Repugnant Gateway

The monk Xuan Ting put the dark cassock on himself, and rushed towards the black light in the hell. The countless spooky sprites in **** had already surrounded them, but when they saw the dark cassock, they were all trembling with fear, and even dare not to escape, all prostrate and kneel on the ground.

Monk Xuan Ting did not take a glance at these things, raising his speed to the extreme. He knows what the human world is fighting about, and he knows the strength of Arto Anggo. Even his esteemed and respected masters are unwilling to face Yatto Angkor directly, after all, it is a real undead. If there were no relics given to him by the Buddha, if there were no dark cassocks, and if it was not so planned and so meticulous, he would not be willing to let them fight for them.

He didn't dare to delay for a second, lest he should argue for something unexpected.

In front of it is an abandoned, spooky hall, with windows and doors already dilapidated. There are bones everywhere on the ground, and I don't know what happened here. Those bones have been weathered, the monk Xuan Ting just passed by the wind next to the bones, and then the bones turned into powder.

There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, stepping on it as if stepping on a carpet. The hall was empty and surrounded by many collapsed stone statues. Monk Xuan Ting noticed that the north of the hall was a black jade throne with some scriptures carved on it. The corner of the throne has collapsed, as if it was blown away by someone for cultivation. On the ground beside the Moyu throne, there were vaguely blood stains.

The black light appeared behind the hall, and the monk Xuan Ting jumped directly out of the gap in the broken wall. His snow-like white monk's clothes and black cassocks had an unspeakable charm.

Behind the main hall is a piece of dead wood, apparently dead for many years. These dry trees seem to have some terrible things stiff in their claws, and they may become a monster at any time and any place.

He hurried forward and saw a large suffocating tree through half of the woods. All the trees around have been dead for not long, but this tree is still lush. It's just that the colors of the leaves, branches and trunks are dark green to almost black. The most terrifying thing is that there are many corpses hanging on the branches of this big tree, like a hanged person, swinging gently with the wind.

There is a big hole in the middle of the big tree. There is a black man sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed. It was from this person that the black light went straight to the sky. Obviously this guy is the **** avatar of Arto Ango.

At the moment when Xuan Ting monk was ready to shoot, Yakuto Angkor suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at Xuan Ting: "I had expected that you would come, you are already sick, so sick I thought Other people ’s past is your own, others ’owes are yours ... you think this is your destiny, but in fact it is just the heart knot produced after you heard that story in your childhood. From beginning to end, that person, That matter has nothing to do with you. "

"It matters, it's him."

Agto Angkor pointed his finger, a corpse hanging from the big tree. The corpse slowly turned around, turning from facing back to Xuan Ting to facing Xuan Ting. When Xuan Ting saw that person's face, the whole person was stiff there, as if suddenly all life was taken away.

"Feeling incredible?"

Elton Ang brother laughed, and smiled so proudly: "You think the entire Buddhism is dirty, but this person is clean and right, so from a young age, you feel that you are this person. But you can't think of this. People also have the dirty side you think. He is not a good person or a monk in hell, he is an out-and-out demon. When he is in hell, he was killed by the king of Tibet One of the biggest helpers of the undead. Two of the eighteen emperors were killed by his own hands. "

"impossible!"

Xuan Ting said aloud: "Don't think you get a dead body hanging here, I will believe you, and I am not interested in listening to your story."

He sprinted forward with one hand, and a huge white lotus appeared, and then the petals broke apart, twirling and slashing towards Elto Angkor. Agto Angkor folded his hands together and leaned over slightly: "Please protect me with the law and kill the lunatics who enter the **** without permission."

With a pop, all the corpses hanging on the big tree opened their eyes at the same time. Especially the corpse monk, the two black lights in his eyes shot straight to Xuan Ting. Xuan Ting's left hand drew a circle in front of him, and a golden ten thousand character appeared, forming a shield of Buddha's light. Two black lights shot at the shield of Buddha's light, and Xuan Ting's body stepped back involuntarily.

"Without complete preparation, how dare I say that I am immortal?"

Elto Ang Brother pointed to Xuan Ting: "Qing Cang, kill him."

The shrivelled monk fell from the tree and rushed towards Xuan Ting quickly and sternly.

【Treasure Sky Vault】

As the mummy monk spit out four words, Monk Xuan Ting felt his body suddenly lost all his abilities. He couldn't move, nor could he speak. He could only watch the corpse monk rushing in front of him, and the ghost clawed straight towards his heart.

Countless black ten thousand characters fell from the sky, like countless corrupt petals. Those runes fixed Xuan Ting monk there, and it was still corroding his cultivation power and flesh.

With a pop, the palm of the corpse monk poked into the heart of the monk Xuan Ting, and almost a third of the five fingers were inserted into it. But at this moment, an incredible scene happened. The blood began to quickly merge into the body of the dry body along the fingers of the dry body, and the dry body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. But at this time, the flesh of Monk Xuan Ting shrivelled at an extremely fast rate.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ..."

