I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 137 What is the Déjà vu of Online Games?
Since the temple was built, the Luohan Temple has been supported by many believers in Changning County.

Incense has always been burning, even at night, it is brightly lit and surrounded by cigarettes, which is very majestic.

But today the Arhat Temple seemed a bit too quiet, many monks even held sticks on guard, looking jittery.

Some monks who have entered the practice, each holding a magic weapon, guard the temple's eyes.

As long as there is a slight change, they will attack with all their strength.

If you want to ask why they look like this, the corpses of a few young monks lying in the temple yard explain everything.

The faces of the young monks were black and gray, and their skin was dry and wrinkled, as if they had been sucked out of all their energy by some monster.

Among the monks, there was a tall monk with a full beard, his eyes wide open, and he was full of evil spirit.

"Nie Chao, dare to come again!"

Suddenly, the great monk let out a loud shout, and swung the Zen stick in his hand forward, slamming into a group of phantoms not far away.

The phantom's body was roughly human-like, but its arms were so long that it dragged it all the way to the ground.

After being hit by the Zen staff, a large piece of his body turned into black smoke and dispersed in the void.After a scream of "squeak" from its mouth, it quickly retreated again.

The great monk glared at all this. Ever since the black sun rose in the sky, evil spirits and spirits have continued to invade the temple.

Although they strictly guarded against death, there were still casualties.

Now that people are panicking, I am afraid that if this continues, those ordinary monks will collapse first.

"Shinto's mind is clearly revealed, and it is clear that he wants to drive us to a dead end." In the Luohan Temple, some older monks looked deeply worried.

Shinto's hand can be said to be lore, the black sun shines brightly in the world, and it does not fall within the scope of the temple alone.

This is to force those vicious gods and demons to enter the temple, and those demons and ghosts released from the nether world have starved for hundreds of thousands of years. When encountering their living blood, how can they hold back? The monks broke out in endless conflicts.

And what worries them most is that the Black Sun is the same for all temples.

This means that the crisis faced by many small and weak temples will be more severe.

After all, there are eminent monks and great virtues sitting in those powerful temples, and there are even living arhats stationed in the world, so ordinary fierce gods naturally dare not provoke them.

But in a small temple like the Arhat Temple, although there was an Arhat before, there are currently no masters who can suppress the scene.

It may not be so easy to survive this catastrophe.

"Chuck."

The great monk moved his ears slightly, and suddenly looked somewhere outside the temple, only to see a slender shadow passing by.

Before seeing it clearly, the convenience disappeared without a trace.

And just when he turned his head away, a small black face tore away from the cloud, and poked out its face.

But it was Qiu Ping.

"The defense is really tight." Little Loach scratched his head. He originally wanted to come over to see if he could get a bargain, but when he saw the temple was waiting in full force, he knew it was over.

This group of monks can gain a foothold in a county, and there is still some reliance.

"Snapped."

Little Loach took a few steps back carefully, but suddenly bumped into another cloud.

The cloud was torn apart, revealing the head of a little mouse, followed by three more mouse heads, looking straight at Qiu Ping.

Qiu Ping's eyelids twitched a few times. He really didn't read the almanac when he went out today. Why did he meet the shrew spirit and his ancestors, ancestors, and ancestors here.

These few mice are very courageous and do things unscrupulously.

Last time, the four of them formed a group to steal Dragon Balls.

"Hey, big brother, you're also here in Muddy Waters...ah, to watch the fun." The little shrew was overjoyed when he saw Qiu Ping.

He thought that his big brother had washed his hands and stopped stealing, but he didn't expect that he would come out and do it on his own.

The little mouse yelled loudly, and as long as the monks in the temple were not deaf, they could hear his yelling.

The corners of Qiu Ping's mouth twitched. He originally wanted to enter the village quietly, not shooting guns, but now his voice ruined everything.

He even saw the great monk below looking at the cloud with fire in his eyes. Anyone who is facing a life-and-death crisis at home, but others are chatting and watching the fun, will feel angry.

"Come on, big brother, you came here by coincidence. I just picked up a blueprint at the foot of the mountain yesterday. Guess what, it's the layout of the Arhat Temple. Where the treasures in their temple are hidden, they are all marked Clearly..."

The little mouse mysteriously pulled out a piece of yellow paper, on which countless black lines were drawn crookedly, which looked like graffiti, and even a lot of them were obviously left by his palms and feet inkblots.

