Chapter 210 - [Murong Bo]

Hearing this, the old eunuch's face twitched. Obviously, being called by Murong Fu to break his martial arts made him uncomfortable. You must know that since he created the divine skill, he has never walked around the rivers and lakes, and he has no idea how Emperor Yan Murong Fu would know the name of the divine skill he created.

"Don't talk nonsense, dare to break into the palace privately, and let the mourning family send you to see the king of Hades. The old eunuch smiled coldly to hide his fear.

With a flick of his fingers, the embroidery needle between his hands suddenly flew out. The old eunuch's ten fingers were connected to the vermilion silk thread to control the flying needle, and in an instant, a set of exquisite swordsmanship came out of his palm. The swordsmanship uses the embroidery needle as the sword, which is very fast, but in just a breath, the white bright embroidery needle has already reached Murong Fu's face.

"I want to fight with this little trick ?......"

Murong Fu called "go", the method of turning the stars and the great shift of Qiankun was triggered, and the energy circled, only to hear the buzzing sound, and in an instant, all the embroidery needles that shot at him flew back upside down, and the speed was several times faster than that sent by the old eunuch, and all of them penetrated the old eunuch's body.

The old eunuch's whole body burst into a rain of blood, and he screamed miserably, and fell to the ground in breath.

Murong Fu took a step forward, groped in his arms, took out a secret book, which was the "Sunflower Treasure Book", smiled and put it in his arms, kicked away the old eunuch's body, and continued to walk towards the slightly trembling bed.

Under the bed, Zhao Heng and several concubines hiding below were already frightened with feces and urine, shaking violently like a leprosy attack.

"Zhao Heng Xiaoer, don't get out and die......"

Murong Fu exhaled coldly, the flame knife slashed away, and the bed collapsed, revealing a few trembling people. Zhao Heng shrank behind several concubines, covered in sweat.

"Spare your life! Hero, you let us go, you can do whatever you want us to do!"

Several concubines were quite opportunistic, trembling and crawling to kneel in front of Murong Fu's feet, begging bitterly, their delicate faces distorted and frightened, where was there still a little blood.

Murong Fu laughed and said, "That's good, it's okay to live if you want to!" Go, whoever kills Zhao Heng, I will spare her from dying......"

Several concubines looked at Zhao Heng and then at Murong Fu, and finally made a decision, and suddenly jumped over together, using their hands and feet, beating Zhao Heng desperately, and pinching Zhao Heng's neck with both hands.

"You, you...... How dare you murder my ......"

Zhao Heng babbled, and before he finished speaking, he was strangled to death by several concubines on the spot.

"You also deserve to be called 'I', there is only Emperor Yan in the world, how can you Zhao Heng Xiao'er!"

Murong Fulang smiled heartily, floated out of the house, and disappeared like a ghost, and after a while, his figure continued to appear all over the harem, mercilessly, killing all the sons and daughters of the Zhao family.

Killed until the moon hung in the sky, and killed all the people surnamed Zhao in the palace, Murong Fu approved the star to hang the moon and stay away, and rushed to another place.

At this moment, he has to go to another place and kill another person, only by killing that person, the road to sweeping the Central Plains in the future will be smoother.

Before, Murong Fu was not sure to kill that person, but at this time, he was already sure.

The Shaolin beggar gang always jumped out from time to time to disrupt his plans, and now the beggar gang is not worried, but Shaolin still has a master, Murong Fu wants to go here to sweep away the crisis of Shaolin together, and in the future, the army will go south in order to annex the Central Plains in one fell swoop.

With such a plan, Murong Fu was full of murderous intentions, and traveled all the way day and night, quickly approaching Shaolin Temple. On the way, he seized the time to study the two secret books "Nine Yin True Scripture" and "Sunflower Treasure Book".

At this time, Murong Fu's martial arts had reached an unprecedented height, and he studied these two secret books only to learn from the essence of them to help him break through. Half a month later, when he was able to catch up at the foot of the mountain, his true qi reached its peak and broke through on his knees.

Finally, the whole body was shocked, and the true qi instantly broke through the bottle and broke through.

Murong Fu finally broke through to the realm of the Great Grandmaster, and entered the realm of the Great Grandmaster, he could push the qi as a wall to block foreign objects, he waved his palm lightly, the air trembled, and the shape of the qi wall was extremely thick, and suddenly appeared in front of him.

The air wall is almost transparent, twisting the space, and looking through the air wall, all external objects change shape. Murong Fu could feel that with this qi wall alone, he could already resist countless forces, and if the internal strength was below him, no palm power would be able to break through the qi wall and hurt himself.

Recalling that time in Shaolin Temple, Murong Fu's incomparably powerful move was directly blocked by the sweeping monk's true qi wall, and now, he is in such a realm, and finally knows the terrifying realm of the great grandmaster.

"Okay, now that I have reached the realm of a great grandmaster!Sweeping monk, let's see a superior!" Murong Fu Lingbo flickered slightly, and floated towards Shaomu Mountain like a ghost.

After several major chaos, the Shaolin Temple has withered.

Murong Fu crossed the door wall all the way, sparsely populated, and after passing through several courtyards, he could barely see four or five monks, either cleaning the courtyard or wiping the Buddha statues, most of them were young monks, and it was estimated that the time to enter the door was not long.

Murong Fu had no intention of killing these little monks, so he didn't let people bump into him, and quickly jumped away, skimming in the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. The little monks only felt that there was a gust of wind blowing on their faces when Murong Fu passed, and they couldn't see clearly that it was a person at all, and they didn't have any suspicions, so they continued to clean and wipe the Buddha statue.

In the past, Murong Fu burned down the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in a fit of anger and burned many of the books inside, but the Shaolin Temple was crowded at that time, and most of the scriptures were rescued under the efforts to save it. A small attic was rebuilt on the site of the original Pavilion and became the new Pavilion of the Scriptures.

In front of the new Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, an old monk with white eyebrows and beards, leaning around, was sweeping the courtyard without hurry. There wasn't much dust in the courtyard, but the old monk was meticulous in his sweeping movements, as if he had completely forgotten anything outside his body.

Murong Fu jumped down from the west wall and landed lightly in front of the old monk, before he could speak. The old monk suddenly looked up, and when he saw him, his originally calm and peaceful expression moved slightly, and then he disappeared and continued to sweep the floor with a broom.

Murong Fu couldn't help but get angry, raised his hand and stopped the old monk, "Murong Bo, what are you pretending, don't you remember my son?

Murong Bo was slightly stunned, his face showed a little relieved, paused, and then returned to calm and leisure, and suddenly said: "Donor, the poor monk is empty, and he has cut off the mortal dust, I don't know what you said!

"What bullshit can't get out of the way, I'm here to find him. Where is that old guy, tell him to get out and die, he dared to hurt me in the past, and now if I want to exterminate Shaolin, I must first cut him!"

Murong Fu didn't answer, an old voice in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion had already sounded, and said without a trace of emotion: "It's empty, who is making noise outside! ”

"Old guy, I'm still dead of old age, I don't want to be alive, just right, I'll send you to the West today, and only by destroying the Shaolin world can I be peaceful, so I'll take you this old guy first." Murong Fu grunted with disdain, stretched his steps, and jumped into the Scripture Pavilion. (To be continued.) )