Marquis of Grand Xia

Above the sky, Shen Shenxueyuan oscillated and opened, and the two of them were shocked to retreat for a few steps, and the corners of their mouths were red. Novel

Sword Bodhi restrains the body shape, the light finger twists lightly, the **** seal spreads under him, Su Luo Ning supreme Buddha Yuan, breaks the blood Yuan world.

"Bodhicitta Zen, Dharma is boundless"

Bodhi opens the Buddha Yuan, the light shines thousands, the **** rotates, and in the world of blood element, the Buddha light rises and opens up a world of Buddha.

On the other side, Ning Chen is also concentrating on Ningyuan. Once the sword turns, the volume of life is pushed to the limit, and the extremely frozen gas is scattered endlessly.

Three people, three parties in the world, shining different brilliance under the night, shocking image, shocked the world.

"Buddhism, forgiveness and punishment"

In the Buddha's light, the sprouting ancient sword of Sula attracted the bodhichitta to be the soldier of sinning, and the power of the holy sage gathered.

In the face of Bodhi's move, the look of Ronglou was extremely dignified, and the whole body was gathered together. Suddenly, the **** blade straightened into the sky, and the sword fell.

With a loud bang, the forces of Forong confronted each other, and both sides suffered from injuries and took three steps back.

Opportunity appeared, Ning Chen's sword galloped out, and the three volumes merged into the world. At the next moment, Su Yi disappeared and turned into a plain white streamer, reaching the front of Ronglou.

In the world of blood element, the sky and earth disappeared, the sword covered the moon, and the blade of the sword paved the way. Ever.

"Uh"

With a muffled sound, the blood sprayed like a waterfall, Rong Lou steadily endured a severe chest pain, shot with a palm, and shocked the people in front of him.

"Back"

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Ronglou did not fight at all, and took a decisive turn and quickly retreated.

The blood was scattered and disappeared instantly between heaven and earth, making people react quickly.

The two wanted to chase, but it was too late to watch the wounded Ronglou escape.

"The donor, how is the injury?" Jian Bo Ti asked Jian Suo Luo's staff.

"I'm fine, but unfortunately let him escape"

Ning Chen dissipated the power of the phoenix and looked at the blood that disappeared in the air. His eyes flashed regrets. Such a terrible strongman, who failed to cut the grass and remove the roots, is undoubtedly putting the tiger back to the mountain and suffering endlessly.

"The Rong tribe has escaped for a long time. The poor monk chased him for a hundred years. At several critical moments, he was escaped by him. This time, thanks to the assistance of the donor, he could be injured like this," Jian Boti said with gratitude.

"Master is polite, please also talk into the house" Ning Chen has something to ask and invites.

"Thank you for the donor" Jian Bo Ti did not refuse, and fell with the young man in front of him.

"Bad guys, are you okay?" Seeing Ning Chen coming, Mingyue couldn't care about the presence of everyone, and immediately stepped forward, his face was worried.

"It's okay" Ning Chen smiled softly and comforted softly.

Jian Bodhi saw the bright moon in the emperor's costume in front of her, and there was a flash of strange color in her eyes, the woman's body.

Ning Chen knew that at such a short distance, it was difficult to conceal a top strongman in the Three Disasters, preaching, "Master, there are many hardships here, and I hope the master can keep it secret."

"Don't worry," Jian Bodhi nodded and made a promise.

"Your Majesty, it's not too early, it's time to go back to rest," Yang Hong stepped forward and said.

"I have something to discuss with the Zhiminghou, and when the talk is over, I will go back by myself," Mingyue replied.

"Your Majesty, it's too late. It's too late to talk about the Xia Zhenghua Temple tomorrow." Yang Hong did not want Mingyue to have too much entanglement with his martial arts warrior, insisting.

Ten round knife guards stepped forward, and under Yang Hong's indication, they would force the moon back.

"Yang Hong, this is the Zhiminghou Mansion, but you can't tolerate you wantonly"

Yang Hong's overtaking over and over again finally exhausted Ning Chen's little patience and glanced at the former, coldly.

Hou Ye was angry, and the grandson arranged for the Longwei imprisoned army in Hou House to step forward immediately, surrounded the round knife guard, and the atmosphere was momentarily frozen.

Mingyue looked at Yang Hong in front of him. After a while, he calmly said, "Yanghou, it is better to be the king, let you sit."

An understatement made the face of the northern Mongolian people suddenly change. Yang Hong was shocked and immediately knelt down and said, "We dare not dare"

"Retreat," Mingyue said flatly.

"Yes"

Yang Hong didn't dare to say more, got up and retreated. Before leaving, he glanced at Ning Chen coldly, and his heart was cold.

Ten round knife guards also retreated, and no one dared to touch the emperor's bottom line.

Ning Chen's eyes flashed a strange color, and the little girl had grown up, far beyond his imagination.

In the study, three people were seated, and Amethyst was standing behind Mingyue, as always quiet.

Ning Chen and Jian Bodhi sat opposite each other, and Liu Ruoxi stepped forward to serve tea and immediately retreated.

Mingyue was thrown aside, and no one was in charge for the time being, but she was more familiar with this Houfu than anyone else.

"Sword Bodhisattva, please," Ning Chen poured tea, pushed the tea over, and changed the title naturally, said.

Mingyue poured himself a cup of tea, and just after taking a sip, he heard the sound of his predecessor, and he almost didn't spout out.

