Starting from the Abandoned Disciple in Laoshan

Chapter 282 Dongdu Fusang, God of Gods!
The fact that the peacock demon sage was severely injured spread throughout the world in a very short period of time.

Although many human races suffering from the fear of demon saints emphasized that the peacock demon saint who was seriously injured by the master of the five internal organs must be an incarnation, and the real peacock demon saint was not seriously injured by the rumors.

These remarks, after a certain degree of fermentation, still occupy some markets.

Because there are always people who think that they are better than others, see deeper and see farther.

But it does not prevent more people from worshiping Guanzhu from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the effect brought by the Human Skin Classic.

Even many sects of aristocratic families have to admit that this is a very groundbreaking cultivation method, and it is suitable for all living beings to practice.

This is an indescribable general trend, and anyone with a little wisdom knows that this is the number of days and cannot be stopped.

Since it cannot be blocked, joining is naturally the best choice.

Here, the advantages of the aristocratic sect are not lost, they can send many famous teachers, and they have the right to speak to explain the ancient human skin scriptures.

Of course, Shen Mo has the greatest say.

It's just that the view of the five viscera has stopped preaching, leaving this part of the right to speak temporarily deprived.

Cultivation waits for no one, the aristocratic family sect took the opportunity to occupy the downstream forces in the practice world, and began to expand wantonly.

This greatly changed their attitude towards Shen Mo.

Many people think that this is Shen Mo's compromise with the aristocratic sect.

However, some people think that this is due to the noble sentiments of the temple master, and he does not want to start a civil war within the human race.

There are all kinds of voices, but one thing, all parties have reached a tacit agreement, that is, Guanzhu is a saint of the human race in this world, there is no doubt about it.

Some people are alive, but they have already been praised as gods!

It was Shen Mo.

There is no lack of a dark part of people's hearts, and that is flattery!

Especially the emperor of Shendu, who actually gave Shen Mo the title of the most holy teacher of the human race.

Although the emperor's authority is already very weak, but this high hat has been recognized privately by many people.

It's just that Su Zimo was very disappointed.

Because he knows very well that even if the little uncle is praised as a god, he will not be bound by this identity.

Now it is the human race that needs the little martial uncle, not the little martial uncle needs the human race.

Some people can't see clearly at all, and some people don't want to see clearly.

Su Zimo is sober in the world.

But after all, he failed to go to Fusang with Shen Mo. A terrifying demon appeared near the capital of the gods. It was suspected that a mutilated limb of a certain Kunlun protoss had turned into a dead body, and Su Zimo urgently needed to go back to deal with it.

Of course, Shen Mo didn't need Su Zimo to go with him.

When the world was talking about Shen Mo, the master of the temple, Shen Mo was already drifting on the Eastern Sea on a bamboo raft.

The sky is high and the waves are rough, and the tiny bamboo rafts are like dust, which is not worth mentioning.

But the ease of walking is indescribable.

It has always been a waste of pushing force, and it is easy to move in the middle of the day.

Shen Mo was dressed in a dark Taoist uniform, standing against the wind on the bamboo raft, with an aura that the sky was too high to be covered, and the sea was too deep to be covered.

This wasn't Shen Mo's intentional pretense, after all, there was no one around, and he crossed the ocean alone, so he couldn't be seen by others.

He just used the water flow to push the bamboo raft to practice the Great Freedom Sword Sutra.

There is still a full month before the day when Tianzhao Sword is born.

Shen Mo didn't need to worry at all.

Even if it is born, Shen Mo can take it away.

He has this confidence.

A gust of westerly wind fueled the flames. Although he didn't exert any magical powers, just using the water and wind, Shen Mo also floated across the bitter sea of ​​the East with a bamboo raft and reached the shore of Fusang.

As soon as Shen Mo came ashore, he learned one thing from the nearby Fusang Lang population, that is, the Shuangyue Sect, who was so powerful in Fusang martial arts in the past, gave Iga's ninja hundred lands after Shuangyue Musashi was defeated by Shen Mo in the gods. Thousands of troops were razed to the ground.

The Frost Moon Sect with a long heritage disappeared in Fusang.

And the behind-the-scenes force supporting the leader of the Iga ninjas is the Zoroastrianism.

After Shen Mo learned the news, Shuangyue Musashi's refining body throbbed for a while.Since the death of Lord Yan Luo, Shuangyue Musashi's refined corpse has been subdued by Shen Mo.

