super abandoned son-in-law

Chapter 1119

Chapter 1174

What is the gap?
People who you can't beat with all your strength can be solved by others casually.

This is the gap.

The butterfly-clothed demon girl looked at the three blood assassins who were falling sharply, and felt like she couldn't believe her eyes.

Is it an illusion?
The butterfly-clothed demon girl carefully identified it, and finally confirmed that it was true.

The three blood assassins who forced them to almost jump into the sea were dealt with three times by the stone tablet in Chu Chen's hand.

The demon girl in butterfly clothes looked at Chu Chen with even more fear.

This man will hide as far away as possible in the future.In case he is unhappy one day, take this stone tablet and give it to her with a bang... The butterfly-clothed demon girl shuddered, it was too scary.

The butterfly-clothed demon girl also subconsciously glanced at the monk, looking at that shiny big bald head. This goal is even bigger. Thinking about it this way, she immediately felt relieved.

This is the sense of security that bald men bring to people.

"Chirp!"

The crisp cry of the divine bird cut through the night.

With an elegant demeanor, the little goddess landed on the monument of merit and virtue, and combed her feathers lightly.

Chu Chen glanced at her.

I was reluctant when I came.

Whatever you want, pretend to be No.2.

In Chu Chen's heart, the No.1 position can never be shaken by anyone.

"After all, you are also ancient warriors, but you don't understand the simplest truth. The ancients said that evil can never prevail against good." Chu Chen said lightly, "Hua Monk and Demon Girl can't deal with you. It's me, the Chinese law enforcer who represents justice."

The face of the demon girl in butterfly clothes changed, what Chu Chen meant was that they did not belong to justice.

If he couldn't beat Chu Chen, he would be angry.

After a long while, the demon girl in butterfly clothes nuzzled her mouth and glanced at the monk again. Fortunately, he did the same.

Monk Yitong frowned, and the old witch kept peeking at him, not knowing what to do.

Monk Yitong secretly became vigilant, and at the same time, he also looked at the three blood assassins who were knocked down by the stele.

Of the three blood stabbed killers, none of them could stand up.

Monk Yitong couldn't help walking up, his pupils trembled suddenly.

The three blood assassins were all breathless.

This……

Isn't it just three casual taps?
In myths and legends, a monkey eventually became a fighting Buddha because of three strokes, and the three blood stabbing killers in front of him went to see the Tathagata God Buddha because of three strokes.

Monk Yitong shivered involuntarily, looked up again, and looked at the stele in Chu Chen's hand.

At this moment, the stele gave Monk Yitong an extremely mysterious feeling.

Especially the mysterious runes on the stele made a mysterious existence appear in Monk Yitong's mind.

"Hero Chu." Monk Yitong couldn't help but said, "Can you show me the stele in your hand?"

Chu Chen glanced at Yitong Monk unexpectedly.

After thinking about it, he let go of his hand, and the merit monument fell down.

The little goddess hurriedly yelled and flew away.

A monk went to pick up the monument of merit with both hands.

Bang!
The monument of merit and virtue fell down, and together with the hands of a monk, it hit the ground.

Monk Yitong ate a mouthful of dirt and got up in embarrassment. The demon girl in butterfly clothes behind her couldn't help exclaiming. Looking at the merit tablet on the ground, she couldn't help but glance at the big bald head again. Fortunately, Monk Yitong picked it up with his hands. If you use a bald head to top it, wouldn't it be like smashing a watermelon, it would be torn apart.

Unexpectedly, a stone tablet fluttering in Chu Chen's hand actually weighed ten thousand catties.

Monk Yitong was stunned, looking at the stone tablet on the ground. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Chu Chen, "This is... the monument of merit?"

Chu Chen was surprised again.

For the first time, someone recognized the monument of merit.

"That's right." Chu Chen nodded.

Monk Yitong's face changed suddenly, and suddenly, his figure moved, and at the same time, he picked up a long stick and rushed to the side...

The wounded leopard was planning to abscond secretly. Seeing a monk rushing towards him, the leopard's eyes showed despair, and he roared, trying to resist with all his strength. However, facing the murderous monk Yitong, the wounded leopard couldn't survive the three moves. , was directly beaten to the point of annihilation, and his soul was scattered.

The demon girl in Die Yi was taken aback, it was the first time she saw the monk being so decisive.

Didn't the stinky monk keep calling for mercy?
Chu Chen also looked at Yitong Monk, who had a dignified expression, glanced at the merit tablet on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "From today onwards, unless it is necessary, I suggest that Hero Chu should not use the merit monument lightly. Especially when facing the Bloodthorn organization."

Hearing this, Chu Chen's expression showed a trace of doubt.

He felt the evil spirit of the blood-colored spear pattern on the blood assassin's palm, and suppressing it with the merit tablet was simply the best choice.

Facts have also proved that the power of merit is the nemesis of the blood assassin.

But the monk actually told him not to use it?
"More than 2000 years ago, there was a strong man from the Nine Tribulations, the Venerable Huling, who obtained the stele of merit." Monk Yitong said slowly, "The power of merit is inherently resistant to blood stabbing magic. It was a sensation, because of the blood stabbing magic, in the realm of the warrior world, everyone changed color when they heard it, and many warriors died under the blood stabbing magic."

"You're talking about the siege of Huling Mountain by the Blood Spikes?" the butterfly-clothed witch blurted out.

"That's right." Monk Yitong nodded, "Huling Mountain is the cultivation cave of the Nine Tribulations Powerhouse Huling Venerable. In one night, blood spurs surrounded Huling Mountain. At any cost and by any means, that day After the war, the sky was dark, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the entire Huling Mountain was razed to the ground. After the war, someone went to count and found that the number of people killed by the Blood Spikes in Huling Mountain was over ten thousand, but the Nine Tribulations powerhouse Huling Venerable Ling was also besieged and killed, and the stele of merit has disappeared since then, and there are rumors that it was the blood thorn organization that destroyed the stele of merit..."

Monk Yitong glanced at Chu Chen.

The monument of meritorious deeds is re-launched.

The blood spur tissue also surfaced.

"If you let the Bloodthorn Organization know that you have mastered the power of merit..." Monk Yitong said in a deep voice, "the Huling Mountain War more than 2000 years ago may happen again. The Bloodthorn Organization will never allow their existence in this world." The existence of the nemesis of magic."

This is why Monk Yitong decisively killed the leopard.

From Chu Chen's three strikes to kill the blood assassin, one can guess that the mysterious stone tablet in Chu Chen's hand is the monument of merit.

As soon as Chu Chen stretched out his hand, the monument of merit flew up from the ground and fell back into his hand.

When he just killed the three blood assassins, Chu Chen felt that there was a golden light of merit, which meant that killing the blood assassins was a matter of merit.

"Since ancient times, there has been no balance between good and evil. If you encounter a blood-stabbed killer again, you must bombard him decisively." Chu Chen said with a calm expression. He will remember a monk's reminder, but he will not abandon the merit stele because of this. With this method, he will continue to accumulate the power of merit and virtue to create a golden body of merit and virtue.

"Thank you, monk." Chu Chen looked at a group of monks and smiled loudly.

(End of this chapter)