I Kissed Zhenzi At The Beginning Of The Live Broadcast

"Benefactor, your great kindness, Song En can only repay it in the next life!"

"In this life, I'm going to accompany her."

After speaking, the black energy on Song En's body began to dissipate, and his figure shrank, and soon returned to his normal appearance, except that his clothes became rags.

Wang Hao took off his coat, put it on him gently, and put his sister's ashes next to her.

"Walk slowly on the road, there are still many people going down to accompany you. If you walk fast, you won't see this spectacular scene."

The red rope flew out, binding Wang Zichun on the ground, and Wang Hao flew over the head of the Buddha again.

The finger lightly swiped across the tablet, and Xiantian 16 hexagrams also emerged from behind Wang Hao. The Victory Evil Sword transformed into two, transforming into three, and transformed into a thousand flying swords.

"Saipan!"

Wang Hao gently spit out a name from his lips, Xiantian 16 hexagrams slowly turned, and immediately figured out where he is.

Whoosh!

A sword of victory flew out at an extremely fast speed, and a monk in a temple in Bangkok dropped his head.

"Song Ticha!"

It's still the same action. Every time Wang Hao utters a name, a sword of victory flies out.

What followed was the disappearance of a life.

The tablet computer in Wang Hao's hand seems to be a life and death book in the hands of King Yama. Anyone who is pronounced by his name will undoubtedly die.

"Monks, high-ranking officials, bastards, killers, but anyone who has participated in this incident in Bangkok. No one can escape Wang Hao's flying sword."

Wang Hao read faster and faster. When he finished reading all the lists, the flying sword behind him had already flown out for a little while.

"Oh! I have to say, this investigation of yours is really detailed. Without your help, I didn't expect so many people to want Meng Wenjun to die."

Leading Wang Zichun to him, Wang Hao looked into his eyes and said, "Since we have cleaned up so much rubbish, then I don't mind cleaning up some more."

"I will burn the ton of gold I promised you, so please go with peace of mind."

boom!

Wang Zichun's head was squeezed and exploded by a red string. The transparent soul floated out, and Wang Hao grabbed it.

Black thought power dissected every part of Wang Zichun's soul.

"Tsk tsk!"

"Unexpectedly, your forces are really intertwined. With such a large list, when will I have to read it!"

"Forget it! It's meaningless to read one by one, so let's solve it quickly. Those old things can't sit still anymore."

brush! brush! brush!

The hundreds of flying swords behind Wang Hao all flew out, and the number of big consortiums and high-ranking officials in Bangkok suddenly dropped by a half.

Hum!

The red light on the Shengxie Sword was so bright that Wang Hao gently grasped the hilt of the sword and got up from the Buddha statue.

"Are all the people here? If they are all there, let's start quickly! I can't wait any longer."

Seven or eight monks came from all directions, and the old man at the head was somewhat similar to Long Po Xi who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Donor! You have fallen into the devil's way, and I hope you will rein in the precipice and look back in time."

"Ha ha ha!"

"Okay! Since I have fallen into the magical way, how about you come to save me, Master?"

The old man headed by sang a Buddha's name.

"If you can surpass the donor, the poor monk will do his best."

Wang Hao stared at the old man and said with a slight smile: "Then I really appreciate the master, but my heart is overwhelming. There is one thing that needs to be done to get out of the sea of ​​suffering."

"I wonder if the master can help me."

"The donor says it's okay."

"I need your head to pay tribute to a friend of mine, I must be very willing to."

"Don't you Buddhism have an allusion about cutting meat to feed eagles? The Buddha can still cut meat to feed eagles. You should be willing to this pair of stinky skins!"

"As long as you are willing to give me your head, I will definitely change my mind and be a good person in the future."

"What kind of master, is this a wonderful idea? You have saved my great demon, you must have boundless merits, and you will definitely be crowned in the Western Paradise."

"At that time, I will do a good deed every day to pray for you, so that you might be able to defeat Sakyamuni and sit in his place."

The corners of Long Po Evil's mouth twitched.

"Donor, I am sorry to hurt your friend by mistake! The poor monk is willing to face the wall for ten years to pay for my sins."

"Tsk tsk!"

Wang Hao shook his head contemptuously.

"Your statement and excuse are not good at all. Why don't you let me kill you, and I will face the wall for 20 years."

"I'm afraid it won't work like this, the poor monk still has a greater responsibility."

"Oh! You old scumbags, when talking about others, you have a different set. You can't use it on yourself, it's really troublesome!"

Wang Hao gently swung the Victory Sword to wipe out some sneaking ghosts and gu worms. He turned his head and said to Long Poxi on the ground: "Aren't you coming to help? With a few of them, it seems that they are not my opponents."

Long Po Xi still closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, and did not respond to Wang Hao.

"Oh~"

"Just forget it if you don't come, then I'll kill a few people to practice hand skills, see if you can't bear it."

Whoosh!

Wang Hao's figure disappeared, and the surrounding monks suddenly became vigilant.

"too slow!"

Wang Hao's voice sounded from behind a monk. The monk was shocked. When he was about to turn around and fight back, he found that the surrounding scenery moved by itself.

"Why do I feel like I'm falling? Why doesn't that person have a head! And his clothes look like me, I..."

Before he could understand, his consciousness had disappeared.

boom!

The monk's corpse fell heavily to the ground, and a drop of blood slid down the body of the Shengxie Sword, and when it was about to land, it was sucked in by the Shengxie Sword.

"Sorry, I didn't expect him to be so weak, he would be gone as soon as I made a move."

Wang Hao's voice has not yet fallen, and his figure disappears again.

clang!

The metal crash sounded, and the sword of victory pierced a dry palm.

The point of the sword passing through the palm is only one millimeter from a monk's forehead.

"Oh! Old Miscellaneous Mao, you are so old and run so fast, are you not afraid of falling to death?"

Wang Hao's sword was originally to pierce the forehead of another monk, but it was blocked by Long Po's evil palm.

Pulling out the Sword of Victory, Wang Hao retreated and floated to the side.

"You all retreat! You are not yet the opponent of this demon."

Facing Long Po's evil order, the monks obediently retreated.

"You should have done this a long time ago. In the battle between us, can their little miscellaneous hairs intervene?"

"If you tell them to retreat earlier, then the miscellaneous hair just now won't have to die."

"Oh~"

"Old Miscellaneous, your sin is a bit heavier."

Long Po Evil folded his hands together, and said sharply: "Donor, you are too deep into the devil. The poor monk can't save you today, so I can only kill."

On weekdays, he is admired by thousands of people, but when he arrives at Wang Hao, this guy has his mouth open. Shut up the old miscellaneous hairs.

Even with many years of practicing qigong, Long Po Evil couldn't help it.

"Hahaha!"

"Old Miscellaneous, you can't help it at last."

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