Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

The crisp breaking sound is even more representative.

The magic weapon he relies on.

It has been completely destroyed at this moment.

"Disperse!"

A low shout came from the ruins of the tavern filled with smoke.

The people of Tangjia Town around were terrified by Tang Yuanhe's gaffe.

At this moment, it is like a frightened bird!

"Damn! Why don't they die?!"

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

Someone was frightened and furious, and used the magic weapon in his hand again.

Trying to kill the person in the dust all at once.

"Could it be that... he is destined to be the nemesis of our Tangjia Town?"

"why why?"

"We have worked hard to develop this unique method of refining weapons, and we have the strength to fight against evil spirits and ghosts!"

"Why do you treat us like this! I'm not reconciled!!"

Someone let out a desperate and unwilling roar.

After watching the smoke and dust dissipate, the monk who is as rich as jade.

Their state of mind completely collapsed.

A bright future that was finally built.

In this instant, it shattered like a dream bubble.

The most unbearable thing for them is.

Even the strongest weapon in the hands of the patriarch Tang Yuanhe has turned into broken copper and iron at this moment.

Being randomly thrown under the feet of the other party is no different from garbage.

Shame, anger, resentment...

All kinds of emotions are intertwined deep in their hearts.

The only thing that doesn't exist...is regret and reflection.

"This is what you rely on. In the hands of the Buddha, what is the difference between it and garbage?"

"Still fragile and pitiful, completely vulnerable."

"And for this reason, you killed your fellow clansmen and made an astonishing killing."

"I'm even a little proud of it, and want to use this as a condition to let the Yinye Group open the door for you?"

Tang Sanzan's indifferent voice echoed in all directions.

The clansmen in Tangjia Town finally showed a bit of shame on their faces.

But Tang Yuanhe sneered twice under the situation where the overall situation was settled: "Terror revives, the weak prey on the strong, what's wrong with that?"

"When our Tangjia Town was weak, we were disturbed by evil spirits, and countless people died."

"With great difficulty, a unique method of refining weapons has been created, which allows ordinary people to control the power of extraordinary people."

"For the survival of more human beings, what's the point of sacrificing some people?!"

"We are also doing this for the entire human race!"

Perseverance is loud and righteous.

If you ignore the current situation.

It would make people mistakenly think that there is a certain hero in front of him who has done some great cause.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Tang Sanzan stood the purple-gold Zen stick on the ground and applauded with "approval" all over his face.

"Well said! As far as you don't want to be naughty, Buddha approves of you!"

"Sacrifice others to fulfill yourself."

"Evil cultivators, you should think so too, right?"

"Anyway, sacrificing human beings who are weaker than yourself to perfect yourself, make yourself stronger, and live a better life, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

"Selfish is selfish, why bother to find such a sanctimonious excuse for yourself."

"Created a horrific killing, have you ever saved a human being?"

"Why don't you kill your own clansmen to help those ordinary people outside?"

"..."

Tang San's burial made Tang Yuanhe completely speechless.

He has always given himself a good-looking "hat".

It was completely uncovered at this moment.

Tang Yuanhe's face could no longer hang on.

Resentment and hatred are like a volcano erupting, wishing to cut the person in front of him to pieces.

Only by eating his flesh and sleeping on his skin can he relieve his hatred!

It's just a pity... all along.

The existence of Tangjia Town is like a jumping clown.

It does not constitute a threat to Tang Sanbu at all.

The only thing that can arouse Tang Sanzan's interest is just a strange book in Tangjia Town.

That special ancient book that allowed Tang Jiazhen to create a unique instrument.

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Chapter 208: Xing Shi and Asking for Guilty?

"Qi Dao"

A book of inheritance with an unremarkable name.

This is the title Tang Sanzan spied from the hearts of these people.

It is relying on this inheritance.

Tangjia Town will have the opportunity to use the method above.

After certain modifications, the current evil "Qi Dao" was derived.

A magic weapon with growth potential, full of spirituality, and a high upper limit.

This is undoubtedly a cherished treasure for anyone.

And relying on Tangjiazhen's Qi Dao.

It is possible to mass produce such a thing!

The Black Demon Umbrella in Tang Yuanhe's hand is their proud work.

Unfortunately.

Stepping on the wrong path made the unique secret technique above the Qi Dao become the current method of cultivating evil.

Or... from the very beginning, they themselves wanted to take a shortcut.

"It's time to end, but...before then."

Tang Sanzan whispered, his eyes fell on Tang Yuanhe.

Step out of the figure.

His figure appeared in front of Tang Yuanhe in the blink of an eye!

After losing the protection of the Black Demon Umbrella, this guy is only slightly better than ordinary people.

Bang!

With one kick, he kicked it directly to the ground.

For such things, Tang Sanzan naturally would not have any burden of respecting the old and caring for the young.

Evil is evil, there is no distinction between male and female.

Stamping Tang Yuanhe under his feet, Tang Sanzan took out a yellowed classic from his arms.

On the cover of the ancient book, the word "Qi Dao" is written in mysterious seal script.

"No! Give it back to me! Give it back to me!!"

"How would you know! How would you know the existence of this book!"

"You, you... who the hell are you?"

Tang Yuanhe looked miserable and was trampled on the ground by Tang Sanzan.

Even so, he didn't even snort at all.

But when the ancient book "Qi Dao" in his arms was taken away.

He couldn't hold back the horror in his heart anymore, and let out a voice of despair.

"Amitabha, your grandma has such a leg, Lord Buddha, I am half a monk!"

Tang Sanzan grinned, and made a little joke with Tang Yuanhe.

only.

puff……

A mouthful of old blood gushed out from Tang Yuanhe's mouth.

The chest rose and fell violently.

He was already old, and his body's Qi mechanism began to become unstable.

It seems that he will burp his fart at any time.

From the looks of it, it was obvious that he was very angry at being buried by Tang San.

Deceiving too much!

It's too deceiving!

The incomparable anger in Tang Yuanhe's heart was useless.

This is the situation now.

He is like the fish on the cutting board, he can only be cut by others.

current scene.

just like...

He used to treat those ordinary people who were captured and brutally deprived of their three souls and seven souls.

The faces of those people who were desperate and struggling.

At this moment, it seemed to completely float in front of Tang Yuanhe.

His face was gradually distorted, and his eyes became dull.

"This is backlashed by resentment...even worse than evil cultivators."

Tang Sanzan shook his head bored, with contempt in his eyes.