On the mountain road of Langya Mountain, Ding Peng walked to the top of the mountain with Murong Di with empty eyes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Between the mountain roads, the disciples of the Shura Hall shuttle up and down endlessly, and the Shura Hall at this time is prosperous, because the first master of the rivers and lakes is the disciple of the Shura Palace, so many reborn warriors choose to join the Shura Palace.

Along the way, although they have been getting along for a while, Murong Di is still not used to standing next to Ding Peng, the indifference and indifference on Ding Peng's face make Murong Di feel that he is just a dispensable existence all the time, and this feeling makes him very uncomfortable.

Ding Peng, who was leading the way in front, suddenly asked without looking back; "Do you think there is really such a thing as fate in this world?"

Murong Di was stunned; "There should be, right? Isn't there the attribute of blessing? ”

"Fortune is aimed at NPCs, I mean between us human warriors...... Is there fate? ”

"What exactly does Elder Ding want to say?" Murong Di looked at Ding Peng suspiciously;

Ding Peng turned around suddenly, looking straight at Murong Di with a vacant gaze; "When I was on Earth, a woman in a white dress rescued me, and a few months after that, I met a woman in the same dress in the Pangea world, what is the probability that the two of them are the same person?"

This is the first time Murong Di has heard Ding Peng say such a long paragraph, and after understanding Ding Peng's words, Murong Di smiled;

"If it's just to meet a person wearing the same clothes, it's still possible, after all, white dresses are very ordinary, but if these two people are the same person......" Murong Di smiled; Even if you really meet by chance, the probability that the other party is still wearing the same clothes as when they were on Earth is too low. ”

Murong Di spread his hands; "Two things with such a low probability actually happened at the same time, unless someone deliberately arranged it, I can't think of any conclusions......"

Ding Peng looked at Murong Di in silence for a long time, and the other party also smiled at Yu Zhi, and finally Ding Peng nodded, turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain, asking casually;

"You came to me to help join the Shura Temple, do the people in the gang know?"

Murong Di nodded; "Of course, which sect to choose after being reborn, I discussed with the brothers in the gang, and finally decided to come to you for help."

Ding Peng said "oh" and stopped talking.

Ding Peng, as the chief disciple of the Shura Palace, rarely returned to the Shura Palace, and rarely had contact with his fellow disciples in the sect.

When the hall master of the Shura Hall saw Ding Peng, he laughed a few times; "Okay, you are worthy of being the chief disciple of my Shura Palace, and this murderous aura is in line with the style of my Shura Palace!"

Ding Peng said with a pale face; "Introduce a new person to the ......"

The hall master of the Shura Hall touched the blood jade wrench on the thumb of his right hand and said casually; "Since it's the person you brought, of course there's no problem, call a disciple to do it, and have something to say to you for the teacher."

Ding Peng nodded, and after Murong Di was taken away by another Shura Hall disciple, the Shura Hall Master continued;

"Now that my Shura Hall is popular, I have heard about it as a teacher, and this is entirely because of your reputation in the rivers and lakes, but those self-proclaimed and righteous old bald donkeys of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple are actually against my Shura Temple everywhere, and the teacher wants you to lead your disciples to attack the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple!"

Ding Peng frowned and thought about it, and nodded expressionlessly; "To what extent?"

A bloody light flashed in the eyes of the hall master of the Shura Palace, and he said in a gloomy manner; "Kill them until they don't dare to go against me again!"

The Lord of the Shura Temple; From today on, the Shura Hall and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple are in a state of war, and every time one of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is killed, they can get the corresponding sect prestige, and all the disciples of the Shura Temple are expected to fight bravely to kill the enemy!

The hall master of the Shura Hall looked at Ding Peng with eager eyes; "Originally, I was still hesitating, those wastes outside are useless, they alone can't do it at all, now that the teacher has seen you, don't let the teacher down."

"Yes, master!"

Ding Peng replied lightly, then turned around and walked out of the main hall, and the hall master of the Shura Hall looked at Ding Peng's back and nodded with satisfaction.

The rivers and lakes are chaotic again, the killing of the wealthy and the common people, and the opposition between the sect and the sect is also mixed in it, the whole rivers and lakes are killing people almost everywhere, for various purposes, the atmosphere is infectious, in such an atmosphere, almost everyone has become bloodthirsty and killing, and the warriors are shouting;

"This is the rivers and lakes!"

"This is the blood of the rivers and lakes!"

Ding Peng led tens of thousands of disciples of the Shura Hall to block in front of the gate of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple for ten days, which made Ding Peng feel slightly strange that Dichen had not appeared, and glanced at his murderous value, which was as high as 520,000 unconsciously.

"Big devil, come out and die!"

A sturdy bald monk roared angrily, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he quickly rushed towards Ding Peng with a ring knife in his hand.

Ding Peng turned to the person with empty eyes, only to see a golden light flashing on the ring knife, slashing towards Ding Peng, Ding Peng dodged and dodged, and casually threw out a flaming whip to entangle the bald monk;

"Ahh

The bald monk screamed in pain, but he didn't care about the scorching flames on his body, and his footsteps still chased Ding Peng firmly, his eyes full of hatred, staring at the expressionless figure;

"Poof!"

An iron claw suddenly penetrated out of the bald monk's chest, the bald monk slowly fell to the ground unwillingly, and a little boy's face came out in front of Ding Peng's eyes, the boy's face was filled with a happy smile, Ding Peng nodded to the boy, and the little boy grinned even happier, revealing a pair of sharp little tiger teeth, and touched his head shyly.

The little boy's name is Desert, he is a newcomer who has joined the Shura Hall not long ago, his cultivation is not high, and there is always a bewildering smile on a baby face.

Ding Peng just knew him for a few days, the little boy said that he admired Ding Peng very much, so he has been following Ding Peng these days, Ding Peng has seen the boy kill, Ding Peng can see that he is really enjoying the process of killing, a pair of iron claws are tightly buckled on his wrists, and the tips of the claws are dripping blood drop by drop at this time.

Looking up at the sky, Ding Peng said to the little boy; "I'm leaving."

There was a hint of doubt on the little boy's face; "Where to go? Are you going to kill other sects? ”

Ding Peng shook his head; "It's been a few days and there's something that has to be done."

The little boy smiled and nodded; "Oh, okay, I'll wait for you here?"

"You go back to the sect, the prestige of the sect these days should be enough for you to learn the martial arts of the Shura Hall Town Sect, remember, you are still very weak now, if you want to kill, you first need to have the ability to match."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." The little boy was still laughing;

Ding Peng waved his hand, stretched out his left hand and put two fingers to his mouth, whistled loudly, and a huge golden eagle screamed and fell from the sky.

The golden eagle spread its wings and skimmed low in front of the mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and naughtily spewed out a purple thunderbolt, where the thunder light passed was a scorched earth, and the monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple shouted loudly and avoided one after another.

"Kill!"

The disciples of the Shura Hall shouted loudly and rushed towards the group of great monks;

Looking down at the dense crowd of people who were killing on the ground, Ding Peng sighed slightly in his heart, this is the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes of killing, no one can avoid being caught in this whirlpool, including himself, is just a person struggling in this whirlpool......