The hardest emperor in history

Chapter 115 Three Kills
At the foot of the mountain, a few pilgrims who were reluctant to watch the excitement suddenly noticed the roar and the vibration of the mountain.

They knew that something extremely dire must have happened to the temple on the top of the mountain.

The great monks of Foyin Temple, these pilgrims also know about it.

None of them are weak in martial arts, but it's probably impossible to unleash such a powerful force.

Then this movement must have been made by the handsome young man and the Iron Head.

Thinking of the cruel smile on the face of that young master earlier, these people shuddered even more.

Is there anyone in this world who can create such a powerful power?

This...is this still human?

At this moment, these pilgrims ran down the mountain in a panic.

Regardless of whether this Foyin Mountain is in a trance or a demon today, it's something later.

Escaping from the hands of gods and demons, that is a fluke!

On the top of the mountain, Jun Wu nodded silently when he saw the gravel and flesh and blood all over the ground.

At this moment, his strength is about the same as that of this mourning star.

But Junwu didn't have much chance to try his own strength.

Only by observing the ability of the Sangmen star can one understand his own destructive power.

Looking at it now, the strength of the two of them is indeed unique in the world.

Even the four gods back then couldn't be their single enemy.

Ordinarily, such a big battle in Foyin Temple should alarm even the deaf.

Sure enough, not long after, a fat body came running from mid-air.

The yellow monk's uniform and the red Sharjah on his body could not stop floating, and his rosy nose and small mung bean eyes offset all his Buddha nature.

Instead of looking like an eminent monk, he looked like a fake monk with wine and meat.

This person is the old Buddha.

He suddenly heard an earth-shattering vibration in the meditation room, and immediately got up and ran.

And the young monk who reported the news earlier was torn apart by the internal force of Sangmen Xing before he could run away for a long time.

Just like what Jun Wu had thought in his mind before, no matter whether the little monk ran or not, the ending would be normal.

At this moment, Lafayette, who was running towards Junwu, became more startled the more he looked around.

Several Buddhist temples were trampled on.

Pieces of rubble flew around, bloodstained.

The further you go, the more fragmented corpses you can see.

These pieces of meat were completely crushed, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

The old Buddha wondered, could it be that there are a large number of masters attacking the mountain gate?
But there are not many masters in the world who can use internal force to shake people into pieces of flesh.

Maybe only my brothers and sisters can do it.

And it is necessary to shake people into pieces one by one.

Even if the four of them came together, and the other party lined up one by one for him to kill, it would take a long time.

I don't know how long it took the opponent to kill the meat all over the ground?
After all, I am old, and someone has been killing on my territory for so long, and I didn't even notice it.

The further he ran, the colder he became.

It's not that he feels sorry for his disciples and grandchildren, but that he is worried about the enemy's strength.

Could it be that the royal family used artillery?

But when he ran to the midpoint of flesh and blood, he "understood" everything.

I saw standing in the center of the shattering, a young man.

Although he had never seen this person before, he looked handsome and extraordinary, with an indifferent and stern look on his face.

Presumably this is the legendary prince of Yue.

And beside him stood a man wearing an iron mask.

The figure of the man was somewhat indescribably familiar.

But if you recall, you can't remember who it is.

At this moment, the old Buddha had no Buddha nature on his face, and he said angrily to Jun Wu: "You are Jun Wu's child?"

Jun Wu asked with a half-smile, "Are you the old Buddha?"

Although the two have never met each other, they have heard each other's name long ago.

The old Buddha snorted angrily and said, "Where is the immortal official's useless thing?"

He had already made a judgment in his heart, this young man suddenly had the courage to come to Foyin Temple.

He even killed his disciples and grandchildren like this, it must be because his strength has soared.

It must be that the immortal official finally couldn't restrain his killing intent and shot Jun Wu.

And this slick guy's strength has skyrocketed by relying on the true dragon blood.

Now this kid may already be on par with his senior brothers.

If you want to kill him, you may need their brothers and sisters to join hands.

So the old Buddha was the first one to ask the fairy where he was at the moment.

But Jun Wu sneered and said: "If you miss him, I'll take you to see him."

The old Buddha took a deep breath, knowing in his heart that the cunning boy said something like this, and most of the immortal officials didn't notice it, and he was attacked by surprise.

Maybe it's not good now, and it may even be dead.

Thinking that my elder brother would die in this way after living for more than 300 years.

There was a burst of grief in the old Buddha's heart.

Although he showed a cynical look on weekdays, his mind was still meticulous.

Hearing Jun Wu's words, he immediately raised his head and let out a long whistle.

The howling sound spread thousands of miles and lingered for a long time.

If his brothers and sisters heard about it, they would come immediately no matter what happened.

This is the secret code they agreed on back then.

This move surprised Zangmen Xing.

He was wearing an iron helmet, so his voice was muffled and he mumbled, "What? He's clearly calling for someone to come. Don't you want to stop it?"

Jun Wu smiled lightly and said: "It's not a good time to call someone.

Save me one by one to find. "

Seeing that there was no trace of fear on Jun Wu's face, the old Buddha angrily reprimanded:
"You kid who kills thousands of knives. Come on, let's fight for three hundred rounds!"

At this moment, Laofo guessed that Junwu's strength might not be comparable to his own.

There is also a strange man with an iron hood beside him, but it can be ignored.

And if he can hold Jun Wu back, then his senior brothers will definitely come immediately.

As soon as they arrive, Jun Wu can no longer be rampant.

At this time, Jun Wu said with a mocking smile: "Why kill you for three hundred rounds?"

Then he said to Sangmen Xing: "This is the person."

Sangmenxing doesn't care whether this old Buddha is a real evil person or not.

Eun Gong said he wanted to kill him, so kill him.

It's not difficult anyway.

He took a step forward and said to the old Buddha, "I'm sorry. Mr. Benedict wants me to kill you. Go and die first."

When the old Buddha saw this iron-headed man, he was suspicious.

Ordinarily, there is no one in this world who can rival his senior brother.

Even if Jun Wu gained the same strength as them by relying on the blood of the real dragon, there should not be another person with a thousand years of Taoism.

And there was an unexplainable sense of familiarity about this person.

It was this weird sense of familiarity that made Laofo always have a grudge against him.

Who is it?

But it was too late for him to think.

The iron-headed man had already stepped forward and gave the old Buddha a flat shove.

The impact of the huge internal force far exceeded the old Buddha's imagination.

I only heard the old Buddha finally shouted: "You are!..."

With only two words, even an old man like Lao Buddha became a puddle of meat.

At this time, Sangmen Xing turned his head, the iron mask covered his flattering smile and said: "Is this okay?"

Jun Wu only jokingly said with a smile: "It's okay."

(End of this chapter)