Zhong Sheng thought that he could not let Black Maitreya escape.

He stepped onto the edge of the Xiangji Formation and saw layers of gauze-like curtains everywhere.

There is no passage to the front, left or right.

Since there is no way, I just pass it on by myself. I don’t think there is anything strange about these plastic cloths.

As soon as Zhong Sheng stretched out his hand, he was about to pull away the incense curtain on the opposite side.

A middle-aged woman shouted from behind, "If you don't want to die, don't break into my incense array."

Although the thighs are hard, they are always elastic. The woman smashed her head, which was a traumatic injury and not fatal.

She covered the wound with a handkerchief and stood up to threaten Zhong Sheng.

"The incense in front of you is called Qixin Juexiang."

"I made it with the secret method of burning incense altar, killing people's lives silently."

The figure in my line of sight shrank, and he punched me in the face with unprecedented force and ferocity.

The shocked face of the middle-aged woman appeared in front of me.

"Take you there slowly, or you will kill him."

"Thank you less, I'll give you a cool-down exercise."

Zhong Sheng was about to retort when he suddenly sneezed.

Zhong Sheng asked, "He is the deputy incense master, a young official?"

"One of the incense master's deputies is a little person."

Qin Min grasped the seven-sided incense curtain in the southeast, northwest and northwest, and his fingertips tingled slightly.

"I would advise you to take advantage of the moment to check whether you have retreated too far and leave as soon as possible."

It happened unexpectedly. The other party only had something to do, but he could still get up and fight back.

Messenger Maitreya frowned. I remember that in this direction, I knocked away a yellow scarf warrior one after another.

It's an exaggeration, any bird scent or chili powder is stronger than this.

I just participated in the siege and was beaten away by the Maitreya messenger.

Maitreya Messenger smiled ferociously, raised his hand heavily, and waited for the opponent to fly in front of me, then he would kill me.

Just listen to the man's exclamation from Qi Zhou, "I killed the deputy incense master, go and tell the incense master, go away."

Zhong Sheng saw the white air billowing through the incense curtain that I broke through, and it was a little smaller than before.

It can be seen from this that what Li Daoshi said is wrong. Those groups of incense altars are all a bunch of rubbish.

It is extremely pungent and fragrant, sinister and precious. It was brought out this time to deal with the Messenger of Maitreya.

The middle-aged woman was shocked, but she still said stubbornly, "If I kill you, you will also take him with you."

A strong wind blew up from the ground, and my expression suddenly changed.

"Deputy Incense Master, with their little ability, they can deal with the Messenger of Maitreya."

Next, Zhong Sheng felt that his decision was really wise.

Zhong Sheng put away the ancient sword and shook off the blood beads, "He is leading the way. Why did you leave him?"

In the past, Maitreya Messenger will have achieved a small victory and left in high spirits.

"Could it be that I have a cold and a stuffy nose?

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure roared over, "Messenger Maitreya, we have indeed found him."

However, the strong man flew out upside down, with a slap mark on his chest that penetrated deep into his organs.

The many men hiding in front of the incense curtain suddenly fled.

"To the north is Zhanlongxiang..."

The aroma from the incense burner in the middle-aged woman's hand is like a talisman, passing through the checkpoints.

Well, Zhong Sheng knew the way. After walking a few steps, he found that everywhere was a blur, so he simply turned back.

For any living creature, if you inhale a little bit of it, within half an hour, all the brains will melt into water.

"To the south is..."

Often when a man sees Zhong Sheng, he asks curious questions.

Is that the Yellow Turban Warrior? Are you kidding? It’s obviously the Buddhist Vajra. The Maitreya messenger calmly picked up the monk’s robe and put it under his body, raised his palms and chanted the name of the Buddha.

"To the west is the incense that stops breathing, sealing his seven sense organs and one orifice, and pores all over his body, causing him to suffocate to death."

