It was unknown what kind of thing the green-skinned demon vomited out. Liu Bai was stuck to the wall, unable to move at all. He could only roll his eyes and look at the situation outside with a little bit of starlight.

There was nothing wrong with the injury. The green-skinned demon didn't understand his own skills and thought it would just pierce his limbs... But as long as the monk's dantian was still there, he didn't lose.

…

Piccolo soon returned to Wutai's father...for Piccolo's sudden disappearance, his father naturally scolded him for a while.

"They don't like you. They asked you where you were. I said you went hunting. When they ask about it later, they will answer like this. Do you remember?"

"Remember." Bic nodded.

Dad is really nagging, but he never makes things difficult for himself, otherwise he would simply not come back.

"What is this going to do?" Piccolo asked about the war drum.

Father Wutai hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "I'm not sure, but this is the request of the master of the temple. It seems to be some kind of ceremony, so everyone is called back... Stop talking,

Come with me, you will be punished if you are slow."

Piccolo responded lazily, a little reluctantly, but was still pulled by Father Wutai, and followed the group towards the gathering place.

The two of them soon followed the [Earth Dwellers] to a very spacious place. At this time, the surroundings were full of [Earth Dwellers] from various tribes... Seeing this, Dad directly pulled Bick.

, found a seat and knelt down to worship.

Piccolo instinctively didn't like this kind of kneeling, so he simply sat cross-legged on the ground. Father Wutai tried to persuade him hurriedly for a while, but to no avail. He could only get a tattered coat to put directly on Piccolo to cover him.

...and desperately hope that no one cares.

Piccolo couldn't resist, so that was it... It silently looked at the black-robed temple messengers who were worshiped by all the [earth dwellers].

At this time, a high platform was temporarily built right in front, and twenty [Earth dwellers], under the command of the black-robed temple messenger, stepped onto the high platform one after another.

Immediately afterwards, the temple messenger standing on the high platform directly chopped off the head of the [Earth dweller] with a knife.

The head rolled down the high platform.

Under the high-pitched drums, the [Earth Dwellers] kneeling around did not panic, but became more and more fanatical... Piccolo frowned and saw another team of twenty [Earth Dwellers]. At this time

Go to the high platform again.

"Dad, these people in black clothes want to kill us!" Piccolo said in a deep voice at this time, "Dad...Dad?"

I saw Wu Tai holding his hands high at this time, shouting eulogies, extremely enthusiastic...

Piccolo suddenly opened his eyes wide, and felt that everyone around him looked the same at this time... His dozens of days of life did not give it much experience to analyze what happened at this time... But he alone seemed not to

Affected, Piccolo instinctively wanted to hide himself.

Piccolo took a deep breath, and when another [Earth dweller] was beheaded and everyone was shouting wildly, he suddenly took action and knocked his father unconscious, "Dad, let's go!"

It picked up Father Wutai, seized the opportunity, and ran out of the crowd.

"stop!"

At this moment, a deep shout came.

A black-robed young member of the Demon Cult on the periphery shouted at this time: "Catch that guy!"

The kneeling [Earth dwellers] did not respond, and it was the black-robed cultists who were guarding the surroundings who took action... In an instant, the three cultists jumped in front of Piccolo, and with a few clangs, three scimitars were already aimed at Piccolo.

gram.

"Go away!"

A deep green light flashed in Piccolo's eyes. He carried Father Wutai on his back without stopping and rushed past him - its body was so powerful that the three black-robed cultists were knocked upside down in an instant!

Already exposed, Piccolo simply let go of the collision, directly creating a gap in the crowd of kneeling people!

"Kill it!!"

The black-robed cultist who was knocked away was anxious and angry, roaring and shaking people!

"die--!"

At this time, dozens of black-robed cultists came from the sky.

Anger erupted in Piccolo's heart, he turned around, opened his mouth, and roared... This roar, like a dragon rising into the sky, turned into a huge sound, and the air vibrated like ripples.

Bang bang bang bang bang-!!!!

