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It scatters.

People laugh today.

"Haha~~. ”

Yu Lei's face lord, Ya Jue looked at the monk who was slightly dyed pale, and whispered with a mockery in his mouth: "My distant ancestor, thousands of years have passed, so many people have died, but you are still alive?"

Listen to the taunts.

There is a monk with a slightly drooping face, and the rosary in his hand is constantly turning.

"Amitabha. ”

A Buddha horn is pure, the red dust has receded for thousands of years, and those things have passed for thousands of years, so let it pass in the past, why bother today.

You want to forget, but some people do.

What's even more hateful is that they bother to remind them again and again.

"Haha~~. ”

Ya Jue Li looked up and laughed loudly.

Although his voice was laughing, his face was full of verification of his name, 'Peerless,' and his face was like a ghost's Peerless Calendar at this moment.

The gaze is grim.

The gaze is resentful.

Staring at the monk on the big star of Yingdu, he almost wanted to devour him alive with such a look, a pair of teeth and white mouths, and the color was bloody and cold.

Finally, the distant grandson did not hold back.

Spoken.

Rebuked.

He roared: "On that day, you abandoned your family, that day you abandoned your ancestors, you abandoned your ancestors' thousands of years of inheritance, that day you abandoned the peace of your children and grandchildren, that day you abandoned your family, you were a sinner, Zuo Chiren, you were a sinner for generations of your family." ”

Hysteria.

And that day and that day will not end.

"Whew~~. ”

The meaning is still unfinished, and the roar of the arrow must not be over, but at this moment, because he is so angry in his heart, that the unevenness of blood rushes to his throat again.

So even if he still has something to say, he has to swallow it in his stomach for a while.

"Whew~~. ”

The blood calmed down, and he was spitting out a mouthful of evil breath.

His hand was raised, his fingers trembled, he shook his finger at the golden-topped moon robe monk, and roared fiercely: "Do you still know your own name, you don't know, let me tell you, you are surnamed Zuo, and your name is Chi Ren." ”

Loud voice.

No answer.

What is certain is that the monk must have heard it, but his slightly pale face was indeed only sad and serious, and he did not give a single answer.

"Hahaha~~. ”

Ya Jueli looked up and laughed, like madness.

Wangtian roared: "I forgot, I forgot your current name on the ancestor, haha, a Zen monk, you are a Zen monk." ”

Monk a Zen.

The name of the person.

This man, so many stories.

He was a Zen monk.

A Zen monk continued to be silent, Ya Jueli continued to go crazy, and he was very strong, and shouted: "You are a great monk of false benevolence and false righteousness, as a descendant of the Zuo clan, I will always remember everything in your ancestors, it was you who ruined the glorious foundation of the family for thousands of years, and you are sorry for the great martial emperor." ”

It's you?

Blame me.

Is I to blame for all this?

When it comes to saying that people are unkind and unjust, is it in front or behind?

What happened thousands of years ago, how much do you know as thousands of years later, who is unkind and unrighteous in front, and who forces people to be unkind and unjust.

It's the emperor.

It was Emperor Wu at that time.

But the events of that day are not known to this man.

The events of that day, even if a Zen monk has the heart to defend it, the descendants who have hated it for thousands of years must have no intention to listen, and the words are unintentional, so let's not say it.

"Amitabha. ”

Only the Buddha knows.

People don't explain, and the Buddha who knows will definitely not deign to explain, so everything that people say today has come true, and he has said a thousand years of rumors with his mouth, and he has come true.

Someone was silent.

Someone has never been there.

There are also people who laugh.

"Hehe~~. ”

The god of the face of the lord, Ya Juekong looked at a Zen monk standing on the Yingdu Enchantment Star, and his face couldn't help but fall into a little kind smile, and his eyes were actually a little clear.

In this clarity and thoroughness, there are actually a few tears.

Bow down.

Bow.

Another bow is, as at that time, the body did not get up, the face was in tears, haggard, provocative, respectful and very deferential, said: "Chi Renzu, if you think that the blood flowing in your body still belongs to the glory of Emperor Wu, then please put down everything in the past to help us, we are a family, we have the blood of Emperor Wu in our bodies, we should fight for thieves together, we should rebuild the glory of the family in the past," earnestly, tear-stained and tear-jerking earnest, the arrow choked in the air, wept and wailed, roared:" Ancestors, we can't let our children and grandchildren live like rats in the ground, ancestors, for them, let's fight everything. ”

Ancestors.

We.

We're all in this together.

We are family.

As a family, we have to work together, and we have to fight for our children and grandchildren, and the younger generations have to fight for the last bit of blood.

We?

When are we?

The two gods of the Netherworld, Shen Tu, and Yu Lei, they have long thrown Zuo's surname into the dust of history, and at this moment they have changed their faces to become 'Ya' surnames, and they can already live in the sunshine at this moment.

They are not satisfied.

So what about the current Zen monks?

Zuo's surname, the name of Tongchi Ren, has long withered into the long river of history with the broken red dust hair thousands of years ago.

Blood is the same.

But in between is never us.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind blows, gently blowing from the face of a Zen monk, the past is like the wind, dissipating with the smoke and clouds, and today, as a Buddhist with compassion, I can't be indifferent to all the blood of today.

"Amitabha. ”

Buddha name.

The name of the Buddha spit from the mouth of a Zen monk.

This sound is a dead voice.

This sound is still forever strange between us.

Wonderful, wonderful, everything that happened in this short period of time can be said to be wonderful, and the faces are even more difficult to be wonderful.

Isn't it wonderful to sing the black and white face switch between their brothers and sing the brother's pestle?

Isn't the indifference of the monk and the monk wonderful?

