Chapter 177: The Lion Roar of the Broken Monk

In a gambling house of unknown age.

The voice of shouting and shouting was noisy, and the person who shook the dice had the head of the moon generation, and the upper body was naked, revealing the tattoos of poisonous snakes. The two bodyguards sitting next to him were dressed in the same attire, all wrapped in white crotch cloths, and their stomachs were tightly wrapped with strips of cloth to avoid catching a cold.

The people gathered here are the most indiscriminate gangsters, many of whom are sword-wielding ronins. The smell of sweat and the smell of burning low-quality lamp oil mingled, and the sake was flipped to the ground, and the sound of shouting and betting mingled. The bookkeepers and bodyguards at the door were bored, staring blankly at the sweaty gamblers.

It's full of evil.

The Thousand Nights Lion Roar sat in the middle of a group of gamblers with a hat on his back, and the black monk's robe and the top of his head with a thin layer of cyan stubble looked extremely incongruous.

"Hey, monk. You guy, you are obviously a monk and you are still so arrogant, is the sword on your waist a real one? It can't be stolen, right? Will you use it? ”

The Thousand Nights Lion roared and stroked a few chips in his hand, just glancing at the scoundrel.

The ruffian spoke louder and louder, and when he saw that the monk had not spoken, he thought it was a sign of timidity. Seeing that the long sword on his waist was extremely luxuriously decorated, he couldn't help but reach out and pull it out.

With a snap, the Thousand Nights Lion's roar grabbed his wrist.

"Hey, you bald, do you know what you're doing?"

These miscellaneous pieces, just kill them.

The Thousand Nights Lion roared and wiped away the saliva that the other party had sprayed on his face with his fingers, revealing a trace of murderous intent on his stiff face. The flower of mantra, like a delicate carving on a rotting leaf, was on his rough skin. It is a tattoo that I put on with a special dye little by little. The most beautiful patterns were tattooed on his ugly and shriveled flesh. It's like the venerable Buddha descending into the dirty world.

Find the true meaning of the Buddha from the lowest place. This is the way of the lion roar of the thousand nights of the vow-breaking monk.

Human beings are inherently ugly things, and he draws his knife. The cold sword light drew a short, sharp straight line, slicing the opponent's throat open. Fishy blood spurted all over him. This unclean thing made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

But keep doing it. His movements are short and concise, and his stiff swordsmanship is built on his solid muscles and superb reflex nerves. His heart was like water, and all the swords of his enemies were reflected in his eyes. The moves that have been tempered in killing again and again are concise and concise.

Blood soaked onto the hilt. His fingers were covered with a sticky, slippery liquid. But this does not affect his sword like thunder, slashing, stabbing, blocking, forehand, and backhand. My swordsmanship is purely for the sake of killing people, for the sake of practicing the swordsmanship of the Buddha and crossing the world.

The scabbard and the long knife are two weapons that can be used at the same time, and the roar of a thousand nights of the lion in one sword. He only had this sword, and he killed the presiding officer of a temple and grabbed the "Myoho-renge-kyo-waido Muramasa". He could hear it. The knife was calling him. He knew that this was the decree of the Great Ri Rulai.

His sword technique is so imaginative that he doesn't have to think, the subconscious instinct of his body is enough. He listens to the voice of the sword, he becomes one with the sword, he is Myoho-renge-kyo, he is Pudu beings. The sea of suffering is boundless, and all life is bitter. Degree, degree, and sword, he is the embodiment of fire in the eyes of the Buddha.

Six rotations. Brahma Boulevard. To put these filthy people back into the cycle of the six realms of reincarnation is to purify sentient beings. He was willing to bear all the sins of filthiness on his own, and he chanted with a loud voice, even if he died and fell into the Infernal Hell. It is also necessary to carry the negative karma of all the sinful people.

I don't go to hell, who does.

It's done. He stood in a pool of blood. Look at the corpses around you. What was once an impure person is now nothing but dead dust. And the most unclean of them all. It's yourself holding a knife. The breath of the dead penetrated through the pores of their bodies, like worms walking in their own blood.

Negative karma. He didn't feel burdened. His heart is peaceful and joyful, and his karma does not detract from his majesty. On the contrary, it gave him the strength to practice the Dharma. There is a dirty and ferocious force flowing in his veins, a thousand nights of lion roaring and reciting the name of the Buddha, everything in the world has immeasurable wisdom and immeasurable light, and when he is enlightened, there is no place in the Pure Land Spiritual Mountain.

He shook his blood, then slowly retracted his knife back into its sheath.

Inscription: Myoho-renge-ka.

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The dragon flapped its wings and flew through the sky. It realized that there were two pedestrians on the mountain road below, and it began to think about whether or not it wanted to have some fun.

So, let's go.

It knew that its leader had made a pact with a very powerful otherworldly creature, and according to the agreement, they would kill as many humans as possible in Skyrim Province. Although they were forbidden to invade the big towns, it was okay to kill those who had the courage to walk on the main roads.

