Heavens Myth Management System

Chapter 116 The Underworld Is Too Dangerous

"Go, give me all, whoever can kill this monster, I will reward a hundred spirit stones." The knife-wielding man roared frantically.

At this time, he has fully recognized the strength gap between himself and Fu Jiu. This kind of invulnerable monster is definitely not something he can defeat. It's better to let those first- and second-level idiots die first, and delay him for a while. time to escape.

That's right, what he thinks about now is not how to fight, but to get out of Fu Jiu's clutches as soon as possible.

There is never a shortage of desperadoes in the world. Those monks with only one or two levels of strength turned green after hearing the promise of the knife holder, as if they were hungry and thirsty, as if they were going to swallow Fu Jiu alive.

The hooligans glanced at the tens of hundreds of people around them, and one of them bravely said: "What are you afraid of, no matter how strong he is, there is only one person. We have hundreds of people here, and the energy consumption will kill him."

New manpower is still coming in a steady stream, and the gap of the four No. 50 people who died just now is being quickly filled. These ever-increasing manpower is their confidence.

"This brother is right, so many of us are still afraid that he will fail alone? As long as we kill him, the hundred spirit stones will be ours."

Converting one hundred spirit stones into money is exactly 100 million. This amount of money is not a small amount for a third-level monk, let alone these punks whose strength is only one or two levels.

As long as Fu Jiu is killed, the money will belong to them. This is the wealth that these people can only accumulate for half a lifetime, so they can't help being tempted.

"I will risk my life today! Come on, brothers!"

These people chanted slogans louder and louder than each other, but none of them dared to stand up.

Why stand up?Are you courting death?The third-tier cultivator holding a knife just now slashed at Fu Jiu's body, but he didn't even break the scales on his body. They probably would be killed in a few seconds if they went up.

Of course, such things as death must be handed over to other people, and they only need to sit back and enjoy their achievements.

Fu Jiu's cold animal pupils scanned the audience, and sneered: "There are quite a lot of people, why doesn't anyone dare to come up?"

Everyone's faces were flushed, so many people were frightened by one person, and it was indeed a very embarrassing thing to say, so someone shouted.

"Brothers, this monster is too arrogant. Today we will do justice to God and kill him."

"Yes, yes, my brother is right, we have so many people, one person can kill him with a knife."

The rest of the people also followed suit, but it was useless, and still no one dared to do anything.

Fu Jiu's sharp gaze fell on these people, and all the gangsters shuddered, as if they were being targeted by an extremely terrifying beast.

"Heh." Fu Jiu chuckled lightly, "I'll show you something good!"

Fu Jiu tore off the shirt covering his arm, revealing a few circles of slightly raised blue scales on his forearm.

These scales are slightly different from the scales covering other parts of his body. The scales on other parts are mainly for defense, so they are all close to the skin on his body, but these scales give them an illusion that they can be taken off for play.

Following Fu Jiu's movements, the scales on his forearm also began to lift gradually, like missiles that were ready to be launched one after another.

"What the hell is he doing?"

"Don't let him succeed, brothers!"

Well, let's continue, in the end, no one dared to stand up and stop, and the atmosphere in the arena was once very embarrassing.

The mood of these people is also understandable, they are only here to reap benefits, there is no need to give up their lives in vain.

Fu Jiu seemed to be preparing for some big move like this, and some of the more clever monks had already retreated quietly, and some even left here directly with their own troops.

This battle was quite different from what they had imagined from the very beginning. The powerful monsters jumped out one after another, which made them, the monks who were going to jump out to show their talents, all reduced to cannon fodder. throw them all away.

"Hey, don't rush away."

The scales on Fu Jiu's forearm lifted layer by layer, and then the cyan scales hit the crowd with a speed several times faster than bullets, leaving behind screams of pain wherever they passed.

"Fuck, what the hell? The bullets aren't that fierce, are they?" A monk who was quietly watching from a distance sweated secretly. Fortunately, he was smart and evacuated there in advance, otherwise he would probably have died inside. .

As for those monks who didn't have time to escape, it would be miserable.

The monk drew a circle on his chest, hoping that those people's eyes will be brighter in their next life.

The knife-wielding man hid in a corner, staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

Some had their arms shattered, some were shot through the abdomen, and some unlucky ones were shot through their vital parts and died directly.

The ground tens of meters nearby was stained blood red, with stumps and broken arms everywhere, and the pungent smell of blood made one faintly sick.

The knife wielder thought he had killed many people, and he could be regarded as a gangster who killed without batting an eyelid.

But ever since he saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly realized that compared with Fu Jiu, he was cleaner than a piece of white paper. Let alone other things, Fu Jiu killed more monks than him in just a few seconds. The total number of people killed in this life is even more.

As a matter of fact, Zhao Ke'er's fencing technique fell just now, and the number of monks killed was not much less than that of Fu Jiu.

The key point is that Fu Jiu's methods were too cruel, and it was difficult to find even a dead body at the scene, which left an indelible shadow in their hearts.

The hand of the knife holder was shaking. How could such a monster be defeated by them alone?In the past, it was almost the same as delivering food.

"No, the underworld is too dangerous. It's better to wash your hands and go home to farm as soon as possible."

The knife-wielder secretly swears in his heart that he will be a bastard if he goes into the underworld again in the future.

As for the hatred of good friends.
I'm sorry, forgive him for being powerless, this revenge can only be saved in the next life to avenge.

The body of the knife holder slowly disappeared into the darkness, trying to escape from this crazy battlefield.

"where do you want to go?"

A voice filled with anger came, and the knife holder froze, and a sharp blade passed through his chest.

"What, when did it happen?"

The last thought that flashed through the knife-wielding man's mind was that it was unbelievable that he didn't even know when he was stabbed!

Master, this person is definitely a master!
"Hmph, you dare to hit our young lady's idea, do you still want to leave alive?"

The man in the shadow withdrew his dagger, letting the body of the knife holder fall heavily to the ground.

This person is Zhao Keer's guard!
Even if Bai Qi didn't act just now, the guards would have rescued Zhao Ke'er, but the more troublesome thing is that Zhao Ke'er has been kept in the dark about the existence of the guards, so he has to think about how to explain it .

(End of this chapter)