The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 331 Dao, Monk

"what!"

The wind and rain are dim, arrow shadows are flying across the sky, Dongfang Wudi flies back, his white hair is flying like silver snakes all over the sky, his screams are shocking, the man has been castrated like an arrow, the flames of the ten suns outside his body are flying, turning the fire into a shield, blocking the body forward.

But in a blink of an eye, an arrow flashed by, ignoring the terrifying fire force, pierced through the center of his brow, and flew into the rain.

In an instant, all murderous intentions were eliminated.

Dongfang Wudi's stern expression turned into astonishment, his body trembled, and his retreat was slow, like a bird with broken wings, following the remaining momentum, he fell from mid-air and fell heavily to the ground.

No screams, no begging for mercy.

The outcome has been decided, life and death have been divided.

Winner and loser, he has already realized this.

The heavy rain poured down, Dongfang Wudi lay on his back, looking at the gray and gloomy sky, the vitality in his eyes was disappearing rapidly like the fire inside his body.

Chen Zhuo succeeded in one shot, without hesitation, he quickly retreated.

Now all the masters and forces in the world want to kill him, and Dongfang Wudi is so unpredictable, if there are a few more, it will be enough to drink a pot.

Soon, someone came again amidst the wind and rain.

They were still members of the White Lotus Sect, looking at Dongfang Wudi's corpse, all of them looked sad and stood silently.

"Uncle Three!"

Among them was a young man with white hair and a white robe, with a stalwart figure and a majestic appearance. His body was majestic and powerful, and he seemed to be catching up with Dongfang Wudi.

This person is the rising star of the entire "White Lotus Sect", known as the most amazing talent, the most talented person, the real dragon of the East!

"East Invincible lost?"

The other masters who came here after hearing the news were also very shocked when they saw Dongfang Wudi's defeat on the spot.

As one of the most prestigious figures in the world, looking at the leader of the "White Lotus Sect" in the past, it can be said that he was no match. Even the evil god of Huoyun would shy away from him. Now that he is dead, people have to reevaluate Chen Zhuo's strength.

Dongfang Zhenlong didn't say much, and ordered people to bring Dongfang Wudi's body back, while he turned around and walked into the rain.

The masters from all walks of life dispersed and hurriedly looked for traces of Chen Zhuo.

Now it's not only them martial arts masters, but even the armies of various countries are making big moves. No matter how strong Chen Zhuo is, it's impossible for him to win everyone.

Like a piece of fresh meat, everyone wants to take a bite, and everyone is afraid of falling behind.

It was raining harder.

I don't know how long it has passed, a group of White Lotus Sect members are carrying the corpse of Dongfang Wudi, feeling the chilling aura between heaven and earth, everyone has an indescribable palpitation.

The wind and rain, the stormy sea, and the few people on board originally planned to transport the body back to the main helm in South Korea, but in this oppressive atmosphere, Dongfang Wudi, who was already dead, suddenly had an unusual change.

"Ah, look quickly, what's going on, Holy Master?"

Amidst the exclamation, Dongfang Wudi's body slowly rose into the air, and dots of white divine splendor emerged from the void like stars, like thousands of fireflies, clinging to the still warm corpse, it was very miraculous.

Under the stunned and horrified gazes of several people, the sword wound between Dongfang Wudi's eyebrows has healed rapidly visible to the naked eye, his originally pale face turned rosy, and his dead gray flesh was also overflowing with a layer of brilliance, as if a fairy Buddha came into the world .

"Well!"

Accompanied by a soft murmur like a groan, Dongfang Wudi's figure returned to normal, and he stood in the air with his arms outstretched, and his closed eyes slowly opened, black and white were no longer in his pupils, but two indescribable The brilliance, coming out through the eyes, falls into the void.

"Holy Lord, are you okay? This is great. I'll go right away..." Several members of the White Lotus Sect were surprised and happy to see this, and they hurriedly bowed and bowed.

