Black Wizard Zhu Peng

[Title: Black wizard Zhu Peng Chapter 6: mieshi magic body, hovering above the peaks of the skull swirl of the sea: crazy turn of salted fish 2]

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Although Xiaofeng is not a tiger, he has the same psychological feelings. The dignified prairie wolf king now condescends to pick up a piece of cattle bones and is actually robbed. If the opponent is a powerful existence, that’s all. However, Xiao Feng took a closer look and saw that it was a stinking and dirty skinny human being bashing himself while holding a bull skull.

"It's a starving'Nishsmith'!" Liu Yueyue walked closer and glanced at it, then said to Zhu Peng on the side.

"Nishi Carpenter" means beggar in Western languages.

The civilians of the Western Regions were divided into "chawa" rich households with cattle and sheep, "gangcha" serf families without livestock, and the class of "niche craftsmen" are no longer regarded as people, even if the rich families All the dogs live more dignified than them.

Xiaofeng just opened his mouth and planned to spray the human being who was gnawing on the black bones in front of him. Its upper and lower jaws were held by Zhu Peng.

At this moment, Zhu Peng looked at the "Carpenter Nish" in front of him, watching him/her or it greedily gnaw away the tiny pieces of meat from the bones. This little guy even forcibly bit off the bovine bone stick to **** the slight marrow inside. It completely ignores that its teeth are **** from forcibly chewing on bones.

The days of the “Nishi Carpenter” are already miserable. They often feed on grass roots, horse dung, and bark. The “Gangcha” serfs in the Western Regions are poor in materials and live almost like beggars in the country’s center of gravity. This class is the mainstream of the people in the Western Regions. In other words, most of them are beggars.

"Nishismith" is a beggar among beggars, and the little guy in front of him is a weak one among "Nishismith". It is on the verge of dying at any time, and there is no energy for it to think to gain consciousness as a human being. , The reason why it hasn't died now is just that the animal nature and the body's survival instinct support it, supporting it for food and survival.

Staring at the little guy in front of him, Zhu Peng's eyes flickered as if he had suddenly realized a certain mysterious principle in the moment of a flash of light, but the light and fire of that thinking was too short and weak, making it difficult for people to catch for a time and unable to understand and think carefully.

"You are very relaxed and relaxed now... You feel that your whole body is light and fluttering, as if you have returned to the most peaceful state, as if you have returned to your mother's side." The darkness spread, as Zhu Peng approached and whispered, the kid in front of you The body shook, and finally fell backward with a light swing of the man and fell into Zhu Peng's arms.

"Boss, what are you?" Liu Yueyue didn't dislike the dirty and stench of the little Nishi carpenter who was fighting with the wolf for bones. She passed by Zhu Peng and took it. After a little weighing, she estimated that this was not enough. Ten year old child.

"When I saw him just now, he seemed to have some enlightenment in his mind, but he couldn't grasp the inspiration. If I can figure it out, it should be able to solve a big hurdle in my martial arts. This kind of opportunity will naturally be brought back. Think about it." Zhu Peng did not hide Liu Yueyue. After the world was promoted to the outer gang realm, the confrontation with each other only depended on strength. It doesn't matter if the queen knows it or not, not to mention Liu Yueyue may not take this matter. Tell the queen, in terms of her current vague position.

He brought the young child back to the Tulou, and Zhu Peng personally groomed him, cooked porridge for him, and even fed him and took care of him.

This little devil’s life fire is like a candle in the wind. He insisted on being immortal under extreme and sinister circumstances and exhausted his potential. Now his life is suddenly stable, but it may directly kill him, so Zhu Peng even temporarily put it down. Taking care of the child with all the things in his hands, his eyes were burning, as if thoughtful.

In order to thoroughly clean this little mud boy, two large buckets of water were used. If the ordinary maid rubbed hard, even no matter how gentle it was, he would kill him. However, Zhu Peng bathed him with acupuncture technique spreading secretly. Activate its blood and shake its bone marrow, so that there is no problem, and after cleaning, it is refreshing and thorough from the inside out. After knocking out all the black mud shells, what is revealed is a very handsome face. Western Region Boys.

He personally cooked medicinal porridge for him to make up for his vitality, and in the process of constantly feeding him something, Zhu Peng gained the trust of this ignorant boy like a beast.

