Demon princess is too hard to chase

People all over the world know that the most precious pearl in South Vietnam is stored in the temple of the priest! There is no need to explore its hiding place!

However, without waiting for the man to finish, he was interrupted by a roar, "bastard! Forget the first rule? "

Everyone was startled, and the man who was speaking fell to his knees with a "plop" sound, "big Dharma protector, calm down! I'm sorry! Please protect the law and punish

The Dharma protector's face is gloomy, his eyes are changing, and his lingering breath is a little violent and shocking.

All of them could not help but hold their breath and looked at the right hand of the Dharma protector. It was an iron arm made of pure gold. It was dazzling.

They don't know why the Dharma protector's hand is broken, but when it comes to South Vietnam, the Dharma protector will become particularly frightening! The whole body is filled with a gloomy atmosphere, like a sky without stars!

There is also the first rule, without the permission of heaven, all people will never enter South Vietnam!

For so many years, they have been abiding by it silently, but they are puzzled that the hopeless sea and South Vietnam are only separated by a small town. Why can't they go? What's more, the great Dharma protector wants to collect four treasures. One of them is in South Vietnam, but they just ignore Jizhu for the sake of this religious rule. They really can't figure it out!

I don't know. That's because I'm afraid they will invade South Vietnam? Or, from the deep hatred? From the body of the Dharma protector, they really felt the hatred engraved into the bone marrow.

What are the origins and disputes between the great Dharma protector and Tianzun and Nanyue?

This is the deepest perplexity lingering in everyone's heart, but it's like a taboo. They never dare to ask.

Silence spread silently, like an invisible hand tightly clasping the hearts of the people. After a long time, the Dharma protector sighed, "you all step down!"

"Yes

He stood up slowly and looked at the high plaque in the middle of the hall. There were three big words: Li hen Tian!

Every stroke seems to be engraved with all the strength, and the fierce color seems to be the gathering of countless blood and the condensation of evil spirits. Every stroke is engraved with endless hatred and killing intention!

"Twenty years... You have to pay back what you owe!"

The murmur, which seemed like a sigh, coagulated Wanjun's killing intention and slowly opened in the quiet hall. It floated away with the wind, echoed in the silence, and floated to the distant time and space.

Sanghai City, the temple of priests.

Fu Yi suddenly woke up from her dream. Her thin shirt was soaked in cold sweat. She slowly raised her hand to cover her chest and felt the frenzied heartbeat under her fingers.

The maid outside heard her exclamation, quickly lifted the curtain and came in, "high priest, what's the matter with you?"

When she came to the bedside and looked at the woman with pale face and thin sweat, the maid could not help sighing and took the handkerchief to wipe her cold sweat. "High priest, have you had a nightmare again?"

Fu Yi stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. "Nothing's wrong, you can step back!"

The maid opened her mouth and seemed to want to say something, but at last she lowered her eyes, answered meekly and stepped back slowly.

Brush clothes no longer sleepy, put on clothes to the rooftop, quietly looking up at the life wheel in the air, eyes gradually become erratic, as if, thoughts have been taken by the wheel, flying to the distant past.

Suddenly, the wheel makes a strange noise and rotates violently. The blue gem inlaid in the center gives out a dazzling red light. A line of words, an ancient and obscure Sanskrit, slowly appears in the water moon mirror above the wheel. It looks like a charm.