In front of many monks, the fisherman repeated his words several times.

to prove that he was not lying.

On such a big occasion, it is impossible for a fisherman to lie, a casual cultivator, if he has a bad reputation, it is still the same sentence, unless the cultivation is really high.

Otherwise, it's really hard to mix.

Even Tu Xing, that martial madman, knew who to bully.

That's pretty much it, otherwise it's too ugly, and forcing the anglers to show up is more ugly in itself.

It's just that it's rare for many sects to work together once, and everyone won't say anything.

The rest is not easy to force.

Fishing is not an evil man, his contacts and friends are quite extensive, and his reputation is also good.

As a result, several heads of major factions appeared in person and had a cordial conversation with the fishermen, saying how could they not believe the fishermen in the East China Sea?

Hello everyone, hello to me, with a smile on my face.

After laughing, the fisherman ran away.

He didn't plan to stay and watch the excitement, he almost lost his own excitement last time.

I won't look at it this time, let's go quickly.

Before he could fly far, the angler suddenly heard a voice coming: "Donor, please stay!" ”

The fisherman's body shook, donor?

I rub!

Could it be that the white-haired demon monk ran out?

No way! I've been fishing all my life, how can I overturn?

He immediately adjusted a smile, turned around and said, "The master hasn't seen him for many days, and the wind is ......."

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

Rushing over there, where was the white-haired demon monk, but a group of bald heads.

Under the sun, the bald heads looked very glaring.

The bald head of the leader, dressed in white, handsome and extraordinary, just now he said, "Donor, please stay." ”

Although the voice was not the same as Tang Luo's, as soon as the fisherman heard the "donor", his body immediately shook, and he had to react.

"It turned out to be the Master of the Heartless ......" the angler arched his hand and swallowed the rest of the words back completely, his face cold.

Sure enough, the monk didn't have a good thing, and you almost scared me to death, you know!

Wuxin doesn't care about the coldness of the fishermen.

How can I say that the fishermen were forced to come over, and they would definitely not be in a good mood when they talked about things in front of everyone.

He can understand.

Of course, understanding is understanding, and what should be asked is still to be asked.

The Wuxin monk spoke directly: "May I ask the senior of Diaoao, there is indeed a monk in the Heavenly Demon Holy Land?" ”

His cultivation time is shorter than that of Ao Fisherman, and there is no problem in shouting a senior.

Moreover, his cultivation is more advanced than that of the fisherman, which makes him more respectful.

After all, as a monk, age is not very important, strength is the most important thing.

Only with strength can there be seniority.

"Yes." The fishermen don't know why, they don't know what this group of monks are running over for, "It's a high monk." ”

"Oh." The heartless monk nodded, "Dare to ask the seniors, what does the monk look like?" ”

"Gray hair, boy." This point has also been said by the fisherman, there is nothing to say.

"Sure enough."

Unintentionally showed an emotional expression.

"Huh?"

The angler was stunned for a moment, feeling a little strange.

"That should be the person who disappeared in my Fulong Temple many years ago, counting it, the poor monk is still his nephew."

“？？？”

The expression of the angler was wonderful for a while.

The monk who disappeared in Fulong Temple many years ago, I believe you are a ghost!

It turns out that you monks are so shameless, no wonder the heavenly demons said that they would hunt you down and kill you back then.

Good kill!

Except for a group of monks who were planted in the ground, what scene had he not seen fishing?

Almost instantly, I understood what the hell these monks of Fulong Temple were fighting.

They want a piece of the pie.

There is a monk who is making waves in the Heavenly Demon Holy Land, a good thing!

He definitely can't withstand the pressure of so many sects, and our Fulong Temple can come in happily to get a piece of the pie if we lend a hand at this time.

Help the monk fight against all the sects?

It's impossible, but he Fulong Temple can be adjusted in the center, as long as he has a name.

Then everyone sat down together and sat in a row to divide the fruits.

It can be regarded as making up for the regret that the disciples of Buddhism cannot meddle in the affairs of the Heavenly Demon Holy Land.

Wishful thinking is really good.

You don't have to pay anything, you can come and share the fruit.

"I see, farewell." The angler gave up his hand.

The white-haired demon monk is ruthless, and this group of bald donkeys is yin, and they can't afford to play.

"The donor stays." Unintentionally spoken.

If you have a question to ask, you can go to the seniors, and now you have become a donor again.

"Since the donor of the fishing bird has a relationship with my Fulong Temple monk, you might as well enter it-" Wuxin said, throwing out an olive branch.

It also adds another strength to them.

"Excuse me!" The angler dropped a sentence and ran away in an instant.

A group of greedy people, he doesn't want to be unlucky with these people.

Hey, why do you instinctively feel that these guys are going to be unlucky?

The fisherman shook his head and ran back to his East China Sea.

On the other side, many monks were still besieging the Heavenly Demon Holy Land.

For the time being, no one has entered, and the words of the fisherman have proved that the Heavenly Demon Holy Land has changed, and it is quite dangerous.

If you rush in, I am afraid that you will suffer.

No one wants to be the first bird.

And it's not just a matter of letting anyone in, at least you have to have a certain amount of cultivation, otherwise you will sink into the sea.

No feedback can be generated.

A group of famous factions got together, but instead formed a situation of mutual containment.

At such moments, Fulong Temple appeared.

Master Wuxin, the contemporary host, said that at this moment, the monk who occupies the Holy Land of Heavenly Demons is the remnant of his Fulong Temple many years ago, a poor monk.

