He told the story, of course, not to amuse the two of them, and when he was emotional and could tell, he secretly prepared for it.

The second half of the paragraph took a sharp turn.

The wisdom of modern people, one old and one young, has not gone through the poison of the Internet, one is slightly stunned, one laughs out loud, and the spirit is scattered.

"Here's your chance!" Zhang Yan stepped back and drew his sword, and pitch-black dragon scales emerged from his right hand, covering his entire forearm. The Yellow Sword, full of dark energy, appeared in his hand, and the tip of the sword was cocked, like a poisonous snake that chose to devour people.

A flash of black light.

Zhang Yan immediately flew up and shot backwards.

Boom! Boom! Two True Elements exploded two huge deep pits on either side of his body. The powerful True Yuan reaction appeared on the white-clothed old monk in an instant, and the golden Buddha light flashed, and countless spells were splashed out without money.

It was only then that the richly dressed young monk realized what had happened. His eyes turned red, and he roared angrily: "How dare a thief...... I'm going to kill you!"

"Stop!

The white-clothed old monk shouted, using his last strength to drag Zhang Yan for the young monk Nanluo.

"Master!" Nanra fell to his knees with tears in his eyes, bowed, and turned to fly into the distance.

The body wrapped in the white monk's robe had just left the ground, and it flew out less than a hundred feet, and a black dragon flew into the sky at a speed several times faster than him, and the cloud dragon probed its claws.

Five dragon claws as sharp as daggers scratched the head, and a pile of red, white, and white red oil tofu flowed out of the dragon's claws.

The unbreakable body protection skill just now was broken by Zhang Yanyi in the state of dragonization.

"Are you okay?"

The white-clothed old monk stopped his senseless attack, and the snow raised by the wave fell back to the ground, and his vision gradually became clear.

In the fluttering ice and snow, a dragon-headed human body, more than a foot tall, covered with pure black dragon scales, and a pair of dragon horns stood up high, as if a black giant wrapped in a pair of dragon-shaped armor appeared in the falling snow.

"You ......"

"So you ......"

The white-clothed old monk who was blackened and pierced his skull with a sword held on for a long time, and finally couldn't support it. In the center of the eyebrows, it has been sealed by Zhenyuan, as if the sword wound that only closes the vertical eyes can't be maintained, and blood beads continue to ooze out.

The white-clothed old monk sighed, sat down cross-legged, and the scripture mantras inherited from the Eagle Temple of the Great Snow Mountain in the upper part resounded through the snowfield. Before the hundred words were finished, the chanting had been interrupted.

An irrepressible injury erupted in the skull.

The remnants of the True Yuan Sword Qi that was pierced by the "Cheng Huang", the power of the escape caused by his own use of mana suppression. The energy from several different sources collided with each other, and the "boom" exploded.

On the snow, the headless corpse sitting cross-legged shook a few times, but still collapsed.

"I do have some ability, but it's a pity that ......" is a pity that the old monk in white died of his ability, or whether it is a pity that he has some admiration in his heart, but he still can't leave his body, Zhang Yan himself doesn't know.

He is not a pervert with an addiction to murder, he was full of murderous intentions before he started, and he does not regret it now, but he will not get pleasure from the end of the life of the two monks.

Feeling a little depressed in his heart, the pitch-black flying sword swung left and right.

Two pure dark energies fell on the corpses of the two monks, completely annihilating the two corpses.

At the bottom of the two large pits in the snow that had been eroded by dark energy, there were one or two things left in each.

Zhang Yan waved his palms, the earth and rocks surged, and the snow flew all over the sky, completely filling everything in.

It is somewhat valuable to be shrouded in dark power and not be crushed and annihilated along with the corpse. It's just that he doesn't take it, not because he has a habit of cleanliness, but maybe he's going to be in big trouble!

The white-clothed old monk dressed according to his cultivation, and the decoration on the monk's robe was the same as the content of his speech, showing that he was a "Venerable Master" inside and out. With the fact that he is not inferior to Mu Yuda, he may be stronger than the combat power of the Master of Inaba Temple Longan and the Master of Yangshu of Hulin Dabu Temple, more than ninety out of nine is still a titled master!

Who was Nanluo who was taken out by him to travel, protecting the Dharma while teaching him?

The realm is extremely high, and compared to his realm, the combat aspect can be said to be extremely poor. The young age, the decoration of the monk's robe, and the words of the old monk in white all show that the identity of the young monk is higher than that of the old monk in white.

In this way, the identity of Nanra is about to come out!

"Mighty reincarnation...... Dapeng Ming King Chabu Gugupta is still in the Zabushi Jiachen Luncuo Monastery, and there is no vacancy in the upper seat. Then he can only be the reincarnation of one of the Eight Venerables!

Killing one of the twenty-four Venerables of the Snowy Buddha Gate, Zhang Yan did not dare to be careless, and carefully cleaned up the traces left behind. After cleaning, immediately flee the scene.

The wind and snow are long. It was falling, and the snow was heavy again. The sky was full of goose feather-like snowflakes, and in less than a cup of tea, the snow on the top layer of the ground was no longer the previous layer.

Everything was covered in wind and snow, as if it were written off.

A little apricot yellow suddenly flashed, and a middle-aged monk wearing a thick yellow monk's robe and a high hat appeared in the clearing. Looking at the ornamentation and color of his monk's robe, it is very similar to that of the Venerable Santo, the presiding officer of Shanjie Temple. But his body was completely different from the aging Santo, the shoulders and arms stretched out of the monk's robe were extremely powerful, and the muscles were knotted, rolling with a thin layer of golden light.

