"Squeak!"

The mottled doors of the Zen temple slowly opened.

An old monk who was about to die, wearing a simple gray-white monk's robe, walked out of the gate.

The pot-bellied Da Sikong and a three- or four-year-old novice followed closely behind the old monk and stood at the gate of the Zen monastery.

"Master. ”

The second Sikong immediately rushed over, respectfully saluted the old monk, and then supported the old monk's right arm.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were also fixed on the old monk's body, giving him his first feeling: "This is a very ordinary old monk, but it is a little too ordinary." ”

The old monk's face, neck, and wrists were full of dense wrinkles, and he was too old to look good.

On his body, there is no fluctuation of holy qi and Buddha qi, but there is an ancient charm. That ancient charm made him look not like a living person at all, but more like a humanoid fossil dug out of the ground.

The old monk's gaze was staring at the Earth Blood Saint, and he said weakly: "Zhang Ruochen has some relationship with the poor monk, and the poor monk will not let the undead blood clan take him away." ”

A very calm sentence, but it gives people a strong will that cannot be disobeyed.

On the earth, the blood gushing out of the earth became several times denser.

The Earth Blood Saint stood in the center of the thick blood qi and said coldly: "Monk, you dare to go against the undead blood clan, but you are very courageous. I just don't know, do you dare to report your name?"

The old monk said: "Since the poor monk chooses to live in seclusion here, he wants to completely forget the past and devote himself to practicing Buddhism. As for the name, it is also a part of the past, and it has long been forgotten. ”

"In that case, Ben Sheng is here to help you remember the past. ”

The voice of the Earth Blood Saint became quite sharp.

"Boom. ”

The blood streaks on the ground surged upwards rapidly, converging into a huge arm the size of a mountain peak, hundreds of zhang high, exuding a suffocating aura.

The blood-red arm swung downwards and made a handprint that struck the top of the old monk's head.

With a casual blow, it gave people a feeling that the sky was falling, and ordinary monks were probably already lying on the ground in fright.

However, the old monk only slowly raised his head and glanced upward.

I don't know what mysterious power he used, and with a bang, the blood-red arm shattered directly, turning into a rain of blood and falling from the sky.

In the distance, the Earth Blood Saint let out a low muffled sound, as if it had suffered a heavy blow, and even the blood qi on his body had become much lighter.

"Who the hell are you?"

The voice of the Earth Blood Saint is still very majestic and full of energy.

However, Zhang Ruochen clearly heard that there was a bit of fear in that voice.

Being able to defeat a Sage is not a great thing. To terrify a sage is truly remarkable.

The old monk still looked like Gujing Wubo, but said lightly: "The poor monk doesn't want to kill, so you are still alive." However, there is a guest in the Sikong Zen Temple, who is already quite angry, and if she makes a move, I am afraid that you will all die here. The poor monk advises you to retreat quickly and don't cause more trouble. ”

The Earth Blood Saint fell silent, thinking to himself, how could there be a hidden powerhouse in the Sikong Zen Academy?

In the blood cloud, a thick voice sounded: "Is it? This king doesn't believe it, there are such powerful characters in the world, can you dare to come out and fight?"

The old monk sighed secretly and shook his head gently.

At the same time, the blood clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing a ninety-nine-zhang high white bone altar.

At the bottom of the altar, sixteen dragon bones were erected, which turned into sixteen thick pillars to support the skeleton of the altar.

In addition to this, there are millions of human bones, densely arranged. Zhang Ruochen even saw some bones that emitted a dazzling holy light, which were the bones of the sage.

The picture in front of him is really shocking, as if a god and demon were born, even if a saint sees such a picture, he will probably tremble.

At the top of the altar, below the battle flag, stood a burly man seven meters tall, wearing a hundred saints blood armor, holding his hands behind his back, exuding a majestic aura that looked at the world.

The Hundred Saints Blood Armor is the supreme treasure of the undead blood clan, worn on the real supreme power, it can burst out with the power of the Hundred Saints and sweep through everything in the world.

