My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

The air was full of blood, and Wanyan Lihuo's head rolled on the ground, and blood puddles.

The blast of blood filled the air.

Dyed a monk.

The white monk's robe, which is dust-free like a white lotus, was stained with blood at this moment.

There was a drop of blood on the monk's face and head.

The smile on his face froze.

Puzzled, puzzled.

With his palms together, he slowly raised his head and looked at Luo Hong.

"The donor is not satisfied with the little monk's answer?"

The white-robed monk stared directly at Luo Hong. The blood on the white robe made him look like a blood Buddha returning from hell.

Luo Hong, wearing the mask of the evil monarch, smiled, his silver hair flying.

"Very dissatisfied, you don't understand me."

"He who hasn't died yet understands me."

Luo Hong pointed to Wanyan Liehu with his head separated.

"You think you know everything, see through Hong Chen, and break through falsehood... In my opinion, you know what a fart."

"If you want me to put down the butcher knife, then who will put down the butcher knife for me?"

Suddenly lifting the Ancient Sword Ground Flood, the sword chants continuously, and the blood on it is like a dragon winding.

This ancient sword that has been silent for a long time seems to be resurrecting today.

"Buddha cuts meat and feeds eagles, so as to realize the principles of Buddhism."

"The donor clearly has a Buddha in his heart, why not?"

"Since I don't want to, why can the donor realize the Buddha in his heart?"

The monk looked at Luo Hong and continued.

"If people are divided into good and bad, does the Buddha not distinguish between good and bad?"

Luo Hong leaned on the ancient sword, raised his chin, and looked at the blood-stained monk with a smile.

"If you have a Buddha in your heart, even if you are facing hell, you can still enlighten the Buddha.

Luo Hong's words stunned the monk again.

He didn't seem to dare to look at Luo Hong, his heart was a little shaken.

He looked at the full-faced Lie Huo corpse on the ground, as if he didn't understand that Luo Hong, who didn't blink, could actually speak such Zen words.

Luo Hong said nonsense and ignored the monk.

His gaze shifted horizontally, and his oppressive gaze fell on those figures outside Taolin.

Wu Meiniang with a sword box on her back, Xiao Erqi with two knives, and a little Taoist with a big smile.

The pressure on him by these three people is inexplicable.

Will they make a move?

Luo Hong under the mask, smiling like a flower, dragged the ancient sword to the dragon, and continued walking.

If someone stops, kill it.

If you want me to be merciful, who will give me mercy?

If I don't want to, I will kill a hundred flowers and dare not bloom.

...

Daping halfway up the mountain.

Sitting cross-legged, Wan Yan Chegu opened his eyes suddenly. He wanted to calm his heart, but he found that he couldn't calm down.

Suddenly, he was shocked.

Staring at the palace in front of the mountain.

Even here, he could feel the strong air machine erupting in front of the palace gate at the top of the mountain, and he felt the boiling blood of the fifth-grade peak of Wanyan Liehu.

It is like a fire in the dark night, extremely blazing.

Start fighting!

Not only Wan Yan Liehuo, but Yuan Xiazi also tilted his head and frowned, listening to the battle on the top of the mountain.

On the Daping, the rich blood was permeated, and the seven corpses arranged neatly beside Wanyan Chegu were really miserable.

The students who came to Jixia Academy this time from the Golden Account Palace were almost wiped out in the enrollment assessment.

Only one seedling of Wanyan Liehuo was left, and if Wanyan Liehuo also died, then the Golden Tent King Court was really **** this time.

Although they did not send the most enchanting genius into the enemy country, but... these geniuses are also the future pillars of the royal court.

On the Daping, many other genius protectors stared at the battle on the top of the mountain with great interest.

Although they can't see clearly, they can sense the intensity of their breath.

Suddenly, Yuan Xiazi suddenly grasped the bamboo pole in his hand.

"Nine swords transforming a dragon?"

Yuan Xiazi tilted his head, took a deep breath, said.

Wanyan Liehuo's face was already as serious as a stone sculpture.

Under the peach blossom tree, Li Xiuyuan stopped reading, rolled up the book, twisted a piece of peach blossom, and looked towards the top of the mountain.

One after another, the aura is very clear in the strong perception of Daping, mid-mountain.

Finally, the aura on the top of the mountain was depressed, and it seemed that the winner was divided.

The complexions of many Taoist guardians are a little weird, because in their perception, Wanyan Lihuo's fifth-grade qi and blood aura like the scorching sun in the sky is silent and dry...

