The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs!

Although Howling Wind is not a tiger, but it is similar in psychological feelings, the dignified steppe wolf king is now condescending to come over to pick up a cow bone and actually have been robbed, if the other party is a powerful existence, it will be fine, but Howling Wind looked at it and saw that it was a stinking and dirty skinny human, holding the cow skull and barking at his teeth at the same time.

"It's a hungry and crazy 'Nish craftsman'!" Liu Yueyue walked closer and glanced at Zhu Peng on the side.

"Nish craftsman" means beggar in the Western Regions.

The commoners of the Western Regions were divided into wealthy families with cattle and sheep in the "Chawa", serf families without livestock in the "Gangcha", and the class of "Nish Artisans", which were no longer considered human, even if the dogs of the rich families lived with more dignity than them.

Xiaofeng had just opened his mouth to spray the black and gnawing human in front of him to the bones, and its upper and lower jaws were held by Zhu Peng.

Zhu Peng looked at the "Nish Craftsman" in front of him at this time, watching him/her or it greedily gnaw away the tiny flesh on the bones, and this little guy even forcibly bit open the cow bone stick and sucked some of the pith inside, completely ignoring the blood of its own teeth from forcibly chewing on the bones.

The days of the "Nish craftsmen" themselves are already miserable, often feeding on grass roots, horse manure, and tree bark, and the "Gangcha" serfs here are already living almost like the beggars in the center of gravity of the country, and this class is the mainstream of the people in the Western Regions, in other words, the vast majority of them are beggars.

"Nish Craftsman" is a beggar among beggars, and this little guy in front of him is weak among the "Nish Craftsman", it is on the verge of dying at any time, there is no energy for it to think to gain consciousness as a human being, and the reason why it is not dead now is just the animal nature and the survival instinct of the body, supporting it to forage for food and survive.

Looking at the little guy in front of him, Zhu Peng's eyes flickered, as if he had an epiphany of some kind of mysterious law in a flash of inspiration, but the light of that thinking was too short and weak, making it difficult for people to capture it for a while, and they couldn't understand and think about it in detail.

"You're relaxed and relaxed right now...... You feel that your whole body is light and fluttering, as if you have returned to the most peaceful state, as if you have returned to your mother's side. The darkness spread, and with Zhu Peng's approach and whispering, the body of the little ghost in front of him swayed, and finally fell backwards with a light wave of the man, falling into Zhu Peng's arms.

"Boss, who are you?" Liu Yueyue did not dislike the filthy and foul smell of this little Nish craftsman who was fighting with wolves, and walked over from Zhu Peng's hand to take it, and she estimated that this was a child who was not yet ten years old.

"When I first saw him, I seemed to have an understanding in my mind, but I couldn't grasp that kind of inspiration, if I can figure it out, I should be able to solve a big level in my martial arts, and such an opportunity will naturally be brought back to ponder and study. "Zhu Peng didn't hide it from Liu Yueyue, after being promoted to the realm of Waigang in this world, they only relied on their strength to fight each other, it didn't matter if the demon queen knew it or not, not to mention that Liu Yueyue might not tell the demon queen about it, in terms of her current vague position.

took the young child back to the tulou, Zhu Peng personally groomed him, cooked porridge and cooked rice for him, and even fed him and took care of him with his own hands.

This little ghost's life fire is like a candle in the wind, insisting on immortality in the extreme and dangerous situation has exhausted his potential, and now that his life is suddenly stable, it may directly kill him, so Zhu Peng even temporarily put down everything in his hand to take care of this child, his eyes were burning, and he seemed to be thinking.

In order to wash this little mud boy thoroughly, two large buckets of water were used, and if the ordinary maid rubbed hard, no matter how gentle it was, it would probably kill him, but Zhu Peng bathed him with the point technique of dark energy diffusion, activated his qi and blood, and shook his bone marrow, so there was no problem, and after cleaning, it was refreshing and thorough from the inside out, and after knocking out the black mud shell, what was revealed was a handsome young man from the Western Regions.

personally cooked medicinal porridge for him to make up for his vitality, and it was also in this process of constantly feeding him something to eat, that Zhu Peng gained the trust of this ignorant beast-like boy.

"You have no father, no mother, no relatives and no cause, and you have been fighting for your life with the whole world since the first day you came into this world, so I will call you Asura...... You know how hard it is to just want to live. "Human children do not have any ability to survive on their own until the age of three, and Asura has been raised by wild beasts since childhood, and has gradually grown up to this day.