"You have no father, no mother, no relatives and no cause. You have been fighting the whole world since the first day you came into this world. If so, I will call you Asura... You know deeply that you just want To live is how difficult it is." Human children have no independent survival ability until they are three years old. Asura has been raised by wild animals since he was a child, and it is now today.

Zhu Peng stroked the top of Asura's head with his palm, reversed his fate, gave him a name, and made the world's turbulent destiny appear strange, turbulent and twisted.

(The evil way of martial arts is based on the heart demon. The stronger the negative emotions, the greater the power and the faster the progress... No matter what the child comes to the world, it is pure and without any fault. However, Ashura has been hard since he was a child. Isn't it a kind of injustice?) In Zhu Peng's eyes, Ashura is a piece of text, an exposition of life, which corresponds to the content of a certain piece of the book in his mind.

It’s just that the depth of this understanding is far from enough. Zhu Peng, who is in the fourth-order semi-god realm, can faintly feel foreseeing that as long as he successfully breaks through this barrier in the magical martial arts, he will advance by leaps and bounds in the future. The road to the taboo area will be straightforward.

(Originally, I wanted to use my own influence to mobilize the general trend of the entire Chinese nation to suppress or even attack the Xuankong Temple, but now I think about it, but it seems to be on the wrong path...Magic Dao Martial Arts, Demon Dao, Demon... What is a demon? What?) Thinking, comprehending, and savoring, after teaching Asura martial arts for a period of time, Zhu Peng left Kasuhubu with a letter.

Cultivation is always a matter of one person most of the time. When you don't understand it, you will be mixed together. When there is an understanding in your heart, Zhu Peng will give up immediately, without even the slightest hesitation. As for the next day, how crazy Guo Ping and Liu Yueyue were when they saw the letter, he didn't care.

Zhu Peng brushed across the grasslands and deserts of the Western Regions like a gust of wind. He saw the pious perseverance of the gray-haired old woman kneeling down at one step, as well as the arrogance, luxury, and shameless madness of most tribal chiefs in the Western Regions.

After getting rid of the Hua team, Zhu Peng finally saw that the Western Regions lamas had almost absolute control over this land and beliefs, like ant-like serfs. The property they had spent their lives struggling with in exchange for their lives was held high by their hands and worshipped. , Humble, incomparably insignificant, had to offer it to the lama guru, the accumulation of wealth for a lifetime, in exchange for only kissing the shoes of a lama guru.

(Do you really know how to believe? Do you really know what you believe in?) Without any deliberation, blind faith is like the tiny golden sand in the surging river. It has its value, but it is too much. Is small.

The more ignorant the world is, the more greedy and powerful those in charge of religious power will be.

On the land of the Central Plains, where humanity is flourishing, non-productive partners are forbidden to enjoy luxury goods such as wine and meat. Monks who are extremely virtuous and virtuous can say that wine and meat have passed through the intestines and the Buddha sits in his heart. However, there is absolutely no monk in China who dare to say that he is practicing Huanxi Zen. Once caught, not to mention being killed directly, at least it is ruined and impossible to gain a believer.

This is a religion that has been speculatively filtered. On the contrary, it is easier to produce a great monk with a single heart toward the Buddha, in the true sense.

In Dongying overseas, because of the stupidity and semi-civilization of the people, the monks in charge of religious power can drink and eat, even marry wives and children, and use the entire monastery as their own property.

As for the land of the Western Regions, the power of the lamas has been further strengthened and carried forward. They have almost reached the point of asking for and asking for believers. Whether it is precious wealth or beautiful virgins, the people of the world are all Buddhist slaves in their eyes, and they themselves are superior. The... Buddha.

The palms of these lamas lightly fell on the top of the believer’s head, or fell on the skin of a girl kneeling aside. The scenes Zhu Peng of Naying Zanghang saw looked a bit strange, mixing the sacred and obscene. Being together is very mysterious but still very dirty.

(The two major characteristics of cults: 1. Worship of living people, 2. Bottomless requirement for believers to dedicate themselves.) In the old days, Dongying attacked various countries, plundering comfort women and committing crimes is endless, but most people ignore them and forget them. The cruelty of oppressing their own people is not inferior to foreign countries. The Dongying Women’s Stand Up Team also serves as comfort women to appease the frontline soldiers. Its record is to receive 300 soldiers every day... A man who was forced to **** with 300 men every day Woman, is she really patriotic?

In other words, it is already crazy.

