This dream was a little confused from beginning to end, and there were too many doubts for him, and he still couldn't understand it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Jiang Xue, who has the same appearance as Huohuo, has a cold temperament, but she has been looking for herself.

But what is Jiang Xue's relationship with him? Why is she looking for herself? And is there any connection with Huohuo?

Moreover, when did the earthlings descend on the giant world, whether they survived, and where they are now?

Also, how could he have fallen into such a virtual realm, and he had been trapped for more than a thousand years? I had known that the World Tree was also trapped in it, but now I think about it, it is extremely terrifying, after all, the power of the World Tree is not inferior to that of the gods.

He didn't know anything about this, so he could only guess, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't speculate without enough information.

And what Zhuang Xia couldn't let go of the most was the look at the young man, as if he was looking at himself in the mirror, which was extremely weird.

The face of the young man at the end made him have a lot of guesses, but although this dream has a head, it has no tail, even if he wants to confirm something and find out the answer to the mystery, it is impossible.

If only I had some more time, a little more time.

Zhuang Xia must find the answer, hoping that the dream will continue, or return to the giant world to find some clues.

With a long sigh, Zhuang Xia walked out of the door, looking into the distance, looking at the scene of late spring.

Baihua Villa has become lively, and many disciples are practicing martial arts diligently, refining their muscles and bones, otherwise they will not be good at martial arts in the future, and they will have to suffer a lot when they walk the rivers and lakes.

Zhuang Xia was still thinking about last night's dream, although he gained a lot, but it added a lot of doubts to him, so that he couldn't help but look for it.

His steps went out, as if he had cast the Taoist spell of shrinking the ground into inches, and he reached the top of the mountain in a short time.

Along the way, they passed by many people, but they didn't find any trace of Zhuang Xia, or rather, Zhuang Xia's speed was too fast, so they didn't have any sense.

On the top of the mountain, the Heaven Swallowing Furnace flew out, and it quickly gathered the wind and clouds, like a tornado, extremely weird.

Under the Heaven Swallowing Furnace, Zhuang Xia performed the Martial Saint Fist with one punch and one kick, meticulous and focused like a beginner.

Before you know it, a few days have passed.

With the practice again and again, the hundreds of thousands of years of tempering in the dream have returned to this body step by step from consciousness.

Zhuang Xia's punches were very slow, and the boxing was even more standard and exemplary, but his punches were getting faster and faster, faster and faster, and then the air whirred sound, and finally there was an air explosion, until there was a vacuum around him.

At this time, Zhuang Xia's figure was no longer visible here, and he couldn't hear any sound of boxing, as if he had disappeared out of thin air here.

But in fact, his speed is too fast, and his fist power is too strong, so that people can't see his figure clearly, and the air can't get close to him.

Then, his figure appeared, and the speed became slower and slower, but the charm of the golden figure in his true meaning inheritance became heavier and heavier.

It's just that Zhuang Xia frowned, although there was that faint charm on his body, but no matter how he practiced, he still had a thin film in the end, and he couldn't reach the realm of the golden figure, he knew that he was a little worse, but he didn't know what was missing.

With a sigh, Zhuang Xia stopped, and the Heaven Swallowing Furnace also returned to his body again.

The time has not yet come, and it is still a little bit short.

However, the progress of the Martial Saint Fist has greatly increased his strength, but outsiders can't see it.

Stepping down the mountain, Zhuang Xia had a big meal, but at this time he received a message that he had to go down the mountain.

In the southerner of the Central Plains, there is a large mountain, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, lush and green is full of primeval forests, in which there are countless fierce beasts, tigers, bears, wolves and leopards breed in it.

Deep in the mountains, under a cliff, a bald-headed obese monk opened his evil eyes.

The tattered robe on his body was only faintly golden, and it can also be known from the workmanship of the needlework that this robe was originally an extremely precious thing.

It seems that after years of wind and rain, it has become so gray and simple, and now it is only better than a rag.

This fat monk has a ring scar on his head, clear eyebrows and small eyes, but his lips are extremely large, and his thick ears are very Buddha-like.

With the fat of his body, if he dresses more dignifiedly, he can fool many people of their money when he goes out.

It's just that he doesn't need to fool, what he needs, he always grabs, if someone stops him, he will cut it with a knife.

If you want money, he has always robbed it, and if you want a woman, you can take it away.

Those who don't obey have already fallen to the ground.

He called himself a Buddha and killed countless people, as long as anyone did not follow his wishes, he would let the other party go to the Yellow Spring.

