The people of Chengtian Pavilion are angry.

Of course, there were also those who were surprised that the armor was really stolen that night.

There are not many people who know that Chengtian Pavilion has forged fake armor.

And the people who knew that the real armor was taken away that night, and the fake armor remained, no more than ten.

"When did the Immovable God King wear it?"

"Didn't see it just now? How? ”

The surrounding Jianghu people also looked puzzled.

The news that the demon monk stole the Immovable God King is, in a sense, truly confirmed.

It has been spread like this since the beginning, although the reason for the spread is not that everyone has assumed this fact.

It's not too surprising to see it now.

They were amazed, when did this demon monk put on his armor?

Wasn't it a black big just now? Why did you change your outfit all of a sudden? Could it be that the Immovable God King was buried in the ground in advance, and he took it out and put it on at the last moment?

That's too fast, isn't it?

"I see."

The storyteller's eyes narrowed, and he understood what was going on.

As a master who was "appointed" by the reversed universe, everyone looked at the storyteller and waited for him to solve his doubts.

"The holy monk was dressed as the Immovable God King from the beginning, but he covered it up with the illusion of the Colorful Immortal Aya." The storyteller's tone was firm.

"That's right!" The people of the rivers and lakes suddenly realized.

The illusion of the colorful fairy is fake and true, everyone still knows.

"It's despicable!"

"It's really insidious, at the beginning I said that I wouldn't take holy soldiers, so that's the case."

Some unconvinced people muttered quietly and found a breakthrough, but did not dare to speak loudly.

This discovery proves that the Fourth-Degree Demon Monk is not as powerful as he just appeared.

At least he also defeated the Holy Soldier with the Holy Soldier, not as outrageous as defeating the Fallen Ying Sword God who was holding the Soul Separation Sword with his bare hands.

From "I don't believe it can't be" to "Oh, I see, understandable".

Even the idea of "that's how it was born".

"It's a pity."

The storyteller sighed in his heart that for him, the legend of the story dropped a notch.

Basically, it's another hating god-king.

But this is enough, the position of the world's number one master has changed hands, and eight of the nine holy soldiers have gathered together.

This is something that no one can do.

Compared with the hatred of the gods and the destruction of Buddhism back then, it is much more difficult, and it is something worth writing about.

Besides, there may really be secrets among the holy soldiers.

Otherwise, this Tang Xuanzang probably wouldn't be obsessed with collecting holy soldiers.

If he wants to reign in the rivers and lakes, in fact, one or three holy soldiers is really enough.

As soon as the order is issued, I don't know how many people from the rivers and lakes will come to settle down and develop, and within ten years, it will become the fifth holy land.

And it is a holy place that is stronger than the four holy places.

The uncrowned king of martial arts.

"Holy Monk." Thinking of this, the storyteller spoke, "This fan is yours." ”

Simply threw the fan in his hand at Tang Luo.

Tang Luo stretched out his hand and caught the fan, which felt very light in his hand, like a feather.

Rolling upside down, opening the fan and waving, the yin wind is blowing, and the wind is raging, which makes people shudder.

A group of people stared at the storyteller.

You just gave up?

Although the Demon Monk used the Immovable God King to block those explosive crossbow arrows, who knows if he was already injured?

With everyone side by side, maybe there is hope?

Why are you kneeling so fast, bastard! Bury all our hopes!

Facing the questioning and dissatisfied eyes around him, the storyteller smiled freely: "The old man really only knows some light skills, or the holy soldiers help a lot, and the martial arts are really not high." ”

He's really just a storyteller.

The martial arts are mediocre, the light skills are good, and with the blessing of the reversing of the universe, the light skills are extremely high.

But that's about it.

It's not the hidden boss in many stories in his mouth, and his strength is extraordinary.

The storyteller doesn't have any fighting heart, he just wants to compile his "One Hundred and Eight Stars" and experience some more major events in his lifetime.

In the future, if there is no rewinding in the future, he probably won't be able to be the same as before - the rivers and lakes are so big, I want to go and see it.

But it doesn't matter, because he is not young anymore, and today's battle of Tianhe Valley is the last time he will personally participate in it, and he will look around.

After the end, he will find a quiet place, sort out all the things he has experienced over the years, and write the story of this generation.

In this river and lake, there will be one hundred and eight bright stars.

Tiankui Star, White-haired Saint (Demon) Monk, Tang Xuanzang.

Tiangang Star, Luoying Sword God, Ye Bieli......

will show them one by one in his pen and mouth.

There is always a story for posterity to see.

"Holy monk, can the secret of the holy soldier be true?" That's what the storyteller is most concerned about right now.

Even Zhu Shenfu, who had been unconscious just now, struggled and looked at Tang Luo.

The people of Chengtian Pavilion were ready to do their best.

But the demon monk didn't mean to do anything to them at all, and it wasn't for them to step forward, and it wasn't for them to go.

If you can't beat it, if you go, you will definitely not be able to leave if you look at the ill-intentioned gaze of the Jade Dragon Prince.

Tang Luo didn't answer, the armor on his body lifted by itself, and flew to the side of the other holy soldiers, and he was still "holding" the upside-down Qiankun in the armor and gloves.

Behind it, the colorful fairy silk fluttered, exuding light.