The middle-aged woman cooperated all the way and led Zhong Sheng to a certain place, but suddenly took advantage of the situation and pulled away.

My heart felt a sharp pain, and when I looked up, a flash of sword light slowly retracted.

The blood on the feet formed puddles, reflecting the panic and panic on each person's face.

"To the east is the incense that erodes bones. If you touch it a little, the bones will melt into mud."

"Maitreya, Maitreya..."

The middle-aged woman remained silent, picked up the incense burner from the ground and held it in her arms.

You are still thinking about how to plot against Zhong Sheng, but you know that the man opposite you is always under threat.

The eight leaders of the incense altar, along with their close confidants and generals, suffered heavy losses.

Under the calm battlefield, the fragmented remains of the Yellow Turban Warriors are everywhere.

"In the incense accumulation array, there are all kinds of strange incense refined by the incense master. He is lucky enough to pass one level, but it is possible to get through them all."

It has not lost less than 40% of its scale, and the golden light and green atmosphere are crumbling under the pressure.

"Deputy Incense Master, who is that person?"

You are so proud, but it is in vain that you have to compromise all the way and deceive the other party.

I was advancing but retreating, pushing back the curtain behind my face.

Zhong Sheng still wanted to say don't leave, but he saw a little golden light quickly dimming, breaking through the layers of incense curtain.

Zhong Sheng smiled, "You can't lie to me, there is no such thing.

When Qin Min looked back, you must have been separated by several layers, and the outline of your back had faded.

"No thanks, he lies down to rest."

The Yellow Turban Warriors just now are hidden elites, more powerful than the Master of Eight Gong Altar?

That was a seriously injured yellow turban warrior. He listened to my questions in a coma and pointed in the direction he came from.

"What is he going to do?"

Zhong Sheng chuckled and said, "What nonsense, is he leaving or not?"

I don’t have anything to worry about anymore. Next, I have to arrest people to lead the way.

Zhong Sheng looked you up and down, "Lead the way from behind."

"You're here."

I was confused and mumbling to myself.

However, the arrogant man sneezed just after he finished, and it was actually a bit of a fit.

After hearing this, the people of Qin caught me and said, "I'll tell you where the Maitreya messenger is."

The woman was thinking about it when she saw Zhong Sheng retracing his steps and walking behind you.

Could it be that I made a miscalculation?

"Has it started?"

"Master Mang, he is surrounded by poisonous incense, don't move around."

He stretched out his hand to push aside the incense curtain in front of him, and a stimulating fragrance hit his nostrils. He heard the woman sneer, "You are already dead."

The body is small and burly, with thick muscles and bulging veins, and the whole body is covered with gold paint.

Waiting for the woman to speak, I pulled out half of the ancient sword and said, "I promised you to kill him."

Half of the incense array was broken into pieces, and the man who was a believer who was originally hidden in front of the incense curtain died completely once he was exposed.

All the bamboo puppets in the Youxin Altar were wiped out, and the altar owner had to go into battle himself.

"Hoo ho ho!"

The ancient sword was pressed tightly against her neck, making the middle-aged woman tremble with coldness.

"There is Lord Maitreya Buddha in the south."

At the last moment, I tore it open with all my strength, and pieces of gauze-like fragrance curtains fell like butterflies.

"Really? You believe it!"

The middle-aged woman knew how to deal with it with a few words, so no one took the initiative to let go of the incense tent, and she could move freely without any obstruction.

Zhong Sheng rubbed his nose, waited a few times, and it was gone.

The Incense Array is the territory of the Incense Altar. If someone breaks in, no matter how powerful you are, you have to let it be manipulated.

The middle-aged woman laughed and said, "Wait until the incense master takes care of the Maitreya messenger, and then he will do something bad to him."

The woman saw him walking through the curtain, but she didn't react anymore. Her eyes widened in shock. What's going on?

With his own control over power, one palm is enough to kill all life, and those who die can die again.
Chapter completed!