It began to circle, and then a thrust stabbed down. One of its favorite things to do is grab those creatures, fly them into the sky, and drop them down. Those fragile fakes always make a very funny sound when they land on the rocks, turning into a large pool of flesh and blood.

It flew low, and then realized that it was a woman and a ......

Ghouls?

Then, its brain ached. It was like a needle stabbing it in the head, and the pain caused it to lose its sense of self for a short time. It took about two seconds for it to regain its senses, and then it slammed into the ground with a thud.

Even a dragon slamming into a rock at a speed of more than 150 kilometers per hour was a blow heavy enough to seriously injure it.

The woman clasped her hands and glanced at it coldly. The tall ghoul climbed up the hill unhurriedly, raised his ebony greatsword, and stabbed the dragon's neck with a snort. The blade of the greatsword swirled inside the dragon, and it roared in despair, then turned its head and bit the ghoul's body.

The ebony armor twisted under its sharp teeth, and the ghoul's fragile body began to shatter. But the strength of the greatsword also became stronger, and the ghoul, who was not afraid of pain and death, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and pressed it down. The blade of the flickering cold light sliced through the dragon's neck.

With a muffled thud, the fangs pierced the ghoul Lord's body back and forth. Two ferocious monsters die at the same time. The ebony greatsword was still stuck in the dragon's neck, shimmering with an ominous chill.

Sadako Yamamura sighed. She climbed the hill. Checked the ghoul Lord's injuries. The result was not optimistic, the powerful ghoul had a broken spine, and even if it was barely supported by necromancy, its strength was only about the same as that of the weakest skeleton.

"See you again."

She knelt on the rock and silently recited the mantra. Then he glanced at the dragon. The dragon's flesh has begun to turn to ashes and return to the river of time. The dragon slaying reward in the center of the World Continent had arrived, but she didn't feel happy at all.

At her waist hung two long swords, the Pale Blade and the Red Hawk's Heart.

It took three days for Sadako Yamamura to descend into two crypts. Collect the last two pieces of the Gordor's amulet, and all you have to do now is to complete the combination ritual of the most ugly. According to Su Jing's introduction, it is to defeat the souls of the three Gordo brothers, and then summon the soul of the archmage Gordo, so that he can reunite the three accessories into one.

The ghoul Maharaja, who had been with her until now, had finally fallen.

Now, she's alone again.

She pulled up her hood, and in the distance there was a waterfall that fell from the cliff, and the mausoleum where the archmage of Gordo was buried was hidden behind it.

Although she had lost all the ghouls, she had no fear in her heart. Sadako Yamamura slowly drew the two long swords at her waist. The sword body that was simply modified by Su Jing was more balanced and tough, the weight was also reduced by a small half, and its shape was more in line with the aesthetics of the modifier, slender and smooth. It becomes more like a fairy craft.

Even if the fragments of the three amulets didn't come together, Sadako Yamamura could still find a way to use them together. An iron chain strung sharp pieces together, each of which was buried deep beneath the girl's skin. Through this implantation modality. Allows her to absorb the power of three talismans at the same time......

One represents a strong spiritual power, and the other strengthens an almost immortal physique. The third gives her the power of a legendary warrior.

This is the power of the Gordo Talisman, which is different from the chicken rib items in the game. In the realm of the true world, this artifact that once caused turmoil in the kingdom has the power to transform a mortal into an all-powerful brave in an instant.

Ignoring the strong water pressure, Sadako Yamamura walked into the catacombs with her twin swords in hand.

Gordo's three sons, three powerful spirits, are equivalent to three sumptuous meals......

Maybe it can make her mental power go further.

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The snow-filled city is on the verge of collapse.

The Longxiao Palace, which used to live at the highest point in the city, has become a dead realm. The Imperial troops had swept the place several times, but the faint smell of fishy smell still lingered.

Lu Mengyao, the court mage of Dugu City, put down his cloak and looked around at the palace where a tragic disaster had occurred. She sniffed and shoved a pinch of spice into her nostril with her fingernails.

"His Highness Alisifer has appointed me as temporary lord of Snowman, so I think you still have a lot of work to do, soldiers. Repair the city walls, and make some city defense equipment. We wanted the kind of big crossbow that could shoot down dragons. As for the design drawings, this gentleman will provide them. ”

Beside her, a guy dressed like a second-rate nobleman pulled out a roll of drawings.

"Very good, gentlemen. Let me make a statement. I'm Tom Sue of Stormcloak, and you've probably heard my name by name. I now declare that I have abandoned the darkness and joined the Imperial Army, so ...... Let's put aside our old suspicions and fight together to defeat those big guys in the sky. ”

The Imperial generals standing below all looked at this pompous-looking guy with distrust.

"It seems that the construction of this command base is not all smooth sailing." Su Jing leaned into Lu Mengyao's ear and said.

"Once I've got their spirits under control, you can pull the men over at Stormcloak...... Speaking of which, when it comes to mind control, no matter how you look at it, that little girlfriend of yours is better at it. ”

"Soon, soon she'll be back."

Su Jing said confidently. (To be continued......)