"Hold on to my tail for a while, and I'll take you in to find the baby."

The little mouse crawled onto Qiu Ping's shoulders, jumped up and down twice, and said triumphantly.

Just when he was about to continue speaking, Little Niqian's figure moved.

Appeared fifty feet away in an instant, and then waved its fins, drawing a curve in the void.After one breath, a ferocious god with disheveled hair and covered in indigo turned into black smoke and dispersed.

And the number on Qiu Ping's head became "[-]".

The strength of this ferocious god is very weak, and it has only provided a meritorious service, which can only be said to be better than nothing.

"Snapped."

Because the little loach moved too suddenly, after he killed the beast, the shrew that had been sitting on his shoulder hit the cloud straight up and fell on its back.

"Huh?" The three ancestors of the shrew spirit turned their heads to look at Qiu Ping at the same time. They were very surprised that this little loach also controlled the power of space, and was so proficient.

Their shrews have a talent for space, but judging from the posture of the little loach just now, it seems that they are not inferior to shrews in short-distance movement.

"Big brother...how did your strength become so powerful?" The little shrew remembered that half a year ago, Qiu Ping was almost beaten to death by the monks of the Arhat Temple, but now he has grown so much in the blink of an eye.

This made him a little envious.

"Ahaha, Judge Cui gave me a little advice. He also tailored a set of learning methods for me. You can ask him to help you with a practice plan later. It is guaranteed that your strength will improve by leaps and bounds."

Qiu Ping didn't want to pay attention to the little mouse at first, but suddenly his heart moved, and he said mysteriously.

This kind of good thing, of course, should be shared with good friends.

"Really?" The little shrew secretly wrote down all this, and when the matter here was over, she asked Judge Cui to train herself.

Just when Qiu Ping and the little shrew had just chatted a few words, more and more evil spirits approached the Arhat Temple.

Obviously, these fierce gods also gradually realized that the temple is a relatively safe place, and they gathered here very tacitly.

……

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Qiu Ping's figure drew several curves in the void, and the superposition of [Oil Oil Art] and [Great Oil Oil Art] was almost to be played by him.

The fierce god with the strength of the holy fetus in front of him couldn't even touch his shadow, and in turn he had drawn countless wounds on his body, so he roared in anger.

Qiu Ping's figure flickered, and he appeared directly opposite the fierce god. Just as he opened his mouth and roared, his violent breath turned into a cloud of smoke, which poured straight in from his mouth, blasting half of the opponent's head.

Although the tactics are a bit wretched, the effect is leveraged.

"Om."

The numbers on Qiu Ping's head continued to increase, and he added ten meritorious deeds in one breath. In addition to killing a few fierce gods just now, he now has 23 meritorious deeds in total.

Although the promotion of meritorious service made him quite excited, deep down in his heart he was still a little unhappy.

He killed these fierce gods outside the temple, isn't he protecting these monks in disguise, what a bad luck!
Just when Qiu Ping was secretly angry, he worked harder to kill the fierce gods that kept coming from all around.

However, as time went by, the number of fierce gods gathered continued to increase, but Qiu Ping's achievements were almost less and less.

Because it wasn't just him and the shrews who wanted to come to the temple to pick up leaks, and the others were not fools, so they naturally discovered the clues.

There are only two temples in the nearby counties plus Tai'an Prefecture.

One is the Arhat Temple here, and the other is the Quanlin Temple in the mansion.

The Quanlin Temple was far above the Arhat Temple in terms of size and strength. Of course, these fierce gods didn't want to go there to seek death, so they rushed here in a swarm.

And the gods who chased and killed these fierce gods also followed.

Not long after, a large circle of gods surrounded the entire Arhat Temple, at least three hundred of them. Before any evil gods from outside approached, they were hit by hundreds of magical spells at the same time, and their souls were scattered.

There are so many monks and so few porridge, even Qiu Ping can only get a few sporadic achievements with difficulty.

Qiu Ping secretly sighed, why does this have the sense of sight of him playing the first generation of online games in his previous life, some mobs were wiped out by a large number of players just after they were refreshed.

Just as he was struggling to fight monsters among the crowd, a turbulent black light suddenly flew from behind them.

The light was so overwhelming that Little Loach and the shrews around him couldn't help shrinking their heads, and the light flew over their scalps.

But the other gods didn't react so quickly, and were directly wiped out by Wu Guang.