Ao Yulie walked over and stabbed the Black Flame Demon Knife in his hand into the ground, along with the other holy soldiers.

Black Flame Demon Knife, Immovable God King.

Rewinding Qiankun, colorful fairy silk.

The earth shattered the mountains, and the thousands of years have passed.

Soul Departure, Coiling Dragon.

Eight holy soldiers gathered here, but the shepherd's whip never appeared.

"No response?" Ao Yulie looked at the eight holy soldiers, thinking about whether to have some external stimulation.

The faint brilliance on the colorful immortal silk suddenly burst out, and the light completely enveloped all the holy soldiers.

All the holy soldiers shook.

In the next breath, all the holy soldiers flew into the sky, spinning in the colorful light.

This scene made everyone concentrate and stare intently, for fear of missing any bit of detail.

What will be a lifetime of regret.

Soon, the light became dazzling, except for a few people with profound skills to protect their eyes, everyone else no longer looked directly at the holy soldiers in mid-air, squinted their eyes regardless of the pain, and forcibly looked at them.

In the light.

The eight holy soldiers turned into light, and they converged in the middle, and the shape of a nail rake was faintly visible.

And, it seems, the rake, is going to fly somewhere.

It was just formed in less than a few breaths, and just flew a few meters away.

The nine-toothed nail rake directly "shattered", re-transformed into eight holy soldiers, and fell to the ground.

A clanging sound.

The light dissipated, and the nine holy soldiers were scattered around, and some even fell directly into the crowd.

"Nail rake?"

"Eight Holy Soldiers, no, is it nine Holy Soldiers that can form one?"

"Holy soldiers from the same origin?"

The eyes of a group of people were red, swollen, and tearful, like a group of filial sons who had just cried and mourned.

The eight holy soldiers gathered together and barely reunited in a short time, but they were unstable.

So, what about the Nine Holy Soldiers?

Surely it can be stable, right?

Looking at the way it looked just now, it seemed like it was about to fly somewhere.

Could it be the place where the Holy Soldier was born?

What will be there? More holy soldiers, or—immortals?

A whole new world that opens its doors to everyone.

The Holy Soldier who falls by his side and is close at hand becomes the key to a new world.

"Kill!"

Zhu Shen snorted violently.

I have experienced all the hardships of the world, and I have also enjoyed the glory and wealth of the world, and I have experienced all this experience.

Now, there is only one very simple wish, to live!

One year, two years, ten years, fifty years, one hundred years!

Just want to live! Is this excessive? Not too much at all.

The Heavenly Guards surrounding him immediately pounced on the nearest Saint Soldier.

This act is like a little spark igniting a powder keg.

It broke out violently, and a tragic scuffle and fighting began.

Just now, the holy soldiers were under the control of the demon monks, and no one dared to be the first bird, it was cannon fodder who would die.

But now it's different.

As long as the Holy Soldier is in hand, there is a chance!

Even the two of them in the Moon Palace were no exception, and it was reasonable for them to recapture the holy soldiers at this time.

Only the sword boy protected the injured Ye Bieli and retreated.

The sword god did not participate, and no one had the brains to do anything to him.

The storyteller wittily jumped onto a jutting rock, trying to lay his body flat and keep it low.

His gaze swept over a group of people who had fallen into a frenzied fight, and he let out a soft breath.

The battle between Tang Luo and Ye Bieli just now made many people lose their weapons and now fight the enemy with their fists and feet.

The Jade Dragon Prince, the Red Fairy, and the Wild Arhat also joined the competition.

Interestingly, these holy soldiers seem to have lost their amazing power for the time being.

Some of them were lucky enough to grab the holy soldiers, and instead of killing the Quartet, they were suddenly besieged and died extremely miserably.

The storyteller's gaze swept over, and when he turned his head to look, his face suddenly changed.

I saw the white-haired monk standing in a miserable "battlefield", with an area vacant in the middle.

Even in the fierce battle, everyone at least kept their sanity and did not provoke Tang Luo.

Unlike the Sword God Master and Apprentice who took the initiative to retreat, Tang Luo just stood quietly, looking at the hunting ground in front of him.

Put your hands together in front of your chest, as if you are worshipping the Buddha.

"Demon Monk, Holy Monk ......"

The storyteller whispered, peaceful, indifferent, unconventional, and out of place with his surroundings.

It made his back feel inexplicably cold.

Holy monk? Demon Monk?

For a while, storytellers couldn't accurately describe this white-haired monk, a demon, and a saint?

Or is it God?

As if sensing the storyteller's gaze, Tang Luo turned his head to look at him, smiled, and stretched out his right hand, holding it weakly.

The Black Flame Demon Knife, which had just fallen into the hands of one person, was suddenly out of this person's grasp and was held in Tang Luo's hand.

Slowly raising his hand and looking at the knife with the black lotus gauntlet, Tang Luo's gaze did not fall on anyone.

"Amitabha."

A Buddha horn came out, and Tang Luo walked forward slowly, "Your donors are greedy, hateful, and stupid, and they are full of three poisons, six impurities, and karma. ”

"Poor Monk...... Kill people and karma, accumulate merits, and make you a 'Buddha'. ”

The brilliant sword light bloomed a black-red lotus flower in the crowd.

Said the Cryptic Whisperer

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