Zhu Peng stroked the top of Asura's head with his palm, reversed his fate, and gave him his name, so that the turbulent torrent of fate in this world appeared strange, turbulent and distorted.

(Evil martial arts, originally based on the demons of the heart, the stronger the negative emotions, the more powerful and the faster the improvement...... In any case, the child came into the world, pure and without any fault, but Asura has been hard since childhood, isn't this an injustice?) In Zhu Peng's eyes, Asura is a text, an elaboration of life, which corresponds to the content of a certain article in the sea of books in his mind.

It's just that the depth of comprehension of this kind of perception is far from enough, Zhu Peng, who is himself a fourth-order demigod realm, can faintly feel and predict that as long as he successfully breaks through this level in the Demon Dao martial arts, the road to his rapid progress and even breaking through to the forbidden realm in the future will be smooth.

(Originally, I wanted to use my own influence to mobilize the general trend of the entire country to suppress and even attack the Hanging Temple, but now I think about it, but it seems that I have taken the wrong path...... Demon Dao Martial Arts, Demon Dao, Demon ...... What exactly is a demon?) Pondering, comprehending, and savoring, after teaching Asura martial arts for a period of time, Zhu Peng left a letter and left Kasuhubu.

Cultivation is originally a person's business most of the time, and when there is no comprehension, it is mixed together, and when there is a comprehension in his heart, Zhu Peng gives up immediately, without even the slightest hesitation. As for how crazy Guo Ping and Liu Yueyue were when they saw the letter the next day, he didn't care.

Zhu Peng was like a wisp of wind blowing through the grasslands and deserts of the Western Regions, and he saw the pious persistence of the white-haired old woman who knelt down at every step, and also saw the arrogance and lasciviousness of most of the tribal leaders in the Western Regions, shameless and crazy.

After getting rid of the Chinese army, Zhu Peng finally saw the almost absolute control of the lamas in the Western Regions over this land and faith, like ant-like serfs, the property they exchanged for a lifetime of blood and sweat struggle, they were exalted, bowed, humbled, and incomparably small to offer to the lama master, a lifetime of accumulation of goods, in exchange for just kissing the shoes of a certain lama master.

Blind faith without any speculation is like a tiny golden sand in a surging river, which has its value, but it is too small.

The more ignorant the world, the more greedy and powerful the holders of religious power become.

In the Central Plains, where humanity is at its peak, the partners who do not produce prohibit the enjoyment of luxury goods such as wine and meat, and the monks who are extremely virtuous and virtuous may be able to say that wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart. However, there is absolutely no monk in China who dares to say that he is a cultivator of Huanxi Zen, and once he is caught, not to mention being directly killed, at least he will be ruined and unable to gain followers again.

This is a religion that has been filtered through speculation, and on the contrary, it is easier to produce a single heart to the Buddha, a great monk in the true sense.

Overseas, because of the ignorance and semi-civilization of the people, the monks who held the religious power could drink and eat, even marry wives and have children, and use the entire monastery as their own property.

As for the land of the Western Regions, the power of the lamas has been further strengthened, and they have almost reached the point of giving and giving to their followers, whether it is precious wealth or beautiful virginity, the world is full of Buddhas and slaves in their eyes, and they themselves are high...... Buddha.

The palms of these lamas either fell lightly on the heads of the believers, or on the skin of the girls kneeling beside them, and the scenes seen by Zhu Peng, who was in the shadow of the Tibetan Tour, were very strange, mixing the sacred and obscene, very mysterious but still very dirty.

(The two major characteristics of cults: 1) Worship of the living, 2) There is no bottom line that requires followers to dedicate themselves.) In the past, the sins committed by Dongying raiding countries and plundering comfort women are too numerous to mention, but most people ignore and forget that the cruelty and cruelty of the Dongying people in oppressing their own people is not inferior to that of foreign countries, and the Dongying Women's Advance Team also served as comfort women to pacify the front-line soldiers, and its record is to receive 300 soldiers every day...... A woman who is forced to work with three hundred men every day, is she really still patriotic?

Or rather, it's just crazy.

In the same way, these serfs who were exploited and squeezed to the last bit of flesh and blood by the lamas of the Western Regions, do they really have self and faith?

...........................

As Zhu Peng thought about it deeply, the deeper his comprehension and understanding of the Demon Dao became.

