Lord of the People: Kaili's Booster at the beginning

All the troops led by Emperor Shenlong looked at Mushroom Cloud in astonishment.

"Hiss, this explosion is much stronger than the little boy last time!"

"As expected of a star energy nuclear bomb with ten times the power, you can feel the heat wave coming from such a long distance!"

"Hey, let the young marshal teleport down more, a few thousand star energy nuclear bombs will be able to raze the endless sea of ​​​​blood to the ground."

"You don't want the young marshal to live, do you? Enchanting things consume the young marshal's physical strength, not to create them."

Emperor Shenlong looked at the mushroom cloud that was still climbing and nodded, "Since the explosion was successful, I can rest assured!"

"Brothers, go home!"

The Dragon Emperor led his troops to return.

He didn't believe that a star energy nuclear bomb could solve the two serious problems in his heart.

However, it is still possible to make them feel ashamed.

The Dragon Emperor drove to the launch vehicle, and brought his men back to the Ancient Martial Realm.

The explosion of the star energy nuclear bomb gradually subsided over time.

And in the central circle of the endless sea of ​​blood.

A deep pit stretching thousands of miles has been blown out.

In this deep pit, a gray-faced, muddy, naked-clothed, black-faced man leaped out, his face was gloomy and terrifying.

That's right, it's three yuan!
I saw smoke coming from Sanyuan's body, smoke rings from his mouth, his hair and beard had long been burnt into a ball, and sparks were still emitting from them.

All the clothes on his body were burned, and the only thing worth describing was his white butt.

The skin on his body was also scorched, covered with blisters, and his appearance was horrible.

Immediately afterwards, Ksitigarbha, whose whole body was scorched black, also crawled out of the deep pit, and his appearance was not much better.

The only good thing is that he has no hair and beard to burn.

On the contrary, all his cassocks were burnt clean, just like Sanyuan, with smoke rings spitting out from his mouth, burning blisters and scorched skin all over his body.

The smell of grilled meat was in the air.

"what--!!"

Yang Tian roared with Sanyuan Qi, and the sound almost spread to every river of blood in the ground.

Countless bloodthirsty demons are discussing,

"Such a miserable scream, how many people have to take turns."

Dizang sat down on the ground and gritted his teeth: "Shenlong Emperor, if this poor monk doesn't kill you, I swear I won't become a Buddha!"

Sanyuan's expression froze, and he said angrily, "Ksitigarbha, you idiot, what kind of ambitions do you have?"

Ksitigarbha said with a gloomy face, "It's not a grand wish made in front of my Buddha, so I don't count it."

"Then you won't kill the Dragon Emperor?"

Ksitigarbha said in a bitter voice: "Kill, wait until I heal my injuries before I kill. The weapons in the lower world are so powerful that even poor monks will suffer heavy injuries."

Sanyuan curled his lips and said: "Don't be poor, and you still have serious injuries? It's just a little skin trauma, just go back to your Fotou Mountain for a few days and you'll be fine!"

After finishing speaking, Sanyuan's body was like flowing blood plasma, with a new layer of flesh covering the burned skin.

With a thought, I put on new clothes, and my hair and beard returned to their original state, without the embarrassment I had before.

Dizang, on the other hand, cannot do this.

After all, Sanyuan has 4 million bloodthirsty clones, even if he is burned tens of thousands of times, he can easily recover.

Ksitigarbha suddenly frowned and said, "Mozun, since Wuji can transmit such a powerful weapon in the lower realm, his current strength should not be underestimated."

Sanyuan nodded solemnly and said, "Indeed!"

Dizang looked at the periphery of the endless blood sea and said in a deep voice: "Go, get out, Changmei's idiots are on the periphery of the endless blood sea, let them all dispatch to the lower realm to deal with Beiyin!"

Sanyuan asked: "Will the Dragon Emperor be killed?"

"Kill, of course I want to kill!"