Because he violated some precepts, he disappeared after betraying Fulong Temple.

This time, Fulong Temple came, and was willing to personally capture this fang under the witness of various major sects, in the name of Fulong Temple.

When did Fulong Temple have one more monk?

You don't know.

But what everyone knows is that the rising bird is coming, and this emerging bird is very smart, and it gives reasons and steps.

The master monks of the various sects simply went in together, and then, and then divided it.

Fulong Temple, which has been excluded, can get a piece of the pie.

This is a little different from what anglers guessed.

Of course, if the other party is really a hard idea, it feels like there is a big price to pay.

It's very simple, it's the same as the angler guessed.

From a poor monk to a righteous monk, it's over.

claimed to be wrong, it turned out to be Master Yizheng, Master Yizheng was a good monk, and he chased and killed a poor demon monk back then, and he also disappeared.

What, something could happen to many monks?

Oh, it was the demon monk's doing, and he also sneaked into the Heavenly Demon Holy Land, and Master Yizheng chased him.

Now the demon monk has been crushed by everyone.

Do you believe it or not, there are several famous factions in the world who believe it, why don't you believe it, why do you dare not believe it?

Perfect!

The heads or elders of the leaders of the eight sects looked at each other with the Wuxin monks, and swept over each other in a flowing manner.

They didn't say a word.

Eye contact, divine consciousness fluctuations, and in an instant, a TB of information was exchanged.

The transaction is completed.

Done!

The masters of the nine sects came out one after another, with a lofty and imposing momentum, and righteously expressed that they could help Fulong Temple to subdue the traitors.

The rest of the monks looked at it and were so shameless!

You famous factions are too shameless, do you rely on such shamelessness to become stronger?

Even if they scolded in their hearts, they were powerless to stop the union of these powerful sects.

"Evil obstacles! Back then, you betrayed my Fulong Temple, and made waves in the holy land, harming many colleagues, and you didn't come out yet, so you quickly tied your hands and waited for the fate! ”

As a pioneer, the Wuxin monk must speak and set the tone to prove that everyone's actions are definitely not for selfish desires.

It's for justice.

Wuxin's words also directly used the magic spell similar to "drink when the head stick" in Buddhism, the sound was like a muffled thunder, like the sound of heaven, and at the same time as it entered the Heavenly Demon Holy Land, it reverberated between heaven and earth.

It hit the hearts of many monks.

Wiped out a lot of monks' abacus.

After saying this, Wuxin turned his head to the collaborators around him and said, "Please also go in with the poor monk and kill this fang together——"

"The poor monk said that this is not where you should come."

As soon as the words fell, a person walked out of the whirlpool of the Heavenly Demon Holy Land.

White-haired, red-dressed, he looks like just a teenager, his eyes are cold, and his breath is calm.

The moment they saw him, many monks were horrified, as if they saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and white bones were piled up.

"Hallucinations?"

The bodies of the group of monks were shocked, and their minds were clear, and what they saw just now seemed to be just an illusion.

But it's not an illusion either.

This monk, who claims to be a poor monk but has hair, is indeed a murderous person.

Could it be that what Master Wuxin said is true?

"It's out......"

"It's not easy to get along with."

"This fang is dangerous!"

The moment Tang Luo appeared, Wuxin and the others immediately felt that this was an extremely tricky enemy.

If it goes according to the original plan, it would be better for them to adopt a policy of tenderness.

But the other party appeared directly, and he was a murderous person, so forget it.

Everyone on the left and right is going all out, it's true that I haven't done it for a long time, so let's move.

Being able to die at the hands of so many celebrities, masters, and strong people, this strange monk is enough to be proud.

Everyone did not add the word "small", so it was natural to see that although this person was described as small, he was definitely not a child.

Most of them are hidden old demons who don't know how many years they have lived.

"Evil obstacles! Sure enough, it's you! Back then, you committed a heinous sin and escaped from Fulong Temple-" I didn't want to say something about the scene.

"Three breaths, give the poor monk a go! Otherwise, die! ”

As a result, Tang Luo didn't give face at all, and opened his mouth to interrupt.

was stunned unintentionally, and then a sneer flashed, there is a way to die!

The surrounding monks also showed expressions of looking at the dead, and they didn't do it that way when they died.

You seem to be very strong, yes, but what is the occasion now, and who are you facing, don't you know in your heart?

But there were also a small number of monks who hesitated a little and simply stepped back.

It's not that I think this white-haired monk will win, but I feel a little frightened in my heart, and at the same time, I am afraid of being involved, so it is better to hide away.

The three-breath time flies quickly.

The first monk of the Luoli Sect simply raised his hand, and a "palm thunder" condensed, and he was about to give this person a horse.

At the same time, as soon as the time came, Tang Luo raised his hand and pointed out with his left index finger.

Passing Death Degree!

In an instant, the eyes of all the monks changed, there was no sky, no earth, no everything around them.

Yes, just a falling finger!

Their bodies involuntarily flew towards that finger.

Above Tang Luo's index finger, the light was faintly bright, vaguely forming a whirlpool.

After that, all the monks were like moths to a fire, turning into streamers and flying towards Tang Luo's fingers.

He reached out, pointed, and retracted.

The movements are not fast, and even a little slow.

When Donlo withdrew his fingers.

The surrounding world is clear, empty, quiet, only the sound of the rolling waves.

and a group of lucky people who were so stunned that they didn't even dare to move.