My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

The thick cloud seemed to be torn apart by the forces of the world, domineering.

The shy moon disk hiding behind the cloud, working hard to shed the cold moonlight, illuminating this sobbing land.

Twenty-eight evil repair corpses, all knelt on the ground, lost the breath of life, even the evil spirits on their bodies, only a little bit.

Luo Hong's white robe floated, standing still on the spot, still not taking off the evil repair mask.

He closed his eyes, twenty-eight evil cultivators, most of the fifth-rank evil cultivators, provided him with a large amount of evil evil spirits, which made him accumulate another third of the seventy-two evil bead rings in his dantian. , And now it is only one-third short to complete the accumulation.

The capacity of the pubic area has been expanded again. Every time it absorbs the evil spirits of evil cultivation, the capacity of the pubic area will be expanded. However, these expansions are not a big problem for Luo Hong, who originally had an astonishing dantian capacity.

After absorbing the evil spirit, the positive yang energy on his body became more and more intense. From a distance, it was like a bright moon in the world, and it seemed to be compared with the moon disk in the sky.

The entire mass grave is extremely quiet.

Only the ashes burned by Mingzhi, under the breeze, rolled over the ground with a small sound.

Crunch...

It was the sound of stepping on rubble.

The Kuyue monk in a white monk robe walked slowly, his palms folded, his expression serious.

There was a strong evil spirit in the air before, and even more terrible murderous intent was surging. However, after how long, the murderous intent disappeared, and the evil evil also evaporated.

When Monk Kuyue walked on foot, he saw 28 corpses kneeling all over the ground.

They all knelt down sincerely and lost their vitality.

Before they were alive, every one of them was an evil cultivator, killing people without blinking, butchering the world, and was a famous villain on the wanted list of Dali Temple.

"They are all dead, is Luo Shizu killing him again?"

Monk Kuyue put his palms together.

Slowly.

Yuehua Qinghui, sprinkled on Luo Hong's body, Luo Hong's head was covered with silver threads, and he glanced at the monk sideways, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"If they want to kill me, I will kill them, heavenly."

Luo Hongdao.

"You can save their lives, maybe they can reform, put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha on the spot."

Monk Kuyue still frowned, said.

Luo Hong grinned: "The wicked has done so many evil things and put down the butcher knife to become a Buddha. If a good person has done so many good things, it is enough to not become a Buddha, and he will be chased, killed and persecuted by the wicked..."

"Monk, why do you say? Is the Buddha partial?"

Luo Hong's words stunned Monk Kuyue.

His lips moaned for a while, but he didn't know how to refute it.

"By the way, monk... this son has another question."

Luo Hong twisted his neck, raised his hand, and held Gu Jian Di Jiao.

In the next instant, the wind blows all over the ground and the sand rolls.

Both the white gown and the white monk robe are flying.

Luo Hong, who was wearing a half-evil monarch mask, didn't know when his cheeks had been attached to Monk Kuyue's cheeks. His silver hair was floating, and there was a sudden murderous intent, all on the ground.

Monk Kuyue folded his hands together, and his eyes shrank slightly.

"You just had a murderous intention, did you want to kill me?"

Luo Hong smiled.

Hum!

Gu Jian Di Jiao passed by instantly, making a light trembling sound.

"Amitabha."

Monk Kuyue was covered with hairs on his body, and the feeling of being enveloped in a sea of ​​blood made him extremely ugly. He didn't expect that Luo Hong only perceives a little bit of murder, and it is Thunder that wants to kill him.

Puff!

The ground sword swept across, and the sword energy shot out several meters, ploughing the ground into a gully.

Monk Kuyue gritted his teeth, backed up a few steps, his white monk's robe was stained with blood, and a broken arm soared into the sky and landed on the ground.

With one arm left, he still stands in front of him with his palms upright.

"Cut your arm, next time, it will be your head."

"If you have murderous intentions against me, then don't hide, just break out. If you kill me, it will be my life."

