Comprehensive Wu: Poor monk Jigong, sign in to Wudi City at the beginning

Chapter 207 – Finally Met.

I saw him stepping on the top of the dragon’s head, and said with a smile: “Now you know this too late!” Monk, I have already sentenced each of you to death in my heart. ”

When you bullied those serfs, why did you not expect that there would be today?

What did the first sermon force you to do?

Hehe, I see that you are greedy yourselves, Hugh wants to pretend in front of the monk me!

It’s time to pay for what you’ve done over the years. Since those millions of serfs have no way to resist the atrocities of your Hanging Temple, today the monks and I will do justice for them.

“Everyone in the Hanging Temple listened to me, if you have one today, don’t think about living.”

Li Xiuyuan’s voice fell, and he saw that the five-clawed golden dragon above the void once again emitted an earth-shattering roar.

Every golden scale vibrated with his roar, and even the sound of the vibration made everyone feel painful. Then, another huge breath came out of his mouth, and the moment the thousands of monks who tried to escape came into contact with this breath, they instantly turned into smoke and disappeared.

It’s just that they died worse than those monks, because their attempt to escape did not show how kind they were, but that they were greedy and afraid of death.

For such a person, Li Xiuyuan couldn’t look at it, their white bones had been burned black, and their bodies were scattered on the ground, looking terrifying.

The souls of these people have also been wiped out.

The gate of the Hanging Temple had turned into a purgatory on earth, but these Li Xiuyuan did not care. When he came today, he was to kill.

These thousands of monks were all damned people in his opinion, and it was not even a pity to die, so there was not a trace of fluctuation in his heart.

All he had to do now was to go to the first seat of the sermon to settle the account.

Li Xiuyuan put away the dragon with a gourd and strode into the Hanging Temple.

Just stepping into the Hanging Temple, he felt the splendor of gold, the glare of gold, and the dazzling of gold.

This Hanging Temple has not known how many people’s fat and people’s ointment have been scavenged for so many years, nor how much money has been amassed by the conquest, so that this Hanging Temple has been built so brilliant and dazzling.

Li Xiuyuan could naturally feel the enchantment under the first seat of the sermon, but he didn’t pay attention to it at all.

That enchantment was nothing to him, and perhaps when he stepped into the Great Venerable, he had no way to break the enchantment of the first sermon.

But now he is completely different from before, because now he has inherited the Buddha’s cultivation, although he has not fully digested it, but it is enough.

Sure enough, as Li Xiuyuan deepened, he saw the first seat of Jiang Jing.

The figure was exactly the same as what he had seen in his dream, except that at this moment, the first seat of the sermon was sitting cross-legged, like an old turtle.

His face was also full of fear, and he didn’t have the lofty appearance in the dream at all. He did not escape, and there was no way to escape.

Because his body was so heavy, like a mountain, it was extremely difficult to move every time. This is also why he only fought with Li Xiuyuan in a dream last time, and not in the past.

Of course, there is also a cautious part of the first sermon, but the bigger reason is that it is too inconvenient for him to move.

Touching, for him, is extremely luxurious.