Wang Guang listened to the evil monk with great contempt, but with a master here, it is not easy to have an attack.
"Don’t mention Jinzhou practitioners. When these practitioners see us, they just want to rob the road, or the lion opens his mouth and asks for a lot of rewards; Even giving us false calculation results, buying and selling hard, bullying foreigners such as me, is very annoying. I dare not ask those spiritual practitioners in Zongmen, Jinzhou for help, so I have to ask for help from casual practitioners like you. " When it comes to Jinzhou practitioners, the practitioners from the Qingfeng-xiangguang fracture mountains look angry. "Jinzhou various clan practitioners, there like practitioners? It’s just a bunch of hungry jackals. "
In order to cover up his identity, Wang Guang was angry on the sidelines: "The Taoist friend’s words are wrong. There are always some scum in Jinzhou. You can’t judge everyone like this because of a small group of people. After all, there are still some clan styles that are quite good."
On one side, the evil monk also pretended to bother to echo, only to shake the banner and desperately promote the goodness of Jinzhou practitioners.
The middle-aged man saw that the two men were so hard to shout for the good of Jinzhou practitioners, but he just smiled and stopped making any noise. Then the two sides consciously changed the topic, but they talked about some clan grievances in Jinzhou and Qingfeng Mountains.
Fortunately, the evil monk has been in Jinzhou for a long time, and he knows a lot about some clan grievances, so he won’t be discovered.
At last, a black bear was cleaned by Wang Guang and the evil monk, so they got up and left, saying that they would continue on their way.
"Daoyou, please stay." Seeing that Wang Guang and the others were going to leave, the middle-aged practitioner stood up and said, "It’s a bit dangerous to go to the Qingfeng Mountains. I don’t know why the fragments of two barriers appeared in front of me the other day. Those fragments wandered around, and one of them was accidentally swallowed up by the fragments, so I’m afraid I can’t get out."
"And there are rumors that the fragments of the two worlds occasionally spew out a large number of ancient magic weapons. Numerous practitioners in Jinzhou gathered there to search for magic weapons, and some even took the opportunity to rob the road, knock on the sap and pat the bricks. If you don’t care what ancient magic weapons are, you can bypass Jinzhou and enter the Qingfeng Mountains. So as not to accidentally fall down there. "
Wang Guang didn’t care. This fellow sneered and scratched his nails, only to hear the clank coming from his fingertips: "It’s just rubbish, so don’t take it to heart. I heard that the Qingfeng Mountains are full of monster beasts, which are fiercer and weirder than each other. If we can’t get some garbage in the way, the Qingfeng-xiangguang fracture mountains won’t go. "When I said this, it was Wang Guang’s mana increased greatly these days, and it was only after breaking through the six floors of practice that I had such confidence.
You should know that his practice of "Introduction to the Great Sunday" is very slow, but every time he improves his practice, his whole body’s mana will skyrocket several times or even dozens of times. If he practices to the 24th floor of the practice, he can condense into an elixir without any external force. Of course, the premise is that he doesn’t swallow too much Dan medicine, spar and other foreign objects to help.
According to Master Zongmen Dan, after this practice reached the twentieth floor, it was as powerful as Master Dan. At that time, there were some special methods and means that could not be put into use, but others were not much different from Dan Shi. It’s a pity that this method is difficult to practice. Many people are on the 17th and 18th floors of the method, or even on the 15th and 16th floors. Just because of their sufficient mana, they began to try to condense the elixir and never practiced any more.
Middle-aged practitioners don’t care when they see Wang Guang’s face, so they don’t talk to persuade. I just keep reminding you that there are a lot of ancient magic weapons in front of you, and countless practitioners are doing that, so we must be careful.
The evil monk was tired of listening to it, tugged at Wang Guang’s robe, and spat out a golden light to roll up the two men’s bodies and surprised them.
"Brother, so let them go? According to my idea, if more than ten of us unite, we will definitely be able to leave them here. " After they left, Wang Guang, a trainer who was grilling fish, threw something in his hand and jumped in front of the middle-aged man and said with a heavy voice.