They all looked towards Wanyan Chegu, with joking and sympathy in their eyes.

The geniuses of the King's Court of the Golden Account... It's really miserable.

Wanyan Liehuo's breath dried up, and there was only one situation, and that was defeat.

Many Taoist protectors did not expect that even if Luo Hong broke through in the climbing process, he would at most be the seventh-rank sword repair, the seventh-rank battle and the fifth-rank, or the famous fifth-rank on the yellow list, and the result was a fifth-rank defeat.

When Yan Liehuo's breath fell silent.

Wanyan Chegu's body began to tremble slightly.

The next moment, the ancient bow on his back fell into his hands, and in an instant, murderous intent appeared on Daping.

Wanyan Che Gu Yi bow actually aimed at the top of the mountain.

This change caused a slight change in the expressions of many Taoists.

Can't help it finally? !

call out!

One arrow shot, to everyone's surprise, this arrow... was actually shot at Li Xiuyuan.

The world was bleak at this moment, as if there was only this horrible arrow left.

And at the moment the arrow was shot, Wanyan Chegu's figure burst out, like a ferocious wolf running on the grassland chasing its prey, and a few tens of thousands rushed into the mountain.

Li Xiuyuan didn't expect to face the arrow of Wanyan Chegu.

However, with a raised eyebrow, he whispered: "A gentleman does not stand a dangerous wall."

The next moment, he didn't see any movement in his figure.

The arrow gradually became limp in front of him, and finally fell weakly to the ground.

Below, many Taoist protectors took a breath of cold air. This understatement was a means of dissolving the killer move of a golden account king's heavenly ranking master. It is indeed a half-step scholar.

Li Xiuyuan held his hands, his green shirt flying, and peach blossoms flying above his head.

He looked at Wanyan Chegu, who was like a wolf rushing to the top of the mountain, smiled and shook his head.

"Since I'm looking for death, I won't stop."

Li Xiuyuan whispered softly.

On the other hand, Zhao Donghan sweats on his forehead in a hurry.

"Teacher Yuan, do it! Hurry up! That **** definitely wants to move my son!"

The scars on Zhao Donghan's anxious face were shaking.

Yuan Xiazi did not neglect.

The silver spear swept away, and the man and the spear seemed to be one, turning into a thunder light, rushing out violently, toward the top of the mountain.

The good show begins!

The many Taoist protectors on Daping were ready to move, and wanted to climb to the top of the mountain to watch the battle, but... thinking of the rules of the Jixia Academy, they still honestly stayed halfway up the mountain.

Li Xiuyuan glanced at Yuan Xiazi, who was also catching up. He was not worried at all, and walked up the ladder leisurely.

...

On the top of the mountain.

Luo Hong and the monk passed by with their backs facing each other.

The wind was light, blowing up the monk's blood-stained robe.

He wiped a hand of blood from his face, folded his palms together, his eyes did not know when some bloodshot eyes.

"Donor, you are in a demon! It is enough to have your father slaughter in the world, don't have to slaughter another villain."

The monk said.

"The poor monk is willing to ferry you."

When the words fell, the monk's blood-stained white robe flew up, chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and there was a faint Buddha light surging.

Luo Hong, with his back to the monk, rubbed the silver hair hanging from his forehead and curled his mouth.

"What to do with you?"

The words fall.

The monk and Luo Hong turned around at the same time, their eyes met.

The monk has a solemn face, and as a five-rank Buddhist Little King Kong, he already possesses extraordinary powers.

As soon as the power of thought moves, the whole precious aspect is solemn, and the dharma aspect emerges.

Want to shock Luo Hong's mind.

however……

Luo Hong wore a half-mask, leaned his sword, raised his chin, and made a look with his nostrils at ~www.ltnovel.com~.

The Thousand Hands Evil Buddhism phase appeared after the mask was increased.

A hundred hands are born on the back of the Buddha.

As if two Buddhas were discussing Zen, Sanskrit sounds surged, and the heavens and the earth were full of Buddha's light.

The next moment.

The condensed image of the monk was crushed to pieces, the white-robed monk's face was pale, the spirit was damaged, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered back, and sat down on the ground with a desperate ass.

But compared to mental damage, his spiritual shock is more serious.

Some doubts about life.

He is devoted to the Buddha, why is the Buddha in his heart no more than a murderous villain? !

Is his Buddha wrong?

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