Don't say my script is fake.

Fazang heard it.

Hear it clearly.

The wailing that keeps ringing in my ears.

Fazang saw it.

See clearly.

The innocent souls who were killed by innocent people.

This place is surrounded by thousands of countless undead souls.

They were imprisoned, they were tortured, and they had no rest until they died.

This is not the world, but hell.

Why hadn't he seen it when he set foot in Nanzhou? Why haven't you heard of it?

Look, there is blood surrounding the sky.

How could I not see him before?

He thought that he had no idea how to ignite his anger along the way, but when he witnessed this scene and a vicious person appeared in front of him.

The fire in my heart ignited instantly.

That fire will burn up all nine heavens and ten earths!

Kaohsiung Zheng felt the anger and killing intent coming from Fazang, which was enough to swallow up all things and burn up the void.

Will die, will die!

He will definitely die!

That's not the Sixth Realm, absolutely not! ! !

Run away, run away!

But can you escape?

When King Kong appears and waves of energy rise to the sky, everything seems meaningless.

resistance? Fight?

No, even the desire to fight has never arisen

He could only watch as a big palm falling from the sky like a covering of the sky!

With the fall of a palm, Kaohsiung is buried in a place of mourning forever.

Together with the house slave who had previously tried to capture Fazang.

"Amitabha."

Buddhism has a compassionate heart and a vajra-like eyes!

Gao Yao couldn't believe that he had stopped wailing and was trembling all over.

Father is dead?

The father who protected him from wind and rain and sheltered him all his life is dead! ?

"It's not true. It's not true. Get up!"

"Get up quickly! Kill this bald donkey for me! Get up quickly! Get up quickly!!!"

He struggled to reach the ruins and kept digging the grave. His fingers drew blood but felt no pain, and he was willing to look for those little bits of flesh and blood.

How could the Yin and Yang of the Six Realms fall so easily!

You won't fall! You can't fall!

stand up!

You trash!

But suddenly, Gao Yao stopped moving, his body became cold, and a whisper as indifferent as the god of death echoed in his ears.

"Donor, there is another place. Please come with the young monk."

His body got up uncontrollably, and he actually followed Fa Zang.

"No, stop! Stop it, I don't want to go, I don't want to go, I don't want to go!!!"

Within a few steps, Fazang found the basement from nowhere. He opened the door of the basement, stepped inside, and came to the woman who was nailed and trapped there.

"The female donor, the young monk, is late."

His voice was choked with sobs and he was full of guilt, but he had a thousand words to say, so what could he say now?

He had no choice but to lower his head and put the woman down gently.

The Buddha's light healed the woman's injuries, and then she stood up and left.

"Female donor, your enemy, the little monk, brought it to you"

The insensitive woman suddenly raised her head and saw Gao Yao. She saw it. Suddenly, she smiled.

Like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, desperate and crazy.

Gao Yao seemed to understand something. He kept retreating, trying to escape, etc. Can he move?

Can he move?

escape! Get out of here! ! !

But with a dull sound, the stone door of the secret room was closed, and the exit disappeared.

"No! Open the door quickly! Open the door for me! Bald donkey!! Open the door!!!"

"Master, please, master, open the door quickly, I know it's wrong. I know it's wrong!"

He flapped desperately, but no one responded outside the door.

Until a certain moment, he sensed the ghost-like sight behind him!

The woman is approaching him step by step!

"No, don't come here, don't come near me!"

"Don't come over here!!!!"

The panic quickly turned into pain. Gao Yao kept shouting and begging for mercy, but was unable to stop it until he finally died.

Fa Zang turned his back to the stone gate, lowered his head and recited the Purana Sutra.

In the basement, Gao Yao had long since lost his voice. His body was bloody and bloody, as if he had been eaten by wild beasts.

The woman committed suicide. Before she died, she looked relieved.

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Wow, this is so cruel

The Nangong Mansion was busy preparing for war and saving the people of Nanzhou. Bai Mu felt a little bored when he saw it, so he turned his attention to Fazang, and then he saw Fazang coming towards him step by step.

Along the way, there are people who bring harm to the common people and are stained with blood. Fazang counts every one of them and will never hold back.

A palm fell, and his soul flew away.

His setting for Fazang is that he has an innocent heart and a noble character, but he does not give him strong morals.

Just let him 'remember' the teachings of Master Tao Yu, and care about the world and the common people.

But just like this, Fazang suddenly became a monk full of justice.

He killed the killer in pain and broke the prohibition of killing, but the Buddha's light in his body became brighter and brighter.

Okay, okay, the more you kill, the deeper the Dharma becomes.

But, what's going on with you?

Why hasn't anyone come to invite Master Fazang yet? You shouldn't really want to challenge Emperor Si Tian with your own abilities, right?

Damn it, man.

——————

Walk out of Black Wind City.

Fazang continued towards the Blood Fiend Tower.

Along the way, this was not the first time that he had witnessed more, more heartbreaking and angry things.

There are those who kill people in the street; there are those who kill for fun; there are those who poison others.

He sent everyone down.

Go and apologize to the people they have hurt.

Just like the servant who tried to capture him and tortured him.

He didn't know if this was the last evil thing in Nanzhou, but he hoped it was.

The news of the destruction of the Gao family in Black Wind City had not been spread, and even if it was spread, it would not be a big deal.

This was not a big deal.

Now that Nanzhou was in chaos, what did the fall of a mere place matter?

Except for the four sects of the Demonic Path, the other sects had already abandoned the mountaintops, abandoned their roots, and gathered near March Mountain.

The war was coming.

The three states raised troops to the south, and the royal disciples, sect forces, and the three religions and nine streams. Countless young talents used their own methods to protect the people.

Although Fazang was a disciple of Jinshan Temple, the chaos in Nanzhou made the Demonic Path unable to find him.

Along the way, no one would take him into consideration unless he was blocked somewhere.

This was indeed strange, but Fazang did not think deeply about it.

He didn't care whether he was hunted or not, nor did he care about the Demonic Path.

At this moment, he only followed his heart.

Enter the mountain and ask for punishment!

Starting from Black Wind City, he went to the Blood Evil Tower, but the Blood Evil Tower was empty and nothing was left.

So he went to March Mountain.

If you want to go to March Mountain, Lingyue City is a must-go place.

He never thought that he would return to Lingyue City just a few days after he set out.

But unlike before, Lingyue City was already empty at this moment.

There were no more people on the streets, and the shops were closed. Blood, fire, and wailing echoed around.

When I first came here, it was clear that the night scene here was prosperous, the moon was bright, and people on the street were coming and going, smiling like flowers. It was a prosperous and prosperous world, but in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

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