However, although he proclaimed himself to be a Buddha Killer, many people still called him a Demon Killer, because his murderous nature could not be called a Buddha at all, but he fell into the path of demons.

In the past, in the rivers and lakes, he was also a person who pointed out the situation, but he was seriously injured and hid in the mountains to avoid trouble.

Of course, those who besieged him were also killed by him, and his sect, the Killing Great Buddha Temple, also suffered many casualties in that battle.

Thinking of the battle that almost died, the Killing Buddha sneered, the fool of Baihua Villa, want to kill me?

Come to think of it, you elites of Hundred Flowers Villa are dead, and Hundred Flowers Villa has also fallen, right?

Don't worry if Hundred Flowers Villa will rise, because I'll crush it with my own hands!

"I'm killing the Buddha and I'm going to go out of the mountain again, I believe many old friends have forgotten my name, right?

But don't worry, I'll make it easier for you than ever!"

Suddenly, the fat monk let out a long roar, alarming countless birds and beasts in the forest.

Lifting the long knife in his hand, he immediately attracted the power of heaven and earth, and with a single sword, the sword qi of more than ten meters fell on the cliff, and countless rocks fell in an instant.

Half-step Grand Master, I have been trapped in this realm for decades, and I have finally broken through, finally broken through!

Since then, I have turned from a fish to a dragon, becoming a giant in the rivers and lakes, dominating one side, and no longer afraid of anyone!

I killed the great name of the Buddha, and I want the people of the world to remember it to death, so that they will tremble when they hear it!

I also have to thank the group of dead ghosts in Baihua Villa, otherwise I wouldn't be able to break through, hahahaha!

Like a ghost, he tapped in the treetops, and then he sped away, towards the outside of the mountain.

Jianghu, I'm coming!

In the tea shed, several people sit and drink tea, they are all people in a hurry, and they rest here.

The owner of the tea shed looks middle-aged, making tea for people, with a strong smile on his face.

At this moment, a fat monk walked in, but he was in rags, worse than a beggar.

"Here's a pot of good tea!" the fat monk's evil voice was cold, as if he had commanded.

The boss knew that most of this person couldn't afford to pay, but the long knife stained with blood made him dare not refuse, and nodded quickly.

After a while, the fat monk drank good tea.

At the other table, a couple who saw the fat monk left in a hurry with a few slaves.

The woman was good-looking, plump and jade, and her figure was very tempting of a bride.

"Stop. The Killing Buddha smiled, "The woman stays, and the others can get out." ”

The couple couldn't believe what they had heard, how could this man ask them to sacrifice her woman!

They have never heard of or seen such a shameless and shameless person.

But today, they saw it, and the object was right in front of them.

"You guys beat him up, let's go!" the man hurried away with the woman, and the servants drew their big knives from their waists and slashed at the fat monk.

The Killing Buddha sneered: "Toast and don't eat and drink, I fancy you are your blessing, and now it seems that I still have to do it myself." ”

In an instant, the corpses of several slaves who rushed to the ground separated and fell to the ground with a pop.

When the couple saw it, they shouted and ran, and the owner of the tea shed left his belongings and ran away immediately.

Such a devil, why did they run into it!

It's just how they escaped, the owner of the tea shed and the man fell in a pool of blood, with their eyes open.

"Oh, don't, let me go!" the woman's screams continued, but the sound of tearing clothes was heard incessantly.

In a short time, the man rushed into his destination and slammed into it, and the woman struggled and screamed to no avail.

The fat monk raped the woman in broad daylight, and the other party's struggle and screams made him even more interested.

After a while, he put down his two snow-white thighs, listened to the ticking sound on the table, put on his clothes, and said in a faint voice: "It tastes good." ”

The taste of his wife, he hadn't tasted in years.

The woman lay numb on the table, her legs slipping to the ground.

Hearing the fat monk's words, she put on her clothes, picked up a slave's big knife, and looked at the fat monk without speaking.

The killing Buddha mocked in his heart, you want to kill me because you are a weak woman?

But the woman did not rush forward, but immediately drew a knife and killed herself, and immediately blood stained her body red.

Seeing the blood staining the body that had been enjoyed, the Killing Buddha felt very unlucky, flicked his sleeves and left immediately.

This kind of killing is just a small fragment of his journey.

In a short period of time, the name of a demon spread in the rivers and lakes, because he had created too many killings, and it was like killing people.

The Killing Buddha, the name that could stop children crying back then, is now reappearing, and its notoriety is even more infamous than ever.