Adventure of the World

Like a country.

"Sovereign, this Qiankun cloth bag will be kept by you for the time being. Please remove the property and people in this city as soon as possible. I have a bad feeling that this place will soon become a place of right and wrong."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged monk with a red face.

This middle-aged monk is naturally Jingren.

His current level of martial arts is already comparable to the four heavenly kings of Dakong Temple back then. He is very sensitive to the coming of crisis and knows the subtleties.Can't go wrong.

Opposite him was a black and thin Taoist priest.Ugly.

He stared at the strange-looking pocket in the hands of Monk Jingren, which looked a bit like human skin.

The black and thin Taoist priest is naturally Yu Wutong, the suzerain of Wugui Dao.

When the Dakong Temple was destroyed, Monk Jingren fled overseas with a group of disciples. If he hadn't been there to support him, he might not know what it was like now.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, if this treasure is handed over to the sect, there will be no mistakes. Master Jing Ninja, you can rest assured."

"Ok!"

Monk Jingren knew that the person on the opposite side also had bad intentions.But he has no other way, after all, people who practice martial arts have much worse escape ability than those who practice Taoism.

Moreover, if the Qiankun Budai really cannot be kept, he would rather give it to Wu Guidao who is an enemy of Dagan than fall into the hands of Dagan officials who broke through Dakong Temple.

Monk Jingren was unwilling to hand over the Qiankun bag, but at this moment, a strong but unstoppable force came from his hand, and the Qiankun bag disappeared!

The next moment, the Qiankun cloth bag was like a shooting star, and quickly fell into the hands of an extremely handsome young man not far away.

I saw a few strange handprints in the young man's hands, and then the palm-sized purple cloth bag around his waist suddenly emitted a white glow, covering the Qiankun cloth bag.

Then, an incredible scene happened.

The Qiankun cloth bag shrinks rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it is only the size of the purple cloth bag, and is sucked in directly.

Qiankun Budai, just like that—disappeared!

The young man had been staring at the purple cloth bag at his waist for a long while, then suddenly muttered to himself: "¨" Hehe, as I expected, it is packed in the Tunshan Treasure Bag, and the Qiankun cloth bag will not reveal a trace of pure Yang power. Come! "

The young man is naturally Zhuo Yun. With the power of his mind, he saw that the monk Jingren was going to hand over the Qiankun cloth bag to Yu Wutong. The camera was in hand.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"Fellow Daoist, what magic weapon is that purple cloth bag on your waist?"

Monk Jingren and Yu Wutong surrounded him at the same time, and they shouted and asked at the same time.But the concerns are quite different.

Only then did Zhuo Yun slowly raise his head (well done), the first thing he looked at was Monk Jingren, and suddenly he said surprisingly: "How is it? Jingren, are you interested in following me to rebuild the Dakong Temple?"

"what!"

Jingren was taken away by Zhuo Yun's words, and was dumbfounded, speechless.

"Your Excellency's tone is too loud! The Dakong Temple has been destroyed for many years, not to mention the real murderer Mengshenxin and Dagan Kingdom are now in full swing, why do you think you can rebuild the Dakong Temple? Could it be that you find a deep mountain and old forest, If you build a temple casually, does that count as rebuilding the Dakong Temple?"

Yu Wutong, as a ghost fairy and the suzerain of the Wugui Sect, saw Zhuo Yun completely ignoring him, and felt angry, so he naturally joked in his words.

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Chapter 0246

"Noisy! Did I ask you to speak?"

Zhuo Yun frowned slightly, and waved his hands casually like chasing away flies or mosquitoes.

Yu Wutong just showed an angry look on his face, and the next moment, his head exploded like a watermelon being hammered, and he couldn't die anymore.With superb Taoism, there is not even room for display.

This blow was naturally Zhuo Yun's supernatural attack—the head burst~.

He guessed that Wu Guidao's main method of attack is raising corpses, so he definitely doesn't know how to practice martial arts.Moreover, they will often feed these foreign demons with their own essence and blood.The mastery of the body must be very poor.I'm afraid I can't quell the blood riot in my body-.

So I tried it at will, and it worked!

"metropolitan!"

Not far away, the eyes of the three witch and ghost elders were about to burst, but everyone dared to act rashly. After all, Zhuo Yun's methods were really weird and unpredictable, which made people daunting.

Even a master of martial arts at the level of Monk Jingren couldn't help his eyelids twitching.

"Brat, you actually destroyed my body, I..."

When Yu Wutong saw his body was destroyed, he was furious. With a thought, a command flag covered with talismans floated from the mouth of the corpse wrapped in a cloud of dark wind.

Before he could make any extra movements, he felt an incomparably huge suction force coming from the young man's hand.

"Soul Vortex!"

The Yin Feng transformed into Yu Wutong showed an anthropomorphic expression of fear, and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist, stop, I am willing to surrender to you and recognize you as master!"

