The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 190: The hatred is gone, the hearts of the people gather and the immortals appear

The violent lightning, carrying death and destruction, turned into a winding blue dragon, which continued to move forward accompanied by a mighty dragon roar.

Countless slashes condensed into rolling white clouds, pushing the noisy wind to fall from the sky.

boom! ! !
The white cloud hit the thunder dragon, the slashing and destruction collided, and Qin Zhiming's arms suddenly stopped.

The roaring thunder dragon slowed down, but continued to swim forward, getting closer and closer to Qin Zhiming.

Looking at the impending death, Qin Zhiming shouted angrily.

The dragon's horn pierced his chest and his arms fell completely.

The slashing blow washed away the destruction, and the thunder dragon collapsed and disintegrated.

After a moment, Qin Zhiming knelt on one knee and spit out blood, then looked up at Hong Jinlu who was submerged in white clouds in front of him.

The smoke dissipated and Hong Jinlu's figure appeared.

He was still unharmed, causing the onlookers to cheer.

The Dragon King won, and the suffering of Chaolan County is finally coming to an end.

At this time, Hong Jinlu let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to let out all the depression in his heart.

Then, he looked at everyone in astonishment.

The skin and flesh all over his body turned into powder and flew away in the wind.

The bones, covered with knife marks of varying sizes, shattered and fell to the ground.

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"The battle of life and death has already decided life and death.

The winner is Qin Zhiming from the Tiger Martial Arts School, and the loser is Hong Jinlu from the Fanhai Gang."

Master Peng silently recited these words in his heart, controlled Tan'er's body, and dispersed the water wall.

Tan'er regained his composure, scratched his head, and jumped off the roof.

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The moment the water wall dissipated, the momentum that was blocked in the huge pit exploded.

No one dared to move, no one dared to speak, and there was total silence.

The panic-stricken crowd watched helplessly as the monster stood up, walked out of the huge pit, and walked towards them.

"Now, who in the county city can stop me?"

As soon as Qin Zhiming finished speaking, countless squeaking rats rushed out from all directions like a tide and surrounded the crowd.

There was another group of mice, gathered around his feet, forming a chair with a large square back.

Qin Zhiming bent down and sat on the rat chair, which gradually became higher, allowing him to look down on everyone.

"Who told you that Lord Dragon could save the county city? Who told you that I can't defeat him?"

Soon, under the pressure of Qin Zhiming, everyone began to move forward. Their destination was Fanhai Wharf.

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The news of the Dragon King's death blew into the hearts of the people of Chaolan like a gust of cold wind.

The only way they knew to relieve their suffering was turned into ashes by the monster and disappeared.

The monster forced everyone in the county town to come to the Fanhai Wharf, even the owner of the Chaolan Three Halls was no exception.

Common people, warriors, officials, and gang members gathered together.

There is a huge shadow behind them, a strange monster high above them.

The monster sitting on the mouse chair slowly raised his left hand.

Amidst the tragic roar, all the buildings at Fanhai Wharf collapsed and turned into ruins.

The collapsed building created a cloud of dust that looked like sea waves, sweeping across the surroundings.

Everyone stood in the smoke and dust in a daze, not knowing what to do.

escape? Where to escape?
Fight? Who can defeat the monster?

Gradually, crying was heard from the crowd.

The weeping wrapped itself around most people like a rapidly spreading vine, then grew into a howling, coughing fit.

After the wailing, there was shouting at the top of one's lungs.

Amid the chaotic wailing, despair slowly blossomed.

At this time, the monster stretched out his hand again.

Swish! Blood splattered, and a huge head flew into the sky.

The death of several disciples made Feng Hongbo, the owner of Poshan Martial Arts School, change his face. He wanted to take action, but found that he could not move.

The spilled blood was like fertilizer nourishing the crowd of people in despair. Some had lifeless eyes, some were trembling while hugging their children, and some were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, not saying a word.

Just when the crowd was about to be completely overwhelmed by the blooming despair.

A clear and subtle sound was heard in the distance.

Someone seems to be praying? To whom?

The resonance of the prayers grew closer, and a delicate blue light appeared.

A woman wearing a wooden hairpin and a cloth skirt.

An old man in a long gown.

Expressionless child.

A team of only dozens of ordinary people walked towards the crowd step by step.

With determined eyes, they surrounded the woman who was holding up the luminous statue.

The dense black water separated a path, as if it hated the blue light.

The black water receded, the rat chair shattered, and the monster fell to the ground.

He stared at the blue light and took a few steps back.

This retreat stopped the blooming of despair in the crowd.

"Lord Dragon is wrong! The solution to relieve suffering is not to get rid of the monsters! It lies with us!

Only when Chaolan people return to the right path and serve Bishuixian sincerely, will the suffering be relieved! "

The determination in the woman's eyes turned into fanaticism.

"Only Bishuixian! She is the only fairy in Chaolan County!"

As soon as these words came out, the other people in the team the woman was in knelt down and kowtowed:
"Now there are people from Chaolan! They don't follow Bishui's teachings! They are in the county town! They forget their desires!

It causes strange and weird things to bewitch you! It causes you to have evil views! It causes your mind to be confused! It causes you to behave in a perverse way!
There may be plagues, rat infestations, swords and axes, fire and water disasters, loss of wealth and property, worries about life, and no peace for relatives and friends.

May the blue daffodil appear! Suppress the evil spirits! Remove the plague! Eliminate the suffering! "

As they shouted, more and more people joined in, and the resonance of their prayers grew stronger and stronger.

Looking around at the people kneeling on the ground, Qin Zhiming felt calm.

At this moment, the pressure that had been on him since Hong Jinlu's death, making him feel like he was stuck in a quagmire, disappeared.

Whoosh!
Countless water droplets rose into the air.

A huge face formed by water, large enough to cover Chaolan County, then appeared.

"Chang Anhe! Why don't you surrender immediately!"

The powerful voice emanating from the human face turned into a strong wind, blowing towards the ground.

The crowd looked up at the sound, ecstatic.

At this point, the resonance of the prayer was overwhelming.

Qin Zhiming grabbed several people who were kneeling nearby and threw them at the man's face.

Swish! Several terrified people were swept by several water balls and landed steadily on the ground.

“You are so stubborn!!!” the human face shouted.

"May the Blue Narcissus appear! Suppress the monsters! Eliminate suffering!"

The woman screamed heartbreakingly, and the crowd followed suit.

"May the Blue Narcissus appear! Suppress the monsters! Eliminate suffering!"

“Eliminate suffering!”

“Eliminate suffering!”

As the tide of prayers from millions of people roared until they were hoarse, Master Peng, who was hidden among the human faces, felt an unprecedented power.

People transformed the only hope that emerged from despair into the most sincere prayers and dedicated them to him.

The skinny body suddenly swelled.

The rugged face suddenly became round.

Under the gorgeous Taoist robe, he is no longer a skinny Taoist priest, but a middle-aged man with a majestic aura without even getting angry.

His appearance is exactly the same as that of the Narcissus statue.

People's hearts gather together, and their spiritual power, spirit, and physical strength merge into one.

With many days of planning, Master Peng finally gained the faith and respect of most people in Chaolan amidst suffering and despair.

Then, the face transformed into a long staircase.

On the stairs connecting heaven and earth is Master Peng, with his back against the shining sun and a blue bead hanging from his head.

At the bottom of the stairs, Qin Zhiming was surrounded by a crowd of people kneeling and kowtowing.

With a click, Master Peng, with a blue bead floating behind his head, walked down the stairs.

He walked up to Qin Zhiming step by step:

"If you don't kneel now, when will you kneel?"

(End of this chapter)