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"Ahem!Chen Ying, go and kill that person over there!" Pu Xin said weakly, panting. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chen Ying held the Jialan Divine Sword high, looking at the already weak and unresounding Puxin, the once powerful, sky-like figure had become this weak old man covered in black charcoal at this time.

"Obey! Master!" Chen Ying didn't know what she was thinking, and her eyes flashed like a complicated look at this time!

Cui Yu chuckled, I am dying! Gently closed his eyes, and a complicated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The black Garan Divine Sword bloomed with its brilliant sword light, like the moon falling, piercing the night sky! Crimson blood sprinkled in the air, like a blood elf.

Pu Xin looked at Chen Ying and became even weaker.

"Why?"

Puxin's tone now was filled with infinite sadness.

"Master!" a cry of sorrow sounded.

Most of the black Garan Divine Sword was submerged in Puxin's body, Chen Ying took a deep breath and said, "Master, master, what kind of fate do you think I can get if I kill them and then follow you back to Shaolin Temple?"

Without Puxin answering, Chen Ying said to herself, her face was full of madness.

"I don't know who this person is, even if I kill him and make a great contribution, what will I get. At most, I will no longer abolish my martial arts, and I will be confined in the Shaolin Town Demon Tower, tortured, and life is worse than death. ”

Cui Yu watched coldly as the master and apprentice staged a master-killing scene here, with an extra crystal card in his right hand, and chanting a spell in a low voice.

"So, so, it's not fair! I want to ......" Chen Ying clenched her fists and said fiercely, "I want more, more." ”

"What do you get?"

Chen Ying proudly spit out a few words, but it made Puxin's heart change color.

"The magic of an arhat is on you!"

"How do you know?" Pu Xin could no longer compose, his weak body struggled, and blood flowed quickly from the sword god of the Garan Divine Sword.

"Don't forget, my master, I was adopted and raised by you, and your secret is not a secret to me!"

"You...... Ah......h

Pu Xin's face was dry, and his body fell heavily to the ground, and the blood soon formed a large pool of blood under Pu Xin's body.

Chen Ying didn't want to drag it out any longer, so she didn't talk nonsense to Pu Xin, and quickly understood him.

"Master! (Master) Chen Ying, you should be damned!"

The monks lying around kept cursing.

Chen Ying laughed insolently, looked at the monks lying around him arrogantly, and said: "Don't worry, soon you can go to accompany the master and his old man, he will not be lonely on the road!"

"Abominable!

"Chen Ying, you damn it!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

The cursing made Chen Ying not only not angry, but even more crazy.

Now that everyone has lost their combat effectiveness, lying all over the ground, at his mercy, everyone's lives are in his hands, and he is now in control of the life and death of everyone here, this feeling makes him obsessed.

He enjoys the feeling, so he wants to enjoy it to the fullest. Because he knew that after today, it would be difficult for him to enjoy this feeling again.

Chen Ying no longer paid attention to this group of monks who had gone mad, and looked at Pu Xin, who was already exhausted.

Thinking of the magic of an arhat, Chen Ying's heart seemed to fall into a furnace, and her whole body was boiling.

Chen Ying didn't even bother to untie the shackles in his hand, so he casually threw the Garan Divine Sword aside, and then quickly groped around Puxin's corpse. When Chen Ying stopped groping, there were already many purple-gold silk silk the size of a handkerchief in his hand, but it didn't look like it was made of ordinary silk thread, but an unknown metal wire, and the soft silk silk reflected the misty metal glow.

After carefully putting the silk silk into his arms, he had to find the Garan Divine Sword that he had just discarded, and then it was time for him to have fun.

But Chen Ying's face changed, and the Garan Divine Sword that had been placed beside him disappeared at this time!

"Hey, hey. Are you looking for something that I can help you with?"

Chen Ying turned his head in horror, but saw Cui Yu standing behind him, the Garan Divine Sword in his hand patted his shoulder, looking like a hanger, and he looked like a strict person on weekdays.

Cui Yu is really angry now, he is almost going to confess here today, and endless anger is full of Cui Yu's heart.

