Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 225 Killing God of Transformation, Avenging Blood (seeking monthly ticket)
The terrifying scene made the faces of the purple-robed man and the white-clothed cultivator next to him change.

They could hardly believe it.

The stone tablet suddenly descended from the sky, crushing the peacock's body to pieces?

But they quickly recognized the four steles.

"It's the four-sided martial arts monument!"

"Kill him!"

Both the man in purple robe and the cultivator in white shouted loudly.

They were terrified and couldn't believe it.

The four-faced stele is extremely evil. When it fell into the hands of the ancestors of the Wumeng, I don't know how many monsters who turned into gods were killed.

Now he flew here on his own initiative and landed here?

boom!boom!
The man in purple robe and the cultivator in white rushed towards Ning Chuan.

As soon as Ning Chuan saw the four stone monuments, his heart was shaken, and he reacted immediately. He raised his head and roared, his hair was shawl, and his whole body was full of light, as if he had gone crazy.

He wanted to control the four-sided stone tablet, and threw it at the purple-robed man and the white-clothed cultivator, but found that the four-sided stone tablet was only trembling violently, extremely heavy, and he couldn't completely control it at all.

Suddenly, he hugged one of the stone tablets with both hands, and concentrated on driving this stone tablet. The nameless mentality was running to the extreme in his body, and he burst into a monstrous aura.

"Death to me!"

His voice was harsh.

The stone tablet in his hand seemed to be revived, and it burst out with endless light, sweeping towards the purple-robed man and the white-clothed cultivator viciously.

Rumble!
The space collapsed, terrifying and unpredictable.

The chaotic energy atmosphere is everywhere in the sky and the ground.

The sword energy and magic weapons blasted by the purple-robed man and the white-clothed cultivator all exploded and were vulnerable to a single blow. They flew all over the sky, and pieces of mountains were exploding.

The cultivator in white was horrified and terrified. He watched the huge stone tablet sweeping towards his body. At this moment, his body seemed to be imprisoned, unable to move at all.

He finally realized the feeling of the peacock just now.

"No!"

Boom!

The stele swept across, causing his body to explode on the spot, turning into endless blood mist.

There was only one Nascent Soul left, which fled towards the distance extremely miserably.

"what!"

Ning Chuan continued to shout upwards, his hair disheveled, his voice terrifying, and he continued to rotate the huge stone tablet, bursting out with brilliant light, and continued to sweep towards the purple-robed man.

The purple-robed man had sensed something was wrong for the first time, and quickly fled towards the distance.

"Quickly kill me!"

Boom!

The stele swept across, and the space exploded into pieces.

Even though the purple-robed man escaped extremely quickly, he was caught up by an incomparably terrifying energy turbulence. Amidst his frightened screams, half of his body was blown apart and turned into countless blood mist.

The only half of his body still wanted to run away, but the blood-stained strange bird suddenly jumped up from the ground, poked out its huge rafters, grabbed his neck, slammed him hard, and smashed him to the ground. on the ground.

"I will peck you to death, I will peck you to death!"

The strange bird desperately pecked at the purple-robed man's remnant body.

The moment the purple-robed man was pecked at the neck by the strange bird, his soul escaped in a panic, turned into a streamer, and fled all the way to the distance at a high speed.

Ning Chuan seemed to be going crazy, seeing the soul of the purple-robed man running away, he suddenly moved a huge stone tablet, and threw the stone tablet viciously into the distance as if it were a hidden weapon.

Rumble!
The stele pierced through the air all the way, destroying the sky and destroying the earth, and erupted with monstrous fluctuations.

The thunder all over the sky was drawn down, but it was still the primordial spirit who passed by.

With a bang, half of the purple-robed man's primordial spirit exploded on the spot.

Only a small number of primordial spirits escaped in panic.

Ning Chuan was covered in blood, his breath was burning, and his shawl was scattered, which was extremely tragic.

Behind him, there are three huge stone tablets standing firmly.

The stone tablet is simple and unsophisticated, exuding a little mysterious light, echoing with the nameless mind in his body.

He suddenly and quickly suppressed the burning blood in his body, forcibly stopping his boiling essence.

He can't die!

He must live!
Today's revenge, he will definitely come back with revenge a thousand times, a hundred times in a year.

Never before had Ning Chuan hated a faction so much.

"Boy, I can't do it..."

Suddenly, there was an unusually weak voice from the strange bird, covered in blood, the blood under the skin was like a river, and it kept gushing out, "I may be going to sleep... You can't die... I'm going to use your body to sleep, you're going to die, Old Nazu will also be finished..."

Chi Chi Chi!
Its huge body suddenly emitted a faint light, and then quickly turned into nothingness, as if gradually becoming transparent.

In the end, the huge body quickly turned into the size of a palm, and flew directly towards Ning Chuan, and with a swipe, it was printed on his arm and turned into a golden tattoo.