"Hundreds of us came out from the clan gate, and today there are only more than 10 of us. I don’t want to hurt you by fighting with that diabolical way. Besides, don’t forget that woman the day before yesterday. She is proficient in the art of reckoning. She has already arranged a trap for them to jump in. If the woman can’t deal with the demon road then, we won’t be late to go up again. " Middle-aged practitioners eyes flashing, but want to unite with others to kill Wang Guang.
Don’t say that middle-aged practitioners greet their younger brothers to prepare for tracking, just say Wang Guang and them. The evil monk tugged at Taoist running all the way and was very angry. "Zamao, why don’t you kill those people?"? They are a group of practitioners, seeking revenge on you. "
Aside, Wang Guang listened to the grimace of a grin, and his fingers kept fiddling, only to hear the clank, like a guzheng: "You don’t want to do this when you are being original? They have long seen the identity of being original, just because some things have not been done. If being original is not wrong, they want us to go straight ahead and jump into the trap they have already arranged. "
"Then why don’t you kill them?" The evil monk wondered what Wang Guang was thinking.
"I killed them today, and they will send someone to take revenge on me. When the time comes, I don’t know when they will make a move, which will be even more passive." Feeling a little agitated, this fellow broke three or five nails on his finger while fiddling. Also dare not let these nails fall, hurriedly spit out red copper sand to polish these nails.
"Walking around, if they know enough, kill them when they enter the Qingfeng Mountains, and then we will change direction and return to Yizong. If they don’t know enough, I don’t mind killing them in advance." When he said this, the demon road was fierce and murderous, but he was angry and calculated.
"It’s a pity that I can’t see the fragments of the two barriers in this way. The poor monk is very curious about what that thing is made of." The evil monk shook his head and sighed again and again, but he knew what Wang Guang had decided, and no one could change it, so he just sighed and never persuaded him.
"It’s just a ban on fragments. You got the inheritance of the ancient Buddha. Don’t you understand this?" Glancing disdainfully at the evil monk, this fellow took out the long banners and shook them repeatedly, and a black smoke rose into the sky, wrapping his body into a black light and flying away in the distance.
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Chapter one hundred and twenty Previous life this life borne to kill prison
Chapter one hundred and twenty Previous life this life borne to kill prison
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"The inheritance of ancient Buddha is not omnipotent, otherwise why should I ask you?" The evil monk, disgusted with Wang Guang’s contempt, sneered with a cold snort: "You have been soft-hearted these days. If you follow the poor monk’s advice, we should just kill those positive practitioners, and never mind his intrigues. (Niu Wen’s novels ~ reading novels online) "
As soon as this evil monk said it, Wang Guang was hurt by someone and immediately became anxious: "Do you think being original is willing to be like this? There are always people who say that being original and killing is too heavy, and that they are perverted because of demons. If they continue to kill, I don’t know what others will say. " When I said this, the Taoist priest only felt sad in his heart, and the more I said it, the more uncomfortable it became.
"Hey hey, I’m waiting for the trainer. I’ll kill whoever I want. Where do you need to listen to other people’s ideas? You don’t kill people if they don’t let you? Why change your mind because of other people’s words? They call you a demon, and if you do that good thing again, it means you are a demon, and nothing will change. " The evil monk sneered repeatedly. "A group of people who have no power always want to use words to make the strong accept their ideas, so as to survive under the connivance of the strong. In the future, if someone says that you are a demon, then kill it. Even if no one kills this world of practice, I will see which one dares to say that you are a demon. "
"But you don’t understand, those people think they have morality, and they think that what conforms to their own ideas is right, and what doesn’t conform to their own ideas is wrong."
"Miscellaneous hair, you said this is also a not shy, your boy is not the same idea? What is in line with oneself is correct, and what is not in line with oneself is wrong. Who can escape? When I was a poor monk, I founded thousands of Buddhists and killed thousands of practitioners. As for mortals, there are millions more. Otherwise, how did you get the golden light after you became a poor monk? Kill it, kill it. Whoever wants to ink again, just kill it. Those bird people who shout about morality all day are all timid people, and they dare not say a word after some killing. " The evil monk shook his head and talked triumphantly about the establishment of a thousand Buddhists. He talked about how to plot against those people in order to occupy the mountain city in those years and what means he used to kill them during the period.
