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Chapter 1112 We Only Remember the Monkey King

King Solomon, as recorded in the ancient religious texts of the Joshua people, was the third king of the ancient Joshua Kingdom. Legend has it that he was a wise and holy king blessed by God, possessing infinite wisdom and wealth.
He wrote 3,000 proverbs and 1,005 poems. He was the founder of ancient Joshua mysticism and possessed the ability to command 72 demons.

He holds the Ark of the Covenant of the Joshua people, which contains the original copy of the covenant signed between God and the Joshua people. The Joshua people use this to claim that they are the only sons of God, and all others are enemies of God.

He had 700 concubines and 300 concubines, all of whom were foreign princesses...

Speaking of qualifications.

With his status and position, he is indeed qualified to accept Xu Huange as his disciple.

But there is an old saying in the Ming Dynasty: It is not a good deal if you are the one who chases after others.

If the child doesn't want to, you should just let it go. Why bother to argue with him?

But the old monk obviously didn't think so.

He still wants to try harder.

"I know a story about a monkey in the East."

The old monk stood on the busy street, his eyes fixed on the golden treasure box in his hand.

"No matter how hard Sun Wukong tries, he cannot escape the Five Finger Mountain of Tathagata Buddha."

"Five hundred years after he was suppressed, he finally changed his ways, came to his senses, and converted to Buddhism."

"If even monkeys can understand the Buddha's painstaking efforts, why are you still struggling?"

"Could it be... that you are going to force me to suppress that child for five hundred years as well?"

Wang Yunxiao hit the invisible barrier for the seventeenth time. His only remaining left hand was already bloody. Without both hands, he could only use his head. But even if he tried his best and his head was broken and bleeding, he still couldn't unlock the shackles that sealed him.

Hearing the old monk's voice, he raised his head and wiped his blood-blurred eyes with his sleeve.

"Those are stories from hundreds of years ago."

"You know our culture so well, but don't you know that we never believe in the Fighting Buddha?"

"We only remember that monkey was once the Monkey King!"

"You haven't learned the Buddha's compassion, but you have imitated the Buddha's temper."

"What a piece of shit!"

Wang Yunxiao took out the second walnut, put it in his mouth, and crushed it!
In an instant, sword energy gushed out, and his body was torn into pieces by the sword energy on the spot, with blood and flesh flying all over the sky.

The old monk frowned and threw the golden cabinet to the ground.

A clear sword mark appeared on the surface of the golden cabinet, and the terrifying sword energy tore through the space. The next second, the golden cabinet exploded like a firecracker.

The pedestrians around were frightened and fled in all directions.

However, there were also some brave people who stopped and came closer to see what was going on.

Why commit suicide?
The old monk showed some confusion on his face.

What's the meaning and value of your death here? Is it just to show your so-called integrity of dying rather than surrendering?

If all the young people in Ming country were so brave... then things would be easier.

if only……

But he soon realized that he was wrong.

As the golden cabinet shattered, blood mist erupted from the sky. Within just a few seconds, the sky and the earth changed color.

The ground began to tremble.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder roared, and a terrifying aura rose from the pool of blood.

This sudden strange phenomenon in heaven and earth finally made the onlookers realize that something was wrong and they began to retreat.

A bloody figure slowly climbed up from a pool of blood.

The blood mist faded away, revealing strong and distinct muscles.

The old monk narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and suddenly realized.

That sword energy was not aimed at the golden cabinet, nor was it intended to kill oneself. The cultivation of the outer sect of the imperial soldiers required the nourishment of the flesh and blood of powerful enemies, and required a complete transformation in the midst of life and death battles.

Just like a blank of a weapon, it needs to be forged and hammered continuously before it can take shape.

It is an extremely typical cultivation system where the more you fight, the stronger you become.

It was also because of this that he did not use force to deal with the young man in front of him, but instead used a space seal specifically designed for this kind of melee fighter.

So, Wang Yunxiao chose to train himself!

During Avalon's fight with the defenders, his Fubing Outer Dao technique had been honed to perfection, with only the finishing touch needed.

But the defender never took the final kick.

The bureaucratic style of the Supreme Council and the laziness of the mathematical usurpers did not bring him enough pressure.

And now, he just happened to have a walnut left in his hand that contained the sword energy of a top-level powerful man.

Wang Yunxiao certainly knew that such waste was a gross misappropriation of natural resources, but there was no other way.

Keep it and wait for it to give birth?

The sword energy penetrated his forehead, and at that moment Wang Yunxiao felt extreme pain.

The brain physically shakes.

Also excited at the same time.

It turns out... the sword energy that spanned the sky that night had this flavor!

Sharp, fierce, wanton, violent, and unstoppable!

The outer sect Iron Harrier of the Palace Soldier advances to the next level - Blood Pagoda!

The surging waves of blood burst out from the bone marrow, and endless murderous intent emerged from the dust of history.

Killing one is a sin, killing ten thousand is a hero, and only when you kill nine million can you be the hero among heroes!

Bones, flesh, and meridians grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye, and boiling blood flowed throughout the body like molten iron.

Wang Yunxiao opened his eyes again, and there was a sea of ​​blood in his pure black pupils.

Invisible terror bloomed with him as the center, covering the surrounding streets and buildings with a layer of muddy and sticky blood mist.

Facing the terrifying murderous intent of the young man in front of him, the old monk looked around calmly and asked softly: "Are you going to kill people here?"

The moat had been torn apart, and now they were in the bustling city of the real world, surrounded by innocent civilians.

This is also the difficulty of the Secret Service's work. If they don't use fishing methods to lure those demons and evil spirits into the pre-designed traps, once they fight in the real world, it will be difficult to avoid large-scale casualties.

The closer you are to your own territory, the more restricted you are.

Facing the old monk's questioning, Wang Yunxiao sneered and raised his hand to support it gently.

The blood mist in the sky condensed into lotus flowers, floating in the air.

The few pedestrians who were still insisting on watching the fun suddenly turned pale when they saw the lotus and quickly turned around and ran away.

Rakshasa lights a lamp, slays demons and monsters, and all living beings stay away!

This is a legend that has been circulating in the streets of Tianmen for decades.

A moment later, all the pedestrians on the street ran away.

"not enough."

The old monk shook his head and said, "If you really want to take action, people will still die."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Wang Yunxiao raised his hand and the lotus in the air fell down. The petals scattered and turned into armor plates, which were reassembled into armor parts. In a flash, a blood-red armor that was exactly the same as the Tianji Divine Armor displayed in the Lanton City Museum covered him.

Holding the blood-red spear in his backhand, Wang Yunxiao stared at the old monk and said coldly: "I want to take a gamble."

"I bet that your true body doesn't dare to enter the Heavenly Gate!"

(End of this chapter)