Sou!!

With Xiao Yuanwang's exit into a chapter, killing the three thousand armor soldiers who rushed up, a phantom appeared behind everyone.

Looking up, the figures behind these people are all veterans of a hundred battles who died in battle.

The armor on some people's bodies, even the ancient armor of the Qin and Han dynasties, the armor is broken and the spear is broken, you can imagine what kind of hard battles they have experienced.

With the bonus of Xiao Yuanwang, these armor soldiers, who were originally city soldiers and lacked training, seemed to have changed their appearance one by one.

Each of them felt that they had inexhaustible strength, and the killing skills on various battlefields were ready to use, just like the elite armor soldiers of a hundred battles in the yellow sand.

Rumble!!

It was just a collision, and the armor soldiers who had been painstakingly trained by the White Lotus Sect were scattered by this group of old soldiers who guarded the city gate all day.

The generals of the White Lotus Sect who commanded the battle saw it, and they only felt that they were facing a strong Qin tough team, and the difference in quality between the two sides was obvious.

"Haha, it's worthy of being a soldier in the army, admire, admire..."

When Fang Qiong and Ma Junru saw it, they stroked their palms and smiled, and then looked at each other and said, "Let's make a move too, otherwise the three monks won't last long." ”

"Okay, I'll come first..."

Ma Junru smiled heartily and said with a smile: "The rat has skin, but the person has no etiquette, and the person has no etiquette, what is the point of not dying?"

The rat has teeth, the man is endless, the human is endless, why not die?

The rat has a body, the person is rude, the person is rude, why not die quickly?

Why don't you die quickly, die quickly, die..."

"The Book of Poetry, the Wind Chapter, the Mouse..."

Wang Xu, who was standing on the marching boat, looked at Ma Junru who was chanting poetry with bright colors in his eyes.

Xiang Mouse is a famous article in the Book of Poetry, and those who are familiar with the Four Books and the Five Classics are all memorized backwards.

The meaning of this article is very simple, it is also very funny, and it is even a little funny: look at the mouse with a skin, but see that someone has no dignity.

But I saw that someone had no prestige, why didn't he die!

Look at the mouse with teeth, but see that there is no shame in someone.

But I saw that some people are shameless, and when will they live and not die!

And behold, the rat had limbs, but he saw that some people did not know how to behave.

But when I see someone who doesn't understand etiquette, why don't you die quickly!

This poem, which is included in the Book of Songs, is very interesting, especially the translation, which can even make people laugh.

However, there was one person who didn't laugh, and that was the Lord of the Mora Sutra.

The Lord of the Mora Sutra who was fighting was originally a master of evil ways, and to this day I don't know how many people he has killed and how many things he has done with a bad conscience.

As soon as I heard Ma Junru's poems, my heart was in a trance, and I suddenly felt pain from my heart.

If you don't practice etiquette, you will only be brave and ruthless, and what you practice in this way is not at all with animals.

Practicing like this, it's really better to die, and with such a notoriety outside, what face do I have to see my hometown father again?

After thinking about it, the Lord of the Demon Sutra suddenly felt remorseful, looked up to the sky and shouted: "I don't cultivate good fruits in my life, I only love to kill people and set fires, and suddenly open the golden rope, and tear off the jade lock here!" ”

Bang!!

After singing, the Lord of the Mora Sutra collected the mana, locked his throat with the golden hook in his hand, and snorted.

The Kapok Sutra Master beside him, before he could react, was splashed with hot blood, and when he looked up, the Demon Sutra Master actually committed suicide.

"Are you crazy?"

The Kapok Sutra Lord was shocked, and looked at the Demon Luo Sutra Master Yuan Shen who came out of the corpse after committing suicide, with an incredible expression.

"How did I die, who killed me?"

After the physical death, the primordial spirit of the Lord of the Demon Sutra flew out and turned into a half-inch-tall villain, standing on the corpse and jumping to his feet, not knowing what was happening at all.

"Extinguish..."

Ma Junru laughed, and when he opened his mouth, it was a word of extinction.

In an instant, a gust of yin wind blew, and the water and fire that had already been polished by the Yuan Shen were inviolable, and the Lord of the Demon Luo Sutra, who traveled 30,000 miles a day, as soon as the Yuan Shen encountered this yin wind, it was like a fast knife cutting meat, and he suddenly screamed in pain.

"You've been broken in the flesh, retreat!"

When the rest of the people saw this scene, they secretly hated that the Lord of the Demon Luo Sutra was not strong, and at the same time, they separated two people to resist the yin wind for him.

