However, before the black stele fell, there was a bang, and it was torn apart.

At the same time, Kong Lanyou flew out from the center of the shattered Divine Monument, surrounded by colorful holy light, like a peerless peacock goddess, striding towards the Zhongying King.

With every step, she could cross a distance of dozens of miles, and the heavens and the earth seemed to become a little small under her feet.

"How is that possible?" said King Zhongying, with an incredulous expression.

For a long time, the Universe Divine Monument Palm has been the most proud of the king of Zhongying, invincible, and invincible.

How could you have imagined that it would be broken so easily?

Don't allow the king to think too much, Kong Lanyou has already arrived in front of him, and struck out with one finger, pointing at his eyebrows.

Colorful brilliance converges on the fingertips.

This finger emptied the aura of heaven and earth within a radius of thousands of miles, and even the rules of heaven and earth became a little chaotic.

The winning king pinched out his palm again and played the power of a hundred saints.

Behind him, the phantom of the Hundred Saints also hit a palm at the same time, hitting Kong Lanyou in front of him.

"Poof. ”

Kong Lanyou's fingers pierced through the palm of Zhong Yingwang's hand.

Immediately afterwards, she turned her fingers into palms and made three palm prints in a row, hitting Zhongying Wang's palm, chest, and left brain respectively.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After suffering three heavy blows in a row, most of the evil qi on Zhongyingwang's body dissipated, his body was dented, his neck bone was broken, his mouth spat blood, and he flew out to the right side.

Kong Lanyou's palm and the peacock flame he carried made the body of the winning king burn. No matter what means the winning king used, he could not extinguish the flames.

His flesh, like a piece of red-hot iron, began to melt.

Realizing the huge gap between himself and Kong Lanyou, the Zhongying King did not dare to continue the battle, flew down to the white bone altar, controlled the altar, and immediately flew in the direction of the Hades Sword Shrine.

In an instant, he disappeared from the sky.

Only the Blue Sky Blood Emperor could dissolve the peacock flame on his body, so he had to rush back immediately.

Kong Lanyou stood in mid-air, quietly staring at the fleeing Zhongying King, and did not intercept him.

Because, she deliberately let go of Zhongying Wang.

"The Qingtian Blood Emperor helped the Zhongying King to dissolve the peacock fire on his body, and he had to consume at least two percent of his cultivation. ”

Her gaze, looking downward, was fixed on Indra's body, and said, "Master, do you want to go to the Hades Sword Shrine together?"

Indra looked at the devastated land, where flames were burning everywhere, sighed, and said, "The felons imprisoned in the Netherworld must not escape, for for humanity it is a catastrophe. ”

"Now that the war has spread to Sikong Monastery, I am afraid that the poor monk will no longer be able to do it alone. ”

"Let's go, I have to go and meet the Qingtian Blood Emperor for a while, but I want to see how powerful the undead blood clan is eight hundred years later?"

Kong Lanyou glanced at Zhang Ruochen again, and finally, she stepped out in one step, as if penetrating a certain layer of barrier between heaven and earth, and when her footsteps fell, she had already appeared in the Hades Sword Tomb.

Indra also rushed to the Hades Sword Shrine, and only Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, Er Sikong, and Little Sikong were left in the Sikong Monastery.

"Now that Lan You and Master Indra have rushed to the Hades Sword Tomb, coupled with the siege of the imperial army, the Netherworld Hell should not be lost. Zhang Ruochen said secretly in his heart.

In any case, the undead are the public enemies of humanity, and no one wants them to release the Hades.

"Huh, what about the second prince of the undead blood clan?"

The second Sikong finger scratched the scalp.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes glanced over, and sure enough, he didn't see the figure of the second prince.

I don't know if he has already taken advantage of the chaos to escape, or if he died in the aftermath of the battle of the Holy Rank War just now?

Without thinking about it anymore, Zhang Ruochen sat down cross-legged, swallowed a mouthful of Xuanwu holy blood, pinched a holy stone in each hand, and began to go all out to restore the holy qi in his body.

By the time dawn, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation had recovered seventy or eighty percent.

Zhang Ruochen stood up, moved his wrists and ankles, stood halfway up the mountain, and looked down the mountain.

The once lush mountains and forests have been completely scorched, and in some places, there are fires burning, melting the earth into magma.

At this time, in the Zen courtyard, a smell of rice wafted out.

Zhang Ruochen stood up, followed the fragrance, and came to the dining hall of the Zen temple.

I saw that the big Sikong, the second Sikong, and the little Sikong, who was only three or four years old, were eating fast in three directions around a yellow-brown wooden table.

On the table are corn porridge, steamed buns, bamboo shoots, and some green fruits, although very vegetarian, but quite hearty.

Outside the Zen Temple, a life-and-death battle had just been experienced, and the land within a radius of thousands of miles turned into red earth. It's amazing that they can eat and sleep as usual.

When Da Sikong saw Zhang Ruochen walking in, he immediately put down the bowl, knocked on the table with his fist, and scolded: "Second junior brother, you see the way you eat, like a hungry person called Huazi, how do you look like a Buddha cultivator? Don't you see Zhang Shizhu come in? Why don't you go and get him a bowl of rice?"

"Oh!"

Ersikong immediately put down the bowl and walked towards the kitchen.

