Then it immediately squinted its eyes, not daring to look directly at the man driving it opposite.

Mahayana Buddha is a good man.

Whether he was alive or dead, his contribution to the ruthless people was so great.

It means sacrificing oneself for others. Someone would like to give a banner to the other person.

"Go ahead, eat as much as you want, and let me see how good you are."

After the words fell, two purple lights flashed out of Greedy's eyes.

"Really, don't hesitate. You can eat as much as your appetite. I won't interfere." He just wanted to see how powerful the Gui who was promoted to the Gui King could be.

As for whether he will be suppressed by King Tsetang, I don't care.

No big deal, just go back.

"Chiliu——"

The crowd of people watching the melon-eating monk were in a state of confusion.

Only the Dharma King Tseden looked ugly.

What does it mean to be an outstanding disciple?

Let a trickster go on a killing spree, and no one around him can save his life except him.

Before he could open his mouth to dissuade him, a light flashed before his eyes.

"Poof!" "Poof!"

Taking a closer look, Greedy Gui opened his mouth, and a thin tongue suddenly penetrated the dozen iron rod monks closest to him.

When their bodies were penetrated by tongues, they didn't react at all.

When the severe pain was transmitted from the heart to the brain, it was time to regain consciousness.

"ah--"

Screams were heard one after another.

"Chiliu——"

The greedy and cunning tongue rolled back, and the monks wearing iron rods, one by one, all pulled in its direction.

"ah"

The mouth that occupied the entire face suddenly expanded to the point where it could accommodate more than a dozen people.

"Woo"

One bite, just one bite!

In one fell swoop, he swallowed all the dozen monks and their iron rods in his stomach.

The next second, my belly swelled and swelled.

But, after three or five seconds, it shriveled up.

No need to think too much, it must be digested.

"Ah this!"

Hundreds of monks looked at the gluttonous trickster who killed more than a dozen mages in one go, with dull expressions on their faces.

Then, a fierce look appeared in his eyes.

If it were anyone else, the first choice would definitely be to turn around and run away, not daring to confront a god-devouring trickster head-on.

It's a pity that they all stood out from the major temples and fought hard.

In addition, after patrolling the plateau for many years, he killed a lot of demons and monsters and developed a very ferocious nature.

Seeing the greedy and treacherous people who dared to take action, each one of them said nothing and started to smash the iron rod in their hands hard.

"Boom boom boom boom boom."

A series of hundreds of violent explosions sounded, shattering the surrounding ground into pieces in the blink of an eye.

In response to this, He Zhao drove Yitong ghost with an expressionless face, and his whole person became virtual.

He stood there, watching the Greedy Gui open his mouth and swallow the attacks from the Iron Bar Monk one by one.

Every time you swallow, your stomach will expand a little.

After swallowing all the more than three hundred attacks, it swelled almost twice.

Within four or five seconds, it will quickly dry up.

"???"

"!!!"

The monks who launched the attack immediately were dumbfounded as they looked at the Purple King who was unharmed and burped again.

"Chiliu——"

A large group of people were stunned. They were greedy and cunning and had no sense of martial ethics.

The tiny tongue pierced the hearts of dozens of people in an instant, piercing them into a string.

"Aww!"

One bite, another bite.

All dozens of people fell into its stomach.

Digest them one by one in just a few seconds.

The men and horses of King Tseden stood at the rear of the large army and suffered no losses at all.

As for his greedy and cunning abilities, he can only say "strong".

Among the dozens of monks who had just been eaten, there were two master-level figures who had been ruthless on the plateau for many years.

But such a powerful person has no room to fight back when faced with a small tongue.

"I'm afraid even if it's not a Dharma protector, I won't be able to get good things from it."

No wonder, no wonder that after being trained by three generations of eminent monks, nothing has changed.

Once they are cultivated, killing some wizards and gurus is like killing chickens.

Don't look down on these two levels of practitioners, they are all the mainstays of major temples.

How many Dharma masters and gurus do you need to have a Dharma Protector?

How many Dharma protectors are there before a Dharma King-level person emerges?

As for those above the Dharma King level, there are many on the plateau, and only the heads of the three major temples have survived from ancient times to the present.

Moreover, it is certain that all the three masters are the masters of the previous generation who are about to pass away. Only after the initiation ceremony has been carried out can they become superior to the Dharma King.

In other words, the ranks above the Dharma King all have owners, and the number is fixed.

At the very least, Cidan had never heard of, or found from historical records, anyone who could rely on his own talent to make a breakthrough without taking over as the leader.

"run!"

Faced with the greedy and cunning tongue and the brutal behavior of devouring hundreds of people, the iron rod monks could not stand it after all.

They are indeed a bit reckless, a bit stubborn, and have a fierce personality.

But being reckless, iron and ruthless does not mean that you are willing to die.

For enemies that cannot be beaten, just turn around and run away; there is no need to stay and fight to the death.

They must keep useful bodies and recite sutras for Bodhisattvas and Buddhas.

"Let's go."

Dharma King Tsedan ordered to the one hundred and twenty elite warrior monks behind him. Although he was confident that he could escape from the greedy and deceitful tongue, there was no need to compete with outstanding disciples.

Furthermore, the person who was killed was not a monk from Bufa Temple, so what did he have to do with it?

Moreover, the second half of the article on the technique that can change the future of the Monk Academy and elevate his position has not yet been obtained.

Solan is willing to play, so be it.

"Okay, stop."

He Zhao rolled his tongue and saw dozens of more greedy monsters from the monks entering his stomach, and stopped him from pursuing him. He had almost figured out how cruel the monster that had been promoted to the purple king of ghosts was.

It can swallow all kinds of methods, such as hand seals, dharma seals, secret spells, physical attacks, etc., both tangible and intangible, it can swallow them all. As long as it is swallowed, there is no need for small tricks. During the big tricks, black fireflies can be used to assist digestion.

No attack will have any effect, everything is just material.

Even those iron rod monks used the power of the sealed objects in their bodies to accept them all.

After all, there are also kings and kings in the guile.

A group of monks who couldn't even cultivate the Bloody Great Slayer, and the power they could use was limited, were brutally suppressed by the Slayer King.

"I don't know if I can evolve further. I'm going to ask Bechava for advice after I go back. Next, it's time to do the second thing."
Chapter completed!