The war drums set up all around were shocked and exploded one after another. A group of black-clothed believers even bleed from their seven holes and fell to the ground... Their faces were pale and their expressions were frightened. They felt as if the magic power in their bodies had gone berserk...

After screaming, dozens of black-clothed cultists who were besieging them exploded directly on the spot!

Seeing this scene, the black-clothed believers in the distance were instantly confused... They were far away, but after hearing the roar, they were equally uncomfortable.

What was even weirder was that after the roar, the [earth dwellers] who were kneeling down actually seemed to have come to their senses and gradually started to stir.

"No, the trick of deceiving the mind has been broken!"

"It must be that weird guy!"

But by this time, Piccolo had disappeared.

…

"What is this doing?"

"Why are we here?"

"Ah...why are there so many dead on the stage..."

The commotion gradually became more intense... Most of the people gathered here were the old and weak among the "earth dwellers"... At this time, a man with two golden patterns embroidered on his black robe came quickly.

I saw this man holding a scepter, with a rattle hanging on the top of the scepter, which made crisp ringing sounds... He walked quickly and muttered something, and the commotion in the crowd gradually subsided.

It didn't take long for the [Earth Dwellers] to return to their blank-eyed look again.

The man in black robes embroidered with gold patterns finally arrived at the place behind the high platform. A group of black-robed believers quickly came forward and knelt down, "Dharma protector..."

"A bunch of rubbish, almost something bad happened!" The protector said angrily at this time, "I'm counting on you, when will the formation of the blood demon spirit be activated! Do you know that the Lady Sacrifice attaches great importance to this matter! If we can't summon the demon soul, we

How to fight against [Nantianmen]! How to gain a foothold!"

"Just now there was a weird guy who roared..."

…

…

Piccolo carried his father on his back and carefully walked through the extremely complicated [White Tiger Area]... What made him wary was that there was more than one place like the one just now.

Along the way, it has seen four other similar places... I'm afraid that's not all.

The messengers of the religion worshiped by these [Earth Dwellers] are actually constantly killing [Earth Dwellers]!

"They never regard [the local people] as their own people."

Piccolo understood clearly in his heart.

The running speed is also faster.

Suddenly, a human came from the front, wearing a strange white robe, walking in the middle of the road, blocking Piccolo's way... Humans, Piccolo only recognized one named Liu Bai at this time. Seeing human beings blocking the way, he thought...

Without thinking, he punched out.

Bang——!!

The fist hit the man firmly, but the other person didn't move at all... Piccolo's pupils shrank slightly.

"Donor, be careful..." The white-clothed man was serious and heaved a sigh of relief. "Two of the young monk's disciples are lost. I wonder if the young benefactor can see them? They are easy to recognize..."

Without saying a word, Piccolo punched out again.

This time the opponent took action... stretched out his palm and directly squeezed Piccolo's fist.

"Donor, the young monk sees that you are in a hurry and there is someone on your back. Are you in trouble?" The handsome guy in white... with a bald head said with compassion: "But a relative at home is sick? The young monk actually knows some medical skills..."

Piccolo was stunned and said subconsciously: "You...you can speak our words?"

It discovered that it had actually heard what this guy said from the beginning.

"Dirty river language?" The handsome bald boy was startled, and then he muttered: "Hey, when did the young monk learn this [dirty river] language..."

"over there!"

"Catch it, don't let it escape! The Dharma protector has an order and must be captured alive!"

There was a shout from behind, and Piccolo frowned. Maybe he was not afraid, but just felt troublesome... It seemed that he was born without fear.

"The donor seems to be in trouble." The handsome bald man clasped his hands together, "Donor, please come with the monk and hide for a while."

Piccolo frowned, but saw the handsome bald boy disappear from his eyes...so fast!

Just when Piccolo was subconsciously searching for the bald boy, he heard the bald boy's voice coming from the side!

"Donor, here, here!"

I saw a handsome bald man sticking his head out from a small alley, waving to him furtively...

Piccolo didn't hesitate for long before following him.

…
To be continued...