Invincible from the bad guy Hades

Chapter 39

Buchi held on to his true qi to protect the scorpion. Looking at the scene of Shura's purgatory with his cloudy old eyes, he felt a chill in his heart, but he couldn't ignore his disciple's life, so he took a step forward and shouted:
"What kind of nasty tricks did you, the devil, use? If you let go of my Buddhist disciples and return the precious jade, I will not care about you. Otherwise, I will be an enemy of the Buddhist sects in the world."

"Hahaha, it's so funny, don't the bald donkeys in Jingnian Temple still understand the situation? If you continue to be obsessed with blocking me, then I will have no choice but to kill and blaze a trail of thorns and blood."

Under the bright moonlight, Zhu Yougui looked down at the four snow-white and long-browed old monks who were struggling in a group, with murderous intent in their eyes, and he spoke coldly.

"Amitabha, goodness, goodness! Since Your Excellency Underworld has a predestined relationship with Heshi Bigan, then just take it away, and please accept your supernatural powers if you are empty."

Suddenly, a sound of Huang Zhong Dalu's Buddha resounded through the night, and the nine secluded true energy turned into a curtain in the black hole, and a gap of Zhang Xu was suddenly opened from the outside, and an incomparably pure and incomparable Buddhist golden light true energy shone in, pouring out brilliantly. On the [-]st, the black air suddenly spread, and an old monk with a sad face walked in slowly. He was wearing a yellow inner robe and a brown jacket monk's uniform, showing his detached posture like standing out from the crowd.

At this moment, four of the guardian vajras sang "Nah", turned around in unison, and saluted the sad-faced old monk.

I saw him bowing his hands to Zhu Yougui, with an extremely sincere and submissive attitude.

Zhu Yougui's eyes turned cold, and he was slapped in the face as soon as he pretended to be coercive. No one's face is good-looking, and the small face said coldly:
"Presumably this one is Master Liaokong, the Zen master who practices closed-mouth meditation?"

"Exactly."

Liao Kong has a slender and handsome figure, a straight nose, and a radiant look on his handsome face that is beyond the mundane.

The most memorable thing is his pair of deep and unpredictable eyes. There is no domineering, only the calmness of the ancient well, which can make anyone have a heart that is both unpredictable and dare not be underestimated.

"In order to save people, is it worth it to break your decades-old closed phrase?"

"The Buddha's wish to save people is far better than the ninth-level pagoda. In comparison, the old monk's mere decades of hard work are nothing! He only hopes to die and live."

The words are soft but tough, and the underlying meaning is that Zhu Yougui will die if he does not let him go.

Looking at the five masters who were connected by Qi and machine, Zhu Yougui seemed calm on the surface, but actually panicked in his heart, because the injuries in his body were aggravated because of his over-acting.

He was extremely unwilling to fight them to the end at this time, so he silently absorbed the power into his body, but it only took a moment for the ferocity of the Jiuyou Xuantian Divine Art to cause countless casualties, and only about a hundred or so innate monks were released from the black hole to survive.

The rest were either sucked dry, or turned into blood and nutrients and returned to the earth itself.

Seeing the miserable mummies all over the place, the five monks suddenly had veins popping up on their foreheads, and their murderous intent soared.

"Since that's the case, you guys go away. I'll leave as soon as I take the treasure, and I won't stay for dinner."

Suddenly Zhu Yougui's eyes brightened and his tongue burst into thunder. His voice was not loud enough to be heard in the ears of the five old monks, but it was like a thunderstorm on a sunny day. There was a roar in his ears, his head was blinded, and his body shook involuntarily.

Before the five of them could react, Zhu Yougui's ghost flashed into the darkness and walked away.

"You are all so old, I advise you to stay obediently in the temple, eat fast, recite scriptures and retire, and don't disturb the wind and rain with the nun of Cihang's Jingzhai."

"Yang Guang hasn't died yet, so he can't wait to run out to choose the Lord for Heaven, and he doesn't take a picture of himself, do you have the qualifications?"

Zhu Yougui floated away from the eyes of the four old monks in a leisurely manner, and did not forget to sneer a few words after walking a long way.

The four holy monks with a combined age of more than [-] blushed when they heard the words, and their mood was agitated. They looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces, and then looked at the corpses of their disciples who were lying on the ground, feeling sad, and they all looked at Kong, ashamed:
"It's my generation who has implicated the master."

