I’m in Mixed; Open a dungeon

Zhu Yuyan’s side, she received her master’s eyes at this time, and immediately her face was full of excitement, her expression was eager to touch her arm, waiting to release the sword at any time.

I have to say that this has the opportunity to destroy the Shaolin Temple and destroy a force of the Buddha Gate, so why would she give up? Naturally, some of them can’t wait, and their hearts are even more excited.

The gaze glanced at the other side, and at this time Fan Qinghui was a face, even more ugly, and there was a haze in his eyes.

Also found the look of Xuanxuan, after looking at Zhang Sanfeng at this time, a touch of helplessness flashed in their eyes, and they sighed faintly.

I hope wait a minute, these Shaolin Temple monks, get acquainted with each other.

“Amituo Buddha…” For a moment, under the gaze of Nameless and others, behind the gate of the Shaolin Temple, I saw a sweeping monk in a gray robe, he was leading the Shaolin abbot Xuanci, and other Shaolin monks of the Xuanzi generation, and everyone walked out.

“The old monk, the monks who led the Xuanzi generation in Shaolin, have seen the 14 Lin mythical nameless, Wudang real person Zhang Zhenren, the Great Sui Cihang Jingzhai, the Fanzhai Lord, and the head of the Yin Lu Sect, the first major sect of the Great Sui Demon Gate…” A group of Shaolin Xuanzi monks, they were led by sweeping monks, and at this time they had seen Nameless and others.

“Nameless, I’ve seen senior…” Nameless nodded and spoke up.

Although Nameless’s reputation and status are extraordinary, after seeing the sweeping monk, Nameless is still a senior who respects him. Because the other party’s age is much more than nameless, it is not cultivation, better than nameless.

Of course, for this old monk, in fact, Wu Ming’s heart is not very like, after all, this old monk conspired to calculate Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo for thirty years, in order to one day, to forcibly punish them.

Forcibility.

This is unhappy for Nameless.

“Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, I have seen the sweeping monk senior…” Zhang Sanfeng also nodded and signaled. Although Zhang Sanfeng is also a hundred years old, and he has broken through the realm of heaven and man, it is obvious that the sweeping monk cultivation in front of him is still stronger than Zhang Sanfeng’s first line, so Zhang Sanfeng also nodded at this time to show respect

“The contemporary head of Cihang Jingzhai, Fan Qinghui, meet the seniors of Shaolin Temple…” Seeing the sweeping monk, at this moment, Fan Qinghui took a deep breath and respectfully greeted the Dao.

The Demon Gate and the Buddha Gate are inherently not to deal with each other, and they are hostile relations, so at this time, the Yin Queen Zhu Yuyan’s face was cold, indifferent, and did not give a salute to the sweeping monk.

The next moment, I saw her disciple Qiuqiu, who jumped out directly, and then Qiuqiu first glanced at Fan Qinghui with deep meaning, and then she looked at the sweeping monk and asked: “Old monk, there must already be someone who has sent you a message.” You also know that Lord Guardian Ling Er committed suicide to apologize for the sins of the world. ”

“What?”

“Daring…” Hearing this, the sweeping monks, Xuanci, and their faces were as heavy as water, and they had not replied, and immediately the Shaolin martial monks around them were all shocked, and the voices of anger were endless.

Then the surrounding martial monks, not only did some of them look angrily at Xuanqiu, but there was also a monk with a fleshy face, at this time, he stood up, glared at the tiger, and righteously and solemnly rebuked Xuanqiu: “Demon girl, my Shaolin Holy Land, how can I allow you to talk nonsense here.” Don’t give me a step down yet…”

“Hee-hee, Shaolin monk, it seems that you are planning to resist. He does not intend to obey the orders of Lord Guardian and commit suicide to apologize for the sins of the world. Seeing the surrounding Shaolin monks, one by one, they were angry, a pair of anger, and cold, and murderous eyes, they were staring at themselves, and at this time Qiuqiu was a white arm stretched out, his expression was excited, and his pretty face was said with a smile.

But don’t look at her with a small face and a grinning face, but in that eye, at this moment, there is endless murderous intent flashing, and there is a looming sword intent on her body.

“Slow down Qiuqiu girl…” Seeing this scene, they were nameless, Zhang Sanfeng and they were all full of shock, and then they all looked anxious to stop Qiuqiu’s attack.

At the same time, Fan Qinghui on the other side, her face was complicated, her eyes were painfully looking at the sweeping monk, and Xuanci and the others said: “Senior, as well as all the senior monks, for the sake of the people in the entire monastery, you cut yourself.” ”

She made a quick decision, and in the inheritance of the entire Shaolin Temple and the sweeping monks, as well as the lives of Xuanci’s group of people, she chose the former and gave up the latter.

What else could she do?

There was no way for her to save the entire Shaolin Temple. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Thinking of this, she was full of bitterness and helplessness, and then she thought that when she went back, she must find a way to send Shifei Xuan to the side of that guardian to serve.

When the guardian has his own people around him, then if such a situation happens in the future, he will have his own people who can intercede and speak. Instead of watching everything like now, they also have to come forward and persuade a group of senior monks to commit suicide and apologize.

This made her feel like she was going crazy with pain.

“Lord Brahma… What are you talking about…” Hearing Fan Qinghui’s words, at this time, on the stone stairs, there was a young monk of the Shaolin Temple with a high status, he was staring at Fan Qinghui with an incredulous face, and asked loudly.

“What Fan Qinghui means is that let the sweeping monk, the old monk of the martial arts myth 693, and Xuanci and their group of Xuanzi generation monks all immediately commit suicide, to thank the world, don’t you understand?” The corner of his mouth sneered.

“How?” Hearing this, the people at the scene, except for the old monk of the Xuanzi generation, all the other monks, everyone was stunned, and looked at Fan Qinghui dumbfounded.

For the monks around, the incredible, angry, and hateful eyes looked over, and at this time Fan Qinghui was ashamed not to look at everyone.

“Amitabha Buddha…” The sweeping monk, who had been silent, was chanting a Buddhist trumpet, which drew everyone’s attention, and then he said: “Don’t embarrass Lord Brahma. ”

“But…” A group of young monks under the sweeping monk’s hands, everyone was looking at the sweeping monk at this moment, with adoration in their eyes, respect, and even more intense pain and disbelief.

Obviously, their Shaolin Temple is a martial arts myth. But now this martial arts myth, since it is to be forced to commit suicide.

This is really ridiculous, this kind of thing, how can it happen in our Shaolin Temple?

And this martial arts myth, this world, who can force the martial arts myth of the Shaolin Temple and the abbot to commit suicide.

……。

Người mua: Andang1996, 14/03/2023 18:07