Its people shuttle through this world like a storm, just like good and evil attract and repel each other, and Buddha and demons hold each other, Zhu Peng, who turned into a strong wind, finally came to the deepest part of the Western Regions one day, and he will inevitably come here.

The vast wasteland sinked sharply more than ten zhang before Zhu Peng's footsteps, forming a steep cliff, because the terrain of this wasteland is extremely flat, so if you don't go close to the cliff, you can't see it in the distance.

The cliff in front of me was extremely wide, spreading out on all sides in front of the wasteland, and the two sides could not even see its edge, and then closed near the edge of the sky in the extreme distance, and finally formed an incomparably vast and deep sinkhole, even so huge that ordinary humans could hardly imagine it!

In the middle of the sinkhole, there is a majestic mountain peak, which was originally extremely tall, but it is almost invisible because it stands in the sinkhole, and there are countless golden temples looming in the middle of the mountain clouds and mist.

These temples between the peaks are probably the Hanging Temples of the Western Regions. I'm afraid, it can only be the Hanging Temple!

Hassan is a "Gangcha" in the human world, that is, a serf family without livestock, and in the human Tao suppressed by the Hanging Buddha Kingdom, the Gangcha has the largest number of people, and it can also be said to be the mainstream class group.

In fact, Hassan's family was originally "Chawa" with cattle and sheep, but when he was a child, his father offended a teacher and died tragically, and the family's fortune has plummeted since then.

Hassan is twenty-one years old, and has grown into a sturdy young man, who works every day for three people, and only wants to one day be able to redeem the cattle and sheep from the chief.

It's a distant thought, but at least it's a hope.

However, just five days ago, Hassan's sister was chosen as a Buddha concubine to be offered to the Hanging Buddha Kingdom, and Hassan had already prayed desperately for the protection of the eagle that his ancestors had turned into in the sky, but misfortune still happened, and Hassan's sister still offended the guru like their father, and she would be sent to hell.

The Buddha Kingdom, the Human Dao, and the Hell Dao are clearly hierarchical, but the Dao of the Human World has already suffered a lot, and what kind of torture and horror will they endure in the Dao of Hell?

When Hassan desperately sneaked into the hell and found his sister, all he saw was a bloody corpse, a spreading miasma, and a fat rat, until this time the hardworking and lovely girl still couldn't close her eyes, her eyes were full of infinite pain and fear, she might not be able to imagine how the evil of human nature could have reached such a point in that gorgeous Buddha country.

Accumulation of white bones like mountains, forests, and seas, so violent that the poisonous miasma of corpses spread everywhere, and those evil rats who were not afraid of people at all did not care that Hassan was still alive, and began to gnaw at his flesh with sharp teeth, and the fresh smell of blood spread attracted more evil rats from all directions...... Here, hell.

(Does it hurt??)

Hassan, who was already violently poisoned by the corpse in his body, and had no life to walk out again, suddenly heard such a whisper in his mind, and at the same time, all the fat rats around him spread away, as if Hassan at this time was no longer a piece of fat meat, but a mass of deadly poisonous pulp.

(Who are you...... ）

(It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is whether you want to see the gods and Buddhas disappear!) Or if your pain is not enough, I might as well let you see it more clearly.) From all sides of the eerie hell reverberated soul whispers.

Under the influence of a mysterious force, the bloody corpse that had just been soothed by Hassan's eyes suddenly opened its eyes, and the next moment darkness spread, and Hassan was drawn into the final course of his sister Iori's life.

Those greedy and smiling masters, those Buddha concubines who indulged in alcohol in the Infinite Light Buddha Palace, if the beautiful Iori was willing to join in, she would be able to live a good life for at least a few years, until she was old and decrepit, or she would not be abandoned when she was tired of being toyed with, but Iori, who had no scheming in this regard, subconsciously rebelled against a Buddha who was in an agitation, maybe it was just a slap in the face, maybe it was just a subconscious struggle, the crazy master chose to cut her with a knife, and then poured the dripping liquor!

Hassan puts himself in the shoes of his sister Iori, feeling and experiencing the pain, despair, and ...... of the last moments of her sister's life Resentment!

(I'll ask you one more time, and one last time.) What price are you willing to pay for revenge?)

（...... Everything, my everything!) gradually returned from the death of the illusion, Zhu Peng did not deceive him, Iori had just died, Zhu Peng could completely rely on his profound spiritual cultivation to peel out the last fragment of her memories before her death, so that Hassan could fully feel it, until, he got the result he wanted.

