My Disciples Are All Villains

Vol 2 Chapter 390: All beings are merits

What is a strong man?

Luzhou gave a serious demonstration to everyone, this is the strong.

Leng Luo and Pan Litian were so helpless and so fragile in front of the cabinet master.

They suddenly remembered a problem. The world said that the life expectancy of the patriarch of the Devil Heaven Pavilion is approaching. Every time I can find a reasonable reason to attack again, and this reason is the truth that makes the world firmly believe: the life expectancy of the millennium.

Under normal circumstances, the cultivation base will decline in the last hundred years ...

Then there is only one possibility: the grandfather of the demon pavilion, perhaps, really found the way of Jiuye.

If it was not seen with their own eyes, they would never believe that the demon of the Devil's Pavilion could exert such terrible power.

Three people in the Senior Pavilion at the same time came up with a word: return to the original.

Perhaps, at the level of the patriarch, the control of power is back to nature.

There is no wide opening and closing, no dazzling qi and moves.

……

Same as before.

While Bama pounced, the unknown sword crossed his body.

As he admonished Yu Shangrong, if you want to kill your opponent, just swing your sword.

The sharpness of the unknown sword is beyond everyone's understanding.

Click!

The sound is like a cracking sound when splitting bamboo.

Is crisp and degassed.

An indescribable relief.

Everyone in the Devil's Heaven Pavilion felt for the first time how wonderful this cracked voice was. It was wonderful that all the pressure was relieved in an instant.

Loulan witchcraft genius, Bama, fell.

The surroundings of Mo Tian Ge seemed very quiet.

Luzhou glanced at the blood refining body on the rock, without sympathy.

Witchcraft is also divided into black and white ... Unfortunately, Bama chose the darkest side.

"Master Divine Prestige! Tu'er opened his eyes!" Zhu Hong took the lead in breaking the tranquility.

Everyone looked at Zhu Honggong.

"Ah, I can't help it ... I can't help it ..." Zhu Hong scratched his head, just scratched it, hey, the sharp-angled glove was really a little bit of the head.

It is not the time to flatter.

Because they saw the puppets who were repelled, they moved slowly.

Is out of control, they are like a machine, surrounded by up.

There are too many and the defense is amazing. If you kill them one by one, I do n’t know if you want to kill them.

Luzhou raised his head, looked at the purple mist in the sky, and continued to support the dharma body underneath, stroking him: "Bai Ze."

Ordered.

Moo

Bai Ze stepped on the auspicious cloud, bathed in aura of auspiciousness, and came to the top of the purple mist.

And the scene of the ten-witch war reappeared.

Hua Wudao opened his eyes ... watching Bai Ze lower the aura of auspiciousness.

The purple mist was quickly pressed down by the aura of auspiciousness until it fell to the ground.

Lost the support of the purple mist, and the puppets fell to the ground.

This process continued for a while, until all the purple mist disappeared, and the puppets all fell down, Bai Ze issued a long roar ... As if the task was completed, he flew back and disappeared into the darkness.

Luzhou noticed that Bai Ze appeared a rest reminder, and it should be seven days.

Everyone looked at the direction where Shirasawa disappeared, and was startled ...

Rubbed his eyes one after another.

Is this ... Is it kidding?

With this stuff, why not release it early?

Luzhou naturally has his ideas. If you release Bai Ze, Bama is likely to turn around and run ...

Deal with Bama first. It's the safest way to deal with these puppets.

Seeing the puppets everywhere, Luzhou shook his head.

This battle is a big loss.

There is no merit reward, but also a mess.

Not only that, those purple mists stained the grass and trees near the foothills, and took away most of their vitality.

A lot of trees withered.

Variously stepped forward in the air, drifted down, glanced at the puppet, shook his head and sighed, and said: "Amitabha!"

"Old monk, what's this Amitabha?" Zhu Honggong looked at those things, and his hair was still in his heart.

"Although they were controlled by Bama, they had no grievances with me during their lifetime ... All this is the fault of the great witch after all."

Zhu Hong nodded: "It seems reasonable."

Turned around in the air and headed toward the landing state: "Sister Ji, all beings have merits, all reincarnations are in order, and order is safe. The poor monk is willing to open the altar under the mountain and expect the donor to answer."

Luzhou glanced around the environment.

The deceased is already gone, and should be in awe.

"Good." Luzhou said.

"Thank you, Lord Ji." Standing quietly and slowly, straightening his voice, "The poor monk thanked the donors for the dead."

"Old monk, you are quite interesting ... Then they will give it to you."

"Old Guan Yi is incumbent."

Mingshi said by looking at Xu Jing, "You are the first monk who looks pretty good to me."

Luzhou returned to Motian Pavilion.

"Congratulations to the Patriarch."

"Congratulations to Master."

Until Luzhou disappeared, everyone was relieved.

"Old Pan, are you okay?" Leng Luo noticed Pan Litian's decadent face.

"I can't die." Pan Litian clenched the wine gourd, coughed twice, and stood up.

Pan Zhongfei came down, helped Pan Litian, and said, "Don't be brave if Xiuwei didn't recover."

Pan Litian was not angry, and he smiled: "But ... many things, only by being brave and brave, can you know if you can support it."

"Don't instill misconceptions in me, I will help you go back."

The disciples watched Pan Litian and Pan Zhongta flying back to Demon Pavilion.

Huayuexing slowly fell from the top of the Motian Pavilion.

Folded down the moon bow, shook his head by himself, still too far away ... After a battle, the puppets she killed were very limited.

Hua Wudao came to his side and said: "Don't be discouraged, those proselytized disciples who are the patriarchs are not measurable by conventional talents."

"Oh."

at the same time.

Luzhou returned to Dongge.

The two wielding swords did not seem to have a big explosion, but also consumed two thirds of his extraordinary power.

Is after all the power of Kachiba ...

This is still based on the unknown sword.

He turned over with one palm.

The unknown sword is suspended in the palm.

Black runes?

Luzhou remembered a scene in the sword market, and the unknown sword absorbed the black runes of the magic sword and became its own power. Is it because of this that it becomes sharper?

Mindfulness of idea.

The unnamed sword became the appearance of a hammer, no black runes, and no other runes surrounding it.

Putting away the unknown sword, Luzhou put aside his distractions, sat cross-legged, and entered the state of enlightenment ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ This time it took a fatal blow, an impeccable one, and the remaining prop cards Less ... At the current price, the card will run out sooner or later. All he can rely on is extraordinary power.

At the same time, we must find ways to improve our personal cultivation.

Early the next morning.

Luzhou just opened his eyes, and a voice came from outside the door

"Master, quietly seek advice."

"understood."

Luzhou stood up and felt the extraordinary power.

The night has passed, and it has increased a little bit. The speed of this realization is really worrying.

Could it be related to the opening of the fourth book? Will the speed increase with each roll?

But he didn't think much, but left the East Pavilion.

Came to the outside of the Demon Hall, and the scene in front of him was quite lively.

Outside the hall, between two magnificent giant pillars, there was a crowd of people ... all in monk robe.

Jinting Mountain is not a hill. Before this hall, there were several thousand square meters anyway, and it was actually filled with monks.