I Can Become a Treasure by Picking Up Garbage

"You are not as badly injured..."

Lin Hong fell to the ground, clutching his chest, already pierced by a sword.

The undead Lord's expression was indifferent: "Of course I have to keep some details when dealing with you."

"You acted for so long."

The **** of destiny was also seriously injured.

"Yes, for this moment." The Lord of the Undead nodded gently, without hiding anything.

"Grandma Meng."

Lin Hong's eyes were filled with helplessness, and he looked at Po Meng who was sitting on the well.

He smiled bitterly: "The country that you finally took has been taken back."

...

Inside the illusion space.

"Be angry, despair!!"

The old man laughed unscrupulously, his body appeared in every corner of this world.

Po Meng's face was ugly: "I want you to die."

She had gradually lost her mind and was dazzled by anger.

"You can't kill me, but I can make you die at any time, but I won't kill you..."

The old man's behavior is tantamount to torture.

"Damn it!" No matter how good Meng Po's temper was, she was completely angry at this moment.

"good chance."

The old man's complexion suddenly changed.

Po Meng secretly said that it was bad, but it was too late to resist.

Her body in the real world moved, and her eyes were red: "This body is really good, but it's a bit old."

"who are you?"

Lin Hong clutched his wound, his eyes widened, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"I was caught in the prison some time ago, now I'm asking who am I?" Po Meng said with a cold face.

"You are the master of illusion, it is you who made the underworld like this."

Lin Hong understood a lot in an instant, obviously, Po Meng had been controlled.

The undead Lord’s expression was indifferent: "You are completely hopeless."

"Don't be long-winded, kill them quickly, there is still a lot to do."

Po Meng walked behind him and said with a gloomy face.

"Okay." The Lord of the Dead nodded and was about to swing down the long sword in his hand, but at this moment, something that no one had expected happened.

A spoon pierced his heart.

"You bastard, what do you want to do?!"

The undead lord turned his head gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and it was full of fierceness.

Po Meng sneered; "I just treat you as a dog to use. Since the matter has ended perfectly, why should I save your life?"

"you?!"

The Lord of the Undead opened his eyes wide, and never expected it would be like this.

He has been using himself all the time.

"Go with peace of mind. From now on, this world is mine." Po Meng said like this.

"Hahaha!"

Lin Hong couldn't help laughing at this moment, as if he saw the funniest joke.

He immediately said: "Lord of the dead, let's go on the road together."

Unexpectedly, the person who won in the end was not himself, nor him, but such a person who manipulated illusions.

"Everyone is going to die."

Po Meng's voice was cold, and Fu Jiaojiao and Porridge Dragon in the distance raised their weapons and put them on their necks.

"There is no survivor." The **** of fate said with a wry smile.

"stop!!!"

At this moment, a huge roar spread throughout the hall of the dead.

It is the rice porridge dragon: "Master, never thought that you would kill me!"

"How did you get out of my control?"

Po Meng felt strange.

He can even control this body, how could his little apprentice break away?

"You said that I'm a genius, isn't it easy for a genius to do this?" Porridge Dragon said like this, cutting off the sword that Fu Jiaojiao had raised with his hand.

"Okay! OK! He is indeed a genius, but it's a pity that he will die here."

Po Meng put her hands behind her back.

He then continued: "I once saved your life and accepted you as an apprentice. As a result, you betrayed me first, and now you have to fight against me."

"Why did you accept me as an apprentice? Don't you have any points? Isn't it because you are afraid of dying in this operation so that I can become an enemy of the Palace of the Dead.

Porridge Dragon is actually very clear that this is because the flames of revenge are extinguished.

"It was really a mistake to save you." Po Meng's face was ugly.

"Porridge Dragon, please, let him get out of Granny Meng's body."

Lin Hong rarely saw hope.

However, the porridge dragon's face was embarrassed: "It can be, but it takes a lot of time, and it may not be enough."

"Lord of the dead, now you and we are the grasshopper on the same rope."

Lin Hong looked at the Lord of the Undead beside him.

He continued: "It's better to solve this illusionist first in partnership."

"I promised you, it won't be too late to kill you anyway."

The Lord of the Undead said viciously, already dazzled by anger, he turned out to be the one being used.

"You want to beat me with what you learned from me?"

Meng Po first laughed at the porridge dragon and did not know what to do, then between waving, the spoon returned to her hand.

He then continued: "You bunch of seriously injured and dying people want to beat me too?"

"In the time when I was talking nonsense with you, I have recovered a bit."

Lin Hong turned his head and stood up directly. The wound on his body has almost recovered.

"Me too." The God of Destiny also stood up, but the recovery effect was obviously worse.

"..."

The Lord of the Undead clutched his wounded heart and did not speak.

Lin Hong looked weird: "After procrastinating for so much time, you won't recover at all, are you?"

"forget……"

The undead lord said in embarrassment, he was completely pierced by anger, and he forgot to recover from his injuries.

"Really a pig teammate." Lin Hong said with an ugly expression.

I was thinking about three fights and one, at least trying to trap Meng Po, but now there is one less.

"If it weren't for the Donghuang Bell to be broken to this point, it shouldn't be so troublesome."

Lin Hong turned with emotion.

The current Eastern Emperor Bell is very broken, all caused by fighting these days.

Suddenly, a slight sound, which caught everyone's attention, was the sound of breathing!

Everyone looked at it and saw that it was a corpse, the corpse of the dead woman, who actually stood up slowly at this time.

The Lord of the Undead frowned slightly: "Not dead?"

At that time, he had already wiped his neck, it was impossible for him to survive.

"She seems a bit wrong..."

The God of Destiny murmured softly, discovering something vaguely, but not sure ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so uncomfortable. "The daughter of death finally spoke, her voice very soft.

"How uncomfortable?"

Lin Hong took two pills to recover.

Po Meng saw this in her eyes: "I'm so courageous, I dare to use this trick!"

This obviously wanted to delay time, and immediately, he rushed over, waving the spoon in his hand.

"Count you smart."

Lin Hong whispered, secretly saying it's a pity, and after speaking, he raised his sword to fight back.

"Bang!" The sound of the collision echoed all around.

"It's a strong counter shock."

Lin Hong retreated more than ten steps before finally stabilizing his figure, his hands were already numb.

Po Meng played with the spoon in her hand: "This thing turns out to be so easy to use."

"Be careful... Lord of the dead, you regain your strength here first, and the two of us stand tall."

Lin Hong bit his lower lip and rushed directly, frowning.

"Husband, I am left and you are right." The **** of destiny followed closely, and the left and right hands were condensed with powerful destiny power.

"Ok……"

Lin Hong nodded gently.

He then continued: "Try not to hurt people."

"I know."

The **** of destiny answered, his expression gradually serious, and the two separated and began to outflank Meng Po.