A disdainful smile overflowed from the corner of Zhuo Yun's mouth: "I'm sorry, I'm not used to taking an enemy who holds a grudge against me as a subordinate. Because there may be a danger of backlash at any time."

"Crush!"

"Do not--"

After being drawn into the vortex, Yin Feng was gently twisted by Zhuo Yun and crushed into fine powder.

So far, there is no such person as Yu Wutong in the world, only countless tiny clusters of pure energy, and after a while, they will all be annihilated.

No one manipulated the command flag, and it fell naturally.It was sucked into Zhuo Yun's hand.

"Who is your Excellency? Why should I believe that you can rebuild the Dakong Temple?" Monk Jingren asked with wary eyes.

"Why? Just rely on this!"

With a thought, Zhuo Yun formed a Destroyer Ming King, opened his brows and raised his eyes, forming a waterfall of flames, sweeping towards the three elders of the Wugui Sect who were retreating step by step, trying to escape from this place.

"This... this is the supreme secret tome of the Dakong Temple, the King of Destruction Ming in the past! The past is actually born!"

One of the elders shouted excitedly in fear.

"However, even in the past, we are not without a fight. Uh..."

They were about to manipulate their bodies, command the corpse emperor, and come to help out, but they found that their whole bodies seemed to be bound by spider webs, and they couldn't move at all.

With such a moment of stupefaction, the bodies and souls of two of the elders were wrapped and burned into nothingness. The last elder was extremely decisive, and immediately abandoned his body when he saw something wrong.

But before he escaped, the Jingren monk who had been silently beside him suddenly roared loudly. The four heavenly kings of Dakong Temple joined forces and roared to death a master who had survived a catastrophe.Although there was only one monk Jingren, his power should not be underestimated. He roared the elder's thoughts into nothingness.

"Amitabha, I pay my respects to the abbot!"

After the monk Jingren yelled at the elder to death, he immediately knelt down to Zhuo Yun excitedly.

At the same time, he thought in his heart: "In the past, the Amitabha Sutra was the highest secret book of our Dakong Temple. In all dynasties, this book can only be read by the abbot, and only the abbot can practice it. Give the scriptures to Uncle Yinyue and ask him to store them properly, so that they will be destined, the past scriptures will reappear, and the prophecy of the reconstruction of the Dakong Temple should be on the young man in front of him?"

"Master, Master!"

"Master!"

Hearing Jing Ren's roar, Jing Ren's apprentices and grandchildren all put down what they were doing and hurried over.

When they arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, they were shocked to see Jing Ren actually kneeling on the ground.

"Come here, all of you, and meet the abbot!"

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There are 22 people who came here, including middle-aged, young and young, and their martial arts cultivation levels are also uneven.Among them, the one with the highest cultivation level has reached the peak of the innate martial artist.Most of the others are martial arts masters.

Jing Ren's disciples and grandchildren are very prestigious, after listening to his order, none of them objected, they immediately came to Zhuo Yun and knelt down, shouting abbot.

Zhuo Yun nodded slightly.

Since Jingren is willing to belong to him, that would be great.

After all, he didn't want Hong Yi to know about the fact that he got the Qiankun cloth bag.Because there are still many times to borrow his luck later.

Furthermore, warriors who are approaching the peak of martial arts are still relatively rare.It can be used.

. . .

"You all get up! The situation is urgent now, you all go with me to Dagan and hide in the country."

"What! But, Abbot" Jingren stood up and said, "The matter of Qiankun Budai is likely to be spread. The seaside is full of people from various forces. If we are not careful, we will be discovered!"

"You don't have to worry about this! I have my own way. Come to me!"

After a moment.

In the grove outside Green Willow Manor.

Monk Jingren and his disciples were astonished to hear from Zhuo Yun that they had returned to the land of Dagan.

"You wait here first, and I will find someone to arrange for you."

Zhuo Yun ordered, and then appeared in the counting room of Luliuzhuang with a swish.

At this moment, Dongfang Yan was fiddling with the abacus.

"Well, this month's income has increased by [-]% compared to last month!"

After finishing speaking, Dongfang Yan sighed again: "Zhuo Lang, Zhuo Lang, I am here to work hard for you, have you ever seen when will you come back to see me!"

Thinking of Zhuo Yun's appearance in her mind, she thought obsessively.

Suddenly, her eyes were covered.

"Who?" she raged.

"Didn't you still talk about me just now?" Zhuo Yun turned to Dongfang Yan with a smirk on his face.

"Sauro!"

……Several.

Chapter 0247 Attack on the Yunmeng Fleet

The two reunited after a long absence, so they naturally wanted to love each other.

After the clouds subsided and the rain rested, Zhuo Yun brought Dongfang Yan to the grove where Monk Jingren's disciple was hiding.