Da Sikong's big face smiled at Zhang Ruochen, and said: "The second junior brother is like that, he is still young and not very sensible, so don't be surprised by Master Zhang." Sit quickly, sit quickly, the fasting of our Zen temple has always been full. ”

Zhang Ruochen walked to a wooden table by the window, sat down, looked at the pagoda outside the window and the red flowers wrapped around the railing, for some reason, his mood became extremely peaceful.

This Zen monastery is a real pure place, and it is only because of his arrival that the purity here is broken, and there is some guilt in my heart.

couldn't help it, Zhang Ruochen sighed.

"What are you sighing about?"

On the opposite side, a crisp and pleasant sound sounded, extremely beautiful, not only like the clear spring stone upstream, but also like the breeze blowing the bright moon.

Zhang Ruochen looked at it fixedly, and at some point, there was already a beautiful white-haired woman sitting on the seat opposite.

Zhang Ruochen immediately looked to the right, and saw that next to the table of the big Sikong and the little Sikong, there was an old monk unconsciously, sitting quietly on the chair, as if he had been sitting there.

Obviously, Kong Lanyu and Master Indra, just now, had already returned to Sikong Monastery.

Zhang Ruochen immediately asked, "Kong ...... Senior, has the undead blood clan in the Hades Sword Tomb retreated, and what was the outcome of the battle?"

"You answer my question first. ”

Kong Lanyou's beautiful eyes were like two black gems, staring straight at Zhang Ruochen, as if he wanted to see him through.

Zhang Ruochen pursed his lips, became calm, pointed his finger to the red flowers wrapped around the window lattice, and said, "Look at how beautiful life is, and we are destroying all this, shouldn't you sigh?"

Kong Lanyou shook his head lightly and said, "No, it's not right. ”

"Isn't that right?" Zhang Ruochen asked rhetorically.

Kong Lanyou continued to shake his head, without blinking, and said: "You shouldn't be so calm, as a normal person, when I sit opposite him, he should look sincerely frightened, immediately stand up, kneel in front of me and bow down." But you didn't. ”

Zhang Ruochen was still calm, his fingers lightly tapped on the tabletop, and said, "Do you want to see me like that?"

"Of course not. ”

Kong Lanyou said again: "When you are trying to disguise yourself, even I can't see any flaws. So, before I went back to the monastery, I told Master Indra, "I want to take a sneak peek and see what you look like when you don't disguise yourself."

"You see, then, can you tell me, at that time, what was I like?" Zhang Ruochen's voice trembled slightly when he said this.

Eight hundred years after his arrival, he has been carefully disguising himself and trying to hide the secrets in his heart.

Sometimes, even he almost forgets what he was like in the first place.

Kong Lanyou's eyes were slightly red, and he said, "I see that there is some sadness, some sorrow, and some loneliness and loneliness in your body. If you haven't experienced the ups and downs of life, you shouldn't have such emotions. ”

Zhang Ruochen just sat there quietly, silent, but his eyes didn't dare to look at Kong Lanyou.

He wanted to tell Kong Lanyu the truth immediately, however, there were always some negative emotions that would pop up unconsciously and affect his decision.

"Mingtang is surnamed Kong, not Zhang. ”

"In that year, the Kong family took over the imperial court of the Shengming Central Empire and took away the rights of the Zhang royal family. ”

"Is a woman's word still trustworthy?"

......

Spell-like voices and bloody pictures kept coming to Zhang Ruochen's mind.

"Master Zhang, your meal. ”

Er Sikong came to the table with a wooden plate and put a bowl of porridge, a plate of bamboo shoots, three steamed buns, and four green fruits in front of Zhang Ruochen.

In the other direction, Da Sikong shouted: "I didn't see that Master and Senior Kong have returned, why don't you hurry up and bring two more bowls." ”

"I'll go right away. ”

The second Sikong took the wooden plate and immediately went to the kitchen again.

Zhang Ruochen slowly exhaled a breath and tried to adjust his emotions so as not to be affected by the demons in his heart.

Gradually, his expression recovered, he held the porridge in his hand and took a sip.

It is very sweet and fragrant, and surprisingly delicious.

Kong Lanyou also seemed to sense that Zhang Ruochen's state just now was very dangerous, so he did not continue to persecute him.

She picked up a steamed bun, twisted a small piece with her slender jade fingers, put it into her crystal clear mouth, chewed it slowly, and looked extraordinarily elegant.

Whether it is Kong Lanyou or Zhang Ruochen, in fact, they no longer need to eat cereals. It's just that the two of them are enjoying this rare tranquility in Sikong Zen Temple.

Zhang Ruochen pretended to be casual and glanced at her.

Kong Lanyou's appearance of eating is extremely cute and moving, and the two lips are like lotus tips, flawless, gently mixed, sometimes revealing snow-white teeth, each of which is like a pearl.

At this moment, she looks like a Mingtang Holy Ancestor, and she is clearly the little girl eight hundred years ago.

Everything is like going back to the beginning, eating together, taking morning lessons together, practicing swords together, and studying together.

Zhang Ruochen cherishes this moment very much, because he doesn't know if there will be such an opportunity in the future?

How I hope that at this time, it can be the same as it was at the beginning. Chi Yao sat aside, snatched the steamed bun in Kong Lanyou's hand a little domineeringly, stuffed a small piece into her mouth, and then put it in Zhang Ruochen's bowl, and said with a smile: "Lan You, what should you do if you eat so much and gain weight? It should be eaten by your cousin, he should eat more." ”

However, there will be no more such things.