Liao Kong looked at Zhu Yougui's leaving direction alone, carefully savoring the words he left behind, but his face was relieved without any hatred, instead he waved the sleeve of the monk's robe and laughed loudly, turned around and walked away shaking his head and said:
"Extremely extreme. When an old monk is old, he should stay in the temple to meditate and realize the Buddha. There is no way for good or bad, but people make their own way. This is a poor monk living in a troubled world."

The four holy monks looked confused, and Wu Chi among them was even more unwilling to say:

"Then what about Heshibi? Back then Cihang Jingzhai entrusted us to keep it, and now we won't let it go."

The five monks all understood that the matter of He Shibi was one of Cihang Jingzhai's hidden trump cards. They waited for the time to attract heroes from all over the world to gather together, and then threw out the title of "Chosen Lord" to attract the attention of the world. All the heroes are looking forward to it, to show that the world is coming!In the end, they pushed out the bright master they had chosen to create momentum, as if the fate of this guy was in his hands.

It is really a misfortune for the Buddhist sect that such a righteous plan should be known by the Underworld Emperor with an inexplicable origin.

"Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and happiness is happiness without worry, and it may be a good thing to lose it."

Liaokong put down a sentence in a free and easy manner, turned around and walked away with a sense of comprehension, and the body that was drifting away became more and more dusty and natural.

"Oh, I can only inform Cihang Jingzhai first. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse that there is such a murderer as Emperor Ming in the Jianghu."

Thinking of Zhu Yougui's horror just now, the four holy monks felt pain again and sighed at each other.

They began to help the monks on the ground one after another. After this battle, the Jingnian Temple suffered heavy losses. A pile of corpses were buried and buried, and a pile of dried corpses were cremated.

Soon, in the middle of the night, all the monks gathered around the fire and burned their corpses, and recited the mantra of passing away sadly together. The wooden fish bell and chime followed a certain rhythm in the sound of chanting, and even the night sky seemed to be stained with desolation. Qi, in the faint light of the fire, is extraordinarily deep and far away, sleepless all night...

Outside the temple, at the foot of the mountain.

Zhu Yougui clutched the cold frost on his chest, clutched the sack with one hand, staggered into the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain with his calves fluffy.

In front of the raging bonfire, a snow-white pigeon fluttered its wings and flew out, gradually drifting away into the distance in the dark and deserted night sky.

Zhu Yougui: "?"

"Who?!"

Fu Junmai was holding her sword and staring at her eyes, when there was a sudden movement, she immediately locked onto Zhu Yougui, whose life was like paper gold. Zhu Yougui's indifferent and icy expression immediately frightened her palms to become tense and sweaty, as if a child was caught doing something bad. Jiaoqu was trembling with guilt, fearing that Zhu Yougui would discover her small movements.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Yougui seemed to turn a blind eye to the carrier pigeon that flew away secretly, and when she saw that she was in a wounded state, Fu Junmao's eyes froze, and he yelled in surprise:

"Jingnian Temple actually hurt you? Who did it? I really can't think of anyone else in this world who can hurt you."

Fu Junmao, as the nominal Xuanming Dharma King, often asks Zhu Yougui for advice, so she has a very good understanding of Zhu Yougui's terrifying strength, so she is so surprised that Zhu Yougui will be injured!

Could it be that Ning Daoqi, the number one Daoist master, made the move?

Zhu Yougui sneered, shook his head indifferently, and said coldly: "Jing Nian Temple is just a clown, there is no need to take it too seriously! This seat was injured by He Shibi, and he used it repeatedly True energy against the enemy makes it impossible to suppress the cold energy in the body."

Secretly, Zhu Yougui had already guessed who Fu Junmao was secretly contacting, but Zhu Yougui had a plan in his heart and was too lazy to tell, and his peak combat power was at least two realms higher than the strongest grand master in this world, so feel free to come if you have any troubles , Seriously, I have never been afraid of anyone in a fight.

Fu Junmao's refusal to truly submit to the Xuanming Sect was also expected by him, and she was originally the Rakshasa girl who was kidnapped by Zhu Yougui.Coupled with his small stature, he obviously doesn't have the aura of domineering, so why should he let others be loyal to him?
　I will update again and again, I will really be lazy tomorrow~
　　
　
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