By the same token, do these serfs who have been exploited and squeezed to the last bit of flesh and blood by the lamas of the Western Regions, do they still have self and belief?

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As Zhu Peng's thoughts deepened, his understanding and understanding of the magic way became deeper.

His people blew through the world like a violent wind, just like righteous and evil attract and repel each other, and Buddha and demons stubbornly hold each other. Zhu Peng, who has turned into a violent wind, finally came to the deepest part of the Western Regions one day, and he will definitely come here.

The vast wasteland suddenly sank more than ten feet before Zhu Peng's footsteps, forming a steep cliff, because the terrain of this wasteland is extremely flat, so if you don’t get close to the cliff, you won’t be able to see it from a distance. .

The cliff in front of you is extremely wide, widening in front of the wasteland, and you can't see its margins on both sides, and then close together at the very distant horizon, finally forming an incomparably vast and deep, even huge that ordinary humans simply cannot imagine. Tiankeng!

In the center of the tiankeng, there is a majestic mountain rising from the ground. The mountain is originally very large, but it stands in the tiankeng, so it is almost invisible. Among the clouds and mist in the mountain, there are countless golden temples. Looming.

These temples between the peaks are probably the Hanging Temple of the Western Regions. I am afraid, it can only be the Hanging Temple!

Hassan is a "gangcha" in the human world, that is, a serf family without livestock. Among the human roads suppressed by the Hanging Buddha, the Gangcha has the largest number, and it can be said that it is the mainstream class group.

In fact, Hassan’s family originally had cattle and sheep, but when he was a child, his father offended a master and died tragically. The family situation has plummeted since then, cattle and sheep were expropriated and occupied by the heads, and his beautiful and passionate mother was also taken over. I took the Buddha Kingdom, and when I came back, I was crazy.

Hassan is 21 years old this year, and he has grown into a strong young man. He does the labor of three people every day. He just wants to one day redeem cattle and sheep from the head.

This idea is far away, but at least it is a hope.

But just five days ago, Hassan’s younger sister was selected as the concubine to offer to the Hanging Buddha Kingdom. Hassan has desperately prayed for the protection of the eagles that the ancestors in the sky turned into. However, unfortunately still happened. Hassan’s younger sister finally Still offended the master like their father, she will be sent to hell.

Buddhism, the human world, and the **** road are all in a sharp and clear hierarchy, but the human world has already suffered so much. What kind of torture and horror will he endure in the **** road?

When Hassan fought his life and sneaked into the **** road and found his sister, all he saw was a dripping blood corpse, spreading poisonous miasma, and fat rats. Until this time, the industrious and lovely girl was still unable to shut down. With the upper eyes, her eyes are filled with infinite pain and fear. She may not be able to imagine how the evil of human nature can reach such a level in that gorgeous Buddhist kingdom.

The numerous bones are like mountains, forests, and seas, so fierce that the corpse poisonous miasma spreads, and the evil rats who don’t fear people don’t care if Hassan is still alive, they begin to bite his flesh and blood with their sharp teeth. Many evil rats are coming from all directions...Hell is here.

(Does it hurt? Hate it?)

The corpse poison was already violent in his body, and Hassan, who was no longer going out to vitality, suddenly heard such a whisper in his mind. At the same time, all the fat rats around him spread and avoided. It seems that Hassan is no longer at this time. It is a piece of fat meat, but a deadly poisonous paste.

(who are you……)

(It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is whether you want to see the gods and Buddhas disappear in smoke! Or, your pain is not enough, I might as well let you see more clearly.) Reverberating from all sides of the gloomy **** The endless soul whispered.

Under the action of a mysterious force, the blood corpse who had just been touched by Hassan suddenly opened his eyes. The next moment the darkness spread, Hassan was involved in the final course of his sister Iori's life.

For those greedy and grinning masters, and those Buddha concubines who drank without cover in the Immeasurable Guangming Buddha Palace, if the beautiful Iori is willing to join in, she can at least live a good life for a few years until she is old and degenerates or is played. I was abandoned when I was bored, but Iori, who had no scheming in this respect, subconsciously resisted a Buddha who was in excitement. Maybe it was just a slap in the face, maybe it was just a subconscious struggle. The mad master chose a knife. Cut her off, then poured the dripping spirits!

Hasan entered the perspective of his sister Iori, feeling the pain, despair, and...resentment at the last moment of her sister's life!

(I will ask you again, and for the last time. What price are you willing to pay for revenge?)

