Vol 2 Chapter 693: Pentium's Wrong Soul

Xu Yichen stood behind the female warrior, watching them play treasure together, but he couldn't talk to them, nor could he touch them.
Curiously, the city wall at his feet was indeed physical to the demon hunter. He could not penetrate the city wall like he had passed through those houses, but hit the city wall with one head.
Xu Yichen couldn't climb up the city wall like a monk. The city wall seemed absolutely smooth to him, and he couldn't borrow any strength.
In the end, the demon hunter walked along the wall where the greenskins had blown up, and saw the scene of the greenskins fighting the paladins.
He didn't know if this city wall was so special, whether it had any other purpose, so Xu Yichen planned to see the situation. Since the greenskins have made a gap in the city wall, then just wait quietly.
In this way, the demon hunter found his team members, peeping on the other side of the gap, and stood behind them, waiting to see what would happen.
"I don't know why, I always feel cool behind my back." Li Yanlong twisted his hips a little nervously and changed his posture.
"Do you usually do a lot of bad things?" Wang Yue, who was sitting on the ground, leaned his back against the arrow, carefully maintaining his two long swords, and said straightforwardly: "Is it Miss Carlo, eh... ..."
The assassin Fan Li quickly covered Wang Yue's mouth, and then laughed at Li Yanlong. Next to Li Yanlong was the father of the girl Carlo, Bart the knight.
At this time, the old knight was looking at Li Yanlong with a scrutiny gaze, staring at the other party sweating profusely, scratching his head and turning off the subject: "No, I mean, it feels like the boss is looking at me behind him, why? Say it?"
Li Yanlong seriously learned Xu Yichen's attitude, staring coldly at the front, and then pointed to himself: "This is the look in the eyes, the standard posture of a political commissar!"
Li Yanlong's actions immediately made the players on the wall burst into laughter.
"What you learned is nothing like it, but I can understand what you mean! Hahaha!" Vittoriya smiled happily. The playing below was fierce, fire guns and magic shot at each other, and basic attention to ping-pong-pong Not their voice: "If you let Xu know that you describe him like this behind your back, you will be dead!"
I don’t know why, Li Yanlong felt more pressure from behind. He turned his head and glanced with some doubts, and couldn't help but shrink his neck: "Damn it!"
Xu Yichen couldn't help but smiled, but the smile froze soon.
Behind the demon hunter, the evil spirits in Wangxiang City seemed to be stimulated. They swarmed from all over the city and rushed to the gap in the city wall!
All kinds of strange ghosts almost filled the streets and the ruins on both sides. Xu Yichen standing on the city wall looked at almost thousands of them!
Is that right? The demon hunter carried his great sword and walked down the collapsed part of the city wall step by step.
The explosives of the green skins were so powerful that the city wall did not completely collapse, but was missing a large piece at the bottom of the outer side. The wall that had been in disrepair collapsed from both sides inward along the gap.
A winding path is formed on both sides of the inside and outside, allowing only one person to pass.
At this time, the goal of the thousands of wronged souls is that small path, which can only pass through a small gap of one person!
It's just that in front of them, there is a smiling Serris who is leisurely holding a long sword. He just blocked the only way to freedom for the souls!
Master Sanzang only felt that his eyes lit up, and his sudden exposure from the dark to such a bright place made his eyes sting a bit!
Despite this, Master Sanzang still maintained the fighting power that a monk should have, and the monk proficient in blind fighting raised his hand to block his right eye.
"Dang!" A sharp black object poked on the back of Master Sanzang's metalized hand and was instantly bounced away.
Tang Sanzang opened his eyes in time, and finally saw the surrounding environment clearly.
This is a fairly spacious underground temple. A dozen thick stone pillars connect the ceiling and the ground to support it. Each pillar is inlaid with a circle of exquisite night pearls, blooming with its own light.
The light source of this space comes from those night pearls.
It was a dark-skinned monk who attacked him. The opponent was wearing a black monk robe, and one arm was gradually turning from a black spear into an arm.
In the middle of the temple, a humanoid object kneeling on the floor let Master Sanzang immediately know that it was the entity of ‘Yammo’.
The human figure appeared black as a whole, like the background of the starry sky. The blackness was so profound that it made people unable to look away at a glance.
Around ‘Yan Mo’, countless smoke-like black silk threads are densely connected to ‘Yan Mo’, and the other end disappears into the ceiling.
These threads are constantly shaking, and occasionally one will break, but soon a new thread will spread from the body of'Yan Mo' and disappear on the ceiling above the head again.
"Yong Ye, are you still obsessed with it?" The previous voice suddenly said, causing Master Sanzang to regain the attention that was completely attracted by'Yan Mo'.
The dark-skinned monk is indeed Yong Ye. He put his hands together and whispered in the direction of'Yan Mo', "Master, I always thought we might have done something wrong. It is not that the disciple is obsessed with understanding, but that the master is your insistence. Incorrect."
Master Sanzang looked in the direction of Yongye's salute, only to see a monk sitting cross-legged, but in his perception, the other party did not exist at all!
Even more exaggerated is ~EbookFREE.me~ The monk with white beard is sitting cross-legged in the air, just floating in mid-air.
The professional talent of Immortal Body was learned when a monk was at level 15. It can keep the monk's physical fitness and appearance at that time forever, and will not be affected by aging until death.
The monk in front of him does look aging, but this method of floating in the void is a sign of a legendary monk!
Master Sanzang also discovered that although the old monk was floating in front of ‘Yan Mo’, he consciously avoided the direction of ‘Yan Mo’ kneeling and worshiping.
"Let the donor laugh, I and my disciple have some differences in philosophy." The old monk's voice is still tired: "This is the body of'Yammo', the last Peacock King who was burned into colorful colored glaze.
"What is the purpose of attracting the little monk here? Why did Master Yongye attack the little monk?" Master Sanzang stood at the door and asked quietly, "Do these black lines mean that Yan Mo is about to get out of trouble? "
"Because the poor monk wants to borrow the head of your neck for a use!"