All Heavens: Starting from Douluo

Chapter 643 Murong Bo’s Death

This is……

"what……"

I don’t know who it is that sighs so sadly.

His tone was full of confusion.

It's like suddenly understanding the meaning of life, but being separated by some barrier. That feeling of half-understanding, unclear explanation, head-scratching, and full of destructive desire!

The broken golden trident was stained with golden blood at some point, but you can still feel the dazzling feeling like a ray of light on your back from its blade.

The broken mountains were only given a small corner in this picture. On the gilt plaque with unknown full name, only the two words "Hao" and "Zong" could be seen, and another place turned into thousands of people. The bloody palace and city are pitted against each other, with countless bodies and bones, and countless ghosts and ghosts.

The seventy-two pillars have complex patterns, but they only account for one-twentieth of the total area. They are opposed to the awe-inspiring temple, and even the chambers of the demon pillars. Below them, there are all monsters and ghosts with terrifying appearances.

Above the sea of ​​blood, various heads are common.

An unknown creature with green-skinned fangs.

A frightened beauty with blond hair and pointed ears.

There are also various monsters with animal heads and human bodies, sinking and floating with the surging waves of blood.

In addition, there are more characters.

There are stunning sisters wearing black leather clothes.

One stood on top of the palace city, together with thousands of guards wearing dazzling armor, as if they were suppressing the tens of thousands of ghosts in the palace city.

One stood behind Lin Chaoci, holding a long silver sword with a hollow tip. He also wore a cloak embroidered with a black spider mark behind him. His position was exactly the same as the other standing on the palace city, looking back and looking down. The girl holding the same long sword is in a straight line.

There is a woman holding a glazed tower, full of fairy spirit.

There are looming rabbit girls, fox girls and spider girls.

There is also a golden dragon girl holding a golden dragon spear and wearing proud armor, and a woman in a white wedding dress and a purple-haired girl standing in front of the seventy-two demon pillars and the six major temples respectively.

In addition, there are the large and unknown people who control various metal objects, and the most eye-catching seven puppies lying on Lin Chaoci's left hand are just mini versions.

Looking from a distance, it makes one feel chills on the back.

Up close, the painting style is quite strange.

It’s not that they don’t match, I just don’t know why.

It is not difficult to understand.

The ancient style, modern style, future style and western fantasy style are integrated together. Let alone those who were born and raised in the world of martial arts, even if the young master of the Wu family comes to see it, he will still be confused.

What happened to modern people?

He said it as if he had seen an ancient god.

It is already a miracle that the painting styles can be non-conflicting with each other.

Do you expect these people to understand?

Stop talking!

The old sweeping monk was also stunned.

However, her ability to accept new things is obviously better than that of Xuan Ci and others, and even better than young girls like Huang Rong, Wang Yuyan, A'Zhu and A Bi. After just examining it for a moment, she made a judgment for herself in her heart. , shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I admit defeat, there is no need to fight."

You can fight, but it's not necessary.

The meaning of the master is a very mysterious thing.

It would be more appropriate to call it "spiritual power."

Since ancient times, there has been a saying about spirit.

The so-called intention is just that the master's spirit is strong enough to be manifested. Judging from the manifestation of each master, the grander the scene, the stronger the intention of the master.

You have brute strength, so what?

I will plunge you into an endless fantasy!

It even induces you to kill yourself!

The old sweeping monk has no interest in being beaten, nor does he want to start a fight when he sees a master, saying something to prove the habits he has learned.

She is a person who likes purity.

However, it's not that she rejects the fireworks of the world. What she actually likes is the kind of life without trouble, where she lives a down-to-earth life all day long, unlike her brother-in-law and sister, who are trapped in emotional entanglements.

To put it bluntly, it saves worry, effort and trouble.

Fortunately, Lin Chaoci was not the kind of person who would force a fight with a master when he saw him. Although he wanted to fight with the sweeping monk in front of him to see how capable he was, since he had already admitted defeat, he expressed his unwillingness. After beating him, he stopped forcing me.

<divclass="contentadv">Nod and put away your aura.

The old sweeping monk has good taste.

If he was serious about it, he could kill the opponent in one move.

The only pity is that the little monk watching the battle didn't learn anything. It's great to push with the intention of the master, but it is always full of violent aesthetics, but lacks the beauty of skills.

"What's this kid's name?"

Lin Chaoci looked at the Sutra Pavilion.

Aiming at the little boy under a window of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The little boy was so frightened that he trembled all over.

The window that was propped up a crack suddenly closed.

The old sweeping monk was also speechless. Thinking that he was his disciple, he smiled bitterly and said: "My real surname is Lin. Like fellow Taoist Lin, my courtesy name is Tongsou. This kid is too energetic, so I hope he can be named Tongsou." It's a bit like an old man's calmness, but you have to be careful when it's too strong and easily broken!"

Your surname is Lin and your given name is Tongsou?

and many more!

Couldn't it be the Lin Tongsou he knew?

That Taoist priest who will be called Lin Lingsu by the world in the future?

Lin Chaoci's black eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a light that even the old monk could not understand. He glanced at the old monk and immediately guessed what kind of big game this comrade would play, and he also understood what this comrade would do. Why did Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo fall into suspended animation one after another in the original work, and all the major fifty queens were taken under their sect?

Co-author of "Advocate Taoism and Destroy Buddha", are you the founder?

After you die, will your disciple continue to carry forward the work?

Learn from the foreigners and use their skills to defeat the foreigners, right?

Breaking through Buddhism from the inside, wonderful!

It's just...it has nothing to do with him!

"Then I'll take them in?"

Facing the Xiaoyao sect disciple in front of him who disguised himself as an old sweeping monk, Lin Chaoci didn't care whether he was an extreme nationalist. Moreover, since ancient times, there have been too many such extreme nationalists. Yes, you just need to confirm whether the other party can beat you. He pointed to the Sutra Pavilion in front of him and asked politely.

The old sweeping monk didn't stop him either.

Willing to gamble to lose.

Besides, she couldn't beat him if he tried to cheat.

Your fist is smaller than others, why are you kidding?

I had thought about borrowing books from the Shaolin Temple collection for so many years, and then came up with a shocking idea. I returned the two Buddhist guardians to express my innocence. I didn't expect that none of them could be returned. I could only say that it was fate, but it couldn't be done. Just hire someone else.

A living person will never suffocate to death.

Ignore the dissuasion of those Shaolin monks.

I am a member of the Taoist sect.

Your Buddhist rules have nothing to do with me.

Anyway, once this matter is over, she has to leave if she doesn't want to.

In this case, why bother talking nonsense to these Shaolin monks.

He picked up the broom and walked aside.

He signaled to get out of the way.

Lin Chaoci did not overwhelm the guest, but after pushing open the door of the Sutra Pavilion, he looked back at Xiao Yuanshan who was blushing with excitement, tilted his head in the direction where Murong Bo was pretending to die, indicating that Xiao Yuanshan could come in, and then walked to the door. Outside, looking at Wang Yuyan who was talking to the old monk sweeping the floor, she walked over on her own.

Xiao Yuanshan did not pay attention to Lin Chaoci's subsequent actions.

His attention was entirely focused on Lin Chaoci's hint of tilting his head.

The enemy is at hand!

Xiao Yuanshan couldn't bear it any longer!

Take three steps and make two steps at a time, step forward and give a palm!

Turn the fake death of Murong Bo into real death!

Then, after being stunned for a long time, he hugged Qiao Feng and cried bitterly, as if he was venting the pain of more than thirty years in this way!

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