(...Everything, everything about me!) Gradually returning from the death of the illusion, Zhu Peng did not deceive him. Not long after Iori died, Zhu Peng could completely extract the last memory fragments of her life with his profound spiritual cultivation. Let Hassan fully feel it until he gets the result he wants.

(In this case, the contract is formed.) The figure is condensed by the shadows, and Zhu Peng suddenly appears behind Hassan. Afterwards, he takes out the man's red heart that is still pulsating, and a black and gray breath in the entire **** road is from all directions. Coming in, poured into this red and beating heart, they can be called hostility, magnetic field, and negative energy. In short, it is what Zhu Peng wants to destroy the entire Buddhist kingdom.

"Three hundred people's hearts in a year, Jiazi can be a long-lived person. Put your hatred into one with me!" Whispering, Zhu Peng raised the heart that he took out of his hand, and then swallowed it a little bit. The dark red blood spread over his mouth, filling his heart with heart, the heart in his chest was leaping violently, and the golden-red pure sunlight flame formed a dark dragon soul that was tightly bound and raged in it.

Zhu Peng's comprehension of the magic arts in the Canglong realm has gradually surpassed the upper limit of his Dao Xin accumulated for hundreds of years.

On the one hand, it is because the accumulation of martial arts in the Canglong realm is extremely powerful, which is rare in the universe and the world. On the other hand, it is because Zhu Peng cultivates the demon intent with Dao heart, the thicker the Daoist foundation, the more leaps and bounds of the practice of the left Dao demon power will be, of course, unstoppable.

"In a blink of an eye, it should have been a year. I was meditating, cultivating, and comprehending in this **** road. It turned out that it has already passed." With the spread of the whole body's energy, thousands of skeletons and corpses in the whole **** road followed Zhu Peng’s whispers and faintly fluctuated. This is no longer just martial arts. Zhu Peng even used this comprehension to incorporate a part of the ancient jade introduction into magic arts, and he was against hostility, hatred, and strong negative emotions. There are many wonderful expositions in the ancient practice methods of the jade introduction.

The dark fire lingered and spread, and countless skulls flew around in space, dancing wildly around Zhu Peng, questioning the moment when the Buddha Kingdom was devoured and the spiritual mountain was destroyed. Zhu Peng closed his eyes in this, recalling a year ago When he first arrived here, the strongman outside the ice department intervened and blocked it.

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A year ago, at the Tiankeng of Xuankong Temple, a handsome young man with a handsome appearance stopped in front of Zhu Peng.

"Mr. Tang, I respect you as a rare, true patriotic businessman, so this time he has been very restrained and kept his hands on the task, trying not to interfere with you. But here, you can't go in."

"Why?" After the baptism of more than a month, Zhu Peng's temperament gradually became evil and enchanted, and his skin became paler but revealed a cold and cold texture. His whole body radiated so strong and gradually unconcealed, that Shi Weiguo couldn't help but feel it. Secretly raised his alert.

"I can probably understand your psychological thoughts, but this is the Xuankong Temple, which has something to do with many dignitaries and dignitaries in the central government. You are not doing anything good for you, for you, or for the Tang Dynasty."

"Done? Get out of the way." Whether it is the current status or the Shengtang enterprise, Zhu Peng actually does not really care about it. He really cares about only two things, one is to lock the coordinates of this world, and the other is It is to study and study the civilization system of each world, and then feed back the body subject. Regardless of the rest, the other party uses this reason to discourage oneself, only to say that he has not figured out the situation at all.

Zhu Peng got up and rushed. Of course, the young Waigang master couldn't easily let go. The two played against each other at the edge of the tiankeng. Shi Weiguo's practice was obviously the ice department's unique skills. His fists and feet were cold and cold. The slower the fight, but this guy's punching power is cold and strong.

It's just that Shi Weiguo has just broken through the outer gangway after all. His ice soul magic is pure, but the fist martial arts itself is not as exquisite and sturdy as Zhu Peng's sixty-four demon. Of course, the ice part of one of the eight parts of the dragon is exquisite enough. Wugong, but Shi Weiguo’s own energy and comprehension were a little bit worse. After twenty hands, Zhu Peng seized the opportunity to break through the shelf and reprinted a palm on his chest. A strange force that came to the black sky and immeasurable suddenly became The strength of the outer guard was torn apart, and even the inner organs were instantly twisted and severely injured.

