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As a golden ritual instrument, the black cloud flag, although smeared by the blood of the river, can not exert its true power in the battle, but its ability to fly and move the space, Lin Feng is still very easy to use.

As a space type implementer, Black Cloud Flag, in addition to being able to shuttle through short distances, opens up an independent space.

Two black lights flashed in the space, one of which was wrapped in four brothers Xiao Yu, and Lin Feng went to see them. Xiao Yu’s injury was still stable.

Another group of black light is wrapped in the **** of war, and at this time it has become calm, the red light in the eyes is completely extinguished, and the momentum of the monks disappears, just like the same statue.

The arms of the God of War are still hugged with Huikong. Although the God of War has lost vitality, the power of the emptiness that he was holding was also blocked and could not be moved.

Hui Kong met Lin Feng, his lips moved, he wanted to say something, but he ended up shutting up.

Lin Feng’s seemingly unintentional look is actually watching the emptiness in the dark.

"You are also coming to this disciple?" Lin Feng asked faintly: "Listen to the audience, you have recognized the sorrowful Zen, and are looking for wisdom?"

Huikong looked up and whispered a buddha: "Amitabha, the poor is indeed coming from the rebellious teacher. To be exact, the impoverished is to recover the Buddha's relics of the elders who were desecrated in the hands of Hui. ""

"When he succumbs to his big rebellion, he dares to make the relics of the elders of the elders into a ritual. Inferiority must not sit idly by."

Although falling into the hands of Lin Feng, Huikong still looks calm, not afraid, but has faith in his heart and will be firm enough.

Lin Feng asked: "What is your law number?"

Huikong replied: "The poor law is wise."

Lin Feng looked at him and suddenly asked: "If this seat tells you the whereabouts of wisdom, what will you do after you find him?"

The eyes of Huikong’s eyelids jerked, and the eyes of the eyes skyrocketed: “Don’t ruin his cultivation, and he will live forever in the Buddha’s life and redeem his sins.”

Lin Feng looked at his eyes and knew that the monk was true.

"Little monk, it is a pity that you can't do it." Lin Feng said calmly.

Huikong looks the same: "The predecessor's meaning is that you want to kill the poor, so the poor can't find the hard-working brother to recover the relic?"

"It is still said that the hard-working brothers have already died in the hands of their predecessors, so the impoverished can't take him to sin in front of the Buddha?"

Lin Feng glanced at him: "Be smart."

Huikong replied: "Please also ask the seniors to give pointers."

Lin Fengpao’s sleeve waved: “Huawei is indeed dead, but it’s not dead in this seat, but it’s the same as Zhu Hongwu’s monks.”

Huikong’s eyes were slightly condensed, and his expression became solemn: “Xuanji Hou, Zhu Hongwu?”

In the past, the Great Zhou Dynasty joined forces with many forces to destroy the Buddha. Xuanji Hou was the commanding figure. Huikong was also a disciple of the Great Leiyin Temple. Although it was not as radical as the bitterness of wisdom, it also hated Xuanji Hou.

Lin Feng slightly sneered: "People don't commit me, I don't commit crimes. Zhu Hongwu's second management, the Yu family's offerings are all made into scum by the seat, and the family members dare to step on their own apprentices. This seat requires him a leg. ""

"Why do you leave this for you not to kill, just oysters?"

Huikong bowed his head and said: "Poverty does not really offend the apprentice, just want to find out the whereabouts of the relic."

Lin Feng said: "Of course, because the God of War is not motivated." But he wouldn’t say so to Huikong. He listened to Huikong’s answer. Lin Feng slightly decapitated: "This is only one, another reason. It’s because of your younger brother, it’s hard.”

Huikong looked at Lin Feng with some surprises. Lin Feng said calmly: "Before the bitterness, the seat is in front of him."

"This thundering Zen is that he gave it to his seat before his death." Lin Feng said: "But the twenty-four relics were destroyed in the blood of the Netherland under the Black Cloud Palace."

Huikong’s face changed dramatically: “The blood of the Nether! The predecessor’s statement is true?”

Lin Feng said faintly: "I have only spoken once in this seat."

Hui is hollow and chaotic. If the relics are really transferred to the blood of the Nether, they will be completely polluted by blood and lose all Buddhahood.

He fixed his mind and whispered: "It is rude and rude. Please ask the seniors to tell the details."

Lin Feng suddenly turned his breath and asked: "Because of the relics, you are very dissatisfied with your brother and brother?"

Huikong glimpsed a little, but he still replied very calmly: "The poor is indeed a slap in the face, but this is the case, and I dare not confess."

