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Chapter 988

Not to mention the war that has ended above, on the eighteenth floor of the underworld, Fucheng Murongye and others are advancing cautiously, even at a slower and slower pace.

They had been ruthlessly tricked before, and the [-] troops they brought collapsed and fled, making them all deeply aware of the terrible schemes of Emperor Youdi and others.

Fu Cheng also realized that his betrayal must have been planned by Emperor You long ago, and the news brought by that confidant was all false, including that the You clan was ambushing in the golden reed.

That was not an ambush at all, but a process of letting them ignite the golden reeds themselves, raising the water vapor, and stimulating the thunderclouds.

Because it was the golden reed they ignited by themselves, even though they found thunder rolling in the sky later, they didn't pay much attention to it, and then it was a tragedy.

The most elite [-] royal court guards were nearly shattered by Luo Shiqiu alone, unable to organize an effective resistance at all.

Since those news are false, there must be ghosts in the ghost dragon map and the tomb passage of the ghost dragon hall opened in the hole.

Don't look at nothing now, but there must be, maybe at the last moment when they relax, and then...

"..."

Looking back at the Vajra Iron Gate that was opened at the last pass, Fu Cheng and the others were silent.

This is really no ghost!

Don't talk about ghosts, I didn't see any ghosts.

"what the hell?"

Murong Ye couldn't hold back his calm expression, he really didn't understand what the hell Emperor You was doing.

Not to mention opening the tomb passage of the Ghost Dragon Hall, and hanging the real ghost dragon picture in the hall, there is not even a single person guarding the [-]th floor of the underworld.

Isn't he afraid that someone will really open the dragon pillar and release the eternal miasma poison?

"It seems that Emperor You is very confident in the strong man who will be in charge of the last level. I really want to meet for a while!"

The high priest who had been silent for a while suddenly spoke, stepped forward, and walked towards the weak light source in front of him.

Murong Xian also stepped forward calmly, he also thought of this point.

Emperor You didn't fortify because he gave up the dragon pillar, but he had absolute confidence in the people at the bottom.

Murong Ye and the others quickly followed, knowing that there would be a big battle ahead.

Everyone stepped forward, and under the orders of Murong Ye, a group of dead soldiers from Wangchuan spread around to check whether there was some kind of terrible mechanism trap on this floor.

The group of people soon came to the light source, which was the dragon pillar on the eighteenth floor of the underworld. At this moment, a night pearl hung on the dragon pillar, providing a weak light source.

Although the light source is not strong, it is enough for everyone with advanced skills.

Everyone's eyes fell on the two figures on the dragon pillar, a man and a woman, one with a bald head and shiny black tiles, one with fluttering black hair, one reciting Buddhist scriptures, and the other playing the piano with bare hands, but unfortunately there was no sound coming out.

"Amitabha, you are still here!"

After reciting the Buddha's name, there is nothing to sigh.

Although it is basically confirmed that Murong Xian has indeed gone mad and betrayed the country and the people, there is still a trace of luck in Wu Ke's heart.

But what should come is still here!

Injustice!
"who are you?"

Murong Xian's expression was serious, staring at Wu Ke.

"Is it Nan Gongyue, the ghost messenger from the Spiritual Pagoda? Or Wuke from Tianchan Temple? Or are these not your real identity?"

He knew that uncle Wang very well, and he would never pass on the title of abbot of Tianchan Temple to an outsider, and many eminent monks of Tianchan Temple would never allow it.

Wubu must be a member of their Murong family, and a member of the direct line.

And he has always had doubts about Wu Can's identity, and the time when the other party worshiped Tianchan Temple coincided with the time when the first ghost envoy of the Tongling Pagoda, Nangong Shizi, Nangong Yue, retreated. There must be a connection between the two identities.

But he had a premonition that neither of these two identities was the real identity of the other party, this person should be a direct member of their Murong family.

It's just that he couldn't think of who it was for a while.

