"Amitabha! That's it! I'm afraid that the poor monk will violate the temple rules of Buddhism! But for the sake of peace in the world, the poor monk is duty-bound!"

Zhang Tiandao looked at the kneeling soldiers below, as well as the ordinary people, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, it was another income, I don't know how many believers he can get, and said helplessly.

"Thank you, Holy Monk, send the treasure quickly!"

Seeing Zhang Tiandao agree, the emperor was overjoyed, and his heart was extremely grateful, and he quickly ordered the guards to bring the horned carriage over.

"Amitabha! Actually, the poor monk doesn't need treasures, but Pudu Cihang's mana is profound! The poor monk can only gather the treasures of the world and exercise a spiritual fire that gathers the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon!"

Zhang Tiandao looked below, and the carriage full of aura said happily, and said solemnly, the emperor and the ministers beside him instantly believed,

"Holy monk, these are enough, there are still some treasures in the palace!"

"Holy monk, the old man also has some treasures in his house!"

"Your Majesty, the ministers are also willing to offer treasures!"

"Your Majesty, the last general is willing to offer a double halberd! It is a five-hundred-year-old black iron cast!"

The emperor and many ministers directly believed Zhang Tiandao's words, because the weapons in their hands were of no use except for heavy and sharp in their hands.

The refining level of this world is extremely backward, as can be seen from the fact that Yan Chixia only has a sword, the thousand-year-old tree demon has nothing, and the old demon of Black Mountain is a skull mountain, which can be seen.

The emperor and many ministers began to donate, and ordered the entourage to run towards the treasures at home, and the entourage was all warriors, and they acted very fast.

"Roar!"

The black clouds are getting closer and closer, and the figure of a centipede hundreds of meters is clearly visible, and a low roar comes from time to time, as if the end of the world is coming.

Pudu Cihang was full of anger at this time, he planned for ten years, waited for the fall of the dynasty, used secret methods, stole dragon liquid, and finally began to use the imperial city to turn the dragon into a dragon, but he didn't expect it to be a failure.

"Roar!"

Just as Pudu Cihang approached the Imperial City, the Divine Dragon of Fortune on the Imperial City felt a huge threat and manifested his true body.

appeared in front of everyone's eyes, let out a low roar from his mouth, his head was raised, and the huge scar on his tail was revealed, and he confronted Pudu Cihang from afar.

"Holy monk, what is this?"

The moment the dragon appeared, the emperor suddenly felt cordial, as if he had a mysterious connection, looked at Zhang Tiandao, and asked suspiciously,

"Amitabha, that's the luck of an imperial city!" Zhang Tiandao looked at the emperor with pity, and explained the reason, in fact, there was still a purpose, hoping that the emperor could turn back, reorganize the mountains and rivers, and save the people from the suffering of war.

"How is that possible?"

The emperor had a guess in his heart, and when he heard Zhang Tiandao's words, he directly confirmed the guess, and his eyes looked at the Xuanhuang Divine Dragon in the air again,

The figure was shocked, his face turned pale, and he said in disbelief, in the eyes of the dragon, he saw destruction, saw death and silence,

"Roar!"

Pudu Cihang kept approaching, and the luck god dragon felt that the dynasty was facing annihilation, roared, and his figure turned into substance, rushing towards Pudu Cihang,

"Shenlong! show up! God bless me!"

"I will be protected by heaven!

It's a dragon! We're saved!"

The people and guards below who don't know the truth only feel that the dragon appears, which is auspicious, and the dragon represents powerful, sacred, and irresistible.

In the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, there is only the legend of the dragon, but it has never appeared, according to legend, the dragon is a god that can be compared with the gods and demons, and the injury on the dragon's tail is automatically ignored.

Listening to the discussion below, the emperor's face became more and more ugly, and looking at the excited people below, a feeling of shame emerged in his heart,

"Boom, boom, boom!"

But after a while, the excited faces of the people below changed, from the excitement at the beginning, to the solemnity, and finally to despair.

The loud noises in the sky kept coming, the desolate screams kept ringing out, and everyone's expressions were already sluggish and desperate.

The situation in the sky subverted everyone's understanding of the dragon, and they saw that the divine dragon, which was not the opponent of the giant centipede at all, was abused,

The dragon has been covered with scaly wounds, constantly being abused by centipedes, the yellow scales are constantly being lifted away, and the flesh and blood are swallowed by centipedes.