(In that case, the deed.) The figure was condensed by shadows, Zhu Peng suddenly appeared behind Hassan, and took out the man's crimson heart that was still beating from behind with one claw, and the black and gray aura in the entire hell path came from all directions, pouring into this crimson heart, they can be called anger, magnetic field, negative energy, in short, it is what Zhu Peng wants to use to destroy the entire Buddha Kingdom.

"Three hundred grains of people's hearts are eaten in a year, and Jiazi can be an immortal. Bring your hatred and mine into one!" In the midst of the whispers, Zhu Peng raised the heart he took out of his hand, and then swallowed it in his mouth little by little, the dark red blood spread and overflowed around his mouth, replenishing the heart with his heart, the heart in his chest was beating violently, and the golden-red pure sunlight flame formed an encirclement that firmly bound the dark dragon soul roaring and raging in it.

Zhu Peng's comprehension of the demonic skills of the Canglong Realm was gradually about to surpass the upper limit of the Dao Heart he had accumulated over hundreds of years.

On the one hand, it is because the accumulation of martial arts in the Canglong Realm is extremely powerful, which is rare in the universe and the heavens. On the other hand, because Zhu Peng warmed up the demonic intent with the Dao heart, the thicker the foundation of the Dao Gate, the more he cultivated the Left Dao Demon Skill, of course, the more he made rapid progress and was unstoppable.

"In the blink of an eye, it should have been a year. I meditated, meditated, and comprehended in this hellish path, and I had already gone over to see it. With the diffusion of qi around the body, the thousands of skeletons and corpses in the entire Hell Dao fluctuated faintly with Zhu Peng's whispers, this is not just martial arts, Zhu Peng even took advantage of this comprehension to integrate a part of the jade introduction to the ancient cultivation method into the magic skill, for the use of anger, hatred, and strong negative emotions, there are also many wonderful expositions in the jade introduction to the ancient cultivation method.

The dark fire lingered and spread, and countless skeletons flew out of space, dancing wildly around Zhu Peng, questioning the opportunity to devour the Buddha Kingdom and attack the Spirit Mountain, and Zhu Peng closed his eyes in it, recalling that when he first arrived here a year ago, the Ice Ministry Outer Gang powerhouse intervened to stop him.

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A year ago, at the sinkhole of the Hanging Temple, a man in a strong suit who looked quite young and handsome stopped in front of Zhu Peng.

"Mr. Tang, I respect you as a rare true patriotic businessman, so this time when I carried out the mission, I was already very restrained and kept my hands, and tried not to interfere with you. But here, you can't go in. ”

"Why?" After more than a month of baptism, Zhu Peng's temperament gradually became evil and demonic, his skin gradually turned white but revealed a cold, hard and cold texture, and the strong aura that radiated around his body gradually and undisguised made Shi Weiguo secretly raise his vigilance.

"I can probably understand your psychological thoughts, but this is the Hanging Temple, and it has a relationship with many dignitaries and dignitaries in the central government, and you will not be in the slightest benefit to this place, to you, or to the Tang Dynasty. ”

"Done? Get out of the way. "Whether it is the current identity, or the Shengtang Enterprise, in fact, it is not what Zhu Peng really cares about, there are only two things he really cares about, one is to lock the coordinates of this world, and the other is to learn and study the civilization system of each world, and then feed back to the main body, regardless of the rest, the other party dissuades himself for such reasons, it can only be said that he has not figured out the situation at all.

Zhu Peng got up and broke hard, of course the young Waigang master couldn't let people go easily, the two fought at the edge of the sinkhole, Shi Weiguo's cultivation was obviously the ice department's mastery, and the fists and feet were cold, no one wanted to fight slower and slower, but this guy's boxing strength was cold and strong.

It's just that Shi Weiguo has just broken through Waigang for a long time after all, his ice spirit magic skills are pure, but the fist and foot martial arts itself is not as exquisite and powerful as Zhu Peng's Heavenly Demon Sixty-four Hands, of course, the Ice Department, one of the eight divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, has enough exquisite martial arts, but Shi Weiguo's own energy and comprehension are a little worse, and after twenty hands, Zhu Peng seized the opportunity to break through the shelf, and reprinted a palm on his chest, and a strange force that came from the Black Heaven Immeasurable Sutra suddenly tore apart the protective strength of the Waigang powerhouse, and even his internal organs were instantly distorted and severely damaged.

