"No, the little monk is just passing by. I heard that there are thousands of blood feuds in the mountains, and I came to pay respects. Now that I see it, the little monk's wish has come true. It's going to go away. Wuhua said without any restraint.

But in my heart, I was thankful to no avail. If it weren't for decades of working with Wuguo, I knew that sometimes, I had to pretend to be cowardly to be able to save my life.

After saying that, Wuhua controlled the steed and turned around to leave.

It's just that at this moment he wants to go, but it's impossible. Because the one hundred and zero people in front of them have blocked the retreat.

"Tianlong Temple Tantric Disciple, two months ago, when he first came to the Thousand Buddha City, he swept away many rebel forces with the cultivation of the peak of the early stage of the Lingtai, overwhelmed the crowd, and won the respect of the people in the city, and became the acting city lord. And now, in two months, it has broken through to the peak of the middle stage of the Lingtai. This kind of talent is really enviable. The middle-aged man continued.

"Hehe, Lord Qianqiu still knows the little monk very well." No flower forced a smile.

"I can't talk about it, but it seems that this kind of young talent, I can't afford not to pay attention to the master, and the lives of these one hundred and eight brothers are in my hands, how can I not care?" Blood Qianqiu said with a smile.

Hearing the words of the blood thousand enemies, Wuhua was bitter in her heart at this time, and secretly said that she was too big, originally she came here alone, because she wanted to make another miraculous feat, and she could get the reward of the dynasty, but unexpectedly, the strength of the blood thousand enemies exceeded her imagination.

The sun is like fire, piercing through the forest.

Diffused in the mountains and forests, sparse light and shadow, mottled to the ground.

The shadows are in the wrong wheel, which makes the current atmosphere even more urgent.

"Well, since you have seen through it, the little monk will not hide it."

Wuhua smiled, and then indifferently to each other, the momentum of the middle stage of the Lingtai was undoubtedly displayed, and it was even said that there was a flavor in it, that feeling, a kind of fearlessness.

Even the blood feud was shocked by the sudden change of Wuhua at this moment. The changes between before and after are not at all like they can be reflected in one person.

Fang Cai's skinless scoundrel, not to mention that he is not like a Buddhist disciple, even if he is a cultivator, he will feel ashamed.

But now, this jumping horse, Ling Ran's fearless expression, even if it is a blood thousand enemies, this military general who fights the horse feels that the momentum is inferior.

"How is it possible, how can he, a disciple of Buddhism, have such a calm spirit. My brother is one hundred and eight people, and Gu has crawled out of the pile of dead people, and he can't feel the slightest pressure in the face of this kind of military aura? ”

Blood Qianqiu was shocked in his heart, and looked at Wuhua a little more dignified.

At this time, Wuhua, who got off the horse, was calm and calm, and his eyes were surrounded by the crowd without the slightest panic.

"Bloodline, you're a good man. As far as the monk knows, in this rebellion, although the bloodline leader made a move, he only shot once. Moreover, the people who are killed are those who have a deep hatred with the blood leader. ”

Wuhua said lightly, talking eloquently, as if he was simply narrating, and he didn't care, the person in front of him was the protagonist in his mouth.

Moreover, in the midst of the war, the bloodline leader has repeatedly struck to kill the rebels and protect the innocent people in the city. If I am not mistaken, there should be nearly thousands of refugees in this mountain. ”

Wuhua said, and a look of interest appeared on Blood Qianqiu's face. Vaguely, he had already guessed what Wuhua wanted to do, and snorted coldly at the moment.

And his subordinates, at this moment, felt that Wuhua was a little inexplicable, and one of them even shouted: "Hey, I said that you are a nondescript great monk......

The person who spoke was full of evil spirits, with big shoulders and a round waist, and at first glance he had a fierce and vicious face. But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Wuhua:

"This little brother, the little monk has no flowers. Please don't look at me with colored eyes, the little monk is a tantric sect. I am a supreme Buddha, and I don't even look at the skin of the world, let alone the costume. Wuhua said.

And at this time, his face was extremely serious. He seems to care very much about how his outfit is perceived in the eyes of others.

"My braids are long, but my heart is pure. The Buddha said, cut off the three thousand threads of trouble, and only then can I see my Buddha. But when a little monk walks the world, he naturally wants to experience the hardships of life, birth, old age, sickness and death. ”

"This long hair represents my heart, my determination, and my hard work."

"If you don't live in the world, you will have the face to see my Buddha. So donor, your heart is too stubborn. ”

Wuhua said, and then sighed in a true scripture, as if there was a touch of sadness in his heart, as if there was another person in the world to spend.

And the strong man who spoke before was already stunned at this moment, as if he didn't expect that his words would provoke such chatter from Wusheng.

There were still the other one hundred and seven people who were really stunned, and all of them looked at Wuhua and were a little puzzled.

Even thinking of the legend, this monk who was born out of thin air, calmed the war, and passed on to be a god, but when he is connected with the person in front of him, he is no longer above a level at all.

"This is really the holy monk who pacified the war in the Thousand Buddha City...... No flowers? ”

"Although it looks very similar, I think it may be a fake!"

"It's really the biggest in the world, and there are no surprises! Even the monks have fakes...... Ha ha! ”

In the crowd, there was a burst of laughter, and everyone felt that Wuhua was showing at the moment, and they were extremely dissatisfied with the legend.

And Wuhua's face was not angry.

Just smiled and said: "The little monk has no flowers, and there is absolutely no counterfeit ingredients." There is only one in the world. But ......"

Speaking of this, Wuhua turned around, and a coldness flashed in his eyes, which was completely similar to the previous warmth, which made people's hearts suddenly, and suddenly there was a feeling of coldness and slaughter.

"But who told you that if this monk speaks easy-going, he can't subdue demons and demons and kill evil thieves?"

The sound of no flowers landed, and everyone stood quietly on the spot, stunned.

Bang Bang Bang!

At this moment, a few slaps rang out, and it was the blood thousand feuds who were clapping with a smile on his face at the moment.

"Okay, a good tantric monk, a good demon monk, let blood today, it's really an eye-opener."

Blood Qianqiu said, and the evil qi around his body became thicker and thicker, and in a moment, it made this valley seem to change into a battlefield, a battlefield where the blood sea corpse mountain lasts forever.

And the one hundred and seven people above the power, the momentum on their bodies was also fierce suddenly.

This evil qi seems to condense the void and change the color of the mountains and forests.

The flowerless face, under the illumination of the eyes, showed a scarlet blood color, and in this blood, it was naturally dyed by this evil qi, not really someone bleeding......