But at this moment, there is still a side, and the wonderful changes on it are so strong.

Chi You Face Lord.

Gu Jun.

He had a pair of tiger eyes and hidden thunder, staring viciously at the face of a Zen monk, his heart was like a surge of annoyance, who is this person? This monk, this bald donkey, what does he want to do when he appears/Steal his own limelight, grab the first place in the world that he is about to get his hands on, how can this be, he absolutely cannot tolerate this.

Man.

This mind.

Before I got it, I thought it was my own.

Gu Jun glared angrily and shouted at a Zen monk: "Monk, I don't care who you are, you either get out, you or you get out now, you don't need you here, and I don't want you, a sinner through the ages, to stir things up here." ”

"Whew~~. ”

I am sure that the non-stop flowing wind must have sent Gu Jun's voice into the ears of a Zen monk.

He heard it.

When the Buddha spoke, the monk sighed slightly, his face was immediately dyed with compassion, and he said in a deep voice: "There is only one family in the world, how can you distinguish it, put down the butcher's knife, and turn the war into a jade silk." ”

"Heh~~. ”

In the wind, the wind laughs.

Dream talk.

The monk must be living in the fairy tale of the dream created by the Buddha, where there is a harmonious society and a beautiful world, but this is the reality of the rivers and lakes.

Put down the butcher's knife, since the demon has already raised the knife in his hand, then unless they die, there is no possibility of putting it down.

Three-year-olds on the street know that.

Wind laughs.

The people laughed too.

"Haha~~~!"

Gu Jun laughed loudly on his back, and roared very domineeringly: "Bald donkey, since you are determined to hinder difficulties, then I will try how strong the masters were thousands of years ago." ”

"Hum. ”

It's been too long in the making.

I wanted to make a move a long time ago, but because of the feelings of the Ya clan, I couldn't make a move easily, and now that I have torn my face, I will not show mercy.

Extreme Thunder Light.

A little extreme.

When Gu Jun's eyebrows had been gathered for a long time, just when he finished speaking, at the moment when his head was lowered, the extreme thunder took advantage of the situation.

Trouble continues.

And cause trouble everywhere.

Get to the bottom of the facts, you have to figure out who your opponent is.

"Heh~~. ”

In the midst of the eight formations, Sheng Su smiled coldly on both faces, his eyes moved away from Gu Jun's face and swept on the extreme thunder, his arm was raised, and a touch of starlight flew out of the light of Tiance, and said, "Brother Gu, you'd better concentrate." ”

"Whew~~. ”

Is Thunder fast?

Extreme speed, of course.

But this speed is so pitiful in front of the starlight mixed with the light of Tiance, it didn't even turn up a wave, and it was directly wiped out in front of Gu Jun.

This is the gap.

The gap between the world's first and the top power.

With the existence of this distance, even if Gu Jun can successfully kill Sheng Sushuang, then it is impossible for him to become the new number one in the world, even for a day or a moment.

Of course.

This is the thinking of all discerning people in the world.

And what about himself?

Sheng Su is dead, and he is already the first in the world.

With Gu Jun's arrogance, he will definitely not feel that he thinks too much.

And now.

His own methods were wiped out like this, how could he not be angry, staring at Sheng Sushuang viciously with a pair of eyes, this is not the first time, so he must have to do the nonsense that he has said more than once.

"Sheng Sushuang, do you think that with that bald donkey, we won't be able to kill you?"

What to ask?

Kill, you're going to kill.

Look.

The people of Yingdu City looked at it calmly, they were really blessed stars, and they were sent into the city by the heart lord Sheng Sushuang and escaped a catastrophe, and they were helped by gods and monks, and they escaped a catastrophe.

Good luck.

They must have thought that they were alive, which is why their eyes fell on Gu Jun's face so calmly.

Look.

Sheng Sushuang was also calmly looking at Gu Jun s gritted teeth, do you have any other anti-heaven means to hide, you are a thief, and the door to steal has already been opened, so continue to steal.

The thief has long gone mad.

So he roared like crazy.

"Ah~~. ”

Gu Jun roared in his mouth, raised his palm, and suddenly grasped it on the Xuanyuan sword, this side moved, and the eight formations stood up and saw shadows, just below the formation diagram, those tentacles that were repelled by the Buddha's light poured out again.

Do?

Stealing.

Murder.

Do?

Gu Jun, are you blind?

A Zen monk is standing there, and he will watch you take and kill people without regard for it, and it is impossible for him to be compassionate.

Yingdu City, there are gods and monks, which can be guaranteed.

Heaven and earth are so big, who said that Gu Jun must steal here?

The tentacles that evolved from the eight arrays, the moment they gushed out, all pierced vertically, and in the soil, they continued to swirl and derive, and the rivers and mountains trembled.

The devil's hand is longer.

The devil's heart is even more ruthless.

Rabbits don't eat the grass on the edge of the nest, although Gu Jun and they really want to eat the fat and oily meat of Yingdu, but He Nai has a nail interspersed there.

He was so sharp that they couldn't get their mouth shut.

I have no choice but to look at the world.

Look at it.

The monk and the monk are looking at it, how can he not care about the world in his heart, seeing the eight formations of the dragon, the Buddha also has fire, the Buddha does not lack the protector to know, the face is angry, the hand of the nine tin demon pestle slashed, and immediately a Buddha light into the entire plane spread out.

The nemesis of the defilement of the light of grandeur and holiness.

"Huh~~. ”

Gu Jun's mouth was sharp, but his face was abruptly raised, his face was full of pleading, his eyes were full of humility, and his eyes were actually stained with tears, and he cried sadly: "Zun, help us." ”

Respect?

Who?

"Whew~. ”

Strands of silk thread.

Red line bewitchment.