In front of the centipede, the dragon is so weak, everyone's complexion has changed greatly, full of despair, the centipede is extremely terrifying, the dragon is not an opponent, who can save us,

Full of sorrow, looking at the sky, he suddenly saw Zhang Tiandao with a calm face on the inn, who was called a holy monk by the emperor.

At this time, in the eyes of everyone, Zhang Tiandao is like an immortal Buddha standing on the top of the sky, like the clouds of the nine heavens, noble and mysterious!

"Ask the holy monk to save me!"

The people in despair knelt down one after another and bowed to Zhang Tiandao, at this time, many ministers and emperors were anxious, why hadn't the retainers come yet,

As for whether Zhang Tiandao was Pudu Cihang's opponent, they didn't want to think about it, and they didn't dare to think about it, Shenlong was not an opponent, if even the holy monk was not an opponent, what should they do! Death is the only destination!

"Hahahaha! I can't imagine that you are so weak! This king has been worried about you!"

Pudu Cihang was ravaging the Fortune Dragon, roaring in his mouth, if he hadn't been afraid of the Luck Dragon, he would have already annexed the Imperial Fortune,

At this time, he was a little grateful, the person who sabotaged its plan, if it weren't for him, I was afraid that he would have to wait for several years, absorbing the dragon qi like a cocoon,

Pudu Cihang firmly controlled the luck dragon, no matter how it struggled, he couldn't break free, and he tore off pieces of flesh and swallowed it into his stomach.

The flesh and blood turned into luck in the stomach, Pudu Cihang's face suddenly showed a color of pain, and then his whole body was shining with golden light,

There seemed to be a god and demon praise all around, his face became serene, and his breath emanated, terrifying, almost sweeping everything like a tornado,

The majestic city wall was lifted in an instant, and then for some reason Pudu Cihang did not use his momentum to impact the imperial city, Zhang Tiandao's tense mind relaxed, and he was almost about to summon a strange fire.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Zhang Tiandao's mind was relieved, but the emperor, many ministers, and many people, how could they have ever seen such a method, like gods and demons,

His face was pale, his throat was constantly surging up and down, and the timid fainted even more, and when he saw a dozen carriages coming,

The emperor and many ministers looked surprised, and quickly ran downward, disgusted that the carriage was too slow, and actually went to push the cart,

The dignity of the emperor, the princes and generals, all put down their dignity, looked at Zhang Tiandao with longing and expectation, and blessed in their hearts,

"Holy monk, look! this is the treasure of the Imperial City!"

When the carriage appeared in front of Zhang Tiandao, the emperor quickly ran to the inn and said to Zhang Tiandao, looking excited, finally saved!

"Amitabha! For the sake of all sentient beings in the world!

Zhang Tiandao's eyes showed joy, and the treasure was not wasted, and then nodded heavily, and said solemnly,

With a movement of his divine sense, he swept towards the wildebeest carriage below, and took the wildebeest into the demonic qi world and stored it temporarily.

"Amitabha! For the sake of the common people in the world! I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!

Putting away many treasures, Zhang Tiandao smiled compassionately at everyone, his face was full of determination, his steps were firm, and he walked into the air,

The people below are already fascinated at this moment, he is like a Nine Heavens Immortal Buddha, walking in the sky, attracting the attention of the whole heaven and earth, and the heaven and the earth seem to exist because of him,

"Wicked!

Slowly flying to the edge of the imperial city, standing on the clouds, Zhang Tiandao's body exuded a faint golden light, he didn't forget his image in anything, which was conducive to publicity, and his mouth made a vast voice,

The emperor and others in the imperial city looked at Zhang Tiandao intently, watching every move, silently expecting in their hearts,

"Who are you?"

The huge centipede chewed on the flesh and blood, and when it heard Zhang Tiandao's voice, its huge head poked out of the clouds, and its two eyes looked at Zhang Tiandao like lanterns.

"Amitabha! The poor monk is here to subdue demons and punish demons! Please also ask the donor to tie his hands and arrest him! Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and the poor monk will let you live!"

Zhang Tiandao looked at the huge hideous head, and said calmly in his heart, the hearts of many ministers and emperors in the imperial city almost fell to their throats,

Hearing Zhang Tiandao's words, everyone was full of disappointment and despair, originally thought that Zhang Tiandao could power the king of the wild, but who knew that he was like a nerd, (to be continued.) )