"How, how can he be so strong!?"
Hearing this, Zhang Mingling looked into the eyes of the two and said, "I am not strong. It is because the two donors are too strong and they are not on guard against me."
"That's why I fell into Xiaodao's magic, the illusion of fragrance and mist."
At this moment, the scene in front of the two people suddenly changed, and the moon hanging in the sky suddenly disappeared.
Hong Tao looked at Zhang Mingling and said, "I see."
Zhang Mingling looked at Hong Tao and said, "I'm glad you understand. You didn't lose because you were too weak, but because you were too strong."
"Xiao Dao doesn't want to get hurt meeting his online friend!"
Upon hearing this, Ba Hu's eyes trembled and he died.
Zhang Mingling looked at the two men and directly withdrew the arms that were inserted into their bodies.
When he retracted it, Hong Tao looked at the blue light on Zhang Mingling's palm and said, "Heavenly Spirit Hand!"
"I see......"
After he finished speaking, his breath gradually disappeared.
Looking at the two dead people.
Zhang Mingling smiled, everything was in his plan.
This is a city, and the city has its own order, so he locked onto the two people at the first opportunity and lured them over.
In order to prevent the two from having any chance to resist.
He just used all his abilities, and everything went just as he planned.
These two people are very strong, they just met me.
Zhang Mingling smiled, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the two people's death and sent it directly to his master.
The note read: "Mission accomplished."
On the other side, Zhang Cihu, the old Taoist priest who wanted to chat with Blue Rose every night, looked at the message from his apprentice on his mobile phone, said nothing, and directly turned the page back.
Zhang Mingling looked at the two bodies on the ground without any response and cursed: "That old guy must be chatting naked with someone again."
"If the ancestors of Qingyun Temple knew about this, they would be furious."
The temple was already dilapidated, and this old man sold off the last statue in the temple.
After finishing all this, Zhang Mingling looked at the corpse on the ground.
There is no need for the Taoist to handle such troublesome matters personally.
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