In the Tiandu Continent, Xiaochan Temple is located in the extreme west of the Star Picking Empire, and there are few people in the desolate Gobi Desert, but it is a place where many monks are fascinated. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Master, how long will it take to get to the Little Zen Temple? It's been more than a month. ”

Yan Wuwu's robe was whirring in the wind and sand, and he shook the sand and dust on his robe, where birds don't, there is not even a ghost shadow.

The floating air permeated with dry hot air that blew on the face like a scrub.

"It's almost there, hurry up with a hammer!"

Master Zhaoyang did not have the slightest discomfort with the wind and dust here, but some old gods were there.

Looking at Master Zhaoyang's expression, Yan Wuwu clenched his fist and was about to explode, Didn't you say that Xiaochan Temple used to be Huguo Temple, why was it built in such a broken place.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, where is this place broken, wait until you reach the small Zen temple, and your eyes will be shocked."

"Ouch, little brother, I haven't seen any big scenes, your small Zen temple can still be built on the golden mountain."

"Hehe, when you get to the place, I'll see what else you can say."

"Hmph, let's talk about it when we get there, isn't it just a temple~"

Master Zhaoyang turned over on the horse neatly, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and the horse galloped, as if he had turned a deaf ear to Yan Wuwu's words, and with a force between his legs, the horse ran faster.

I don't know how long it took, but just when Yan Wuwu was drowsy, the horse stopped.

The drums of war thundered, the trumpets blew frequently, and the roar gradually died down under a blazing battle.

The smell of blood in the floating air, so strong and alarming, confirmed that a terrible battle had just taken place here.

The sky is vast, shrouding the land that has been stained with the blood of countless people, and under the fiery red sun, the large expanses of bright red are even more shocking.

The moment Yan Wuwu opened his eyes, he only felt a strong bloody breath coming to his nose.

Subconsciously struggling to sit up, his brain still in a state of chaos, looking around, the vast wasteland was strewn with corpses and rivers of blood, the ground was full of mutilated armored limbs, banners and swords, and many wounded horses were dying, and from time to time let out a mournful neigh.

Not far away, there seemed to be people shouting and fighting, and the screams kept coming. The twilight is heavy, the cold wind is blowing, and the whole picture is weird and terrifying, like the Shura field under hell, and even ten times more terrifying than the Shura field.

Yan Wuwu "chuckled" in his heart, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and exclaimed: What's the situation?

"It's not good, something happened to Xiaozen Temple!"

Master Zhaoyang looked into the distance with a deep face.

Looking at the blood-stained earth in front of him, almost every corpse was dry or mutilated, which showed what a terrible thing it carried when he died.

Although he said that he had done everything in the previous life, he had done everything to kill people and set fires, but in such a large-scale bloody battle, Yan Wuwu, who was still shocked, could not calm down for a long time.

"Master, what are we going to do?"

Yan Wuwu cautiously looked around, and there were bursts of shouts of killing in the distance, proving that the battle nearby was not over.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to take you to the Little Zen Temple this time." Master Zhaoyang's pale eyebrows furrowed, looking at the red blood cells in the distance, and said in a deep voice: Remember what I said below, and be sure to tell the eldest grandson to forget the feelings.

Looking up at Master Zhaoyang with a serious face, Yan Wuwu nodded suddenly: Don't worry, the master taught me the magic power of Buddhism, and I should repay the favor.

Although Yan Wuwu was only a four or five-year-old child, his dangerous and solemn appearance at this time made Master Zhaoyang feel a strong sense of trust in his heart, and said in a low voice: Good boy, tell the eldest grandson to forget her feelings, the ancient corpse emperor has been resurrected, and she will know what to do.

"What about you, Master?"

Yan Wuwu also saw the blood cells in the distance at this time, just by taking a look, a majestic murderous aura made his eyes hurt, and he hurriedly closed his eyes and turned his head.

Master Zhaoyang took out a Zen staff and handed it to Yan Wuwu's hand, "I want to go back to Xiaozen Temple, this Zen staff will be given to you, and there is a cultivation manual for meditation seals in it.

Looking at the Zen staff in his hand, this old monk would not want to be alone, he hurriedly said: Master, you might as well go back with me, and then bring someone back.

"Someone must contain this demon, don't worry, he can't help me."

As he spoke, Master Zhaoyang jumped up, wrapped around the Buddha's words and scriptures, like a Buddha, with great momentum.

"Time is tight, let's go, if you delay a little longer, more people may die."

Looking at the distant figure of Master Zhaoyang, Yan Wuwu turned over and got on his horse, and the ground under his feet was already dark red with blood.

Before Yan Wuwu could run, a white light flashed in front of him, and a cold big knife that was still dripping with blood was placed on his neck.

A man's rough voice sounded behind him: "Who are you?"

Yan Wuwu's heart was cold, and he reacted very quickly and exclaimed: "Be merciful under the knife!" ”

I haven't figured out what the situation is, so I can't just wipe someone's neck, right?

Yan Wuwu slowly turned around, and couldn't help but be stunned! There have always been only fighting generals on the battlefield, how can there be a woman here?

Or a beauty who captivates the country and the city? The woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old, her eyebrows were like Yuandai, her lips were red, her skin was like jade, and her big clear eyes were as smart as water, which made her delicate facial features a little more vivid, like a fairy in the world, and the appearance of the unknown situation at the moment was even more cute.

There are also strange clothes worn by women, a white fabric such as a gauze skirt, which is very tight, perfectly outlining the woman's delicate curves, and revealing delicate collarbones and snow-white arms, which is diametrically opposed to the conservative style of this era, giving people a strong sense of visual impact.

Yan Wuwu couldn't help but breathe, although she had read countless women in her past and present lives, such a perfect woman was really rare.

The woman blinked, and at a glance she knew that she had never seen the world, and the beauty had not seen it?

Plop - another sound of a heartbeat.

The woman holding the knife suddenly shook her hand, and Yan Wuwu's heart instantly rose to her throat.

Who are you? The woman's voice was a little hoarse, but very seductive.

"I'm just a passing kid." Yan Wuwu replied blankly, still staring at her beautiful little face and couldn't take her eyes off.

"Passing by? This kid is only five or six years old, maybe he is a special spy of the enemy army, escort him back to the camp and let the archmage interrogate! The woman said loudly.

Hearing this, the soldiers immediately woke up.

"Yes, how can a child be on the battlefield?"

"Maybe it's really a spy ......"

A few small soldiers discussed, and then without hesitation, they came up and tied up Yan Wuhua. Seeing that the bright knife left his neck, he breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time his hand was tied again, and shouted: "Hey, a few adults have something to say, don't be impulsive, I'm still a child...... What are you doing here......"

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