Chapter 912: On the life and gifts of a dog-licking holy king
"Woo——"
Dark, dead, and empty.
A violent hurricane that combines hostility, resentment, evil spirit, and murderous intent blows by every hour like thunder steel knives and countless quasi-sages self-destructing. This is the scenery at the bottom of the abyss, even for saints Here, I am afraid that my life will not be long.
There are faint rolling hills in the distance, but there are no stones or trees on the hills. There are only piles of charcoal that look like rotten trees and ores as hard as iron, mixed with a large amount of Wuyun Stone.
"Chichijiji..."
A rat monster with two heads and walking upright passed by like the wind. Just after passing a boulder, a hand suddenly grabbed its neck, and then Tear it apart, remove the skin, remove the internal organs, and string it on a dusty sword. A fire lit up next to it.
A series of actions are synthesized in one go, cleanly and neatly.
This man has a gray face and messy hair. He cannot tell his age, but his eyes are particularly bright.
“Buzz——”
Suddenly there was a dense fluorescence in the distance, with no less than a million people densely packed, and then slowly gathered into a huge figure dozens of feet tall, wearing a linen robe, long gray hair, and a majestic face, faintly stained with the blood of a mountain of corpses. Hai Chuo's murderous intent was just a bit dull in his old eyes.
“Here we go again…”
Xin Zhuo couldn’t help but mutter, and ignored it. He was roasting the two-headed rat, but glanced at a simple old statue not far away. The virtual shadow in the well is swallowing all kinds of filth.
For more than a year, eating rat meat, catching rats, and looking at the harmless phantom in front of him were all his daily routine.
That day, being forced to kill by Dongfang, Li Chunyuan and others, and having no choice but to do anything, Wangyuejing suddenly felt a pulling force. This was something that had never happened before. The meaning is easy to understand——
Wangyuejing needs this place.
So, he can only give it a try.
Spelled correctly.
The moment it fell, the hostility, hatred, and murderous intent of those terrifying Saint King masters in the abyss were all absorbed by Wangyuejing, and could not harm him at all. As for Li Chunyuan's "True Sun Fire" and Dongfang's The boulders and magma fell and were blown away by the hurricane below.
Then, he fell smoothly to the bottom of the abyss, and Wangyuejing flew out and swallowed him. He sat in a daze, doing his own thing.
After confirming that there was no discomfort or danger, he spent sixteen days treating the injury, and then completely stabilized his cultivation in Yuanji Jiulin.
After that, he spent three days wandering around the bottom of the abyss. It was more boring than he imagined. There were no adventures, no special opportunities, and no response from the sacrifices to the spirits. This made him sigh, and he was really not the one. A person with great luck falls into a cliff and picks up a secret book or something.
There was no progress in his cultivation, and his mental skills had reached a bottleneck. He had no choice but to sit cross-legged not far from Wangyue Well, thinking about the operations of Mr. Dongfang and his group.
The operation is very ordinary. It just catches you off guard, but you should not underestimate these people. They will stand in the dark, waiting for opportunities to move, and choose people to eat. This time you go out, you will definitely In addition, even if they run to Jiuxiaoyun, they will be killed!
As for Mr. Jiang, frankly speaking, he can't afford to offend her yet. There is still a long way to go in the future, and he has not figured out how to go about it.
And what is Ji Yaoyue doing?
Being bored, he subconsciously picked up a stone and carved a row of words on the side:
Quasi-sage, Daluo Dayan, Bauhinia Holy Land, Immediate Sainthood...Jiang family...Zhao Yizhu.
There are many things to do, none of them are easy, but at least you need to do them.
After carving the last word, the phantom appeared in front of me, and it appeared inexplicably.
The other party was floating alone, looking at him dully, as if he was unconscious.
Xin Zhuo tried to get closer, but the figure would move away, retreat, and then approach again.
I don’t know the identity or the purpose. Maybe it’s the remnant soul of the Holy King? But what's the point?
He has appeared 364 times in more than a year, and today is the 365th time, which is exactly the number of times in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
“Zizi……”
At this time, the meat of the two-headed rat was cooked, exuding a strong... burnt and meaty aroma. I don't know what kind of rat it is, it must be a strange monster, but the meat is very delicious.
Xin Zhuo picked up "Leng Yue" and chewed it carefully.
Then he glanced at the huge figure opposite him out of habit, and was suddenly startled.
I saw that the huge figure finally had a look other than dullness on his face. Is it a kind of pleading or nostalgia?
This is obviously not gluttonous rat meat.
Not quite right!
Xin Zhuo stood up suddenly, and saw that the Wangyue Well not far away suddenly devoured it in an even crazier manner than before. All the negative auras from all directions disappeared, and the bottom of the abyss became ordinary. And this figure was slowly brought into the moon-watching well like... the djinn god Ala.
Xin Zhuo immediately understood that Wangyue Well was devouring the remaining souls, just like the original fairy spirit. Even though he knew it was useless, he immediately asked: "Who are you? Are you a sinner? King? What do you want?”
The figure suddenly pointed upward, the top of the abyss shook violently, and the purple pillars suddenly came down, and a few words were drawn in the sky:
"Your mother!"
"...Fuck your mother!" This was something Xin Zhuo didn't expect. The elder couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and cursed back: "I'll suck you to death!"
