Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 193 The Liewu Altar Hanging Sacrifice, Lord Chaoyi Appears

The mud plow in the forest prison unexpectedly started to rain.

Although after being transformed by Emperor Tathagata, the number of ghosts and evil beasts in Nili Forest Prison has decreased a lot, but the earth atmosphere that has accumulated for thousands of years is still shrouded in miasma, and evil worship is endless.

This rain is lochia.

Luo Hou sat across from Emperor Tathagata, and the white robe was soon stained with traces.

"Mr. Wu, there is a wooden house by the lake, please take shelter for now."

"Why doesn't the Buddha head enter the house?"

"When I first came, there were still monsters in the house. Later, the monsters avoided me and left an empty house. Although it is an empty house, it is inconvenient for me to break in without permission."

"What's wrong with me accompanying you?"

Emperor Tathagata raised his palm, and a burst of gentle Buddha power burst out, turning into a thick cloud, catching the evil rain, and flowing to both sides.

"Thank you."

"Not long ago, I felt the breath of a page of a book."

"Brahma's return immediately put an end to the disaster of the red tide."

"Good."

"I don't know what happened to the Supreme Buddha and Yunguodihun?"

"I put them in the Kaizong Mingjuan and nourish them with Buddha's energy day and night, hoping to help the two of them wash away their sins as soon as possible."

"No wonder I saw that when you rescued the three-headed evil spirits, there were two extremely bright and eye-catching spiritual consciousnesses in the opening scroll."

"Kaizong Mingjuan is like this mud plow forest prison, which is born in one place and moistened by one rain, but all plants and trees are different from each other."

The rain stopped.

Luo Hou bid farewell to Emperor Tathagata and left, feeling extremely peaceful.

The night is like silver, and the river beats gently on both sides.

Juye Fengtan led all the monks from the hometown of Tianfo to kill towards the bank of Yuyang River.

In the painting of the moon, Qi Luosheng painted makeup on the mirror, one stroke at a time, black and red peonies bloomed on his face, reappearing the old Jiangshan Kuaishou.

What is arena?

As long as there are people, there will be grievances, and if there are grievances, there will be rivers and lakes, and people are rivers and lakes.

After the Yuzhong Sanqianlou incident, Qi Luo has been out of the rivers and lakes for 30 years, and would go to the former site of Yuzhong Sanqianlou every year to pay his respects, but unfortunately, this grievance could not be resolved in the end.

He put down his brush and looked at his hand under the candlelight.

These hands are as white as jade, and they have not held a knife for 30 years, but tonight, Qi Luosheng assured that these hands are very stable.

The sound of the wind turning around extinguished the candle, and when the Xuepu Fan reappeared under the moonlight, it was already a long and narrow knife.

Jiangshan Yandao, without a scabbard, never retreats.

He walked on the waves and landed on the bank of the river.

"Killer, pay with your life!"

Juye Fengtan yelled angrily, and the Buddhist monks broke their precepts and started killing.

Ershanduo's pipa sounded like a torrential rain, and Weijiangdu Buddha's palms waved like a frenzied tide. A dozen or so monks behind him spun rapidly and praised their merits one after another.

Since you have entered the rivers and lakes, why be afraid of the rivers and lakes.

Qi Luo Shengyan slashed the knife: "Jiangshan Kuaishou's life, you can't take it away."

The light of the knife swayed in a mournful arc under the moon, with unforgiving eyes and no hesitation in the heart, letting the wind blow the blood, the knife broke the Buddha's heart.

"Ok?"

Juye Fengtan watched for a while, seeing that all the monks were no match for Qi Luosheng, he immediately waved his hand to deceive the end of suffering, and beheaded it grandly.

Qi Luo Shengqing drank: "The country is reversed, it is broken!"

The saber energy turned into saber intent, and the intent came from the heart. An unmatched but too fast saber light passed by, piercing the dark night and the wind and clouds.

Five strokes with one knife, one knife hurts people.

"Uh~"

Ershanduo's wrist was injured immediately, and Miaoyin fell to the bank of the river.

Wei Jiangdu retreated quickly, still injured by the saber energy, and vomited out a mouthful of vermilion.

The three monks behind him couldn't dodge in time, and their bodies and heads were separated instantly.

Juye Fengtan dodged sideways, and hurriedly used a unique move: "Monster, please forgive me! The Three Realms of the Buddha's Journey · Buddha Sea Sacred Strike!"

Yan Dao, Buddha Dao.

The fast hand in the sword is the hero in the sword.