"Ahem......" retreated to the edge of the cliff of the sinkhole, although he was afraid that the Hanging Temple and the two of them were not fully fired, but Shi Weiguo already knew that he was not the opponent of the other party, and he could not stop this Mr. Tang with his martial arts.

"Think about it clearly, although you are stronger than me, but there are not many strong ones, there are nearly ten Waigang in the entire Hanging Buddha Temple, and there is also a great array of Buddhism left by the taboo powerhouse back then, especially the latter, controlled by the Waigang Living Buddha, it is claimed that even the taboo strong can be stopped, and your murderous past is just sending him to death. When he said this, Shi Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued: "The country doesn't care about here, it's just that the time is not yet ripe, and things always have to come step by step." ”

"I do things in the Demon Gate...... Do what you want, kill if you want! Wait and so on, kill as soon as possible, otherwise it will be boring to wait until the enemy is in his seventies and eighties. Passing Shi Weiguo on the side, Zhu Peng stood on the cliff of the sinkhole and stretched his hands against the fierce wind, and then he jumped down.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried.

Who has a grievance today?

A year later, Zhu Peng, who had accumulated, reserved, constantly released spiritual power, and spread witchcraft, awakened thousands of evil spirits in the hell path, and carried a miasma black wind like a volcanic eruption to hit the vast and majestic spiritual mountain of the Buddha Kingdom hanging in the air.

The great lamas of the Hanging Buddha Temple divided the entire Buddha Kingdom into three parts, the first part of which occupies the top of the Hanging Buddha Kingdom is, of course, the Hanging Buddha Kingdom itself, where tens of thousands of loudspeakers from all over the world practice, and even the entire Western Regions are subjugated under the influence of this diffusion.

In the middle is the human department, where there are nobles, chieftains, and serfs, who are responsible for order and production, and use their flesh and soul to support the shining Buddha kingdom in the sky.

The beings of the human realm have never left the sinkhole for almost their entire lives, and this is their whole world, born in a house, growing up in a house, and finally dying in a place, and the meaning of life for generations is only to make offerings to the Buddha kingdom and constantly pray for good fortune in future lives.

At the bottom is the hellish evil ghost road created in the crack of the sinkhole, where the natural poisonous miasma is clustered, the evil beasts are infested, and the great lamas of the hanging Buddhist temple have the intention to "feed and feed" gradually with the accumulation of white bones, and the hell evil ghost road gradually lives up to its name, not only for the role of deterring serfs, but its real role is actually to feed back to the Buddha country, turning anger into peace.

The power is conserved, there is no hell of evil ghosts and ghosts, the countless monks and great masters of the Hanging Buddha Temple chanting can not maintain the Donkey Kong Buddha Array to even the taboo strong do not dare to offend, the partner chanting in the Hanging Buddha Temple blesses a part of the formation power, turns the anger into peace and then transforms a part of the formation power, only after witnessing the darkness, can better understand the vast beauty of Buddhism, and worship the Buddha wholeheartedly, for the Hanging Buddha Temple, the establishment of the Hell Demon Road is really wonderful, no matter how good it is.

It's just that no matter how vast the Dharma is, the corpse mountains and bones in the Hell Demon Dao, the sea of corpses and bones in the Hell Demon Dao, it is impossible for all the evil qi to be transformed into a transformation, only a small part of it has been turned into peace, and most of the rest are deeply backlogged, but it doesn't matter, in terms of the power system of this world, there is no system that is better at using and controlling this kind of energy than Buddhism, so the backlog is also backlogged in the eyes of the Hanging Buddhist Temple, and no one can use it is equivalent to non-existence.

However, those who come out to mix always have to pay it back.

When Zhu Peng jumped down from the sinkhole and finally found the angry Hell Demon Dao, he knew that the Hanging Buddha Temple had been destroyed, and there was no shortage of methods to harness this power in the ancient cultivation of the Jade Introduction.

"The long-term hatred is endless, the days are long, the sea is dry and rotten, the vicissitudes of the sea, this hatred is endless.............. Hate hate hate ..................... "In the path of hell evil ghosts, the simple and desolate ancient witch wishes song and dance echoes, and when the song enters the ears, no one will feel inappropriate, and there is no direct impact.