End of the curse Only then did he realize the extreme pain and distortion on the man's face. It seemed that he was just venting his dissatisfaction with what happened with the Three Character Sutra, and his anger at being scolded for his innocence gradually subsided.
"Speak nicely!"
The figure had been half swallowed by the Moon Watching Well. He let out a long and clear sigh in a hurry, and countless purple pillars slowly shriveled and twisted.
Xin Zhuo felt dizzy for a moment, and the next moment he seemed to be in another world. Countless scenes flashed quickly in front of his eyes:
Lightning and thunder, heavy rain pouring, and a baby was born in a farmhouse. He was born with three children. With only one eye, the parents panicked, the neighbors cursed him as a monster, and he was thrown into the wilderness...
A tiger sniffed all the way, found the child, and took it into the nest, but Instead of swallowing it, he threw it into a group of tiger cubs...
The baby is five years old and grows up with the tiger brothers and brothers, crawling all the way to hunt...
The child is seven years old , was chased by a group of hunters, captured alive, and sold to the market, exposed to the scorching sun, dying, and no one cared about him, until a three or four-year-old girl from a wealthy family pointed at him and reluctantly left him...
The thirteen-year-old boy is full of brute force and has a resolute temperament. He works in the rich man's mansion chopping firewood and carrying water, one person carrying three people. After work every day, he hides in the dark and observes the slim boy who is already more than ten years old. The eldest lady, it was the first time he knew the eldest lady's name "Yao Tian".
At the age of seventeen, he was already muscular and tall, but he still peeked at the eldest lady every day. That night, he discovered that the eldest lady was sitting cross-legged in the room, three feet above the ground. ruler, spitting out lotus flowers.
Immortal? He was horrified.
The eldest lady found him and threw him a pill and a book.
At the age of twenty-one, he was already walking like flying, smashing mountains with his fists, and spitting fire and water. However, he became submissive in front of others. He seemed to know more and become less courageous.
At the age of twenty-seven, the eldest lady entered the Immortal Sect, and he followed her as a personal attendant. The eldest lady became the true disciple of the Immortal Sect. He was an outer disciple. Whenever he had time every day, he would look up at the mountain where the eldest lady was.
At the age of thirty-nine, the eldest lady married her senior brother. He silently blessed and prayed.
At the age of fifty-three, the eldest lady’s husband became the head of the clan, but he killed the eldest lady. For some unknown reason, for some unknown reason, he cried and roared, but was suppressed by his fellow apprentices and sent into agony. A place to practice.
At the age of fifty-five, he escaped from the place of hard training, traveled around, experienced hardships, and got a great opportunity to practice the supreme magic of the Five Elements of Ice on Heaven and Earth...
At the age of sixty-seven, he returned to his sect. Gate, kill the eldest lady's husband, massacre the entire family of 3,700 people, find the eldest lady's bones, feed them with blood...
After that, he searched all over the world and stole the treasures of various sects, especially the Buddhist supreme treasure, the Golden Buddha Jade. He was hunted down by masters and Buddhas everywhere. Finally, at the age of 210, he reshaped himself for the eldest lady. Soul, reshape the body.
That was a demented girl who could not speak, never grew up, and seemed to have a strange disease...
For hundreds of years after that, he has been staying by the girl's side, " Showing her how to practice the sword "clumsily", the girl finally smiled, and he ran all over the mountain in excitement.
At the age of six hundred and eighty, girls can already laugh once a day. He has also grown into a martial arts giant that shocks everyone. No one disrespects him. He simply founded the "Invitation to Heaven Palace" in the name of the eldest lady and spread it widely. To accept a disciple, anyone can make this young lady smile and be accepted as a true disciple immediately.
When he was eight hundred and seventy-one years old, a decree came down from heaven, and a man named "Honglu Supreme" ordered him to conquer the demon clan, and he had to accept the order.
Moments before setting off with all his disciples, he turned back countless times to look at the eldest lady who was sitting stupidly facing the sun...
The scene suddenly disappeared at this point, Xin Zhuo stepped back again and again, covered in cold sweat, and raised his head At first glance, he saw that most of the phantom had entered the moon-watching well, leaving only its head, looking at him pleadingly.
Xin Zhuo endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back, and said: "Do you know what licking a dog is?"
"Bang!"
Countless withered purple pillars suddenly Scattered and merged into one place, it turned into a phantom of a tiger with overwhelming golden light and carrying the light of merit and virtue. It was extremely powerful and the Buddha's light was dazzling, even as good as the origin of "nine heads stepping on the mist to answer the dragon".
This is not the power of the original source, but it is better than the power of the original source. It is this holy king who is reshaping the body of the eldest lady and wandering around. In a place where the sky is full of Buddhist masters, he snatches an innate ray of the Buddha's protector and leader. The initial soul seems to be extremely important to Buddhism!
This thing... is useful to Xin Zhuo!
Xin Zhuo's expression changed, and he said with sadness: "Alas! Your emotion is so touching!"
"Xiniu Sanctuary Mount Putuo!"
The phantom uttered these words encouragingly and fell into the Moon Watching Well.
I saw the moonlight well shining brightly.
Xin Zhuo immediately collected the "Tiger of Merit Wheel" and walked to the Moon Watching Well. When he looked, his eyes lit up and his face was overjoyed.
(End of this chapter)