My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

The white knife goes in, the red knife goes out.

Maybe the novice monk himself never thought that he would be killed by a knife.

Until his death, he didn't quite understand why Luo Hong could escape the pressure of his elaborate refinement, comparable to the aura of a sixth-rank martial artist's bronze corpse, and appeared in front of him like a teleport, giving him a heartbreak .

However, what puzzles him most is...

Dawei Tianlong, the world-zun Jizo... what kind of Buddha is it? !

The novice monks were waiting for Luo Hong to spit out a Dharma.

How come out such a thing in the end!

He... died miserably!

So unwilling.

However, the heart is penetrated, even if he is a practitioner, he will definitely die.

The torrential rain washed down, extremely cold.

The novice monk felt the hot life passing from his body.

He stared at Luo Hong, who was wearing a half-smiling mask, and firmly grasped Luo Hong's knife-holding hand with his palm.

"That...is it a Buddha?"

The novice monk asked hoarsely.

In his whole life, he did not believe in Buddha.

However, just now, in his spiritual will, he saw a Buddha with ten hands on his back, that Buddha, Buddha's glory.

This was the first time he saw Buddha clearly.

It turned out that Luo Hong didn't talk nonsense, he really knew Buddha.

Luo Hong slowly drew the long knife from the novice monk's body, raised his chin, and the rain converged into a drip at the tip of his chin.

"Want to know?"

"Since I want to know, then I won't tell you."

Luo Hong smiled.

The novice monk shook his body. In the same way, Luo Hong returned it to him.

He molested Luo Hong like this before, and Luo Hong also returned it.

This may be the reincarnation of heaven.

The novice monk laughed, his eyes filled with nostalgia, and what he remembered in his mind was the appearance of the Buddha he had just watched.

Is that... the true Buddha?

He couldn't help remembering the scene of being taken into the temple by the old abbot when he was a child, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue.

However, I don't know when he was lost in the pursuit of power. He turned into an evil evildoer, destroyed the temple, and killed the abbot and the same door in the temple.

He fell into the evil way and there was no turning back.

The flowers bloomed that year, and three thousand troubles fell before the Buddha. Perhaps... it was the last ray of sunshine in his heart.

The eyes of the novice monk gradually darkened.

He looked at Luo Hong, his trembling palms gradually joined together.

After that, he knelt down slowly.

It was not Luo Hong who was kneeling.

But the Buddha in my heart.

The torrential rain fell on him, splashing misty water, and it seemed to put a light veil on him.

Luo Hong held the knife and glanced at the novice calmly.

"It's a pity... that's an evil Buddha."

Luo Hongdao.

However, the novice monk had long been unable to hear, and with the longing in his heart, he fell into hell.

Luo Hong raised his hand and pressed it against the novice monk's head. The evil spirit inside the novice monk rushed into the dantian evil spirits.

The torrential rain continued to form a big net that fell from the sky.

The roar between the sky and the earth became more and more intense, and there were thunderclouds on the sky, making an ear-piercing roar.

Zhao Donghan lay on the ground, looking at the white-robed boy standing on the roof through the two-foot water splash splashed by the big raindrops.

The eyes became more and more confused and admired.

He was too tired to see the process of Luo Hong's battle. He only saw the powerful half-sixth-rank evil repair novice, kneeling sincerely to the righteous son, as if kneeling a big Buddha in the world.

The son raised his hand to the novice monk's forehead, like a fairy touching his head.

Sure enough, even the half-sixth-rank evil cultivator was transformed by the son.

At that moment, in Zhao Donghan's eyes, the son was radiant and stalwart like a real Buddha.

Luo Hong didn't take off the mask and wore the mask of the evil monarch, which kept him awake like never before, and then Luo Hong still needed this awake energy.

Standing on the roof, he turned his head to look across Anping County through the low wall of Gopher Street and the bead curtain rain curtain covering the sky and the sky outside the high wall of Anping County.

There, he felt the air of palpitations even when he was wearing the mask of the evil monarch.

Take a breath.

Luo Hong glanced at the corpse of the novice monk obliquely, spreading out his palm, and splashing water splashed out of the palm of the rain.

The next moment, Luo Hong clenched his palm abruptly.

"stand up!"

The low voice is like the low groan of a monarch who is sleeping in the abyss and controlling the undead.

The shadow of the novice monk's body trembled.

Afterwards, a group of jet black suddenly skyrocketed and appeared behind the novice monk.

The novice evil shadow kept his palms together, his eyes opened, and there was a strange scarlet.

The next moment, the evil shadow of the novice monk jumped down from the roof and landed beside the bronze corpse.

"Big...Wei Tianlong... World Honor... Jizo..."

A hoarse voice came from the mouth of the novice Xie Ying.

After chanting the Buddha's name, the novice patted it with a palm and pressed it on the shadow of the bronze corpse...

But I saw the bronze corpse let out a stern cry, and the evil spirit entangled in his body rushed into the shadow crazily. Finally, it turned into a burly bronze corpse nearly three meters high, and the eyes of the dark bronze corpse radiated. It was bronze, and the body of the bronze corpse quickly shrivelled and lost its strength.