Ning Chuan was shocked.

"Strange bird, strange bird..."

He quickly looked at the tattoo and asked.

There was no response from the tattoo, but Ning Chuan felt a faint breath of life, as if there was a small life hidden in the tattoo.

Ning Chuan suddenly raised the black Excalibur, turned around, and fled into the distance.

He was fast, didn't recognize things, and rushed all the way, just wanting to leave this place as soon as possible.

Outside, there was a commotion.

The world is in an uproar!

The Demon League, the Holy League, and the hermit practitioners were all shocked.

Everyone can't believe it.

The three ancestors of the God Transformation Realm came out together, but they failed to do anything to Ning Chuan. Instead, they all ended up in a terrible end. Their bodies were destroyed, leaving only their souls.

This is a shocking event!

Everyone feels incredible.

For the first time, those demon leagues and some cultivation sects felt that things were getting serious.

Ning Chuan escaped!
With his talent, within ten years, he will inevitably grow to an unbelievable level.

And they are subject to the depletion of heaven and earth spiritual energy, they will never improve in the past ten years, but will become weaker and weaker. Once Ning Chuan seeks revenge from them ten years later, they will inevitably die a miserable death.

At the same time, the Holy League was also alarmed.

They feel bad.

If such a great enemy runs away, who can defeat him in the future?

Even if they have a genius like Xuanzhen, they may not be able to steadily suppress Ning Chuan, because Ning Chuan's display of combat power is too terrifying. Nascent Soul stage masters are like ants in front of him, and all monsters who transform gods are defeated by him. It is incredible to destroy the fleshy body.

All forces were shaken.

The achievements of Ning Chuan are spreading rapidly, and each one is enough to shake the world.

This is a record that cannot be achieved by anyone in the younger generation.

These forces were not reconciled to letting Ning Chuan escape, and soon sent out experts again to search.

However, since that battle, Ning Chuan seemed to have completely disappeared.

There is no trace anymore.

No matter how these forces search, they still can't find any clues.

Even the masters of the [Yuan] organization also dispatched, but also got nothing.

The southern region was in chaos.

The forces of all parties panic.

But soon fierce fighting broke out again.

Where there are people, there are disputes. Although the Demon League and the Holy League joined forces to annex the Wumeng, due to the relationship of interests, fighting broke out again between the two alliances.

At the same time, splits began to appear within them, and they were no longer a piece of metal.

The entire Southern Territory seemed to be trapped in a huge meat grinder.

Countless people die tragically every day.

And in this endless dispute, both the Demon League and the Holy League have heaven-defying talents appearing, their strength is terrifying, and they suppress one side.

For a while, more and more masters were involved in right and wrong.

...

In a vast mountain forest.

Ning Chuan was covered in blood, and he didn't know how far he escaped. He didn't stop at all for ten days and nights. He seemed to have forgotten all about eating and drinking, and he fled north all the way.

In his mind, it seemed that there was nothing left but fleeing.

Finally, on day No. 11, he couldn't take it anymore, his eyes turned black, and he fell into a coma, but even in a coma, his legs continued to run wildly.

It's totally a physical instinct!
In this way, in a coma, he ran again for an unknown amount of time before his body suddenly jumped and quickly rolled into a mountain forest.

A small ancient temple appeared not far from him.

The gate of the temple is vermilion.

The walls are mottled, and peeling has begun in many places.

At first glance, there is an unspeakable vicissitudes.

The little novice monk who was sweeping the floor in the temple showed a startled look, and found the figure rolling down at the gate of the temple, and immediately went to inform his senior brother.

Not long after, several monks rushed out quickly.

"There is still salvation, he is not dead, quickly carry him in!"

A monk quickly checked Ning Chuan's wound and said.

They quickly lifted Ning Chuan and ran towards the temple.

I don't know how long has passed.

Ning Chuan felt like he had a long, long dream. In the dream, he sometimes turned into a god of war, killing all directions, and sometimes fell into a strange vortex, being gnawed by countless insects Chewing back and forth, the gnawing made him extremely itchy, and sometimes it seemed as if he had fallen into a big hot pot, his whole body was extremely hot.

In this way, all kinds of feelings appeared on him in turn!
Ah!
Ning Chuan suddenly yelled, opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up from the bed.

An old monk in a cassock was lying on his stomach and sucking drugs for him. Seeing him sitting up, he immediately said, "Benefactor, you have been poisoned to the bone marrow, and I have already forced [-]% of your internal strength. Now only It’s [-]% down, I can only suck it out for you with my mouth, don’t…”

Snapped!
Before he finished speaking, Ning Chuan slapped the old monk's face with a crisp sound, and knocked out one of the old monk's teeth.

The old monk's face was startled, he looked at Ning Chuan blankly, covered his cheeks again, and his face became gloomy, "Amitabha, since the benefactor doesn't let the old monk inhale, then the old monk just doesn't inhale!"