Luo Hong glanced at Monk Kuyue's face and said.

"Besides, you are not worthy of killing me as a half-hearted cultivator. I have a Buddha in my heart. Where is your Buddha?"

Upon hearing this, Monk Kuyue knelt on the ground with a tremor all over his body.

He stared at Yuehua in a daze.

I was beheaded, and I was punished again...

Monk Kuyue felt confused. He couldn't answer Luo Hong's question. He couldn't avoid Luo Hong's sword. He couldn't refute Luo Hong's heart...

What kind of Buddha does he cultivate?

In the carriage.

Zhao Donghan woke up leisurely, he seemed to have experienced a spring and autumn dream, in which countless evil cultivators were beating him, and even ghosts were pinching his neck.

Opening his eyes suddenly, the scar on Zhao Donghan's face wriggled.

"My son!"

With a cry of grief, he rushed out of the carriage, and the scared horse neighed for a while.

However, Zhao Donghan, who had just got out of the carriage, saw a scene engraved on his head that is unforgettable in this life.

The afterglow of the moon blooms, like a clean garment.

The young man in white clothes is flying with his hands on his back, his silver hair is spread out, and the moon is reflected on his body, and the positive sun and the bright moon in the sky mirror each other.

Around, there were twenty-eight evil repair corpses, kneeling down sincerely, bowing their eyebrows and bowing, as if kneeling again an immortal who walked out of the heavenly gate, and as if they were a bodhisattva who knelt and crossed them out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Monk Kuyue broke her arm, but looked at the son in a daze.

Buddhism disciples are also subdued by the son's temperament, so are the Buddhist disciples also passed by the son?

Zhao Donghan ignored the pain in the back of his neck, clenched his fists, watched this scene, and took a deep breath.

Those twenty-eight evil cultivators were all evil cultivators, which can be seen from their hideous appearance, but in this way, all the twenty-eight evil cultivators died here.

My son is unparalleled!

Zhao Donghan roared in his heart.

Excitedly climbed out of the carriage.

And Luo Hong glanced at Zhao Donghan. Because of fainting, the evil cultivators did not anger Zhao Donghan. At this moment, Zhao Donghan was quite energetic.

Luo Hong sighed. Whose guard is doing this.

As a prince, he actually has to consider the safety of the guard, it is really too difficult for him.

Take off the evil monarch's mask and turn his silver hair back into blue silk.

In Zhao Donghan's concerned eyes, Luo Hong got into the carriage.

"Old Zhao, the memorial is over, and I will return to the city."

A faint voice came from the carriage, which was a bit tired.

Listening to the distressing exhaustion in the son's voice, Zhao Donghan couldn't help but take a deep breath, glanced at the corpse all over the floor, then glanced at the bewildered monk Kuyue with his severed arm, and swallowed his saliva.

There was already a shocking battle in his mind.

The 28 evil cultivators all kneel down sincerely, being crossed by the son.

The hooves burst.

It looked like three black lightnings, walking through the night, and soon appeared in Jishan Village, and then continued to move forward, rushing to the mass grave.

The vitality left by many fifth-rank evil repairs was extremely suppressed, making Luo's cover color gradually ugly.

There was a serious flash on Fang Zheng's meticulous face.

After that, I felt that there was a life-death crisis, such a horrible evil spirit repair mechanism, Lord Luo Hong...what happened to him? !

And Zi Wei's delicate body was trembling.

Suddenly.

They broadened their horizons and saw twenty-eight kneeling corpses, as well as the Ku Yue monk who had a broken arm and sprinkled in Yue Huayang.

Their hearts were shocked.

The chariot ran over the gravel on the ground, and there was a crash.

A carriage travels leisurely.

Zhao Donghan was sitting in the coachman's position, driving the carriage slowly, and happened to see Luo Feng, Zi Wei and Fang Zheng.

Luo Feng looked at Zhao Donghan, his eyes jumped, and he looked at the carriage carriage that was hidden by the curtain.

what happened?

