I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

The most feared event in the market is this kind of emergency. The crowds brought about running and dodging, and trampling people to death happened from time to time.

Crowds were running around the door of this bookstore, and Qiuli squeezed to the door, almost without looking for Xianyuan, and saw him.

A flood dragon was lying sideways in mid-air, holding a monk in its sharp claws. The monk's complexion was pale, and he was still muttering something. It was Xianyuan.

"Ji Sidi, let my elder brother go, I'll return you monk!" Jiaolong's voice was loud and spread far away.

This look, this voice Qiuli is very familiar, she immediately picked up a crowded bamboo hat on the ground, put it on her head, and put everything in her hand into the "carry food box" while no one was paying attention to her ", I put too many things before, so I can only throw away the big iron pot in the "carry food box" to make some space.

I was anxious for this fat monk who I just met, but this kind of occasion is not something that a small shrimp can participate in. If she goes, she will die or die.

Not far away, a Buddha's cry came: "Namo Amitabha!" Qiu Li followed the voice and looked over. The person who came was not a national teacher, but a strange old monk.

The people running on both sides of the market were very strange, they all automatically avoided his body, and he walked towards San Niangzi step by step.

Xian Yuan above his head suddenly cried out: "Master, save this disciple!"

This old monk turned out to be his master, Qiuli huddled at the door of the bookstore, peeping secretly.

The old monk gave a pause, this stupid apprentice, yelling this loudly at this time, didn't he make it clear that he would give his opponent the head!

The third lady was entrenched in the air, "Oh, it's this kid's master. It seems that the national master didn't come, but many disciples and grandchildren came."

It was only then that Qiuli realized that several monks were coming from both sides of the long street. A group of armored soldiers dispersed the crowd. Qiuli stepped back and entered the bookstore.

The owner of the bookstore was poking his head out to see what was going on outside. When he saw her coming in, he hurriedly waved, "Young master, don't panic, those monks are very powerful."

Qiuli hid behind the counter, the soldier passed the door and glanced at her, then looked away.

Their work efficiency was extremely high, interspersed with a back and forth, and the entire street was swept away by the crowd.

The people who left behind a few shops stared intently at the third lady in mid-air.

There was such a big commotion here, but the national teacher still didn't show up. The old monk raised his head and looked at the third lady in midair. His voice was gentle, but his words were clear.

"Sacrificing to the sky is imperative, and the old rules are laid down. You monster races have approved it. Don't act against the sky. If you let my apprentice go, I will guarantee you to leave safely."

The third lady used her sharp claws, Xianyuan almost exploded to death, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and he didn't even have the strength to shout, "The monster clan approves, what kind of monster clan are they, a group of soft bastards without bones, if you let my elder brother go , I will naturally let your apprentice go."

She pointed to the boats in the river, "Old monk, don't you think I'm the only one here? If you don't want to, there must be a river of blood!"

The old monk paused, and at this moment he had joined the other five monks, and immediately winked, and several of them recited the Buddha's name together: "Namo Amitabha... subdues demons and eliminates demons."

The rosary beads in their hands shone brightly and merged into a pair of huge buddhist hands, and they patted the third lady with their heads round.

The third lady let out a scream, and a bright moon suddenly hung in the air. The red ghost stepped out from behind her, and the mirror in his hand hung above his head, shining a bright moon, blocking the attack of the bergamot.

The bright moon and the Buddha's hand dissipated into the air at the same time, and the red ghost took a step back, took the mirror, and his face was ugly.

There was a sudden cry from the pier, and four or five big monsters in the water emerged with huge bodies to attack the boats in the river.

Suddenly, a bright light was emitted from the direction of the government office in Longkou Town, echoing it was the pier, the market, the city wall, and the dungeon. Several places burst into light at the same time, and several runes appeared in midair.

Qiuli heard the red ghost screaming in the air: "Back! Back!"

The Great Formation in Longkou Town, which had not been opened for more than ten years, was opened today.

A Buddha shadow appeared above the dungeon, and the voice of the national teacher sounded: "Since you are here, let's watch this feast of offering sacrifices to heaven."

A few big monsters in the water were injured by the big formation, and immediately dived into the water to escape...

The figure of the red ghost quickly exited the sky above Longkou Town. The third lady took a step back and was left behind. She spat out a mouthful of blood, and her figure froze in the air.

She gritted her teeth and looked down at the old monk on the ground, "Old monk, what you said before still counts."

The old monk nodded: "Monks don't tell lies."

She let go of Xianyuan in her hand, and Xianyuan fell from mid-air. The rosary beads in the old monk's hand suddenly flew out and turned into a rope, binding Xianyuan around the waist.

Qiuli felt anxious and ran out of the bookstore in a hurry.

At this moment, the corner of Xianyuan's mouth was bleeding, he was already exhaling more qi, but taking in less qi.

The old monk took out a pill and quickly put it into his mouth. After a while, Qiuli watched his pale face turn red gradually.

Only then did Qiuli feel relieved, when there was a sudden movement above the dungeon, a huge platform was slowly rising, four blood-red banners were planted in all directions, fluttering with the wind.

Xianyuan wiped away the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, sat up, and said in a weak voice: "Well, I said that once the Demon Slaying Platform appears, you will know where it is."

Seeing that his apprentice was fine, the old monk no longer cared about the third lady above his head, a burly monk stood out from among the five monks, bent down and carried Xianyuan behind his back.

The old monk looked at Qiuli and recognized her as the young man who followed the national teacher yesterday, "Little benefactor, come with us."

Qiuli nodded, followed behind them, and headed towards the Demon Slaying Platform.

The third lady was quietly entrenched in mid-air, looking at the direction of the demon-slaying platform with a pair of flood eyes.

The Monster Slaying Platform was built above the dungeon, saving even the effort of transporting the monsters. The designer really had a great idea.

Qiuli and the others stood on the stand in front of the demon-slaying platform. The national teacher wore a Pilu crown on his head, wore a yellow cassock, held a magic staff, and had a solemn treasure appearance.

After worshiping the heaven and the earth, he took out a scroll full of words. This is the old scroll. The clouds in the sky rolled, and the golden light shone from the gaps in the clouds. Qiu Li was dazzled by it.

After reciting the old note, the Chinese scroll in his hand spontaneously ignited without wind, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and suddenly someone watching from below shouted, "There is a demon dragon here!"

This demon is also from this branch of blood. It was originally spying among the crowd, but it was unexpectedly struck by the punishment of heaven.

Qiuli suddenly remembered what the master said to Mo Zigui that day, Shangshu Chentiao can use the way of heaven to search for blood, so it turns out that this thing is really so powerful.

A hole suddenly opened in the middle of the Monster Slaying Platform, and the dungeon slowly rose up. Several black dragons appeared in front of the crowd, which attracted bursts of exclamation from the crowd.

The leading black dragon finally opened its eyes.

The eyes were like a vertical line in the middle of a huge lantern, and Qiuli's heart was shocked.

The black dragon made a strange roar, which was obviously in an unfamiliar language, but Qiuli found that she could understand it. She looked at the monks beside her, their faces were all blank.

"Win the king and lose the bandit. If you die, you will die. Don't think about revenge! Get back quickly."

Is the black dragon trying to persuade its people?
Qiuli opened her eyes wide and looked down the stage. Among the crowd, she found two disguised but familiar people. They were staring intently at the black dragon on the stage.

This figure is so familiar, it is clearly Hui Yuan and Mo Zigui.