Chapter 442: Battle Destroyed, People Died

She was really completely enraged. How dare the dead bald donkey hurt Ah Xu?

Luo Wenxin was so shocked that her mouth widened slightly, "What happened to Consultant Ruan? It seems that she suddenly became violent."

Qiao Song: "Isn't it good? This is the strength of Consultant Ruan, right? God, she is too powerful, so beautiful, I admire her so much!"

Luo Wenxin sighed: "What good is good? I suspect that her mind is affected by the resentment released by the bald donkey... If this is true, it will be bad."

Qiao Song: "Ah? What do you mean?"

Luo Wenxin glanced at the people behind him and silently shut up.

On the other side, the Compassionate Monk fought with Ming Zhuo for more than ten moves and was a little overwhelmed. Is she crazy?

In a hurry, he threw out the Buddhist beads to force Mingzhuo back, "You know what's in my Buddhist beads. If you release them all, you will go crazy immediately..."

Before he finished speaking, Mingzhuo grabbed his collar and crushed the remaining Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Isn't it just resentment?"

Monk Cibei looked at the Buddhist beads in shock and heartache. These were his last few stocks!

"Are you crazy?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he was slapped in the face.

In the next few seconds, he suffered a terrible treatment!

Mingzhuo slapped Cibei more than a dozen times without stopping, making Cibei's eyes full of stars and his face swollen instantly.

The sound of slapping was endless. Everyone looked at her in shock. My god, it was too cruel!

"Zhuozhuo." Gu Xu couldn't help but say, "Be careful of your hands."

Mingzhuo stopped and shook his wrist. Sure enough, his palm was red. "My forgetfulness is mutual. I should slap him with a sword."

The compassionate monk's face was swollen like a pig's head. He looked at her in horror. Still coming?

"Don't go too far!"

Mingzhuo: "I said I would make you suffer endlessly in the future. I mean what

I said!" "Advisor Ruan always keeps his word and speaks firmly!" Qiao Song exaggeratedly. Of course, his fists were also firm, which gave him a sense of security.

Everyone: "..."

There is no need to flatter him like that.

The Compassionate Monk saw with his own eyes that all the resentment released later entered Mingzhuo's body. He tried to open his swollen eyes, but he could not see any changes in Mingzhuo. He

could not help but feel sad and angry for a moment: "Who are you? Who are you?"

Why can one person dispel the resentment, and the other can absorb so much resentment and still be clear-headed?

Mingzhuo: "I am your father!"

The Compassionate Monk looked humiliated, and then he crossed his legs and muttered something.

He was no longer ready to escape from the Soul Refining Formation. He wanted everyone to be buried with him!

The formation suddenly started, and the red light became bright, and began to refine the living people inside.

Everyone was terrified and howling like ghosts and wolves. At that moment, some people thought that killing Ming Zhuo would end everything...

Ming Zhuo looked over in the direction of several malicious gazes, then calmly withdrew her gaze, "A Xu, stand further away, be careful of the sword energy hurting you."

She was never afraid of being hated by others, because even if people hated her, she could only hold it in!

The wind suddenly blew up from the ground, forming a vortex. Ming Zhuo chanted a spell, raised his hand and chopped the sky with a sword.

The red light dissipated bit by bit, and the compassionate monk spat out a mouthful of blood. This time, his roots were really hurt.

He looked at Ming Zhuo in disbelief, "You..." His

head tilted, and he was completely silent. This time, he really tied himself to the soul-refining array, and the array was destroyed and he died.

"Murder, murder, you murdered!" Some of the diners saw this scene and screamed.

These diners had been hiding in the private room and refused to come out. Although they were threatened by the compassionate monk, they did not see the other party killing people without blinking an eye. They still held on to the naive idea that the two sides just did not communicate well.

Now that the monk is dead, they think Mingzhuo is a murderer and can't help but shout it out.

Mingzhuo frowned slightly. He just wanted to say that he killed him, so he killed him. Do you have any opinions?

Gu Xu held her down, his eyes coldly scanning the crowd, "Who said that?"

His voice was icy, "This evil monk turned himself into the eye of the formation, and wanted to refine everyone. If the formation is broken, he will die, but if it is not broken, he can live. Do you want to use your life to fill the formation?"

The crowd separated in an instant. Although they did not suffer, they were not stupid.

Most people could still see the situation clearly. The evil monk threatened them with ferocious crocodiles and did not take human life seriously. When the red light was just strong, many people felt a headache and dared not imagine whether they would still be alive if the evil monk continued.

At this time, standing on the moral high ground to accuse Ming Zhuo of killing people is simply mentally ill.

The crowd moved away, leaving the middle-aged man who had just spoken standing there.

He had a strong sense of self-esteem, and continued to argue, "I'm not wrong! It was you who caused the trouble and implicated us! Otherwise, the monk would not do this!"

Cai Wenhua was so angry, "If you have the guts, say it again, believe it or not, I will let the crocodiles bite you to death right now?"

The middle-aged man glanced at his crippled appearance, a little disdainful, not believing that he had the ability to drive those crocodiles.

Cai Wenhua: "..."

So angry! So angry that he wanted to vomit blood!

Ming Zhuo glanced at him, wondering why he was so angry alone, it seemed to have nothing to do with him, right? And wasn't he the same kind of person as this middle-aged man before?

She thought about it, and simply grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar.

The middle-aged man was frightened, and said in shock, "You, what do you want to do? I am wrong, isn't it okay?"

Ming Zhuo: "No, you don't realize your mistakes, I will make you realize it."

She ordered the crocodile to guard the people in the pond, these are all the masterminds and accomplices.

Then she carried the middle-aged man into the kitchen and opened the pot.

"See, this is the wild boar you want to eat, and you said I was involved with you, who is so stupid that he doesn't know it?"

With one sword, she broke the formation and the illusion at the same time. The middle-aged man looked at the things in the pot and couldn't help but feel his stomach churning. He held the wall and vomited.

He vomited until he was dizzy and regretted it. He confessed while vomiting, "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

The other diners were confused. What happened?

Ming Zhuo stood at the door of the kitchen, "Everyone who sees it will have a share. Come on, come in and take a look at your wild boar."

She said that everyone must go in and take a look. Everyone must be impressed and will never think of eating wild boar in their lifetime.

Soon everyone's face was pale, and they were afraid and regretful. This was not over yet. Ming Zhuo pulled the team to prepare for a midnight tour of the farm.

Gu Xu has already contacted the Xuanmen and the special department, and they have urgently sent people over.

Ming Zhuo asked people to line up and went straight to the deepest courtyard in the backyard. A

large wing room was simply built with bricks. The group of people were a little puzzled. Why did they seem to be visiting the pigpen?

Even if they were told now that wild boar meat is actually farmed pork, they would not be surprised.

After all, it is real stuff, unlike those things in the pot...

When people thought of those things, they began to vomit.