It makes people suspect that it is King Kong in the painting, and the clay Arhat descended to the mortal world.

The thick monk's robe was worn into only one sleeve, and the remaining half swayed in the air with the wind and snow.

In his left hand, he was wearing a monk's robe, holding a stout staff that was six feet long.

The yellow-robed monk's staff pointed at it, and on the head of the staff, I don't know if it was a god or a demon, and the statue of the protector god with four heads and eight arms was vicious and abnormal, and two rays of light suddenly shot out in his eyes. On the snowy field, a mist of light of the same color as the statue's eyes suddenly rose and fluttered.

Within a mile or two of the vicinity, mist of the same color wafted everywhere.

"Sure enough, it's the breath of the Divine Deer Venerable Nanra!"

The tall and strong yellow-clothed monk's face became nervous, and he shouted: "Go!"

The staff fell from the sky and plunged into the middle of the snow.

Immediately behind the staff, a pair of bare feet stepped on the icy snow.

The yellow-clothed monk was unconscious, and suddenly let out a sharp roar from his mouth, piercing the sky. He cut the veins of his wrists, dipped his hands in blood, and imprinted sixteen bloody palm prints on all sides of the staff. Then he poured blood on the statue of the protector on the top of the staff's head.

The god-like statue of the Dharma Protector made a "rui" laugh, as if it had come to life, and the light in his eyes was even more brilliant.

I saw that the monk opened his robe and danced wildly around the staff in the snow, sometimes throwing his body to the ground, sometimes shouting and running. Under his crazy dance, the magic power in the eyes of the Dharma Protector Statue became more and more powerful.

In the mist that shrouded the snowfield, the brilliance condensed. As if going back in time, Nanluo, the white-clothed old monk, and the image of Zhang Yan after the dragon appeared in the fog one after another. Although he couldn't trace the whole story, it was enough for him to see that Nanra had been killed.

"Nanluo is dead! Nanluo is dead! Hahahaha, die well! Die well!" The yellow-clothed monk, who was so strong and frightening, suddenly laughed loudly: "Why can a guy who has no ability be reincarnated in the world and occupy a high position! Die well! Die so well!"

Behind him, the monk who had been hiding ten miles away and was paying attention to him from afar hurried over when he heard the voice: "The unparalleled Venerable Sumeru, has Venerable Nanluo really returned to the Buddha land?"

"Not bad!" replied the yellow-robed monk who had arrived earlier.

"Venerable Shenlu returns to Western Bliss!" "Nanluo is dead!" Several monks who came one after another were shocked, shouting, ignoring the presence of Qiwu Wen Hezhen, they all exclaimed and gathered together to discuss.

It took a long time for a monk to stand up and ask, "Master Wushuang Sumeru, may I ask if Venerable Shenlu was killed by someone, and who is the murderer?"

The yellow-robed giant man named "Unparalleled Mighty Sumeru Master" Qiwu Wen Hezhen laughed, and his thick right arm waved and drew a circle.

In the round light, the image of Zhang Yan after the dragon appeared impressively.

"Dragon Demon!" "It's a Dragon Demon!"

After a few months, his identity has become quite famous, and he began to provide him with a large number of points. If this were not the case, Zhang Yan would not be able to calculate the ratio of using his real identity and hiding his identity to gain points.

The name of the dragon and demon is not only spread in the Changshan Mutation area, but also with the cultivators who come and leave, it is transmitted back to all forces and various cultivation families. In the informed Xiuzhen family, the word "dragon and demon" can stop children crying at night!

"The Peerless Venerable Sumeru!" After several monks exclaimed, they all bowed down in front of Qiwu Wenhezhen, and one of them said: "Although Venerable Shenlu is not the Venerable of our lower seat, Nanra is only the reincarnation of Venerable Shenlu, and has not yet fully inherited the mana and wisdom of Venerable. But after all, he is one of the twenty-four Venerables revered by all the monks of Gasha Shamen Mountain, and being killed by the devil outside the mountain is a common shame for the thousands of mountains and temples of Gasha Shamen!"

"We pray to you, who have great powers, to catch up, kill the murderer, and wash away this shame for thousands of mountains and temples!"

The monks who were elected to speak on behalf of the monks grabbed the ground with their heads and shouted loudly.

Behind him, several monks made the same action together, knocked their heads to the ground, and shouted in unison: "We pray for you, who have great powers, to catch up, kill the murderer, and wash away this shame for thousands of mountains and temples!"

Most of the monks burst into tears.

Qi Wu Wenhe really looked up at the sky, let out a long roar, and promised fiercely: "Okay!"

Pulling out the staff that pierced through the snow, he took a big stride and pursued in the direction where Zhang Yan had left.

Heavy footsteps shook the snowy ground.

The title of "Peerless Mighty Sumeru" is not taken arbitrarily!

Although the lineage of Qiwu Wen Hezhen has not been able to enter the ranks of the twenty-four Venerables, it is also famous in the snowy Buddhism, and he has felt the earth, mountains and rivers to temper his body, and achieved unparalleled strength. Originally, it was the first-class inheritance in the thousands of mountains and temples of Gasha Shamen Mountain.

In his generation, talent meets complement each other, and the best talent meets the most suitable inheritance. "The Unparalleled Mighty Sumeru Master"! The title he received is enough to show his achievements in military achievements!

As long as he puts his feet on the earth, he can get a steady stream of support.

Giving up flying, Kiwor Win Hezhen became extremely sharp.

In the cold wind and snow, the faint residue that ordinary supernatural powers, and even cultivators in the Judan stage could not detect, gathered into his mind bit by bit.