Infinite Monster Training Camp

Putting on the boss's clothes and putting on makeup carefully, Ding Meng was sure that even if Dongdong stood in front of him at this time, he wouldn't be able to recognize himself at a glance.

With the guys sent from the temple, if you can avoid head-on head-on, try to avoid them, and if you can find other ways, you must use these little tricks that are shameful in their eyes.

I got some information from Xiao Ai. The profession of Shengxiu is considered to be the most sacred and purest. No matter where they go, they will always bring their own food and water, and they will never touch things of unknown origin unless they are absolutely necessary. .

And what they are most taboo is the blood of monsters. If they are contaminated with some of their bodies, they will feel sick, and they don't even need clothes. And once the monster's blood is accidentally taken, it will be fatal to their blow.

However, it is not that simple for them to consume the blood of monsters. These holy cultivators can detect the blood of monsters below A level at once. Even with the blood of A-level monsters, they have strong judgment.

The threat to himself might be greater than that of the elite Templars, Ding Meng was quite sure of this.

Can the blood below level A monster be detected? Ding Meng's eyes rolled.

He is not sure whether his plan will succeed, but at this stage, he has to try it anyway.

Entering the monster training camp, the werewolf Carlos had long been impatient in it.

However, it is not time to use him, the holy cultivator has a far higher insight into whether there are monsters nearby than the elite Templars.

Cautiously came to the place where the three-headed dog of **** lives. After yelling for several times, I saw three heads appearing in front of him with vigilance.

Good guy, haven't seen me in a while. The three-headed **** dog has grown up so much. As soon as he approached, he could feel the terrifying breath coming across his face.

The three-headed **** dog still had hostility on his face, but it was much better than before, and seeing Ding Meng did not leave and turned away.

Well, it seems that this is the reason for the increased loyalty...

Ding Meng grinned: "I know you can understand me, and I need some of your blood."

The three-headed dog of **** immediately roared, and Ding Meng's body suddenly stagnated.

Good guys. The power of special attacks!

"Wait, wait...!" Ding Meng said quickly: "You listen to me and finish. I have two very powerful opponents outside. I want to kill me. If I die, you monsters will be too. It's over, you surely understand this truth? I need some of your blood to be able to defeat them..."

The three-headed **** dog no longer growled, but his cold expression didn't mean anything to discuss at all.

Ding scratched his head fiercely. There was a flash of inspiration in his mind.

In the mission of the City of Dreams, I got three points of rare monster rations. I never knew what it was used for. Will it have any effect on the three-headed dog of hell?

Quickly took out a monster ration.

Sure enough, when he saw this, the three-headed **** dog seemed to get excited, and his two front paws tentatively wanted to catch it.

There are doors!

Ding Meng was overjoyed and shrank his hands back: "Do you want it?"

The three heads of the three-headed dog of **** nodded together.

"I'll trade with you." Ding Meng said with confidence: "I only need a few drops of your blood, and it won't cause any damage to you anyway. There is blood. There is food. Without blood, I will eat it for the werewolf."

The three-headed **** dog roared again, but this roar no longer carried any special attack effects.

It can be seen that it is very contradictory. But after a while, it lifted its paw and grabbed its other paw forcefully, and suddenly a few drops of blood poured out.

Ding Meng quickly took out the utensils he had prepared long ago, and carefully preserved the few drops of blood.

The rare monster ration was handed over to the three-headed dog of hell. As soon as the big dog got it, he ran back to his cave...

St. John Cavanagh came back with nothing.

He did not find that target. And there was no alarm at the only exit of the town. What is certain is that the arrested object must still be in the town.

I hope Ronaldo can gain something.

Back in the hotel, I found that the boss hadn't seen it this morning. When there was some doubt, the young man said immediately: "Honorable Master Shengxiu, I am Mitchell, and my uncle has gone back. I am usually here at this time."

This is the first time Kavanagh has gone out to perform a mission, and he is so unfamiliar with the outside world.

"Honorable Master Shengxiu, do you need something to eat?" Mitchell asked enthusiastically.

"No need. I take it myself." Cavanagh replied coldly and without emotion.

In his opinion, it is a great honour for a layman to see a true holy cultivation, and it is a shame to say a word to them.

Kavanagh took out the food he brought with him, and the simplicity was unimaginable. But looking at Kavanagh's appearance again, he didn't care at all, biting bit by bit very carefully. Take a few mouthfuls and take out a quaint-looking kettle to drink a sip of water.