However, in the hearts and minds of the entire Tiankeng listeners, they felt themselves from this song, and felt that they had been treated the most unjustly in this world, so they wept like a complaint, and could only express their strongest hatred with their songs.

The hatred of the vain dead in the path of hell and evil ghosts, the hatred of the serfs who work day and night in the way of the earth, the hatred of the chiefs and the nobles, even the novices and lamas in the suspended Buddhist temple on the spiritual mountain, they don't hate?

Hate the sky, hate the earth, hate everything, hate the vicissitudes of the sea, the sea is dry and rotten, and the universe is destroyed.

It is impossible for such a song to be extinguished.

Because as long as there is heaven and earth, there will be injustice. This song will not be extinguished, the days will be long and the time will end, and this hatred will never end!

Witchcraft, magic skills, thoughts, and blood all over the body were completely integrated into one by Zhu Peng, who rushed out of the hellish demon path, at this moment.

The heart of the pure yang immortal was broken, and the malicious poisonous dragon ripped off the golden lock and drilled out of Zhu Peng's chest, it turned into a huge black flame dragon circling and devouring the spirit mountain, and the wind and clouds changed, and a round of crazy rotating and spreading cloud qi was formed in the sky directly above the suspended Buddhist temple, like the huge mouth of the black flame dragon, to swallow this evil and dirty human Buddha country in one gulp.

It's not that Buddhism is bad, of course there are good Buddhism in this world, but the demon king Bo Xun also said to the Buddha: "At the end of the Dharma, my son and my grandson are monks, put on your robe, bad your Dharma, have the name of a monk, and practice the way of demons!"

"Hahahahaha...... Good Dharma, I haven't seen it in the world anyway. If Buddhism is full of this kind of injustice, whether you are a Buddha or a demon, I will kill them all!"

At the same time, Shi Weiguo, who had been guarding outside the sinkhole for more than a year, also heard the long-lasting hatred of the demonic voice.

"This song is not a magic sound............... It's the most intense hatred and accusation of all the injustices in the world! Such an evil demon is already similar to the righteous path! Great, really great. Shi Weiguo listened to this long-hating demon sound and his whole body trembled, for a while, he vomited a mouthful of blood, Zhu Peng used the power accumulated by the Hell Demon Dao for thousands of years to cast this long-hating demon sound, if it weren't for Shi Weiguo being a strong person in Waigang, if it weren't for the fact that Waigang in the Ice Department has always paid attention to spiritual cultivation, Shi Weiguo is likely to fall into madness or change his mind after today.

And at this time, the Hanging Buddha Temple in the Western Regions is known to the outside world as indestructible, and the Donkey Kong Buddha Array that can be used to resist the taboo strong collapsed, and nearly ten Waigang powerhouses who supported the formation instantly died or seriously injured most of them, because this is no longer a Zhu Peng is making a move, which is basically equivalent to Zhu Peng detonating an active volcano with the ancient cultivation magic on the jade profile, and the volcano is sitting under the butt of the Hanging Buddha Temple.

"Hahahahaha...... Pleasure, pleasure. You treat the world as a horse and a cow, how does it feel to be overturned to the ground by the world today? Are you as happy as me?" The Black Sun Sword Sutra accompanied by the vertical and horizontal sword light like a ball of flame collided with the only two Waigang of the Hanging Buddha Temple, these two Waigang Living Buddha did not preside over the formation and were sent to resist Zhu Peng, although they avoided the nightmare of death, but watching the black dragon, poisonous miasma, and the rotten skeletons in the sky coiled and destroyed the Hanging Buddha Temple, their hearts were cracking and dripping blood.

Regardless of whether these lamas believe in the Buddha or not, they really devoted their whole lives to the practice of worshipping the Buddha, and it is completely conceivable that they are completely destroyed today, and the impact on their hearts is completely conceivable.

The three Waigang fought endlessly in the chaos, exchanging injuries for injuries, Zhu Peng's body was scarred and the demon blood soaked in the Buddha country, but the two Waigang Living Buddhas on the opposite side were also cut off by him, or stabbed in the chest and abdomen.

"Maybe today is the day of the destruction of the Hanging Temple, but the Adversary, you are also destined to die here. The more seriously injured lama said so, and the next moment he glanced at the other lama, turned around and rushed into the collapsed Buddha country, Zhu Peng did not have time to chase and kill, because the next moment he was entangled by another lama with less serious injuries.

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