The Lord of the Demon Luo Sutra was so frightened that he was almost distracted, knowing that if the body died, he would die, and he could still use the Yuan Shen to take it away, and it would not be many years before he could start again.

If the original god is destroyed, then it will really be silent, and if you want to be reincarnated again, you can't do it, and the only end is that your soul will be scattered.

"What a rotten man, I have written down this hatred."

The primordial spirit of the Lord of the Mora Sutra turned into a retreat and went straight into the distance.

"Extinguish!"

"Don't think!"

Ma Junru took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the two scripture masters who guarded the Demon Luo Sutra Master did not give him this opportunity at all, and they blasted Ma Junru's extinction words away from him.

Seriously, Da Confucian is only a fifth-order, and it is not so easy to kill a master of the same level.

The Lord of the Demon Sutra was only a monk halfway, and in the past, as an evil cultivator who did not cultivate his mind, his mind was not strong, so he would be drunk to break the Dao heart and commit suicide.

Replaced by several other scripture masters, under the scrupulous heart, Ma Junru couldn't help it for a while, if he had to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, he had to put himself on it.

"What a pity!"

Ma Junru looked disappointed, raised his eyes and looked at the others, the three Dao Monarchs of the Shenxiao Sect were still casting spells, the three Arhats of Wutai Mountain were protecting the Dharma, and the other two Great Confucians were also restrained, and no one could create opportunities for him at all.

Could it be that such a good opportunity is going to watch the Lord of the Demon Luo Sutra slip away?

"Will be in the wine..."

When he was at a loss, the sound of chanting came from the sky.

Looking up, I saw Wang Xu standing on the bow of the boat, with a big sun behind him, singing: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns." ”

Thundered!!

In an instant, accompanied by the sound of chanting, a heavenly river fell from the nine heavens and swept towards the Lord of the Demon Luo Sutra who only escaped with the primordial spirit.

"What is this?"

The primordial spirit of the Lord of the Demon Luo Sutra was swept up by the water of the Yellow River, and the light on his body was suddenly forced and trapped in the water of the Yellow River.

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk."

Wang Xu stood proudly and spoke the second poem.

The poems blurted out did not dissipate at the moment, but turned into golden words and remained in the sky.

Under the golden light, green smoke lit up on the primordial god of the Lord of the Demon Sutra, and the primordial god, which was no different from a real person, visibly withered with the naked eye, and turned into a little old man in the blink of an eye.

"Ah, my body, my lifespan!"

The Lord of the Demon Luo Sutra was inexplicably frightened, and slammed left and right in the water of the Yellow River, trying to escape.

After failing to break through several times, the Lord of the Demon Luo Sutra did not dare to delay any longer, gritted his teeth and blew up a part of the Yuan Shen, and with the help of the power of the Yuan Shen self-explosion, he exploded the Yellow River and flew out half-dead.

"Hurry up, he's going to run away!"

"Haha, I can't leave."

Wang Xu smiled, didn't care about Wu Shan's urging at all, and continued to sing: "Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon, I am born to be useful, and the daughter will come back when it is gone..."

Thundered!!

Thousands of gold can come back when they are scattered, let alone the Lord of the Mora Sutra, or the water of the Yellow River.

In the next second, with the power of poetry, the Lord of the Mora Sutra returned, and at the same time, the water of the Yellow River returned, trapping him in it again, exactly the same as before.

"Boom! Burst! Burst! ”

The Lord of the Demon Luo Sutra is also a ruthless character, knowing Wang Xu's murderous intentions towards him, and also knowing the consequences of staying and not leaving.

For a while, evil was born to the side of the gall, and he didn't care about the weak Yuan Shen at all, because he couldn't escape at this time, and saying a thousand ways and ten thousand was also death.

I can't say, if the original spirit is destroyed, there will still be a glimmer of life.

"Anyway, you can't go."

Wang Xu held the golden book in his hand and sang again: "Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, you will have to drink three hundred cups, Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, the cup will not stop, and you will sing a song, please listen to it for me..."

Singing this, Wang Xu's face also had a drunken color: "The bell and drum food are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time."

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and horses, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you..."

With you, you will sell eternal sorrow, eternal sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow...

When the Lord of the Moluo Sutra heard it, how could he relieve his worries, only Du Kang, the wine had never failed me, how could I bear the wine in the cup.

Don't go, don't go, look at the Yellow River, the wine from the nine days, and get drunk today.

Grunt...

A bubble bubble bubbled up, and the Lord of the Demon Sutra instantly rose and fell, never coming up again.

The White Lotus Sect, the Lord of the Mora Sutra... Die.

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