The two fought fast with fast, and ruthless with ruthless.

Seeing that Shenzuo and Qi Luosheng were in a stalemate, Sanxiang Shura, who stood quietly behind him for a long time, started the battle tacitly.

"Take off the three-way Shura array!"

At the same time, Fan Qiye of the Four Protectors of Heavenly Kings held up the canopy and umbrella Tianluo: "Tianluo protects students!"

In an instant, the shackles of the three people and the six Buddhas were born in Qiluo, and the aura of the Buddha aroused the aura of the stars to echo, and the mountains, rivers and earth praised their power.

There is also a precious umbrella covering the sky and the earth, isolating the colorful knives, and protecting the monks.

"One more trick, finish your calamity, the beacon fire kills instantly, drink!"

The beacon fire rises, the flames burn, the Buddha's light three thousand opens the hell, and the sword cuts off life and death.

The agile figure was shackled, the peerless gorgeous knife was locked, Qi Luo was born like a bird with broken wings, a flower with cut roots, and just as the knife was about to fall, a sword flew from outside the sky.

Before the person arrived, the sword intent arrived, and blood spattered.

"what!"

Juye Fengtan covered his throat and exclaimed, unable to believe that he died like this.

"Judging seat!"

"Adjudicator!"

The visitor looked coldly and solemnly, and cut off the Buddha's shackle as the sword light rose and fell.

"Yi Qixing, you killed the judge!"

"I don't deny it."

Wei Jiangdu was filled with grief and indignation, picked up Juye Fengtan's corpse, and hurried to Xiyushan Temple.

The next day.

The main hall of the Martial Altar, which had been deserted for a long time, was swept clean, and several candles were lit one by one.

There are two corpses wrapped in white cloths parked on the main hall, one is Juye Fengtan, and the other is Chenjiangyue.

Feng Xue cleaned the hall all the way, sat in the shadow of the lamp, staring at the direction of Juye Fengtan. Not long ago, the two met again, but now they have been separated forever.

Who would have thought that the one parked next to him was Chen Jiangyue who was expelled from the Martial Arts Altar by him back then.

At this moment, the grievances and grievances between the two are over, and the sworn vow of "not asking to be born on the same day on the same month, but to die on the same day on the same day" has been truly fulfilled.

someone is coming.

The first to rush back was Junshepo, followed by the boss of the Han Dynasty, Yan Ruhong, and Chunqiu.

"Damn it! I just found out a few days ago that Yan Luo, the judge of the crime, entered the Buddhist village to practice. How could he hear the news of his death now? Whoever dares to touch the brothers in the martial arts world is against the boss!"

"The feeling of Boss Han is the same as that of all the brothers. The candlelight of the nine evil spirits is missing two from now on, and the candlestick is left empty. How can it not make people sad."

Several people waited for a long time after paying homage, but they did not wait for Sangang to come.

The old man cursed angrily: "Yulongtian, Qingshuangtai, Dianfengzuo, they are so cruel, they don't even take a look at my brother's death!"

Jun Shepo stopped him: "Maybe there is a delay, let's discuss a result first."

"Judgment Yan Luo died of Yi Qixing, the seventh master of martial arts, and Chen Jiangyue died in Huangquan, the capital of heaven. How do we take revenge?"

Jian Chunqiu saw that Feng Xue Yi Yi Chan was silent, he was dissatisfied and said: "In terms of affection, in the entire Martial Arts Arena, you, Yi Yi Chan, should be the most deserving judge for Yan Luo's revenge."

The boss of the Han also said: "All the way to Zen, did you forget your brother when you escaped into Buddhism?"

All the way Zen helpless: "Where is Yiqi Pedestrian?"

"At present, Yi Qixing should be haunting Tongtian Road, but his friend Qi Luosheng uses Yuyang River as his base, so he may be able to find him."

Yan Ruhong asked again: "How to deal with Chen Jiangyue's enmity?"

Jun Shepo pondered for a moment: "The strength of Tiandu is unfathomable, I will contact Sangang as soon as possible."

Just when everyone was about to disperse, a long-lost figure stepped into the main hall of Lie Wu Tan.

"It's Yulongtian who is here!"

The person who came was Yulongtian, the head of the three gangs in the Liewu Altar, and the Nanmian Chaoyi Lord among the five legends of the past.

He walked slowly to the two corpses, lifted the white cloth, and looked at them for a long time.

"Bury my brother first, Tiandu, I will be with you."

(End of this chapter)