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Three-three-three-two: The conference was shocked


The fairy sounds are faint, the singing and dancing are peaceful, and the award ceremony in the hall of the chief's mansion is in full swing at this moment.

"Quick, come in" A group of Indian girls wearing only short skirts and tube tops were pushed in by the Tailed soldiers.

According to the custom of the Seventeen Kingdoms, it was time to have fun.

After the Indians lost power, the new leader of the country knew that the Indian female warriors were amazingly powerful, and was afraid that they would become stronger again.

Therefore, he vigorously promoted the enslavement of the Indians.

This bad habit only intensified.

"Ah, Indian girl!"

The drunken guests from all over the country couldn't wait to wait.

They pounced on an Indian slave girl like hungry wolves, grabbed an Indian slave girl, and pushed her down on the spot.

"Haha, you are so beautiful, you resist, you resist fiercely, I like this."

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

The Indian slave girl seemed to have sensed the coming of her tragic fate and ran in the hall.

The guests behind her followed her like an eagle catching a chick.

After catching it, they did not care about the public and directly tore off the clothes of the Indian slave girl. skirt, laughing.

Looking at the Yin Mi scene in front of them, Mo Wenjian and the bead-delivery messenger standing on the front stage laughed.

"Lord Messenger, I have prepared several stunning Indian beauties.

They are in the small living room at the back."

Mo Wenjian knew that as a noble of the capital, the messenger who sent the beads was of course a little scrupulous about his face and would not do such a thing in public.

"Brother Mo, Duo Cheng has arranged it.

You also know that I like to kill while playing."

The bead-gifter raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of violence in his eyes while excited.

Mo Wenjian then thought that a new way of ravaging Indian slave girls was popular in the capital, which was to kill the slave girl when she was excited.

Mo Wenjian secretly said that his arrangement was okay.

If the blood was flying in this hall, it would affect the lively atmosphere.

"Yes, yes, how about I arrange for a few more Indian slave girls to be killed?"

Mo Wenjian laughed quickly.

"No."

The bead-delivery messenger was not a womanizer.

He whispered: "When I come this time, I also want to pay a visit to the noble reincarnation elders.

The Bodhi Conference will be held in a few years.

The king wants me to send a message."

"Oh, that's right."

Only then did Mo Wenjian realize that this person had an important purpose today.

The Bodhi Conference has a lot to do with the quota of Bodhi beads obtained by each of the thirty-six countries.

This is a big event.

Presumably the king wanted to inquire about the improvement of Samsara Elder's strength and be aware of the opportunities to compete for the quota.

"Then messenger, please wait a moment.

I will contact the elders of my clan."

Although he knew that the elders of his clan were secretly monitoring this place, Mo Wenjian still pretended to contact him.

But at this moment, a Zunguo soldier suddenly rushed outside the hall and shouted, "Sir Messenger, it's not good, our Chaos Boat suddenly rose up with unknown flames, and it can't be extinguished no matter what."

"Unknown Flame" The bead-delivery messenger who was talking to Mo Wenjian was stunned.

You must know that this is the world of the venerable, and even newborn babies have abilities above that of gods.

Fire incidents generally don't happen in this world.

If there is an inexplicable flame that cannot be extinguished, of course someone can destroy it.

When the soldier came in to report, almost everyone who heard it released their mental power at the same time.

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"I didn't see any fire."

Mo Wenjian immediately opened his mind and explored outside the city.

He saw a giant saucer-shaped chaos boat hovering under the sky with twinkling treasures.

The bead-sender also noticed that there was nothing unusual about the Chaos Boat.

He was about to ask the soldier, but suddenly he frowned.

At this moment, they clearly sensed that black smoke and flames suddenly rose from a deck above the giant chaos boat.

"It's really a fire.

Damn it, someone must be unhappy with me coming out this time."

The bead-delivery messenger was furious.

He was furious and shouted, "Soldiers, follow me!"

The hall suddenly became more chaotic.

Those soldiers were originally dealing with Indian women, and Indian women were not that easy to deal with.

Everyone was in disheveled clothes at the moment, and no one knew where their weapons were thrown, so all of them were thrown into the hall at once.

Become panicked.

Fortunately, many guards from the Tailed Clan did not attend this ridiculous banquet.

Mo Wenjian shouted, "Follow me."

As he spoke, Mo Wenjian followed closely the bead-delivery messenger with the heavily-armed tailed soldiers. sword light Just when everyone was hurriedly walking out, no one expected that when Mo Wenjian passed by an Indian slave girl with torn clothes, a sword light that was as cold as snow struck her head.

"How brave" Mo Wenjian was shocked.

The Pure Land world and the Zun world are somewhat similar and somewhat different, but the same thing is that there is no resurrection law.

No one expected this attack.

Mo Wenjian didn't care about resisting and could only retreat.

But what surprised him was that the Indian woman had extraordinary strength.

She attacked her with one knife after another.

"These guys must be here for my Bodhi beads."

Although Mo Wenjian didn't have time to speak, he felt clear in his heart.

What about the Chaos Boat catching fire?

These are all fake.

Someone wants to grab the bag of Bodhi beads he just got.

"Block" Mo Wenjian didn't fight back and hid behind Bingwei.

"Killing" the tailed tribe soldiers were well trained.

They immediately formed a formation and worked together to block the Indian woman's attack.

There was a fight from behind, but the bead-delivery messenger in front was left alone.

He felt the fire on the Chaos Boat outside getting stronger.

He looked back to see Mo Wenjian being assassinated.

Just as he was hesitating whether to leave or stay, another colorful light appeared.

The Zunguo soldier who came to report that the Chaos Boat was on fire suddenly took out a bell-like treasure.

When he shook it, a light was aimed at the bead-sender.

In the light, the bead-sender's eyes were astonished and he was unable to resist. , was collected into the bell.

At this point, the reincarnation elder of the tailed tribe hiding underground somewhere in the backyard was completely aware of what happened.

What about the fire on the Chaos Boat, what about the assassination of Mo Wenjian, these are all pretense.

The other party's purpose is to send the bead messenger.

This is Guanyun City controlled by the Youwei people.

If something happens to the messenger who delivers the beads, the Youwei people will not be able to escape the blame.

"Shu Zi is looking for death" Hearing the loud shouts from the sky, Elder Samsara had already broken through the barrier, rushed into the air instantly, and then turned back and pounced down.

Its speed cannot be described in words.

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Although the bell is fast to attract people, Elder Samsara appears in the hall almost instantly.

He stretches out his giant palm and wants to pull the bead messenger out of the range of the bell.

Elder Samsara, that's not bad, he is a strong man with a strength of more than ten thousand dimensions.

With his move, the messenger who sent the beads will definitely be rescued.

But there are always surprises.

I saw the little soldier-looking man holding a bell in one hand, and stretched out the other hand suddenly, trying to fight against the reincarnation elder.

"You want to die?"

The reincarnation elder's beard and hair immediately flew away, and his hands turned into fists, preparing to kill the opponent with one blow: