Douluo: I actually became the Pope Qian Xunji

Chapter 37 Victory in the Killing Fields of Hell ([-])

Bianhua also had a poignant legend in Qianxunji's previous life, and Qianxunji even remembered it.

According to legend, once upon a time there were two people named Bian and An, and God decreed that they could never meet each other.They cherished each other and admired each other. Finally one day, they met secretly despite God's rules.As the saying goes, there is a connection between hearts. After they met, An found that An was a beautiful woman, and An also found that An was a handsome young man. They fell in love with each other as soon as they saw each other, and they became friends for a hundred years and decided to live forever. Stay together.

The result was doomed. Because it violated the rules of heaven, this relationship was eventually ruthlessly strangled.Heaven placed a vicious curse on them, turning them into the flowers and leaves of a flower, but this flower was very strange. There were flowers but no leaves, and leaves but no flowers. In life after life, the flowers and leaves were in the wrong place.

Legend has it that after countless reincarnations, the Buddha came here one day and saw a flower on the ground that was extraordinary and red like fire. The Buddha came to it and looked at it carefully, and he could see the mystery with just one look.The Buddha was neither sad nor angry. He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed three times, stretched out his hand and pulled the flower out of the ground.The Buddha put the flower in his hand and said with emotion: "In the past life, you missed each other and could not see each other. After countless reincarnations, you can't love each other and stay together. The so-called separation and union are just fate and fate. You have a curse from heaven. Let me Even though your fate is gone, you are not separated, and your fate is gone but you are not separated. I can't help you break this vicious spell, so I will take you to the other side and let you bloom everywhere there."

On the way to the other side, the Buddha passed by the Santu River in the underworld and accidentally got his clothes wet by the river water. There was the red flower that the Buddha was wearing. When the Buddha came to the other side, he found that the flaming red flower had turned into pure water. Bai, the Buddha pondered for a moment and laughed loudly: Great joy is not as great as great sadness. Remembering is worse than forgetting. How can we distinguish right from wrong? What a flower, what a flower.

The Buddha planted this flower on the other shore and called it the Mandala flower, and because it was on the other shore, he called it the other shore flower.But the Buddha didn't know that when he was on the Santu River, the water faded so much that the flowers dropped all their red color into the river. He kept wailing all day long, which made people sad. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had great supernatural powers and learned that the Mantuora flower had grown. Then he came to the river, took out a seed and threw it into the river. After a while, a flower that was more red than before grew out of the water. Ksitigarbha took it in his hand and sighed: Get away and go. If you are so free, why should you keep this boundless hatred in the already boundless hell of suffering?I ask you to be a messenger to guide them to reincarnation. Just remember your color. There is a Mandala on the other side, so let’s call you Manzhushahua.

There are many oral stories related to this, and it is very interesting that Qianxunji still remembers one of them.

Legend has it that once upon a time, an extremely ugly ghost fell in love with a beautiful girl. Because he was ugly, the girl did not love him, so he imprisoned the girl out of love. Later, a warrior rescued the girl and fell in love with her.The samurai killed the ghost, and the ghost's blood splashed on the grass. A red and black flower bloomed there, and its name was "Bana Flower".Since then, the Flower of the Other Shore has bloomed in a place called the "River of Forgetfulness" in hell, where the dead forget their love in this life and turn around to be reincarnated in the next life.The same is probably true for love. Just because we love each other differently, a lot will be lost and a lot will be forgotten.Therefore, the other side flower became the messenger of love from darkness, because it witnessed a black death.

Qian Xunji looked at this otherworldly flower with a solemn expression, and murmured in a low voice: The flower from the other side - Manzhu Shahua, a big red flower, a sad flower.Flowers on the other side - blooming on the other side, only the flowers can be seen, but no leaves.It takes 1000 years to bloom and 1000 years to fall. The flowers and leaves will never see each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death.

Qian Xunji didn't understand love, but recalling the legend of this other shore flower, he was also full of yearning for love. He couldn't help but wonder what he would become if he fell in love with someone in the future.

Qian Xunji came back to his senses and shook his head, and couldn't help but think: What are you thinking about? The most important thing for me now is to improve my strength.

In the killing field of hell, the succubus stared at the large red light screen in front of her with wide eyes, a trace of solemnity flashing in her eyes.

She didn't understand what was so powerful. This power was beyond her knowledge and left her confused.

Suddenly there was a 'click', and the dark red bat mark on Manyao's head disappeared completely after shaking for a few times. Manyao's body finally regained consciousness, no longer stiff as before, and Manyao regained control of her body.

She looked at her martial soul and fell into deep thought.She felt that she couldn't do it before and wanted to give up, but recalling what Qian Xunji said to her in her mind, she struggled again, constantly fighting against the restrictions set by the King of Slaughter.

Suddenly, she felt warm and possessed infinite power, so she used this power to successfully break through the restrictions and gain control of her body.

She knew that this was the power of her martial soul helping her. It seemed that her martial soul was indeed mysterious and powerful.

Manyao looked at the succubus and said, "You lost, death is your only destination today."

Manyao's tone was firm and confident, like the judgment of the King of Hell on her. The King of Hell wanted her to die at the third watch, but who dared to keep her until the fifth watch.

The succubus panicked instantly. She felt that Manyao was stronger than before and was completely different from her. This kind of power made her suffocate. "Impossible, I won't lose, how could I lose, I don't believe it." She shouted hysterically, her eyes full of resentment, and she stared at Manyao.

She brazenly launched a self-destruction, and even if she died, she would leave Manyao disabled for life and become a useless person.

"If you are stubborn, let me give you a ride." Manyao said.

After saying that, she held the black sword tightly, and her whole body emitted a strange red light. The next moment, Manyao's figure had disappeared from the place, and she didn't know when she landed in front of the succubus. She looked at the succubus's ferocious face and smiled slightly. Shaking his head, the sword fell, destroying both body and soul, and the succubus disappeared from this world.

Complete the Manyao Hell Killing Fields with 1 victory.

After walking out of the killing field of hell, Manyao took a breath of air and felt that it was good to be alive.

Suddenly, she smiled at Qian Xunji in the stands and shouted: "I succeeded!"

Qian Xunji also smiled back and extended his thumb to encourage Manyao.

The two people's eyes met in mid-air, and Manyao understood what Qian Xunji meant.In the past few months of getting along, the two of them had developed quite a tacit understanding, and they knew that Qian Xunji was encouraging her and saying that she was great.

In the capital of killing, in a dark and spacious room.

The King of Slaughter was lying on a chair, drinking Bloody Mary with an expression of enjoyment.

Suddenly, the King of Slaughter sat up from his chair and felt it carefully. He began to become angry and threw the Bloody Mary in his hand to the corner of the room, making a crisp sound.

"Trash, this trash Succubus actually allowed Manyao to succeed in the challenge. Even the restrictions I placed on Manyao were violently erased. Damn it!" the King of Slaughter shouted angrily.

The maids around were trembling with fear and lying on their knees.

After a long time, the King of Slaughter regained his composure again, looked in the direction of the Hell Killing Fields, and fell into deep thought.

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