Ksitigarbha King said in a deep voice: "After giving them the task, you and I will join forces to kill the Dragon Emperor!"

Sanyuan sneered and said, "Don't bother, the Dragon Emperor was injured by my Soul-devouring demon flame, and his soul has been burned for more than a hundred years."

"In the past hundred years, instead of growing, his strength will decline every day, so he should not be able to exert [-]% of his strength in his heyday now!"

"You go to explain the task, and by the way, go back to your Jizang Mountain to recuperate, and I will deal with the Dragon Emperor!"

Ksitigarbha nodded and said, "That's fine, then I'll have to work with Demon Lord!"

Dizang stood up and shouted, "Listen, let's go!"

A flock of crows flew by with a row of black spots, and there was no movement behind them.

Ksitigarbha's expression changed, and he hurriedly looked back.

As a result, in the deep pit, Di Ting was found dying. At this time, Di Ting was looking pitifully at King Ksitigarbha.

Ksitigarbha rushed down: "Listen, listen, don't die!"

"Demon Lord, Demon Lord!"

Sanyuan Mozun looked at it and listened, shook his head and said: "Don't care about the life and death of this beast, hurry up and stop talking!"

King Ksitigarbha said angrily, "What beast? Di Ting is a descendant of Qilin, and even the poor monk's mount and partner."

Sanyuan (￣∠￣) curled his lips and said: "Take a beast as a partner, I really have you!"

Ksitigarbha was a little worried and said, "Mozun, is there a way to cure Di Ting?"

Sanyuan said impatiently: "If there is, it is necessary to waste time and waste time. It is an important matter, so just leave it alone!"

"no!"

Ksitigarbha shook his head resolutely and said: "We must save it. The matter of killing the Dragon Emperor is put on hold for now. Please Mozun save me first!"

Sanyuan cursed: "If I had known such a mistake, I would have killed this beast with a sword."

Dizang frowned and said, "As you said, Emperor Shenlong was injured by your Soul-devouring Demon Flame, and he couldn't make much waves. Let him live for a few days."

"That's all, you are going to become a Buddha, but you still pay so much attention to the emotions and desires, what kind of Buddha are you?"

Ksitigarbha explained: "The grand wish made by the poor monk is that the hell will not be empty and vow not to become a Buddha, and it has nothing to do with the seven emotions and six desires."

"As long as the hell is empty, the poor monk can become a Buddha!"

Sanyuan lifted the horns on Di Ting's head and said, "Forget it, I'll take him to the Bloodthirsty Devil's Nest first, and you can go and explain, and then go to the Devil's Nest to find me."

"Don't worry, your little bastard won't die yet!"

After speaking, Sanyuan left with a listening ear.

Then Dizang went to the border of the endless blood sea with peace of mind, and followed Chang Mei's breath, and arrived in front of Chang Mei and other three Arhats after a while.

Seeing Ksitigarbha, Changmei said in surprise: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, after more than 500 years, I finally saw your real body again."

"See Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

Sitting Deer Arhat and Exploring Arhat spoke in unison.

The Ksitigarbha King said with a dark face: "You trash, in just a few days, you have made a mess of the Buddha's head. Even Lao Tzu's dojo was blown up. A few dogs tied to the door of the Buddha's head are better than you. Nursing home!"

The faces of the three arhats were all red.

Indeed, the lineup of five hundred arhats and one million monks has been taken over by one pot. No matter who it is, they will complain a few words, let alone Ksitigarbha?

Dizang said in a deep voice: "Fotou Mountain is no longer useful for you, even if it stays, it's useless."

"Now, the three of you go to the lower realm together to solve the problem of Wuji. After I become a Buddha, I will open up the creation channel and let you in."

"When the time comes, the Fotou Mountain Ten Thousand Miles will belong to you!"

The three arhats were all excited by being brainwashed by Ksitigarbha, and hurriedly nodded and left.

"Trash, a bunch of trash!"

Dizang cursed and chased after him, Mozun Sanyuan.