After a few breaths, they came back to life in unison.Qiu Ping covered his head, it really looked more and more like an online game.

The black light rushed and crashed into the Zen courtyard in an instant.

The rays of light converged and turned into a giant god with a height of several feet and dark skin. Six arms stretched out from behind, holding a ferocious skull and leg bones in his hands, which was ferocious and strange.

It's just that he looks like he hasn't eaten for a long time, his dry skin clings to his torso, and even the bones in his body are clear.

But even so, the tyrannical aura emanating from him surprised everyone.

Qiu Ping couldn't estimate how powerful this fierce god was, but he had a hunch that if the other party wanted to kill him, he probably didn't need a second move.

Thanks to the black sun, he would not die, otherwise he would have run away long ago.

If Qiu Ping was shocked, then the monks in the monastery were terrified.

As soon as the fierce god fell to the ground, he opened his mouth and sucked it in. The surrounding monks, regardless of their level of cultivation, only felt that the blood in their bodies was rapidly disappearing. The faces of the monks with the weakest strength instantly turned pale, and their bodies looked very empty.

Including the bearded monk, his body was shaken for a while. Under the oppression of the opponent's momentum, he was forcibly robbed of his blood, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Qiu Ping shrunk his head secretly. The strength of this ferocious god is at least at the level of a fifth-rank god. There is probably no one in Changning County who is his opponent.

Well, maybe Judge Cui can.

Xiao Niqian had seen Cui Pan kill the incarnation of Yan Jun before. The strength of this first assistant official of the county government is very special. He is obviously only from the seventh rank, but his strength is frighteningly high.

Just when the monks were defeated, a mummy that had been enshrined in the Luohan Temple was suddenly covered with a layer of golden light, and then it slowly stood up.

It was an image of an old monk with half-bald hair, deep eyes and a high nose.

Perhaps because he had been air-dried for too long, his body was extremely shriveled, with only a thin layer of skin covering the bones, which looked somewhat similar to that fierce god.

The old monk held a bowl in one hand and a stick in the other.

The golden light is brilliant and dazzing, although its appearance is terrifying, it is impressive at first glance.

Qiu Ping had seen this old monk before, and he seemed to be called Wu Ze Luo Han.

Before the three-headed snake was engaged in MLM in the county, the avatar of the old monk came out to protect his shortcomings, and then fled in desperation under the threat of He Bo.

This time the temple suffered a catastrophe, and he was forced out again.

And compared to last time, the aura he showed this time is stronger, and his strength is more terrifying.

It seems that he really intends to work hard.

As soon as Wu Ze Luohan appeared, he raised the Zen stick in his hand and threw it at the fierce god.

Naturally, the Arhats and Bodhisattvas in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss cannot ignore these fierce gods invading the temple, otherwise most of their beliefs in the world will be cut off.

And in the future, it will be more difficult to spread it by more than a hundred times. Your temple has been taken over by evil spirits. Why should we believe that your Dharma is boundless?

Wu Ze Arhat fought with the fierce god. According to the original strength, this fierce god is slightly higher than Wu Ze Luo Han, but after all, he has been imprisoned in Netherworld for hundreds of years, and his strength has regressed greatly.

And although Wu Ze Luohan only descended into the "flesh body Buddha" who was aware of himself, he was fighting at home anyway, and for a while he was evenly matched with this fierce god.

But the buildings in the Arhat Temple suffered disaster.

With the strength of the two of them, it is impossible to hold back in a fight. Amidst the roar, a large area of ​​splendid buildings was turned into ruins in an instant.

Qiu Ping was sitting on the top of the cloud, still thinking in his mind to wait until they were both injured before going up to pick up a bargain. Suddenly, a strange crab next to him opened his mouth and sprayed a jet of water, which fell on Wu Ze Arhat and the fierce god who were fighting. body.

Although it didn't have any effect, I have to say, this one is really brave.

Just when Qiu Ping was feeling emotional, the brilliance of magical powers flickered again, and dozens of water jets, water arrows, or curses fell on the two people in the battle.

Not long after, more and more gods joined the spell-casting team, and the intensive spell bombardment did not distinguish between targets, and they bombed anyone they saw.

Anyway, in the eyes of these gods, these two groups of people are not good guys.

It can be so!

This kind of behavior of grouping up to kill bosses is really self-taught in any world!

　I'm sorry, sorry, I had a headache and drowsy yesterday, and I didn't get up until early this morning to finish typing.
　　
　
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