Yes, it's raining in Kyoto City, which has been dry for a long time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The rain seemed to come from no reason, and the green gas that filled the city melted away like snow and the sun when it met the rain, and the occasional flames in the city were also extinguished.

The rain fell on the floating earth, and a breath that seemed to come from the desolate times poured irrepressibly into the nostrils of passers-by, stretching the nerves of people for as long as this time.

Tired.

Yan Chixia felt that all the bones of his limbs were protesting, and tiredness continued to spread from the bottom of his heart.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. ”

He recited the name of the god lightly, and the heavens were glorious, but no one answered.

This rain is not the salvation of the gods, those who are high up in the sky do not know when they have stopped responding to the world, perhaps, they have been busy, busy to take care of themselves. Or maybe they're long gone.

This rain originated from Pudu Cihang.

Yan Chixia looked at Pudu Cihang, who fell to the ground and was silent, and saluted silently in her heart.

The black gas that erupted from Pudu Cihang's mouth was transformed by its essence and blood, and it was spitting into the air non-stop, everyone thought that it was trying to kill Mo Xie and then quickly, but in fact, its target was not Mo Ye at all.

It's spewing essence into the 'sky' itself.

It's not a dragon, but it's already on the road to dragonhood, and as long as it's willing to pay a certain price, it's nothing to call for wind and rain.

It is it that summons the rain.

It's just that...... What is this for?

Save the city from the spread of poison gas?

When Pudu Cihang was still in the body of the Golden Buddha and violently opened the way all the way, it didn't hurt people's lives. And even earlier, the monks in Huguo Temple, whose brains were hollowed out by insects, proved Pudu Cihang's attitude towards human life.

It wouldn't be so kind to save people!

It is for its own sake.

Yes, it is indeed dead, but it is only this world that is dead.

Buddha cultivation in the next life, how to say that Pudu Cihang has also controlled the existence of the golden body of the Buddha, and its understanding of life and death and reincarnation is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

Whether it is to lead the heavy rain to save the people of the next city, or to try its best to save Yan Chixia, it is just for its own calculation - to accumulate merits, so as not to be reincarnated in the next life.

It has done a lot of evil in this life, and only it knows how much of a role this act can play, and it thinks it is worth it, so it does it.

In order to turn into a dragon, it can regard a country as a mustard, and it is not unthinkable to see itself as a mustard in the next life, but it is only itself that can know exactly the motives of all this, Yan Chixia is still more or less grateful in the face of the rain that fell from the sky and Pudu Cihang, who saved his life a moment ago.

So he folded his hands and recited the name of the god and the sutra of the dead.

"Ahhh

Maybe Pudu Cihang has done too much evil in his life, Yan Chixia's recitation of the Sutra of Past Life was interrupted before it was halfway recited, and the fat monk's painful cry like killing a pig resounded in the sky.

Under the rain curtain, in the mud all over the ground, the obese monk dragged a broken leg and limped, ran towards the Zen stick in three steps, and only halfway through the run, he couldn't run, and the whole person fell to the ground crying for his father and mother.

He turned out to be just an ordinary fat monk, but he didn't know how to get the golden dragon Zen staff to get a rich body, at this moment the dragon staff fell into the dust, and then did not respond to his call, he panicked, like a little daughter-in-law who was 'taken care of' by dozens of big men at the same time.

The fat monk's cry was so piercing that even Yan Chixia couldn't chant under this noise, so you could get a glimpse of it from now on. It's just that Yan Chixia doesn't have the strength to manage the fat monk at this time, otherwise he will definitely give the fat monk two words:

"Noise!"

A voice sounded from the sky, and the fat monk suddenly flew out sideways, and a large footprint was deeply imprinted on his face.

"Mo Daoyou?"

Yan Chixia almost couldn't believe her eyes, far away, Mo Ye fell to the ground, one of his feet still maintained the posture of kicking out, looking at his complexion, the injury on his body was actually healed?

"Ahhh

I have to say that people are fat and there are actually some advantages, let's just say that the defense of this fat layer, although Mo Ye's kick is not deliberately forced, it is enough to kick through the general wall, but the fat monk is not a big problem, and he is still crying wolf.

"Made, the skin is thick enough, come on, come on, and see if my sword can pierce your face!"

Mo Ye seemed to be extremely angry, he directly took out the Huolin Sword, and was about to greet the fat monk with his head and face.

"Damn! Labor and management hack you to death, you bastard!"

Mo Xie did have the intention of killing the other party, and the trick in his hand was also true, but when a sword was cut out and fell on the other party, he didn't see blood.

"Oh! You're still wearing a treasure robe?!"

He stomped the fat monk to the ground.

"A strong man spares his life!

The fat monk has no power to fight back at all, all he has been relying on is his magic weapon, and at this moment the dragon staff has been lost, not to mention Mo Xie, he is not an opponent even if he is an ordinary adult.

He begged for mercy loudly, but Mo Xie turned a deaf ear as if he had a hatred for killing his father and taking his wife.

"One stack of swords to eight swords!"

Mo Xie swung out a sword, and the buzzing sword roared so that the raindrops around him scattered diagonally.

"Whew!"

The fat monk couldn't avoid this sword even if his hands and feet were free, not to mention that he was trampled under Mo Xie at this moment.

"Robes save me!"

In the moment of life and death, he shouted out such a sentence loudly.

"Huh!"

The golden robe he was wearing moved in response, and with a wave of his fat sleeves, it actually caught Mo Ye's sword.

The tremor that can break through the strength is dissolved in the soft sleeves.

"Fireball!"

Mo Ye's strain was very fast, and in an instant, more than a dozen fireballs fell down on his face.

The two sleeves of the robe were rolled up on Mo Ye's sword, and the fireballs smashed into the fat monk's face unimpeded.

As the saying goes, 'you don't hit people in the face', and when you come up, you greet people in the face, which is really vicious.

It is impossible for a colored pen that can break a leg from the roof of a bungalow to have the strength to catch a fireball in his face, so the fat monk swallowed his breath without surprise, and his head was burned to the ground.

Losing his master, the two sleeves of the robe instantly softened, Mo Ye pulled out the sword from it, and a few seconds later, after the fat monk's life, the robe on his body also reached Mo Ye's hand.

"Human-headed dog!"

Killing people and snatching treasures, Mo Xie was not enough, he kicked the fat monk into the bottomless crack made by Pudu Cihang, and finally scolded fiercely.

How much of a feud is this?