Shen Mo told it the news.

The emotions from the previous life still remain on it, and once it is aroused, it is very strong.

It just so happened that Shen Mo and the Fire Worship Cult were at odds, knowing that the leader of the Fire Worship Cult, Shen Xiaofeng, was the incarnation of the leader of the Netherworld, so it was appropriate to hand over these hundreds of thousands of troops to Shuangyue Musashi.

But Shuangyue Musashi has died, and Shuangyuezong has disappeared from Fusang.

It is no longer appropriate to use the old name.

Shen Mo decided to give it a new life, so naturally he also had to give him a new name.

"From today onwards, I will give you the name Sarutobi Sun and Moon."

Lian Zang throbbed for a while, and slowly knelt in front of Shen Mo, apparently accepting the new name.

"Go, kill hundreds of thousands of troops, and find out the exact location where Tianzhao Sword was born."

"Hi!"

Sarutobi Sun and Moon replied very briefly and forcefully.

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With the support of the Fire Worship Sect, hundreds of thousands of troops swept away the Frost Moon Sect, the former martial arts holy land in Fusang, and occupied it. Since then, he has become a living legendary ninja in Fusang.

This heroic force will accompany him throughout his life until death.

In the past, he tried to join the Frost Moon Sect, but Frost Moon Musashi's father regarded him as a minion and refused him to join.Even if he is willing to be a servant, he is not available.

Today, the Frost Moon Sect is finally destroyed by him.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers naturally felt regretful in their hearts. Apart from obeying the orders of the Zoroastrianism, they only had to enjoy themselves.

Holding his most beloved concubine Ji, he sang loudly:

50 years of human life, compared with the long-term of heaven and earth, is like a dream and an illusion; there is no immortal who lives once.

The sound of steady and powerful footsteps appeared in the ears of thousands of soldiers from all over the place.

Unfortunately, although he is addicted to pleasure, his martial arts has not regressed, and he has already touched the threshold of refining gods.

He was very familiar with the footsteps.

"Frosty Moon Musashi!"

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers can hardly imagine, how could this dead man be resurrected?
Could it be that in the era of demons and demons, the other party turned into a ghost and god, and came to revenge and claim his life?

Although surprised, hundreds of thousands of soldiers did not have any fear.

The flames of war ignited in his heart. Even if the Frost Moon Sect revived, he would step on it fiercely to completely extinguish it!
Thousands of soldiers from hundreds of places killed no less than a thousand people in their lifetime, and it was Fusang's beheading of thousands of people. The murderous aura in his life was condensed in an instant, almost turning into substance.

At this moment, even if the real ghosts and gods come to him, he will let the other party come and go.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally came to the courtyard door.

Thousands of troops from all over the world raised their Japanese sabers and charged towards the gate of the courtyard, with the intent to kill like a tide.But in an instant, all around him was blocked by a powerful saber intent like a sea tide, and the sky changed horribly, with dark clouds covering the top like five thunders.

Three Swords Yutianliu - Celestial Phenomena!
Under the oppression of the sky, it is difficult for hundreds of thousands of troops to move.He is extremely vulnerable right now.

A cherry blossom fell on top of his head at some unknown time.

Insert it into his Baihui acupoint accurately.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers knelt down on the ground, and the gate of the courtyard opened.

If you don't join the refining god, you will not be able to appreciate the power of the refining god, even if it is a refining corpse.What he saw was only Fusang from the small country, but Shimotsuki Musashi had experienced the world!
A white figure walked up to the kneeling army of thousands of lands, picked up the deadly cherry blossoms, and said lightly, "Murderer, the master of the Five Viscera Temple, Sarutobi Sun and Moon!"

The doorman and concubine Ji, who are from hundreds of places and thousands of troops, watched everything that happened in front of them in the distance, and looked at the figure like a demon king.

And this terrifying demon king who killed Qianrenzhan, Fusang's legendary ninja, was actually just a subordinate of the five viscera temple master.

At this moment, the divine power of Sarutobi Sun and Moon is enough to make them worship.

And what about the master of the five viscera?
God of gods?

The night fell unconsciously, and the seven constellations of Xuanwu in the starry sky spanned the sky, and the stars were flourishing, indicating the arrival of an extraordinary lifeless saint.

There are countless gods worshiped in Fusang, but most of them are evil gods. At this time, the priests in various temples have a premonition that there is now a near-real god in Fusang.

(End of this chapter)