"Ahem..." Stepped back to the edge of the tiankeng cliff. Although both of them were scrupulous about the Xuankong Temple, they were not fully fired, but Shi Weiguo knew that he was not the opponent of the other party, and he could not stop this Mr. Tang with martial arts. of.

"Think clearly. Although you are stronger than me, you are not much stronger. There are nearly ten Waigangs in the entire Hanging Buddhist Temple. There are also the Buddhist formations left behind by the strong taboos, especially the latter. Gang Living Buddha controls and controls, claiming that even the taboo can be blocked. Your murderous past is just to die." When he said this, Shi Weiguo took a sigh of relief, and then continued: "The country doesn't care about this, just The time is not yet ripe, things will always come step by step."

"My magic door does things... do it if you want to do it, kill if you want to kill! Wait? Kill as soon as possible, otherwise it will be boring to kill when the enemy is seven or eighty." Shi Weiguo, Zhu Peng stood on the cliff of Tiankeng Chu stretched his hands against the fierce wind, and then he jumped down.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried.

Today, Ba Shijun, who is injustice?

One year later, Zhu Peng, who had accumulated, reserved, continuously released spiritual power, and spread witchcraft, awakened the thousands of evil spirits in the **** road, carrying a miasma and black wind that resembled a volcanic eruption and hitting the vast and majestic Lingshan of the Hanging Buddha Kingdom. .

The great lamas of the Hanging Buddhist Temple divide the entire Buddhist kingdom into three parts. Of course, the first part occupies the top of the Hanging Buddhist Kingdom itself. Thousands of thousands of big speakers from all over the world are practicing here, and even the entire Western Regions are spreading here. Surrender under influence.

The central part is the human world, with nobles, heads, and serfs. They are responsible for order and production, and they provide for the shining Buddha kingdom in the sky with their flesh and blood.

The sentient beings of the Human World Department have never left or will leave the tiankeng for almost their entire lives. This is their entire world. They are born together, grow up together, and finally die together. The meaning of life for generations is to provide to the Buddha Kingdom and continue Pray and look forward to the blessings of the next life.

At the bottom is the path of **** ghosts created in the crater and earth fissures, where the natural poisonous miasma and evil beasts are infested. The great lamas of the hanging Buddhist temple deliberately "feeding and feeding" in it. Gradually, the bones accumulate. The **** evil spirit road gradually lives up to its name. It is not only used to deter serfs, but its real function is actually to feed back the Buddha country and turn hostility into harmony.

Power is conserved, without the hostility of the **** and evil spirits rushing into the night, and the chanting of the numerous monks in the hanging Buddhist temple can not maintain the Donkey Kong Buddha array so that even the taboo strong do not dare to offend, the partner in the hanging Buddhist temple chants Blessing a part of the formation power, transforming hostility into auspiciousness and transforming part of the formation power, only after witnessing the darkness, can you realize the magnificence and beauty of Buddhism and give tribute to the Buddha. For the Hanging Buddhist Temple, the establishment of **** and evil spirits is true. The magic is endless, no better.

However, even if the Buddha Dharma is so vast, the corpse mountains and bones in the evil spirit road of **** cannot all be transformed into a hostile spirit. Only a small part of it has been transformed into a peaceful atmosphere, and most of the rest The backlog is deep, but it doesn’t matter. As far as the power system of the world is concerned, no system is better at using this type of energy than Buddhism, so the backlog is also backlogged in the Hanging Buddhist Temple. If no one can use it, it means it doesn’t exist.

However, the one who comes out is always to be paid back.

When Zhu Peng jumped down into the tiankeng and finally found the path of the evil spirits of hell, he knew that the Hanging Buddhist Temple was ruined. There has never been a shortage of methods for harnessing this power in ancient cultivation methods. It is day, endless poison. The sea of ​​miasma and skeletons soars into the sky, about to swallow everything and destroy everything.

"Everlasting hatred, never ending, forever, forever, the sea is withered and the rocks are rotten, the vicissitudes of life, this hate is endless... ........." In the path of the evil ghosts of hell, the quaint and desolate ancient Wuzhu singing and dancing echoed. As soon as the singing came to your ears, no one would feel wrong, and there was no direct influence.

However, in the hearts and minds of the listeners in the whole Tiankeng, they can feel themselves from this song, and feel that they have received the most unfair treatment in this world, so they cry like complaints, and only use singing to express their strongest Hate.