Luo Hong was safe and sound, but there were 28 evil repair corpses left here...

What kind of fighting is happening here?

They came late and knew nothing.

When Zhao Donghan saw Luo Feng, he seemed to ask something. Thinking of the tired voice of the son, Zhao Donghan couldn't help but raised his hand, put an index finger against his lips, and gestured towards Luo Feng.

"The son is tired, so I'm going to make trouble."

Zhao Donghan lowered his throat and said.

Luo Feng was startled, nodded solemnly, and lowered his voice.

"Zhuangshi Zhao will come to the county office."

When Zhao Donghan heard this, he was a little bit coy about it. Of course he knew what he was going to do in the county office. He had experience in the case records.

But mainly...this battle, he was sleeping.

However, judging from the results of the battle, Zhao Donghan felt that it should not be much different from what he imagined.

The son is a disciple of the master, he is full of righteous yang, and the evil spirits are inviolable. He is the real evil cultivator. Between the swords, he arouses the mighty river and overcomes these evil cultivators!

Zhao Donghan has a spectrum in his heart.

Facing Luo Feng, he nodded solemnly.

After that, he slammed his horse whip and drove away.

In the carriage, Luo Hong was sinking at this moment, refining the evil spirit he had absorbed, and did not think much about the dialogue between Zhao Donghan and Luo Feng outside the carriage.

...

After Luo Hong left.

Luo Feng walked towards the monk Kuyue, but Kuyue just stood up indifferently, facing Luo Feng's question, without the slightest idea of ​​answering, grabbed her severed arm, and Yu Yue Huayang let it go.

Luo Feng pouted, and as expected, Zhuang Shi Zhao was more approachable.

Luo Feng, the monk of Wangchuan Temple who spoke to the Buddha, and Luo Feng, an official of the court, was very disdainful of this.

Ignoring the Ku Yue monk who left, Luo Feng took Zi Wei and Fang Zheng together to confirm these evil repair corpses.

While confirming, he sucked in air-conditioning.

These evil cultivators, all five grades, are the masters who have committed major crimes, and they are all evil cultivators who have not been registered!

It's time to solve a big case!

Luo Feng was delighted, as if following in the footsteps of Young Master Luo Hong, he broke a big evil repair case!

As expected of the evil Xiu Nemesis Master Luo!

After a while, the arrests of the Anping County government rushed to the village.

It was precisely under Luofeng's arrangement to transport these evil repair corpses back to Anping County.

...

In the dense forest.

Huang Chao was sweating coldly. Twenty-eight evil cultivators, of which 18 were fifth-grade evil cultivators, all died and were killed by Luo Hong.

He was hiding in the dense forest, seeing it really, and seeing the crushing battle, he felt cold all over his body.

"Master Luo Hong is an evil cultivator, but the righteous yang energy on his body is extremely strong, and it has a great suppressive effect on evil cultivators... It is really too contradictory."

"However, it is certain that such an existence will inevitably soar into the sky in the future. The son of Luo Hou, the grandson of Zhenbei King, is at least one of the heroes. Since I have followed him, I will follow him. My greatest value today is. It is placed in the evil door of heaven and earth, so ~www.ltnovel.com~ I cannot be exposed, and even have to keep climbing up, the higher the climb, the higher the value!"

Huang Chao's eyes flickered, he made up his mind, then spread his wings and turned into a night bat, disappearing in the dense forest.

...

At midnight, the carriage drove back to Anping County.

Back to Luofu.

Yuan Xiazi in the pavilion heard the sound and couldn't help but smile, holding the bamboo stick and tapping the ground, and returned to the room.

Luo Hong got out of the carriage, and originally wanted to go to Luo Xiaoxiao's courtyard to tell Xiaoxiao a story, but the evil spirit sucked too much and was a little braced, so he had to go back to the room to digest.

Zhao Donghan set up the carriage, fed some grass to the horse, and left Luo Mansion under the faint moonlight.

Hurry to the direction of the county government.

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