Lin Feng nodded and went on to say, "Is there a word that knows the most words before the end of the dying?" He stared at the eyes of Huikong and said slowly: "He said that he knows that he is deceiving his ancestors. It must be to go to hell, but only hate to see the day when the big weeks are destroyed, and the **** seas of the divisions are reported."

Huikong was silent for a moment.

In essence, wisdom is the same as him.

The sorrowful sorrow of the sorrowful sorrows of the sorrows of the sorcerer’s sorrows, and the reluctance of the sorcerer’s elders’ relics as a ritual.

He himself knows that this is the act of deceiving the ancestors, but it is impossible to restrain the anger and hatred in the heart.

This is also the heart of wisdom, not to be concealed, and no need to defend.

Lin Feng said with some sighs: "While your brother-in-law is extremely radical, but there are hatreds, but it is not a private enemy. It is the enemy of the blood of the division. Go straight and have revenge, and this place appreciates people like him. ""

"Well, you know that you have been following him. He doesn't ask you to forgive. If you only want to be able to report a big hatred, then you will dispose of it. The relic will be re-enrolled." Lin Feng said faintly: "The sorrow and sorrow, the epiphany, The anger and hatred are exhausted. The biggest regret is that the big vengeance has not been reported to death, but the relics have lost their blood in the gloom and cannot be returned to you."

The face of Huikong gradually became white, and the painful color appeared in the eyes.

Lin Feng has been paying attention to his changes. When he saw this scene, his heart was even more bottomed. He continued to fight hot iron: "He has been eager to get your forgiveness. The thundering Zen, he gave this seat, that is, hope. The seat was handed over to you and he was sent to him, saying that he was destined to enter the Hell of Infinity, but everything was done by the Great Leiyin Temple, but there was a bit of selfishness and it was destroyed!"

"Before this seat, I will pass the thundering bud to my disciples, but I will temporarily give him a self-defense." Lin Feng said in an understatement: "Since I met you today, I will give you the sex."

After all, Lin Feng handed the thundering zen to Huikong, but Huikong did not pick it up. His face was pale, but he muttered to himself: "Teacher, you have gone the wrong way, you are really wrong... you, confused, 唉!"

At this point, Lin Feng has thoroughly understood that this Huikong is so hard. When he studied art at the Daleiyin Temple in the past, the relationship must be extremely close. It is likely that the same master taught and lived with the same brother. .

After the Daleiyin Temple was shattered, the two men escaped together, and the temperament and temperament of the sorrowful sorrows of the elders reliced ​​to enhance their strength, and the singularity of the singularity of the singularity of the singer broke with him.

It is precisely because of the deep feelings of the past that Huikong has become more and more capable of making such a long-lost will, and will be so obsessed with trying to catch the hardships and recover the relics.

To understand the relationship, Lin Feng decisively made up the last blow: "So, the reason why you can escape from this seat today, half of the credit must be recorded in the younger brother you have been chasing, what to do in the future, you can do it yourself. ”

Huikong sighed in the sky, tears in the rain, silent.

Lin Feng looked calm and watched him not speak.

After a long time, Huikong’s mood finally calmed down. He took a deep breath and looked at Lin Feng’s words: “Thanks to the seniors for telling many things about poverty, and unraveling the knot of poverty for more than ten years.”

"This thundering Zen is given to the predecessors by the hard-working brothers. Since the predecessors have already passed on to the high-ranking disciples, the poor will naturally not ask for it. I believe that it is the hard-working younger brother and will agree to the decision of poverty."

Lin Feng quietly asked: "This seat puts you, how are you waiting?"

Huikong said: "The poor want to go to the big Zhoutian capital city, go to the palace and go to the palace to worship the hard-working brothers, and then try to go deep into the palace, see if you can find a few relics fortunately, hope that although hey, but the barren will still Go all out."

Lin Feng saw that the monk was a spit, a master who spoke and counted, so he loosened the **** of the **** of war and released Huikong.

Huikong's hands and eleven ceremonies: "Before sinned and respected the masters and apprentices, the predecessors were very generous, and the poor and grateful were inexhaustible. He had goodbye on the day, and there was something poor to do. The predecessors told him."

Lin Feng nodded indifferently, and Huikong whispered a buddha, and launched Dapeng to ride the wind, and it was far away.

Looking at the figure of Huikong, Lin Feng took a deep breath.

Because of Zhu Yi’s relationship, he will inevitably have to go to the mysterious Houfu and the Da Zhou Dynasty, and give them a few more nails. It will only be good and there will be no harm.

The enemies of the enemy are friends, can be used, why not?

"And... Hey!" Lin Feng smiled and found a storage bag from his arms. This is the storage bag of Huikong: "The storage bag of the Jindan period monk, there should be something."