Since the world of nine uncles is immortal

Chapter 220 Demons and Monsters: A Corner of Montenegro

After the Buddha's blood was drained, the dark wind in the atrium suddenly blew up.

Just when Yan Chixia was considering whether to wake up Wang Yu, Wang Yu who was standing in the center of the courtyard opened his eyes.

As Wang Yu opened his eyes, all the lifelike murals on the walls of the middle pavilion suddenly withered and fell off, as if they had passed through thousands of years of spring and autumn in an instant, decayed and dilapidated.

In the murals, the vivid portraits of goddesses and people from all walks of life look hideous in the mottled murals. The original beautiful murals have lost their original beauty in the decay, and the empty and dilapidated blank spaces make the murals remaining on the wall look terrible. Like hell.

In a dark city located on a black mountain in the underworld, a figure shrouded in black mist suddenly raised his head: "The clone is dead, and the Netherworld Map is also broken!
Could it be that the group of bald donkeys in the Buddhist sect saw through my distraction?Shouldn't it?I have obviously cut off all contact, only a trace of induction remains. "

The figure in doubt pinched to death the delicate and beautiful female ghost in the wedding dress in her hand, opened her mouth and sent the female ghost into the big mouth of the skeleton to chew carefully for a long time before calming down the depression in her heart.

Wang Yu, who was a world away, didn't know that he would have such a big impact on this person in the Underworld if he came here by chance to play casually. However, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.

"Chixia, I'll leave the ghosts and monsters in the murals in the atrium to you. I'll go to the backyard to find out who the bald man who committed suicide is." Looking back, I ordered Yan Chixia to get rid of the broken murals in the atrium. After the demons and monsters who acted as the background for passers-by in the middle reincarnation, Wang Yu set off for the backyard of the ruined temple.

Counting the time, the bald man who was so arrogant that he dared to enter the world of his dreams should have come to the end of his life!

It was only a few steps from the atrium of the ruined temple to the backyard, and Wang Yu came in front of the old monk's head before it completely lost its vitality.

Looking at the old monk whose eyes were full of unwillingness, Wang Yu was unmoved.

The murderer always kills, and so does the scheming man. He will not change himself for the tears of his enemies.

Seeing the golden Buddha's blood covering the wing room, Wang Yu's eyes moved. With the Maoshan inheritance in his hands, he has many methods to use Buddha's blood, including refining weapons and drawing symbols.

But it didn't take a moment for him to suppress this idea, not because he was pedantic, but after considering his own situation, he realized that it was not necessary at all.

Today, he is following the way of fighting for supremacy with external bully and internal benevolence, and there are very few places where he can use Taoist methods. If this is the case, why bother to be stained with the Buddha's blood of this old monk, forcing the Buddhist sect to give up subverting the Great Zhou The previous forbearance was directly against him.

Although Buddhist scriptures often claim that the physical body is a stinky skin, Wang Yu knew that it was all those monks who were fooling the believers.

This point can be seen from the simplest example. There is a big gap in status between the old monks who have left golden bodies in Buddhism and those who have not left golden bodies.

Just when Wang Yu wanted to see through, bursts of howls of swords came from the atrium, accompanied by the sounds of pleading and cursing from all kinds of ghosts and monsters.

After hearing all kinds of ghostly sounds coming from the atrium, Xia Houwu and the other guards who had already lit a fire in the front hall and prepared to sleep peacefully were alarmed immediately.

The vigorous qi and blood that belonged exclusively to the warriors enveloped the entire ruined temple in an instant, and some weaker demons and monsters were burnt into a wisp of green smoke by the majestic qi and blood before they could wait for Yan Chixia's unparalleled sword qi.

In the White Horse Temple outside Luoyang City, Pudu Cihang narrowed his eyes when he saw the extinguished natal Buddha lamp in front of him, and his expression flickered under the remaining candlelight of the natal Buddha lamp in front of him.

Duhua (conspiracy) Wang Yu's failure!

Regarding this point, Pudu Cihang had already been prepared in his heart, otherwise he would not have left the capital ahead of time, so as not to collide head-on with that hard-edged Bianjun man, but knowing the strength of the tempter, he was unavoidably a little startled!

Although the Jinshan old monk who was sent to carry out the probing mission was not a master of the six schools of Buddhism, he was also a genuine Buddhist cultivator at the Ming King Realm, and the world map in his hand was a supreme weapon to save sentient beings.

How can it not be shocking that a Buddhist monk who is in the same realm as himself died so easily.

For the first time, Pudu Cihang was skeptical about the success of his plan to devour the Dragon Qi of the Great Zhou.

Although the people who turned the tide in the last years of the previous dynasties were amazing and powerful, they were not so amazing and powerful!
Those people are often in the center to rule the world, and then they can counterattack and kill one or two monks in the King Ming realm with the help of the dynasty's dragon energy.

But thinking about all the temptations after turning into a real dragon and the accumulation of the six Buddhist sects, it suppressed the retreat in its heart and began to practice hard with its eyes closed.

In any case, there is nothing wrong with being strong.If its own strength goes a step further and becomes a Living Buddha, then even if that Bianjun man is a monstrous character, he will not be afraid at all.

The cultivation base of the eighth realm has reached its peak in this world where immortals and Buddhas have fallen. It is doubtful whether there are monks with this level of cultivation still alive in the whole world.

Not to mention Purdue Cihang's inner journey, after Yan Chixia and Xia Houwu got rid of the monsters in the atrium, and after Wang Yu relieved his fatigue by meditating in the atrium for a night, the group of them went out again in the snowstorm. Headed towards Kyoto at a fast pace.

On December 25th of the Tianqi Year, five days before Zhengdan was changed to the Yuan Dynasty, a group of 21 riders from the border made the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Kyoto, shake.

On the morning of December 25th, in front of the Zhengyang Gate in Kyoto, a cavalry team that was out of place with the surrounding teams was sitting on horses waiting for the gate to open.

Looking at the 21 cavalry in full armor, some officers and soldiers at the gate of Zhengyangmen secretly guessed the identity of the 21 cavalry, and some gamblers even set up a handicap.

"Foreign vassal kings pay [-]% for every one, officials in frontiers pay [-]% for every one, rookies in the army pay [-]% for every one, and dudes pay [-]% for every one.

Buy it and leave it, buy it and leave it. If you want to participate in a share, quickly place a bet. After a cup of tea, the city gate will open and the market will open. If you don't buy it, it will be too late. "

"Two taels of silver, I bet the person here is a dude, do you see the big jacket on the white-haired young man in the lead.

It was sewn from Northland snow fox fur. I saw a similar one in Cuifengyuan, and the eldest son of the official servant's family spent 3000 taels to get it.

Judging by its appearance, this coat will only be more expensive, who would be willing to spend so much money if he is not a dude? "

"I bet half a tael of silver, the foreign prince."

"The leader is too young, I also bet on the princes of other places."

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"The city gate is about to open, Liu Laosan, go down and interrogate these 21 cavalry, foreign princes..."

"It's time to shake your face. The new emperor is looking at these ostentatious vassals."

"If the leader is the son of a feudal official..."

"Give him a good start, let him know that the capital is not something their local leopards can play around, and then show him a clear way to respect and respect you, little duke."

(End of this chapter)