The Heavenly Blood Saint and the Earth Blood Saint flew above the altar and bowed to the burly man, before standing behind the burly man again.

Zhang Ruochen's gaze was fixed on the white bone altar.

Gradually, he felt that he couldn't breathe at all, and his body began to tremble, and his eyes were full of blood red, as if he had entered the Shura world.

That's because the burly man on the altar exuded too strong an aura that had already affected Zhang Ruochen's sanity.

Not only Zhang Ruochen, but also the big Sikong, the second Sikong, and the little Sikong also had red eyes, and they all exuded a bloodthirsty aura.

As for Zhao Yue and Pu Yuelin of the military department, they had already bled through seven holes and fell to the ground.

The old monk looked at the state of the four people and found that only Zhang Ruochen seemed a little calmer, and the other three were on the verge of collapse.

"Wow. ”

The old monk's lips moved, and golden Buddhist texts appeared out of thin air, forming a round ball, wrapping Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, Er Sikong, and Xiao Sikong.

The next moment, all four of them came to their senses. Except for Zhang Ruochen, who was in a better state, the other three sat on the ground, panting violently, and their monk's robes were soaked with sweat.

"It's terrifying, isn't it...... No, he just claimed to be the 'King', and he shouldn't be the Blue Sky Blood Emperor. Zhang Ruochen said secretly.

In addition to the Qingtian Blood Emperor, it is really a bit incredible that the Undead Blood Clan has such a terrifying character.

At the top of the White Bone Altar, the burly man stared at the old monk, staring carefully, and after a while, he laughed loudly, "This king has calculated your identity. ”

The old monk didn't have the slightest mood swing, just folded his hands and said softly: "Amitabha!"

"Eight hundred years ago, the eldest disciple of the Buddha Emperor, one of the Nine Emperors, was named Indra. When Indra did not worship under the Buddha's disciples, he was a descendant of the Sikong family, named Sikong Yibai. If this king is not mistaken, you are Indra. The burly man said with certainty.

Zhang Ruochen immediately looked at the old monk, and his mood was like a river overturning the sea, violently shocking.

Eight hundred years ago, the great disciple of the Buddha Emperor?

The big Sikong, the second Sikong, and the little Sikong were also very surprised, and all their eyes were fixed on the old monk. They couldn't believe that Master had lived so long.

People, how can they live that long?

The old monk smiled slightly: "The past is like a dream, the present is like electricity, and the future is like a cloud." Everything has a way, like a dream bubble. Who the poor monk used to be, and did it matter so much?"? The old monk was responding to the burly man on the altar, and he was also teaching his three disciples.

Since it was deduced that the old monk was the great disciple of the Buddha Emperor, the burly man's face also became quite solemn, and he said: "Master Indra is living in seclusion here, it should be hiding from Empress Chi Yao, right? Actually, our undead blood clan wants to rescue the Hades King, but also to fight against Empress Chi Yao, and we have a common enemy. ”

"If the master is willing to submit to the undead blood clan, this king can ask the blood emperor to make you the supreme holy master of the undead blood clan. I wonder what the master thinks?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "The poor monk just wants to escape from the red dust, cultivate himself and worship the Buddha, and will no longer meddle in the affairs of the world." ”

The burly man's patience seemed to have been exhausted, and his voice became a little colder, and he said, "However, when you sheltered Zhang Ruochen, you had already intervened. To tell you the truth, the return of Hades is the general trend, and no one should try to stop it. Even if the Buddha Emperor is still alive, blocking the general trend is a dead end. ”

"Squeak!"

The door of the Sikong Monastery opened again.

"It's so majestic, do you really think that the undead blood clan can be lawless?

The hand that opened the door was very slender and soft, like a white jade onion, giving people a sense of perfection.

Even if it is just one hand, it is more charming, more beautiful, more durable, and full of agility than those women who claim to be the beauties of the world. (To be continued.) )