Elton Angkor sat and laughed with great joy: "You all think I have found my flaws, but who is the one who knows my flaws best in this world? Of course it can only be me. Since I know what my flaws are, How could it not be possible to make any arrangements? At the time, the Buddha split into hell, and the incarnation of the king of Tibet, the whole hell, was wiped out. The once-ruleless 18-place man of the house was also vulnerable in front of him, but he himself was infected by evil spirits ... The monk Qing Cang is his favorite disciple. He knows this disciple. The monk Qing Cang has too deep grievances in his heart, but he was called into **** by the king of the Tibetan Ming Dynasty. The story of the Buddha Sect about his death is just a story. Only. "

"he comes……"

Monk Xuan Ting gritted his teeth, and he was unyielding in his eyes: "Not to kill in the hell. He came because he was guilty of cheating the monkey, but the wall in the face of the Buddha was increasingly painful. Finally he did After a decision was made, Wannian Jindan, who stole the monkey from Daleichi Temple, gave it to Jialou Fire Dance. He hoped that Jialou Fire Dance would find the monkey to return Jin Dan. But he did not expect that Jialou Fire Dance was tricked by you. Now ... you can only have Jin Dan with a monkey to live in **** and never die. Do you think Jin Dan without a monkey is a fart? "

Artuo Angkor laughed: "What if you are talking about the facts? Jialou Huowu is a fool, and so are you, the dead monkey, as well as the monk Qing Cang. You guys always do it yourself against them. I am willing to do something, and I regret to find a way to remedy after doing it. People like you are better to cheat. This monk Qing Cang knows that I deceived Jin Dan of the Fire Dance of Jialou, and left Daleichi Temple to go to **** to find I came back, but I was trapped in **** forever. I ca n’t be superborn ... Xuan Ting, you are the same. You hypocrites are the same, only me, I know what I want and never cover up. One day sooner or later, I will break Daleichi Temple, let Buddha kneel under my feet to beg for mercy. "

Monk Xuan Ting endured great pain, bleeding from teeth biting: "You won't succeed, I will kill you."

Agto Angkor stretched out his arms fiercely: "I'm the only one in heaven, why do you kill me?"

Monk Qing Cang had already sucked most of Xuan Ting's blood at this time. It seemed that he had recovered almost, but it was like a corpse. Monk Qing Cang raised Xuan Ting up and threw it towards Arto Angkor: "Go to death."

Artuo Ang Ge reached out and grabbed the neck of the monk Xuan Ting, and his eyes were contemptuous: "You feel that you have been inspired by the monk Qing Cang, and replace his destiny with your own destiny. You want to make up for Qing Cang. Everything ... but you are not him after all. He is a poor fellow, you are even more pitiful, you do n’t even have your own destiny, only the feelings that are despising ... you do n’t think you are an idiot. "

puff!

Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and the words of Elto Angkor came to an abrupt end. He looked down incredulously and found that he had an extra arm in his heart. Monk Qing Cang's hand was completely inserted into his heart, and his finger had pierced his heart.

Monk Qing Cang raised his head and looked at the eyes of Artuo Angkor one by one; "I am saying, you are going to die ... I am trapped in **** for thousands of years, but I am still immortal. That is because of my heart Obsessed, the monkey ’s stuff is his, and no one can take it away. The Buddha ca n’t, and neither can you. Even if my body is broken and my soul is weak, I still have n’t given up on this obsession. Whether it ’s in the world or in hell, the monkey Jin Dan, I have to return it. "

Agto Angkor was furious: "Then die!"

He reached out and grabbed both Qing Cang monk and Xuan Ting monk, and a black light burst out of him. That was all the power of **** he had left. He sprayed a golden pill out of his mouth, and the light on the golden pill was already shining to the extreme.

"Don't you all want to take Jindan away? Then I will let this Jindan disappear with you today. Even if I ruin this doppelganger in hell, I can still be immortal outside. And you, take That poor wish will stay in **** forever. Don't you want to kill me? I'm here, let's crush bones together in hell! "

The light on Jindan became more and more fierce, and would burst at any time.

At this time, the monk Qing Cang suddenly grabbed the hand of the monk Xuan Ting: "You are not me. When you were a child, I was called to the place where I was facing the wall. It was just my sad emotion. You should have your own destiny, not burden Go ahead with my sins. Leave here, take Jindan away from here. "

After finishing this sentence, the monk Qing Cang suddenly swallowed Jin Dan in one mouth, and then he sent the blood and strength of the Xuan Ting that he had previously sucked away from the hand of Xuan Ting who was holding it. go back.

He knelt down on the ground with his hands folded, his face calm: "After seeing the monkey, he told me that the sins of Qing Cang's life have not been paid off. If there is cause and effect, I will continue to pay him back in the next life. If he refuses Forgive, just set up my card and curse me day and night tortured in hell, and it will be fulfilled. Even if I endure all kinds of suffering in hell, I have no complaints. "

Kang Cang knelt down on the ground with his hands folded, his body radiating a burst of holiness.

boom!

The power of **** exploded in his belly, and Jindan rolled out of his broken body. The monk's head slammed down and never opened again.