"A'shou, that smelly Lama is coming. Guardian Bat, you must kill this smelly monk. He's an evil monk from hell, the enemy of a deity!" On the platform of the huge Pandora tower, Warlock Du Rou raised his magistaff and shouted sinisterly towards Uncle Ming in the distance.
"The enemies of the gods are bound to die. Show up, you stinky monk!" Uncle Ming, who was brandishing the horrible purple demonic light bug saber, shouted fiercely to the dark air in the night rain. The scream secretly mobilized the power of the magic incantation and scattered around. If ordinary people heard it, they would immediately burst their meridians, go mad and die on the spot. Unfortunately, they still could not find the enemy. When the voice came out, it was like a mud ox entering the sea, and nothing was found