The bad guy's face is really invincible. It only took a while to recognize him, he changed his name.

"The donor, the poor monk can come by himself" Jian Bodhi did not mind the change of title, he responded.

"Eh, if you are a guest, how can you let your seniors do it yourself?" Ning Chen laughed softly.

A smile flashed through the eyes of the sword-bodhisattva, "How can't you see the young people's desire to draw together, but the human kindness intentions are not intolerable.

"The donor has something to ask, just ask," Jian Bodhi said.

"Seniors just call Ning Chen, the younger. The word" donor "always seems too obvious," Ning Chen laughed.

"Ning Chen, oh, good name" Jian Bodhi, said with a smile on his peaceful face.

Ning Chen smiled and saw that the people in front of him were not as hypocritical as the fake Buddhas in Du'e Temple. He paid tribute to his heart. After all, no one can be a catastrophe for a hundred years.

The face of the bodhi in front of him is still young, but the wind and frost in his eyes shows his true age. The bodhi belt, the casual **** falls behind, the clothes are simple, not the Buddha clothes, but the most ordinary ordinary clothes. From the appearance, how to look Not a Buddha.

If it were to be said, it would be more like a reader with a calm temperament, with a worldly temperament and admiration.

Such a person, the word bodhi, can indeed afford it.

"Why, don't the poor monks look like monks?" Jian Bodi asked what the former thought.

"It's really not like" Ning Chen nodded, not like it, but it is more like a Buddha than those Buddhas.

"Bodhi is not like a Buddha, nor is it like a prince who knows the destiny, his original heart remains the same, and what effect does it have?" Jian Bodhi smiled lightly.

"Thank you for teaching seniors"

Ning Chen thanked him seriously. There were words in the Bodhi words. His thoughts had been clearly seen by the people in front of him.

"Predecessors are from the hometown of West Buddha," Ning Chen asked.

"En" Jian Bodhi nodded and said.

"What about that Ronglou" Ning Chen asked again.

"Also" Jian Bodhi responded.

"What kind of place is the hometown of West Buddha?"

Ning Chenning asked solemnly, if seniors and Aman went to find Wuzhi, whether he would encounter any danger, he could not rest assured.

"Mainly focusing on Buddhism, a hundred schools of thought contend" Jian Bodhi briefly summarized.

"How many powerful people like Ronglou are in the hometown of West Buddha?" Ning Chen asked what he most cared about.

"Ronglou is the king of the Rong tribe. In the hometown of the West Buddha, although it is not the strongest, it is also a rare master. The poor monk has been punished for the war and has not returned for nearly a century. For today ’s West Buddha It ’s not too clear how many such powerful people are in the homeland, ”Jian Bodhi explained.

Ning Chen's brows were slightly wrinkled. Sword and Bodhisattva's words could somehow hear the situation of some hometowns of Western Buddhas. In short, although there are not many three disaster victims at the level of Ronglou, they are not lacking.

This is really not good news. The fact that there is nothing in the world will surely cause many strong players to compete. The safety of the predecessors and Aman is worrying.

"The forgiving monk said frankly that Ning Chen's killing industry was haunted. This time, he stopped the robbery for others. When the three disasters come, he will be a hard-to-fail havoc," Jian Bodi reminded seriously.

Blocking the robbery for others is not so simple. The sky robbery will be improved accordingly with the intervention of the people who intervene. The young people in front of them can directly break the sky robbery of the same level or even close to the three catastrophes in the realm of the fourth robbery. In fact, not ordinary people can do it, but the cause and effect cycle, today's cause, will eventually bear fruit in the future.

"Jian Bo's reminder of seniors, the younger will keep in mind ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ However, in the past, the younger was still weak, and one of the seniors had also helped to block the punishment of heaven. Today, the younger did it, just did it. Ning Chen said calmly.

"Inheritance?" Jian Bodi glanced at the little girl in front of Amethyst and nodded.

"When the poor monk came, he once fought with a black magician in the west, and the costume should be the prince of the summer. I wonder if Ningchen Xiaoyou knows its origin?" Jian Bodi continued.

With a bang, the tea cup was dumped, and Ning Chen, who had always been calm, was uncommon. He touched the tea cup by mistake and spilled tea on a table.

Outside the room, Liu Ruoxi heard the movement and hurried in, put away the overturned cup and wiped the table.

"Seniors forgive, juniors have lost their minds," Ning Chen calmed his mind and apologized.

Liu Ruoxi's eyes flashed with worry, but asked nothing, and retreated quietly.

"The person met by the predecessor was the Emperor Daxia"

Ning Chen explained that he didn't say anything more. He could help Amethyst through the Heaven Tribulation, but he couldn't help Ziyi through the Devil Tribulation.

"Ming Yue, come here for a while" Ning Chen beckoned, with a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth.

The "bad guy" approached Mingyue, standing in front beautifully.

Ning Chen glanced at the Bodhi in front of him, and said seriously, "Senior, the juniors have heard it earlier, there are various phases of the Ming King in the Buddha, and there is no difference in color between men and women. "

Although he can also teach Mingyue Ruyi, and with amethyst concealing innate ingenuity, he should be able to barely conceal the world, but now, there may be a better way, he naturally has to try.

Jian Bodhi looked at the little girl in front of her and nodded her head gently, saying, "If this can reduce the disputes in the world, Jian Bodhi is duty-bound."