The hatred of the dead in the way of **** evil spirits, the hatred of serfs who toiled day and night in the world of the world, hatred of the heads, hatred of the nobles, even the novices and lamas in the hanging Buddhist temple on the Lingshan mountain, they don't hate it?

Hate the sky, hate the earth, hate everything, hate to the vicissitudes of life, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, the universe is destroyed.

Such singing is also impossible to be eliminated.

Because as long as between heaven and earth, there are still unjust things. This singing will not be wiped out, forever and ever, this hatred will never end!

Witchcraft, magic power, thoughts, qi and blood all over, at this moment Zhu Peng, who was rushed out of the **** ghost road, was completely integrated into one.

The heart of the pure sun broke, and the malicious poisonous dragon broke the golden lock and drilled out of Zhu Peng’s chest. It turned into a huge black flame dragon circling and swallowing the Lingshan Mountain, thousands of miles of wind and clouds changed, and a round of madness formed in the sky directly above the hanging Buddhist temple. The swirling cloud is empty, like a huge mouth of a black flame blue dragon, to swallow this sinful and dirty world of Buddha in one bite.

It’s not that the Dharma is bad. Of course there are good Dharma in this world. But Bo Xun, the demon king, once said to the Buddha: "When the Dharma ends, my sons and grandchildren will be monks, put on your robes, and bad your Dharma, in the name of a monk. Way of the Devil!"

"Hahahahahaha... good Dharma, I have never seen it in the world anyway. If Dharma is full of such injustices, whether you are a Buddha or a devil, I will kill you!" I am driving the outbreak of poisonous miasma and the tide of skeletons. , Black Flame Canglong, Zhu Peng took a knife to kill Lingshan, laughing wildly.

At the same time, Shi Weiguo, who had been guarding outside the Tiankeng for more than a year, also heard the sound of this endless hatred.

"This song is not a magic sound...but it is the strongest hatred and accusation for all the injustices in the world! Such a demon is already similar to the right way! Amazing, It's really amazing." Shi Weiguo heard the sound of the long hatred devil, and his whole body was trembling. For a long while, he wowed out a big mouthful of blood. Zhu Peng used the accumulated power of the **** ghosts for thousands of years to display this long. If it weren’t for Shi Weiguo to be the strongest in Waigang, if it weren’t for Bingbu Waigang to always focus on spiritual cultivation, Shi Weiguo is likely to fall into madness or change his mind after today~www.readwn.com~, and at this time, the Western Regions hang in the air. The Buddhist temple is known to be indestructible to the outside world, and the Donkey Kong Buddha formation, which can be used to resist the forbidden strong, suddenly collapsed. Nearly ten Waigang strong who supported the formation instantly died or were seriously injured, because this is no longer Zhu Peng. Basically, Zhu Peng used the ancient witchcraft on the jade introduction to detonate an active volcano. The volcano was sitting under the **** of the Hanging Buddhist Temple. It exploded like this. The whole Hanging Buddhist Temple was not directly blown up. Really It can only be said that the foundation is profound and the accumulation is unlimited.

"Hahahahahaha...Happy, happy. You treat the world as a horse and cow, how do you feel like being overturned by the world today? Is it as happy as I am?" Crashing against the only remaining two Waigangs in the Hanging Buddhist Temple, these two Waigang Living Buddhas did not preside over the battle and were sent to resist Zhu Peng. Although they were spared from the death, they looked at the black dragon, the poisonous miasma, and the sky. The rotten skulls coiled around and destroyed the hanging Buddhist temple, and their hearts were bursting and dripping blood.

Regardless of whether these lamas’ Buddhas are biased or not, they really devoted their entire lives to the practice of worshipping the Buddha. Once they are completely destroyed today, the shock and shock to their souls is completely conceivable.

The three Waigangs fought endlessly in the chaos, replacing their wounds with injuries. Zhu Peng’s whole body was soaked with blood and scars. However, the two Waigang living Buddhas on the opposite side were either cut off by his arms or between his chest Stabbed a knife, the overall calculation is, but it is only profitable.

"Maybe today is the day of the destruction of the Xuankong Temple, but the devil, you are also destined to die here." The severely injured lama said, the next moment he looked at another lama and rushed back in. Zhu Peng couldn't chase after the collapse of the collapsed Buddha's home, because the next moment he was entangled by another lama with lesser injuries. 2k novel reading network