After a while, he found that there was no water in the kettle.

This is the water brought from the temple, which has not been replenished along the way.

My throat is a bit thirsty and I must add some water.

Mitchell, who had been observing from the side, immediately said diligently: "Holy Master Shengxiu, shall I fill you with water?"

Looking at this young man, he was still clean and tidy, not as dirty and sloppy as the others in the town. Cavanah still hesitated: "Is it clean?"

"Honorable Master Shengxiu, this was picked from the creek beside the town, the real mountain spring water, I would never dare to defile your kettle with impure water." Mitchell showed more respect: "Know that all of us here are believers in the temple."

Kavanagh finally showed a rare smile on his face, but it also flashed past. He handed the kettle to Ding Meng: "Don't fill it up."

"Yes, honorable Master Shengxiu." Mitchell respectfully took the kettle.

Kavanagh was not afraid of someone poisoning his water at all. As a holy priest, they have their own special abilities, any poison can be smelled as long as they smell it.

a while. The kettle was placed in front of Kavanagh again. Then the young man named Mitchell quickly stepped aside interestingly.

Well, this young man is nice, very submissive to those who come to the temple.

Kavanagh was even more satisfied. He picked up the kettle and leaned under his nose to smell it.

There is no abnormality, no impure matter.

Think about it, too, how could anyone dare to have a serious idea about the saints photographed in the temple?

After a sip of water, my throat felt a lot better.

soon. After eating the dry food, I drank about one-third of the water. Kavanagh carefully screwed on the lid.

Wait for the completion of the task and leave. There may not be such a clean water supply on the road.

Why hasn't Ronardo come back? Is there any special situation?

Just as he was about to find Ronaldo, Cavanagh's expression suddenly changed.

He grabbed the kettle violently, reopened the lid, and put it under his nose to smell and smell. But I can't smell it.

There was still a hint of blush on his face, but it was definitely not the normal blush.

A dense layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body began to tremble slightly. Stubbornly clutching the two corners of the table with both hands, it seemed to be contending with something.

His gaze finally fell on Mitchell: "What...thing is in the water!"

Mitchell grinned: "Nothing is left, noble Master Saint Xiu."

"Impossible!" Cavanagh's voice sounded very ugly: "There must be something!"

"Honorable Master Saint Xiu, you are amazing." Mitchell sighed, "Well, I admit, I put some monster blood in it."

Kavanagh's expression changed suddenly: "No, absolutely not. I can detect the blood of any monster."

"That's a monster below A rank." Mitchell said solemnly: "But if an S rank monster can you still tell its blood?"

Cavanagh's eyes changed completely.

Fear, despair, unbelief!

The blood of an S-rank monster? How could an S-rank monster appear here?

"A real S-rank monster." Mitchell told him seriously: "The name of that monster is Hell's Three-Headed Dog."

Cavanagh was about to collapse.

The three-headed dog of hell, the guard dog of the Hades, one of the most evil creatures in the eyes of Saint Xiu!

"Who are you?" The blush on Kavanagh's face was even more obvious.

"My God. Why did I hear this question again." Ding scratched his head: "Of course I can tell you, and now I know who I am. I am, Ding Meng!"

This is Ding Meng!

Kavanagh couldn't say a word.

Ding Meng, the target he wanted to pursue, but now he was tricked into the blood of the three-headed dog of hell.

"Give me the heart of the three-headed dog of hell." Cavanagh's voice became hoarse and unpleasant: "Give me his heart immediately. Only his heart can detoxify."

Ding Meng was confused instead. Is this guy an idiot? He wanted to kill himself, now in such a passive situation. You still talk to yourself in such a commanding tone?

Idiot, this guy is definitely an idiot!

"Give it to me, give it to me immediately!"

At this time, Kavanagh was not only speaking unpleasantly, but the strange blushing had spread from his face to his neck. In Ding Meng's eyes, it was like a flame burning on his body.

The flame in hell!

"Be polite when you ask for help." Ding Meng said slowly: "And what is certain is that I will never give you the heart of the three-headed **** dog, unless I am an idiot just like you!"

This is the first time that Kavanagh has been scolded as an idiot. You must know that he is so respected wherever he goes.

But he didn't have time to do anything, a flame really appeared on his body!

Really, exactly the same as the flames in hell!

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