"The poor monk has had many identities. Nangong Yue, the eldest son of Nangong, is me, and Wuke of Tianchan Temple is also me, but those are not the real me. The poor monk has a list of names!"

He did not hide this, and he could not frankly reveal his past identity, even his real name.

This is no secret among the old monks of Tianchan Temple, otherwise those elders would not allow outsiders to inherit the position of abbot of Tianchan Temple.

In the final analysis, those masters and uncles didn't take it easy, and there were still some obsessions.

It's photographic!

"Impossible, it can't be you, you have died long ago, this king saw you sealed in the sarcophagus with his own eyes, and was buried with his father."

Even with Murong Xian's mentality, the city was shocked by that name, even calling it impossible.

Back then he saw several brothers being sealed alive in the sarcophagus and buried with his father Murong Yi, Murong He would never be alive.

"Murong He in the past is indeed dead, and Nangong's eldest son Nangongyue is also dead. Now only Tianchan Temple can do nothing!"

Wu Ke did not go to argue with Murong Xian, that is meaningless, now and in the future there is only one helpless Wu Wu monk.

"Amitabha, benefactor, don't make mistakes again and again, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your back and be right!"

I proclaimed the Buddha's name again, and I hope that I will come to that step.

"No matter who you are, get out of the way now, or I will let you die!"

After calming down, Murong Xian shouted coldly, murderous intent surging.

Anyone who dares to be in power, no matter who he is, must die!

"There is one thing I want to ask you, is my master's bitter meditation hurt by you?"

Wu Ke also had a murderous intent in his heart. Although he let go of what Murong Xian did back then, he would never tolerate it hurting his mentor, Kuchan.

This cause and effect must be ended!
"He's not dead?"

Hearing the point of Wu Ke's words, Murong Xian was taken aback.

What can be said is injury, not killing. Obviously, Kuchan did not die as expected, but is still alive.

Is the powerhouse in the True Yuan Realm so violent?

"It's really you!"

The anger on his face, the irresistible blooming of murderous intent, cannot be confirmed from Murong Xian's words.

Although he had asked Kuchan, the mentor who had finished the matter, the mentor did not explain, nor did he say who the person who hurt him was.

However, he had some guesses in his mind, there were not many people who could keep their teacher silent, and Murong Xian was one of them.

After some testing just now, it turned out to be Murong Xian.

"Today, the poor monk will put an end to your pathetic ambition!"

"The Buddha's light shines!"

The vast power gushes out, the [-] Buddha beads on the neck rise in golden light, and the Buddhist charm emerges one after another, which merges with the Wuwu Buddhist charm, temporarily transforms into the Buddha's mind, and then evolves the Buddha's vision, which is enriched by the skill.

In order to deal with this border crisis, Wu Ke took out the relics enshrined in the pagoda and wore them into this string of Buddhist beads after discussing with his teacher and all his uncles.

Those relics were all cultivated by the ancestors of Tianchan Temple, and they contain their own Buddhist charm.

It can be used to stimulate the Buddha's mind, and then guided by the method of the Tathagata God's Palm, the vision of the Buddha can be evolved.

"Vajra Subduing Demon Roar·Mie!"

Based on the Buddha's vision, he performed the Tianchan Temple's esoteric vajra subduing demon roar, and when the word "destroyed" fell, a terrifying sound wave was stirred up, enough to blast and kill all existences below the innate realm.

But Murong Xian showed disdain on his face, although that kind of sound wave skill spread widely, but its power is mediocre, and it can deal with warriors in the Houtian realm at most.

And the ones he brought this time are all masters at the innate realm at the very least, as long as they circulate the innate qi, they can resist them.

But Murongxian couldn't calm down soon, and saw the Wangchuan dead soldiers he brought fell to the ground one after another, losing their vitality.

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(Eminent monks of all ages at Tianchan Temple: No one is allowed to rest in peace after death, you unworthy descendants!)

(End of this chapter)