He got up from Ning Chuan, without touching the ground, and floated out of here like a ghost.

After Ning Chuan slapped him, he was completely taken aback.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he didn't mean it!
He hadn't fully woken up just now!
The body is still in a fighting state, completely subconsciously.

His mind is extremely confused now, his headache is splitting, and he can't recall many things.

"Grandmaster…"

Just when Ning Chuan was about to call the old monk back and apologize, a young monk suddenly jumped in from the door, ran up to Ning Chuan, and said, "Boy, you are dead now, the abbot Be careful, you have offended him, and you will never want to leave in this life..."

Snapped!
As soon as the words fell, the old monk flashed past the door just now, and slapped the young monk on the shoulder with a bang, which made him spurt blood, and his body flew out in an instant, hitting the young monk in the distance. At the same time, the dead cannot die again.

The body of the old monk reappeared outside the door, with his feet not touching the ground, and with a ghostly air, he said in a cold voice, "I hate people talking bad about me the most in my life!"

His body drifted away again and disappeared here.

Ning Chuan's eyelids twitched rapidly.

I go!

How familiar is this scene?
This Nima!
He got up quickly and wanted to go out to have a look, but he found severe pain in his limbs, and all the meridians seemed to be broken.

Ning Chuan was startled, and quickly sat cross-legged on the bed and began to operate the [Tathagata Nirvana Jue], his whole body lit up with bright Buddha light, and strands of Tathagata's true energy quickly repaired his internal injuries.

Tathagata Nirvana Jue is the best in the world in terms of healing. In just half an hour, his injuries have completely recovered.

Not only that, but Ning Chuan also discovered that his cultivation level had improved again at some point.

When he was in a coma before, he actually reached the early stage of true martial arts directly from the middle stage of Taoism!

Suddenly two consecutive realms!
This improvement in strength made him a little happy and a little shocked.

He seems to improve a lot every time he gets injured!

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and quickly looked at the tattoo on his right arm, only to see that the tattoo made of a strange bird was still sticking to it obediently, and faint waves of life came from inside.

Ning Chuan's chaotic brain began to calm down quickly, and he recalled the previous events one by one, and the scenes of the battle came into his eyes again.

Gradually, his eyes turned cold, showing murderous intent.

It's a shame that in the end, the three masters of the god-transformation realm all escaped from the primordial spirit and did not completely die in his hands.

But he will definitely knock on the door in person later!

None of these people can escape!
Monster Race, Cultivator, Yuan Organization!

All must die!

Now that he has got rid of the crisis, with his cheat, he only needs to hang on, and after a year or two, he will definitely enter the realm of Tongtian.

At that time, with the true understanding of martial arts and the nineteen beats of ghosts and gods, he will be invincible!

"Strange bird, Elder Zhang, and fellow comrades who died, don't worry, blood debts will eventually be paid in blood, and none of them can escape. I will wipe out the village and completely destroy their moral lineage, and let them experience it too. What is cutting weeds and roots!"

Ning Chuan's eyes were cold, and he whispered in his heart.

That bloody scene made his heart shudder even now when he recalled it.

Ning Chuan got up from the bed and walked outside.

The ancient temple is quiet.

Bells ring.

Walking out of the door, there is a long corridor, and walking along the corridor, there is a huge yard, but at this moment, there are eighteen bronze figures with golden light in the yard, posing in poses, holding swords and swords Halberds and various weapons are stopped there.

"Eighteen Bronze Men of Tianlong Temple, drink! Ha! Hey!"

The eighteen bronze men opened their mouths to drink loudly.

Ning Chuan was startled.

What the fuck?

"Boy, do you still want to leave after offending the abbot? How can it be so simple?"

A bronze man holding Fang Tian's painted halberd opened his mouth and shouted.

"Teach him a lesson!"

A monk holding a thick copper stick shouted next to him.

Without hesitation, the eighteen bronze men used eighteen different martial arts in rotation, and quickly rushed towards Ning Chuan.

Boom boom boom!
There were bursts of muffled noises, weapons fired, and figures flying.

The bronze figures turned into pieces of paper in the wind, being beaten by Ning Chuan and flying around indiscriminately.

Not a class at all.

A series of data was quickly pasted by Ning Chuan, and soon gained thousands of points again.

But Ning Chuan quickly showed strange colors.

These copper bald donkeys really lived up to their reputation!
His body is tough, even his palms are numb from the shock!

This kind of horizontal practice method can be called unrivaled!
"Everyone, it's just a misunderstanding. My admiration for the abbot is like a torrential river, continuous, and like a flood of the Yellow River, out of control. There is absolutely no disrespect. I am going to thank the abbot for his life-saving grace. Anyone willing to lead the way?"

Ning Chuan spoke.

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