Dongfang Wudi looked down at the disciples at his feet with no sadness or joy, and then looked at the direction where Chen Zhuo had just left, and said calmly and flatly: "He is not from here, there is a lack of reason here, if he fills it up, It is bound to be more perfect and complete, and the road ahead will continue.”

This voice sounds the same as Dongfang Wudi before, but now it has an indescribable weirdness, as if it has abandoned all emotions and six desires, lost the slightest popularity, and turned into a puppet.

Several disciples were stunned when they heard the words, they didn't know what Dongfang Wudi meant, but their expressions quickly turned into horror.

The rainy atmosphere is soft, Dongfang Wudi's words fall on his front feet, and a little brilliance emerges from the void on his back feet, and then turns into two illusory silhouettes, both of which are extremely powerful and unparalleled in the world.

"Good! Evil!"

A figure in the middle took a few steps and descended from the air step by step, like stepping on an invisible staircase. When it stood on the ground, the figure had solidified and turned into an old monk, retreating from the wind and rain, which was amazing.

The appearance of this monk is very different from that of the Han people, with white robes and bare feet, compassionate eyes, hands clasped in front of his chest, and an illusory Buddhist soldier on his back, responding to Dongfang Wudi's previous words, bowing his head and saying sadly: "Amitabha, one flower, one world , one leaf and one bodhi, looking down on the mundane world for thousands of years, and finally stepping into the mundane world again, since this is the case, it is time to meet with it."

Another figure also fell from mid-air and transformed into a Taoist with a high crown and ancient robe. He said without haste: "There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. I don't expect that after a thousand years, there will be a powerful man from outside the world setting foot here. I need to wait for a while." .”

Several members of the White Lotus Sect were already terrified by the shocking scene in front of them, trembling with horror, they said, "You... are you humans or ghosts?"

None of the monks responded, but they all turned their heads and looked at the horizon.

"The Buddha asked Jialan!"

The old monk squeezed the thunder sound seal of the sky drum in his hand, and golden lotuses gushed out of his body immediately, and the brilliance soared to the sky. Invisibly, there were all over the sky singing one after another, magnificent and magnificent. Thunderbolt disappeared.

The Taoist's eyes flickered but he did not take action.

But this monk suddenly rolled up and turned into two balls of light, which entered the seven orifices of the two congregants, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The faces of the two people immediately turned stiff with fright, and then became numb, their eyelids were half closed, followed by their eyes flickering, and the energy in their bodies was being strengthened layer by layer.

After doing all this, one of them changed his tone and said shockingly: "Sin, sin! Poor monk Dark Bodhidharma!"

Another person said in a low voice: "Poverty Wang Chongyang!"

Seeing this situation, the rest of the people had already been scared out of their wits.

One of these two people is actually the ancestor of Zen sect, the other is the patriarch of Daoism sect, and the two supreme figures who have been dead for thousands of years, the world's best, and now they have reappeared in the world.

The few people couldn't care about other things, as if they saw a ghost, they turned around and fled to the distance.

But before they could run far, wisps of blue flames were suddenly ignited all over their bodies, and in just a moment, the people had turned into ashes on the ground.

Dongfang Wudi lowered his eyelids, looked at the two who were still familiar with the physical body, and said without any fluctuation in his tone: "No matter what you do in this battle, you must keep him no matter what."

After saying that, the vitality in Dongfang Wudi's eyes disappeared in an instant, his breath stopped abruptly, the tall figure fell heavily to the ground, and then wisps of fire burst out of his body and turned into ashes.

The monks looked at each other, one turned to the east and the other to the west.

……

At this moment, Chen Zhuo, who had already fled far away, looked back at Xiangjiang suddenly, with an unprecedented solemn expression on his face, his eyes were cloudy and uncertain, he stopped to look around, uncertain, as if he had glimpsed something extremely terrifying.

"coming!"

Suddenly, he stomped on one foot, and in his black and white eyes, a flash of light drew closer from the horizon, coming extremely menacingly.

That is a sword with a strange standard...

(End of this chapter)