Shadow Mang transformed the coffin and violently sealed the evil shadow of the copper corpse. The novice evil shadow carried the shadow of the coffin on his back, and stomped down.

The spray on the entire long street is like a huge circular wave, venting towards the surroundings.

The evil shadow of the novice monk fell behind Luo Hong, silent.

Xie One and Xie Two also fell behind Luo Hong one after another. After Di Shan Xie Ying finished killing the seventh-rank Xie Xiu, he also fell behind Luo Hong and roared.

Zhao Donghan was hit by the water waves stepped on by the foot of the novice evil shadow, and he fell asleep.

Bang bang bang bang!

On the long street, the evil shadows entangled with the walking corpses exploded and disappeared.

The walking corpse lost control, and fell to the ground dumbly.

Luo Hong tried to summon the remaining seven evil shadows who had died, wearing a mask, which seemed to have an extra lucky bonus. All the seven evil shadows were successfully summoned.

Luo Hong was standing on the roof with a knife, his white clothes hunting and flying in the rain.

Behind him, twelve evil shadows of various shapes stood.

One person is the army.

...

It was like a thunder-thundering spear light and sword intent colliding with each other, like a shocking collision between the stars above the nine heavens and the ground.

The rain curtain fell from the sky above, and it actually tilted like a twist in space.

In the air, the two figures walked through the air without a fierce confrontation. One held a gun and the other held a sword. The auras clashed with each other, making the two of them seem to be a cage of heaven and earth. No one dared to go beyond half a step.

Steward Chen's green shirt fluttered, holding the ancient sword Dijiao, this sword seemed to be alive, and issued a call sign similar to the dragon's chant, and the sword aura continued to wrap around him like a snake.

The gun king Yuan Chenggang, although he looks thin and weak, with blind eyes, but the gun in his hand is extremely firm. He tilts his head, his eyes are invisible, but his ears can still hear.

With a gun in his heart, the world is clear.

"Chen Tianxuan, the old man, I only want a fair fight this time. If you fall to the second rank, then the old man will win the second rank and compete with you for the first place on the list."

When the words fall, people have disappeared, leaving only the echoes of heaven and earth.

A silver spear pierced the sky like thunder, and swept across the air in an instant.

If there is a silver dragon roaring the world.

Steward Chen's blue shirt and hair were flying, and he couldn't help but smile when he looked at the spear king Yuan Chenggang who had put his realm on the second-grade similar to his realm.

This guy is as proud as ever.

Swinging the sword slowly, a sword in the air, as if lifting a heavy weight, it actually collided with the silver spear approaching like an electric snake, the crisp sound blasted between the sky and the earth, and the invisible air wave spread out like the tide of the sea.

The old man volleyed back into suspension, holding a gun in one hand, facing sideways, and thousands of rain fell from the sky.

"This world is too noisy."

When the words fell, he pointed his spear at the sky, and in an instant, the rain curtain was still, and countless raindrops seemed to be stagnant in the air.

He was shot back to the sky by the old man.

In the next instant, he turned into eight thunder snakes, and wailed in the void.

But Steward Chen stood still, waving his sword lightly, just like playing a Tai Chi sword.

If the Gun King is burst, then Butler Chen is smooth.

The densely packed Zhangba Thunder snakes were overwhelming, but they couldn't get close to Steward Chen's body.

This is a battle, everyone is staring, sucking air-conditioning.

This is a battle between second and second products.

The first-timer first went up and tried it, fearing that it would be beaten in an instant, half dead.

Zi Zi Zi...

The old man retired from Zhangba Razer.

The worn-out clothes on my body are constantly bulging, bulging...

Chen Tianxuan, who was staring at a green shirt, tilted his head and grinned with yellow teeth.

Holding a silver gun, pointing at heaven and earth.

The rain curtain that he shot back for nine days was actually muddled under this shot.

Countless raindrops and raindrops, gathered into a huge rain gun.

"Chen Tianxuan, take my "Heaven and Earth" from the old man!"

boom!

One shot stirred the elephant of the world, a huge rain gun strung with raindrops.

Suddenly, with the whistling that shook the world, he smashed toward the blue shirt that volleyed in the void.

It is like a nine-day mansion smashing at an ant looking up to the sky.

Butler Chen smiled.

"I only have one sword, my name is Bai Jiao."

Release your hand, the ancient sword land flood is floating in front of you, instant, sword split, life two, two transform three, three change four...

With four swords coming out, the sword vigorously turns into the white Jiao.

Suddenly, a white dragon with sword qi, lifelike, went up against the current, and hit the huge rain gun ~www.ltnovel.com~ just like, shaking the sky and helping Kunlun!

Everyone stared at this shocking collision.

On the Long Street in Anping County.

Wearing a mask of the evil monarch, Luo Hong in a white shirt is running along the long street.

Running, I didn't know when but slowed down, paced on the water, looking up at the collision.

Qi and blood surge, is this a high-quality practitioner?

This situation and situation made Luo Hong feel poetic in his heart.

At last……

But only spit out four vulgar words.

"Fuck, awesome."

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