"Don’t say anything, you can go back with being original and kill those positive practitioners." Listening to the evil monk muttering, Wang Guang was clear in his heart. Most of his confusion these days was erased by the evil monk’s words. "The weak only use conspiracy, the weak only use ingenuity. He set a hundred-foot trap, but I have a thousand-foot peak. No matter how subtle the trap is, how can I sink into being original? "
When the evil monk saw Wang Guang’s murder, he immediately clapped his hands and cheered, only to see a golden light gushing out from the back of his head. The golden light flashed and changed into a shadowless thunder hovering in his hand, saying, "The sky is killing me, and the dragon snake rises. People are murderous, and the ground is dark; Singing with swords, I am rampant; Who stands in the way? Killing Li Song in the sky; Who broke the customs? To put it in detail, no one dares to go. "
The evil monk sang a series of songs, but Wang Guang almost cried when he listened. This fellow suppressed his sadness and joy, opened his mouth and sang, "Who broke the customs?" The ninth person of Tongtian Yaodao Tower; Who broke the customs? Tong Tianxing Jun Liu Wei, the eighth person; Who broke the customs? Tongtian yin magic Xiaofeng seventh person … Who is the breaker? Tongtian unparalleled Guangen first person. "
After the evil monk trembled, he laughed strangely and shouted happily.
"It turns out that you and I are not only the same kind of bloody abyss, but also the same kind of previous life." After singing several times, the evil monk suddenly burst into tears: "I thought that all my predecessors had disappeared, but I didn’t think you were. It’s really funny."
Wang Guang is also very sad. Even if this fellow has been practicing for decades, he can’t suppress his sadness. He suddenly burst into tears: "I have been in this world for decades in this life, and I am the only one who has survived this life. I never thought of meeting someone again, but it was wonderful." This fellow clapped his hands repeatedly and rejoiced in his heart.
"The world of practicing Qi is endless. I think there are definitely many people who want to be reincarnated, but most of them have sunk. Even if others have achieved something, they just hide their identities and never show them. Since then, no one knows each other’s identities." The evil monk held back his crying, laughed and said, "I sang the song of my previous life before you revealed your identity. If not, I’m afraid you and I will never know that we are the same kind in our previous lives."
The two men laughed wildly and jumped for a long time before they calmed down. "Being original in my previous life is also a monstrous devil. I just came here to practice the world and converged countless times. I suppressed my nature because I was afraid of people’s words. Today, I was mentioned by you bald donkey, but I understand my mind and won’t make any mistakes."
"Maitreya, the poor monk is just venting casually, and you don’t have to take it to heart." The evil monk looked at Wang Guang strangely and laughed.
"Tell me who you were in your previous life?" After Wang Guang cried and laughed for a while, he asked seriously about the name of the evil monk’s former life.
"Who break off? The foolish monk in heaven misses the 1,897,231st person. " When the evil monk said this, his face was also a little proud. He is proud because his ranking has occupied the eighth floor position in the prison where he was killed in a previous life. If in a previous life, if he reported his name, countless interstellar empires would attract him at any cost.
Only after glancing at Wang Guang aside, it shrank again in the blink of an eye. This diabolical Wang Guang in front of me was the diabolical iron tower that ranked ninth in the prison where Tongtian was killed. When I think of the legend of these people circulating in the prison where Tongtian was killed, the evil monk only felt a chill in his neck, and then he shrank his neck.
"Oh, I just don’t know if I can meet anyone else in the future." Wang Guang answered softly, but he didn’t take it to heart. This past life has little to do with this life. The status and strength of the previous life have no role here, and some are just the mind honed by the previous life.
"It’s estimated that it’s very difficult. Unless we are immortal or even Jin Xian, it’s possible to gather some people." Aside evil monk sink a track.
"Well, I didn’t have any ideas before, but I just wanted to live freely for a few days. I didn’t expect to meet you in a previous life. It seems that being original needs to work hard." At this point, Wang Guang giggled grimly, but at this moment, the murderous look in the sky did not show, only to hear him snap his fingers and sing songs about his previous life.
