"Roar!"

A roar from the sky spread rapidly from the old monk's body, and then soared into the sky.

With his body as the center, a violent wind swept through, and countless dust swirled around it, and it directly formed the prototype of a tornado, and the wind was noisy, like a demon roaring loudly.

Everyone in the Diao family quickly retreated, looking at the scene in front of them in horror, their whole body almost fell to the ground, and their legs were trembling all the time.

"Wu Zun!

Princess Diao's face showed fear, she felt the kind of rich bloody power that she had never seen before, this is the killing aura condensed with endless blood after the slaughter of hundreds of people and the beheading of thousands of people, it is a power that can only be possessed by those ruthless people who are famous all over the world, and it is more shocking than coercion.

But this power actually appeared in an old monk who was supposed to be kind and kind! How could this be?

The old Taoist priest and the princess no longer continued to fight.

From the moment the old monk appeared, the two of them were no longer the protagonists.

He and Wang Po restrained each other, only the old monk was the strongest person at the moment.

If the old monk makes a move, no one will be able to defeat him! Even Tang Guang, who is congenitally triple, plus everyone else, is not an opponent.

The only thing that has hope is the various subtle secret weapons of the Tang Sect.

Wang Po's face was full of worry, and the scene she was most worried about finally appeared.

She is an acquaintance with the old Taoist priest and the old monk.

The old monk of the year, although he was a monk, was the famous blood floating massacre, a blood monk.

He advocates entering the Tao by killing and demonizing the Buddha.

The three words of blood monk represent the endless sea of blood, the endless mountain of corpses, and the endless fear and despair.

He kills people if he disagrees, and if he offends the slightest, he directly destroys the whole family.

The blood stained in his hands was much more than Xiao Fan's, and he used his own strength to destroy seven ancient martial arts families in a big city overnight, from third-rate to first-class, which was undoubtedly a failure.

When the people arrived, they saw the blood monk wearing a blood-stained robe, sitting with his hands folded in the open space where the blood flowed, closing his eyes and worshipping the Buddha.

The rising sun shone on the blood monk, adding a touch of mysterious brilliance to his bloody clothes.

The name of the blood monk spread all over the country overnight.

Immediately after that, he was wanted by the dragon group, but a few months later, the blood monk reappeared, but he was still unharmed.

The blood monk of that year, who was free in the world, started from the demon who made people talk about it, and realized his own path step by step, and finally walked out of turning the demon into a Buddha.

Among them, the blood monk is still vulgar, has a wife, and gave birth to a daughter.

His wife died early of an incurable disease, and her daughter was carefully cared for by the blood monk, but she strayed into the decisive battle between the Tang Sect and the top families thirty years ago, resulting in her daughter being killed by the secret weapon of the Tang Sect.

Or, it can be said that the battle of the Tang Gate was destroyed so simply because of the addition of the blood monks......

Although the blood monk at that time was only born double.

After the Tang Gate was destroyed, the blood monk cried in front of his daughter's tomb for three days and three nights, and his hair turned white overnight.

From that time on, he made a grand wish that he would never do anything with others again in this life and devote himself to meditation.

On Fodu Mountain, the blood monk stayed for thirty years, and his blood-stained robe also turned pure white in these thirty years.

Turning demons into Buddhas, this incomparably rugged road, the blood monk stepped out hard, coupled with the death of his daughter, he achieved the realm of Wuzun!

Everyone has their own path, whether it is martial arts or life, in the seemingly same crowd of beings, everyone has their own trajectory and their own achievements.

This is true of the blood monk, and so is the old Taoist priest.

The way he walked was the road of leisure.

No worries, no you, no me, no one and nothing.

The whole world is his playground, he can play how he wants, and he can be at ease as much as he wants.

There is no real freedom at all in life! Everyone has endless bonds, longings, obsessions, reluctances, and cause and effect.

But the old Taoist priest walked out of the real escape, or, it can be said that he has no heart and no lungs!

It's just that after reaching the realm of Wuzun, he found that the road ahead was broken and he couldn't really be at ease, so he relied on the clues to find Xiao Fan here, and he was extremely hopeful that the apprentice of Thunder Blade Ye Huan could continue the martial arts road that was cut off by Ye Huan.

Wang Po couldn't help but shake her head.

She knew that it was a little difficult to kill Xiao Fan today.

Before going to the Buddha Mountain, Wang Po knew that there was such a blood monk here, but she felt that as long as she was involved in the blood monk, no one would be able to save Xiao Fan's life.

But helplessly, the old Taoist priest was also here.

This Buddha is a one, and the former demon is also the Tao, and the relationship between the two was so good that they almost wore a pair of pants together......

Now if the two of them attack with all their might, she can only escape, and the others don't have to think about it.

Of course, it's not that there is no hope.

The top-level secret weapons of the Tang Sect are really not vegetarians, and those incomparably exquisite mechanisms and the wonderful techniques of the Tang Sect's secret weapons, to a large extent, can find the weak point of the martial artist's internal strength shield, and then smash it strongly, so as to achieve the purpose of injuring the opponent and even killing the opponent.

Although the blood monk is a martial artist, he also has shortcomings, as long as he can find the shortcomings, the secret weapon of the Tang Sect can still kill him. It's just that it's still hard!

"Bald donkey, do you want to go against your wishes?"

Wang Po spoke in a deep voice, she knew this monk too well, unless she could make this monk speechless, there was really nothing she could do about him.

There is no reason to talk to the old Taoist, just roll up your sleeves and do it.

But with the old monk, it's completely the opposite, it's wrong to roll up your sleeves and do it, only to be reasonable, let the other party be speechless, you just ask him to wipe his neck, and he can do it.

"Whirring ......"

The old monk's breathing was as rapid as thunder, and the gaze of Tang Guang and the others was filled with strong killing intent and anger, and the emotion of wanting to destroy the world like madness made them afraid.

If Tang Guang hadn't given the order, they would have fled a long time ago.

For a long time, for a long time...... The old monk closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the anger in his eyes dissipated, and a touch of compassion appeared in his eyes.

"Amitabha, the old man looks like ......" The old monk shook his head: "Old Dao, it's not that the old man is unwilling to help you, it's really a grand wish back then, and it can't be broken! Once it is broken, my path of turning demons into Buddhas will become meaningless, and those dead souls, how can they be exceeded?"

"You're paralyzed......"

The old Taoist priest covered his face and groaned, this old bald donkey still didn't fight for a long time, just come out and show his face, fart, show his demeanor as a martial artist, and then continue to hide?

Obviously, he's just going through the motions!

"Buddhist scum, your Buddha will not forgive you!" the old monk gritted his teeth and spat on his feet.

It's a pity that the old monk was unmoved, kept chanting Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, and went straight back to Wuxiang Temple.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, and that feeling was like going around in a ghost gate.

"Hahaha!" Wang Po laughed, stretched out her hand and pointed at Xiao Fan, her tone was cold and full of murderous intent: "Give it to me...... Kill!"

(End of chapter)