Chapter 340 It’s time to come, the God of Wealth... must worship!

Since Lu Zhuzhu's location was not known at all, we could only rely on her to find a safe hiding place.

Zheng Yu was very curious about Lu Zhuzhu's career.

There is a profession that can control luck.

It's just a pity. This profession seems to have very weak combat ability. It should be a special tool profession.

"Fat monk..."

Zheng Yu thought about Lu Zhuzhu's description and glanced at the two monks kneeling in front of the Temple of Wealth.

Finally, he looked at King Duowen in the main hall.

Duowen Tianwang is in charge of wealth in Buddhism.

On the right is Wu Caishen, also known as Zhao Gongming among the people, the one riding the black tiger.

There are also the five gods of wealth in Tibetan Buddhism on the left, with the yellow god of wealth as the main one, and the white god of wealth, the green god of wealth, the red god of wealth, and the black god of wealth on both sides.

A whole temple of the God of Wealth!

The most ash fell in the Temple of Fortune, and the doorsteps were dented, which shows how popular and popular the Temple of Fortune was.

"It's all here."

"Can't I say goodbye?"

Zheng Yu rubbed his hands. Although he was not short of money or resources now, who could object to having less money?

God of Wealth, please worship!

Zheng Yu skipped all the Bodhisattva, Buddha, Maitreya, Arhat and so on. This God of Wealth...can't miss it.

Zheng Yu took three steps and two steps at a time, and stepped into the Temple of Wealth.

Roar--

There were low roars coming from the statue of King Tao Wen in the center, but as the monk lit a stick of incense, the low roars instantly fell silent.

"Thank you."

Zheng Yu said politely to the monk.

The monks sitting in the Temple of Wealth are the same as the monks in the Guanyin Temple before. They are all in pairs, one is dead and the other is alive.

The face of the living one was covered in blood, and there was a lot of dried blood on the monk's robe.

It's just that the monks in the Temple of Wealth look older, probably over 60 years old.

"Donor, please leave as soon as possible after praying. There is not much incense left here."

"Understand."

Zheng Yu said perfunctorily.

Then he worshiped all the gods of wealth in the Temple of Wealth.

"It's done."

Although Zheng Yu has never been superstitious, after worshiping the God of Wealth, he had a premonition that he would make a fortune from this abyss.

Just when Zheng Yu was about to leave to find Zhang Mu at Maitreya Hall, a sound broke through the air behind him.

And accompanied by a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha, I found a good prey!"

"There are summoners who dare to come to the Awakening Abyss. If that's the case, I won't be polite!"

"I'll take your killing points!"

Zheng Yu: "..."

To be honest, Zheng Yu was a little uncomfortable. He hadn't heard anyone mocking the summoner for a long time. It felt so hot.

The professional who suddenly appeared in the God of Wealth's sneak attack was blocked by the black mist of the King of Hell. At this time, he didn't feel anything was wrong.

The warrior looked at the black mist in front of him and said with a relaxed smile: "There is something. No wonder a summoner dares to enter the battle royale type of awakening abyss."

"But it's a pity that you met me!"

Zheng Yu: "..."

Very familiar cannon fodder remarks.

I have been missing this kind of fun for half a year in the Abyss of the Bone Wasteland, and now I have finally found it.

It's back, it's all back.

"King of Hell, go and show him the world."

Following Zheng Yu’s order.

Then the King of Hell slowly walked out of the black mist.

The smile on the warrior's face suddenly froze, and a great pressure swept through his body. The King of Hell held a scythe and looked at him with indifferent eyes.

The eyes of the King of Hell are not only indifferent to life, but also full of pity.

That's right.

Very contradictory feeling.

Indifferent to life, but compassionate to all living beings.

He has never felt this kind of pressure, not even when facing the strong men in his own world.

"impossible……"

Because of the huge disparity in strength, he even had the thought, "This must be an illusion. This can't be real. How can a level 50 professional, or even a summoner, have such oppressive power?"

Once this idea occurs.

ingrained.

It is even highly self-deceptive.

"You can't be so strong. You can deceive others, but you can't deceive me!"

“The designation is a fantasy!”

"Bloody rage!"

The warrior instantly burst out with powerful momentum, blood-red tattoos appeared on his body, and the area around his eyes was even more blood-red.

Zheng Yu felt a strange attraction, and his blood surged, as if he was about to be sucked out.

However, this state was blocked after the appearance of the Psylocke Queen.

The level 8 Void Spirit Mother can not only help Zheng Yu share the damage, but also pull the target into the same void state as her.

In the void state, you can be immune to this kind of range-like blood-draining damage for a short period of time.

But the monk sitting there was not so lucky.

The blood gradually floated into the air along the monk's head, and then was incorporated into the warrior's body, causing the warrior's strength to increase steadily.

Needless to say, this warrior is quite capable, no wonder he is so confident.

But as blood is drawn, when warriors become furious, they will generally lower their sanity and lose some ability to judge.

Typical berserker.

Even facing the King of Hell who had already wielded his sickle, he had forgotten his fear and rushed forward with violent force.

boom!

The warrior takes advantage of the blood-draining effect, and a huge ejection force explodes from his feet.

The King of Hell wields his scythe.

laugh--

With one strike, the soldier's defense was directly broken, and a wound of more than ten centimeters was torn open on the soldier's chest.

But not a drop of blood was lost.

All were sucked back by the warrior.

The life-threatening fighting style is what makes Berserker warriors troublesome. They give up defense, get high recovery, and go crazy without risking their lives.

But this fighting method can only be effective against enemies of the same level.

Facing the King of Hell with crushing strength is not a problem at all.

laugh--

Another knife.

"guilty!"

The King of Hell chopped off the scythe of punishment, and the black scythe made a crack in the space.

The Berserker didn't defend himself, and he couldn't defend himself, because the King of Hell dropped his scythe too fast.

The sickle drew a black arc of the moon.

The sickle passed through the warrior's blood shield, through the defensive equipment, through the blocking weapons, and finally through the shoulders, chest, waist...

He was seen diagonally in half.

Half of his body fell to the ground.

Turned into a cross.

At the same time that the warrior's resurrection cross was activated, three professionals rushed out from the direction of the Guanyin Hall.

One of them was wrapped in rock armor. When he saw his teammate who exploded the resurrection cross, he roared with a ferocious face:

"stop!"

It's a warrior monk.

Because these two words are completely a skill.

Lion's Roar Kung Fu!

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