"Who break off? The ninth person of Tongtian Yaodao Tower … Who broke the customs? Tongtian unparalleled Guangen first person. " This fellow sings and turns around, but he returns to the route. The evil monk’s face was excited, and the golden light kept popping up behind his head, and the gold pieces were suspended around, and he followed the song all the way.
It is said that Wang Guang was being followed by a group of practitioners. When he was advancing, he heard someone singing in front of him, and he was puzzled. He was familiar with the sound and quickly slowed down and began to be on guard.
From time to time, I saw a black light and a golden light coming from a distance. The middle-aged practitioner was thinking about how to talk to Wang Guang and others who suddenly returned, only to see that the black light was separated from the left and right, dozens of angry thunder swept over, and dozens of invisible thunder rolled around.
"Two Taoist friends, what does this mean?" Middle-aged practitioners panic in their hearts, and hurriedly throw out a magic weapon of defense to protect the people. It’s just that the thunder is fierce, and as soon as they touch it, they blow up his magic weapon in pieces.
Before he could react, the black light had reached him. I saw a long hair of silver-haired road flyover standing in front of him with black banners on his head, and a white jade-like hand grabbed on his head. The seven-or eight-inch-long nails were as easy as an iron cone stabbing tofu and easily pierced his head.
"The boundless Buddha wants to kill people by being original, but you just met, but it’s your misfortune." Wang Guang grimaced with a grimace of a grin, and his palm pressed hard, only to hear a click. Poor middle-aged man had not yet put his magic to good use, and his big head was pinched to pieces, and his red and white body fell down.
A mass of white light flew out from the neck and tried to escape, but it was shaken by the black banners on the road flyover’s head and swept in at once.
On the other side, the evil monk grimaced, and this fellow spread his golden light behind his head to protect himself. He carried two magic pestles and rushed into these practitioners like a madman, killing one at a time. Only a dozen practitioners who smashed it complained repeatedly, and no one dared to resist, just turned and ran away.
"Being original has let one of you go today, so you’re not hanging out with the prison and the bloody abyss." Seeing people escape, this fellow grimaced, revived in his previous life, and shouted at the top of his voice that the whole person was caught by the fastest practitioner who was rolled up by black complications and ran straight.
Seeing that Wang Guang was after him, the practitioner quickly lost a shuttle-shaped magic weapon and called at Wang Guang. Wang Guang didn’t care, so he grabbed it and pinched it into scrap iron and threw it aside. The practitioner was heartbroken at the sight. I didn’t know that someone could grasp the magic weapon empty-handed. This panic was driven up by the Taoist priest, who smashed his head and whipped his soul with a black banner.
"Natural special finger sand refinement for several years, coupled with the refinement in a big way, being original, these hands don’t have to practice the golden claw half a point, and even some of the earth to some extent, you want to hurt being original? It is a delusion. " Relying on the special means, this evil monk slaughtered this group of tourist trap practitioners in one breath. All souls were either absorbed by the black banners above Wang Guang’s head or assimilated by the golden light behind the head of the evil monk. In short, no one escaped. Well, it can be said that it has been eradicated.
"Daoyou, do you have the means to check these people’s memories?" After learning about Wang Guang’s former identity, the evil monk didn’t dare to be too wild. Even if Wang Guang’s means are not much better than him now, he didn’t dare to be as presumptuous as before. If he had hung out with Tongtian to kill the prison every time in his previous life, Wang Guang wouldn’t have taken it to heart at all, but this evil monk was the one who hung out with Tongtian to kill the prison, so he knew what Wang Guang’s ninth position represented. Coupled with some performances of hunting Laurence family practitioners some time ago, it made him afraid.
"I just don’t know how bloody it will be after all the minds of the ninth place in the prison are revealed in the world of practice." Thought of here, the evil monk secretly strange smile.
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Chapter one hundred and twenty-one Evil nature The wicked repent
Chapter one hundred and twenty-one Evil nature The wicked repent
When the evil monk saw Wang Guang’s virtue, he suddenly laughed strangely. "My brother suffered from the technique of calculation. He once asked someone for help, but he was cheated. Now he is very disgusted with the technique of calculation."