"How is that possible?" Chen Ying couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Cui Yu was covered with scars and almost lost half of his life, this was what he saw with his own eyes, although Cui Yu at this time was not unscathed, but the majestic momentum and powerful innate qi lingered all over his body.

"Bang!"

A whip shadow kicked Chen Ying's face fiercely, Chen Ying only felt as if his face had been trampled by a fierce bull, and he almost lost consciousness in pain.

This kick seemed to open up the fear of Cui Yu in Chen Ying's heart, in the Dongyang Palace, in the town government military camp. Chen Ying's frightened hands dragged her body weakly towards Cui Yu in the distance.

"Die!" Cui Yu was as fast as lightning, and the Jialan Divine Sword turned into a black horse.

"Cut!" Cui Yu disdainfully put away the Garan Divine Sword, he actually overestimated this guy. It's so easy to deal with this guy.

"What's his name? What's Chen? Forget it!" Cui Yu said to himself indifferently, and then took out the arhat magic that Chen Ying had put into his arms.

The silk cloth with the magic of arhats written on it has a soft texture, and there is a cool and comfortable feeling in the hand.

Cui Yu unfolded it with one hand, and casually included this martial arts internal skill mastery in his eyes.

But for a moment, Cui Yu was dumbfounded, and only five sentences were simply written on the handkerchief-sized silk cloth.

"He is an arhat because he is free from all afflictions;

He is an arhat because he has killed an enemy who has slain troubles;

With the blessing of breaking the cycle of reincarnation, he is an arhat;

To be eligible to receive offerings, etc., and therefore to be an arhat;

Because there is no secret of malignancy, he is an arhat. ”

I don't know what the five sentences mean, but Cui Yu can feel that these five sentences contain profound Buddhist principles, but he, who has never been very interested in Buddhism, can't understand the meaning of these five sentences at all.

Taking the silk cloth into his arms, Cui Yu hurriedly walked to Hua Manlou, stuffed a big pill in his mouth, and saw that his breath had stabilized, so he breathed a long sigh of relief.

This time it was his desperate move, and he had to pay all the responsibility for the current situation. Although he doesn't regret it, his heart is full of guilt for being involved in Hua Manlou for no reason and helping him wholeheartedly.

Seeing that Hua Manlou had begun to breathe and recover from internal injuries, Cui Yu also took out a big pill and filled it into his mouth, now is not the time to feel distressed about the merit value.

Cui Yu touched the Arhat magic secret book in his arms, and his heart moved, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of Cui Yu's mouth.

Cui Yu checked Puxin's body again, and sure enough, he found a silk cloth of the secret book that was very similar to the secret book of the Arhat Divine Skill, which was the Shaolin Temple's King Kong Not Bad Gong.

Seeing that Puxin's body was desecrated by Chen Ying, a traitor to Shaolin Temple, and Cui Yu, they all cursed angrily.

It's just that this group of people eat fasting and chant Buddha in Shaolin Temple all year round, far away from the red world, where will there be any scolding words, over and over again are some hateful, evil thieves, and sin deserve death. Such clichés can no longer be clichéd.

Cui Yu smiled treacherously and walked towards the pile of monks lying on the ground, to ask Cui Yu what he was going to do, of course he was going to ransack them.

Cui Yu, who has come to this world and has been living and dying several times, has long discarded the thoughts of his previous life that are not suitable for living in this world.

However, Cui Yu didn't want to kill these monks, it didn't do him any good to do so, and killing these monks who were already powerless, the high sin value was also something Cui Yu didn't want to bear.

The killing in the military camp and the Dongyang Palace, Cui Yu has borne a lot of guilt, and now that the revenge has been avenged, Cui Yu doesn't want to bear the unwarranted sin.

However, robbing these monks, Cui Yu has no psychological burden at all, this group of monks has made themselves suffer so much, if he doesn't take back some of the spoils, Cui Yu's heart will not be comfortable.

For a while, in the temple, the curses and screams of a group of monks were endless, which was simply appalling, and those who saw it shed tears.

When Cui Yu left the temple with Hua Manlou in his arms, he saw a group of naked monks lying in the temple courtyard, which was spectacular.