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Looking at the sky, the sky was full of colorful clouds, and he could feel that his soul had been promoted, and he didn't need to open his eyes.

There is no need to rise to the sky.

He can feel the thoughts and emotions of all believers in Dali.

Excited, religious, afraid, fearful...

All emotions are in a panoramic view.

What a power this is.

No wonder Li Shimin can break the mountain with one sword!

With such supernatural power, the world is under control.

But still can't relax, can't have the slightest pride!

Murong Fu tidied up his excitement and continued: "At this moment, the third step of the national sacrifice! Offering a pure woman..."

"They will represent Dali and serve the gods..."

Several women wore white dresses with white gauze on their faces, under the guidance of the priestess.

Kneel down before the altar.

Among them, Wang Yuyan knelt at the front, followed by Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing, and the three girls chanted their thoughts at the same time.

They have longing and expectation in their hearts.

not far away.

The two men in black silently observed Murong Fu in the distance, their expressions full of surprise.

One of them is Qiao Feng's father, and the other is Murong Fu's father.

Both of them came to wait and see after receiving the news of the big director's change.

But I didn't expect to see the astronomical changes.

Murong Bo pursed his lips. He didn't expect his son to be so capable that he would be able to contact God.

Do you want to go out and confess with this kid?

He hesitated.

After all, the two hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Although he was hiding in Tibet, although his martial arts was good, it was still too bad compared to the current Murong Fu.

Furthermore, he was very afraid of his son's "filial piety", so he would crack himself.

That's it.

Forget it, wait a moment.

On the other side, Qiao Feng's father was even more murderous.

Why do other people's sons live so well, but their own sons can't do it? Really hateful!

But I remembered the experience of stealing into the palace a few days ago.

Can not help but sigh deeply.

This is not Shaolin Temple, but it is more terrifying than Shaolin Temple.

A guard is better than those first.

I don't know how to train.

He touched the broken hind leg and sighed deeply in his heart.

"Little devil, are you dancing to the gods.~?"

The abrupt voice interrupted Murong Fu's sacrifice.

He opened his eyes and looked.

I saw a gray-haired girl standing not far away, laughing at herself, her eyes full of curiosity and fierceness.

Such a weird person.

He couldn't help frowning.

"Who are you? Why interrupt my sacrifice?"

"Me? Hehe...I am the strongest person in martial arts today, the grandmother of Tianshan Mountain in Lingjiu Palace!!!"

The girl said triumphantly.

Looking at the blood altar continuously, his expression gradually stiffened.

Because she found that she was locked in by thousands of powerful auras.

What's the situation?

Could it be that this person is really unsuccessful by some gods.

Murongfu's face sank, and he said coldly: "I don't care what Tianshan child grandma or Tianshan old demon you are. The sacred sacrifice can't be defiled!"

His eyes condensed.

Tianshan Tong's grandmother, who was still triumphant just now, was knocked into flight in an instant.

She fell to the ground, looking at each other in disbelief.

What happened just now?

Why didn't I see it.

What a weird move!

Originally, she came over, only to hear from her subordinates that the Tianlong Temple in Dali was destroyed, and a group of superpowers appeared.

So out of curiosity, I planned to come over and take a look.

If the opponent's martial arts is good, I plan to steal it.

But he didn't expect that this Murong Fu was so weird.

I almost killed myself with just one blow. I would have known it a long time ago.

Tianshan Tong's grandmother got up and wanted to leave, but found that her bones had been broken, and the blood in her mouth surged just as she tried hard.

Obviously, he couldn't move.

"Hmph, just lie down there. If it's not enough for the sacrifice, I'll take you over and fill it in."

Murong Fu turned around to continue offering sacrifices.

But things happened.

A leaf buzzed harshly, cutting through the air and hitting behind him.

"It seems that if you don't clean up your troubles, it won't make me feel at ease!"

The master's anger was revealed in the voice.

Murong Fu quickly turned around and snorted, and the leaves instantly shattered.

The Qi Jin attached to it was also shattered.

"Huh? You also have the strength of a land fairy!"

The old voice seemed very surprised.

Originally, he thought there was only one **** in this world.

But he didn't expect that Murong Fu, who was born less than 20 years ago, would actually have this level of strength.

It seems that it is very necessary to come this time.

Murong Fu snorted softly, smashed his fingers into a sword, and slashed towards the house in the distance.

The gorgeous palace shattered at the sound.

A figure fell from the sky.

He moved gracefully, could cross the void without borrowing, and finally stood on the opposite side of the altar.

This is an old monk.

The clothes are in tatters, and there are even a few patches.

The white beard is still crouching, which shows that the monk is already a few years old.

Although he is very old, the divine light in his eyes is bright and scary like a murderous sword.

"Who are you?"

"It's just a sweeping monk in the lower area. It's not worth mentioning. It's just that Murong's donor can break through to the realm of land immortals in a short period of time, which really makes the poor monks feel strange."

Murong Fu squinted his eyes, his body was full of killing intent, and asked, "You want to stop me?"

Several people from different packages have gathered around.

Thousands of protectors also came over.

At this time, the old monk had difficulty flying his wings.

But he didn't panic. Instead, he looked greedily at the altar and licked his lips and said: "What a good baby, don't you know, I have been searching for countless years and I have always wanted to find someone who can leave this world. Methods.

However, I searched all over Kyushu and couldn't find the way.

In the end, only by relying on the Buddhist scriptures to suppress the murderous aura in the body, was it possible to surreptitiously survive.

Now that I see this altar, I understand that this opportunity is waiting for me..."

The voice did not fall.

The nearby masters all set off.

Each of them has innate strength, but in front of the old man, they have not even survived a single move.

In a short moment.

Hundreds of people died on the ground.

But none of these believers are afraid, and they are still on the offensive.

This madness made the onlookers shudder.

Such a terrifying master is not afraid of death, what kind of cohesion is this.

It's terrible!

"It's really great. It's been a long time since I slaughtered the innate masters like this. Just drinking your blood, the old man can prolong his life for hundreds of years!!!"

The sweeping demon monk has a demon-like aura, and his brutality is horrible.

Both martial arts and combat experience are far beyond what ordinary people can.

Naturally, Murong Fu would not sit back and watch, but although his power was strong, his experience was not as good as this demon monk.

In addition, there are too many people watching the sacrifice nearby.

So that he couldn't let go of his hands and feet.

Gradually over time.

One innate master after another, was thrown out like mud and died tragically on the spot.

Lying on the ground, the Tianshan child grandmother looked at the martial arts skills of the demon monk, her eyes were getting bigger and bigger.

Although most of this demon monk's kung fu came from Shaolin.

But only internal strength is definitely not Shaolin Kungfu.

Shaolin's kung fu is masculine and vigorous.

But the inner strength of this demon monk is unpredictable, sometimes cold and sometimes masculine.

"You are the founder of the Xiaoyao School! Xiaoyaozi..."

Tianshan Tong Grandma finally understood his identity when she saw the demon monk using Beiming magical powers.

Suddenly couldn't help screaming.

The demon monk smiled back and admitted his identity.