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One martial arts master after another was slaughtered.

Many monks were even killed.

But for ordinary people, instead of feeling that the main priest is cruel, they will feel very cool.

On weekdays, these martial arts masters think very highly of themselves.

No one looks down on them.

Kill ordinary people at every turn.

It's just that there is no way, so I swallow my anger.

Now see these martial arts masters die.

They can't wait to jump up and applaud!

Murong Fu chanted loudly, and the rest of the believers also chanted, and the sky above the entire Dali Kingdom was shrouded in a divine glow.

It's just that people haven't noticed it for the time being.

They closed their eyes.

Meditate on the Dharmakaya of the gods.

Pray for God to come.

Although the territory of Dali is not large, and the national strength is not strong, they have dragon energy.

But everything is blessed by dragon energy.

It's just that at present, the dragon qi in the world is scattered, and it is even inferior to the northern Liao.

The dragon's energy that is silent in the leylines.

Awakened by the inexplicable breath, it opened its eyes and looked at the sky suspiciously.

It's a wonderful smell.

Make it salivate.

As a dragon vein with a low degree of wisdom, driven by instinct, it constantly swallows the power of faith condensed in the air.

The divine body gradually became stronger.

Consciousness also became condensed.

Murong Fu looked at the unpredictable sky and couldn't help but feel excited.

It's done.

Sure enough, after the blood sacrifice, it is the most effective method, and the national sacrifice can have a greater effect.

He had seen the sacrifices of all people.

Among them, Chu Whirlwind is the most powerful, and the rest is only followed by Tanjiro.

When everyone was developing believers, Murong Fu was studying this question, was it because of the power of believers that the gifts sent down by the gods were increased?

Now the answer has been confirmed.

The sky was full of colour, and he could feel that his soul had been lifted without opening his eyes.

There is no need to rise into the sky.

He can feel the thoughts and emotions of Dali and all believers.

Excited, religious, afraid, afraid...

All emotions, all in sight.

What a power it is.

No wonder Li Shimin can break the mountain with one sword!

With such divine power, the world is under control.

But we must not relax, we must not have the slightest pride!

Murong Fu cleaned up his excitement and continued: "At this moment, the third step of the national sacrifice is carried out!

"They will represent the country of Dali and serve the gods..."

Several women wore white dresses and white veils on their faces, under the guidance of the female priests.

He came to the altar and knelt down.

Among them, Wang Yuyan knelt at the front, followed by Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing, and the three girls chanted meditation methods at the same time.

They have longing and anticipation in their hearts.

Not far away.

The two men in black silently observed Murong Fu in the distance, their expressions full of surprise.

One of them is Qiao Feng's father, and the other is Murong Fu's father.

Both of them came to watch after receiving the news of the change of the general council.

But I didn't expect to see a change in the sky.

Murong Bo pursed his lips, he didn't expect his son to be so capable of connecting with God.

Do you want to go out and confess to this kid?

He hesitated.

After all, the two hadn't seen each other for a long time.

He hid in Tibet, although his martial arts were good, but compared to the current Murong Fu, it was still too bad.

Besides, he was very afraid that his son's "filial piety" would be too big and he would click on himself.

That's the end of it.

Forget it, just wait.

On the other side, Qiao Feng's father was even more murderous.

Why is it that other people's sons are doing so well, but their own sons can't, it's really hateful!

But I remembered what happened to me a few days ago when I stole into the palace.

I couldn't help but sigh deeply.

This is not a Shaolin Temple, but it is more terrifying than the Shaolin Temple.

A guard is stronger than the first one.

I don't know how to train it.

He touched his broken hind leg and sighed deeply in his heart.

"Little ghost, are you dancing the gods?"

The abrupt voice interrupted Murong Fu's sacrifice.

He opened his eyes and looked.

I saw a gray-haired girl standing not far away, smiling at herself, her eyes full of curiosity and ferocity.

Such a weird person.

He couldn't help frowning.

"Who are you, and why are you interrupting my sacrifice?"

"I?hehe... I am the strongest martial artist today, the Heavenly Mountain Tong of the Vulture Palace!!"

The girl said triumphantly.

His eyes continued to scan the Blood Altar, and his expression gradually became stiff.

Because she found that she was locked by thousands of powerful breaths.

What's going on?

Could it be that this man is really some kind of god?

Murong Fu's face sank, and he said coldly: "I don't care what kind of Tianshan Tong Grandma you are, or what kind of Tianshan old demon, the sacred sacrifice cannot be defiled!"

His eyes froze.

Tianshan Tong's grandmother, who was still proud just now, was knocked away in an instant.

She fell to the ground, staring at each other in disbelief.

What just happened?

Why didn't you see it?

What a weird move!

Originally, she came over, but she heard from her subordinates that Dali's Tianlong Temple was destroyed, and a group of super forces appeared.

So I was curious and planned to come and have a look.

If the other party's martial arts are good, he plans to steal a look.

But he didn't expect that this Murong Fu was so weird.

It was just a blow that almost killed me, and I wouldn't have come if I had known.

Tianshan Tong's grandmother got up and wanted to leave, but found that her muscles and bones were broken, and the blood in her mouth gushed straight out just now.

Apparently unable to move.

"Well, you can lie there, and if there are not enough sacrifices, I will bring you and fill it up. "

Murong Fu turned around and prepared to continue the sacrifice.

But things change.

A leaf with a piercing hum pierced the air and slammed at his back.

"It seems that if I don't clean up your troubles, I won't be at ease!"

The voice revealed the anger of the master.

Murong Fu turned around quickly, let out a low snort, and the leaves shattered instantly.

The energy attached to it was also shattered.

"Huh, you even have the strength of a land immortal!"

The old man's voice looked very surprised.

Originally, he thought that in this world, there was only one immortal.

didn't expect that Murong Fu, who had only been born for 20 years, would have such strength.

It seems that this time it is very necessary.

Murong Fu snorted lightly, his fingers turned into a sword, and slashed towards the houses in the distance.

The splendid palace shattered.

A figure floated down from the sky.

He moved gracefully, and was able to cross the void without strength, and finally stood on the opposite side of the altar.

This is an old monk.

The clothes were in tatters and there were even a few patches.

The white beard is still hunched at the waist, which shows that this monk is already a handful of years old.

Although he was very old, the light in his eyes was as bright and terrifying as a murderous sword.

"Who are you?"

"It's just a sweeping monk in the lower district, it's not worth mentioning, it's just that Murong Shizhu can break through to the realm of land immortals in a short period of time, which really makes the poor monk feel strange. "

Murong Fu squinted, his body full of murderous intent, and asked, "You're going to stop me?"

Bao is different, and several people have already gathered around.

The thousands of Dharma Protectors also came over.

At this time, the old monk could not fly with wings.

But he didn't panic, but looked at the altar greedily, licked his lips and said, "What a good baby, do you know, I've been searching for countless years, and I've been trying to find a way to get out of this world."

However, I searched all over Kyushu and couldn't find a way out.

In the end, he could only rely on Buddhist scriptures to suppress the murderous energy in his body, so that he could survive secretly.

Now that I see this altar, I realize that this opportunity is waiting for me..."

The voice did not fall.

The nearby masters set off in unison.

Each of them had innate strength, but in front of the old man, he didn't even survive a move.

In a moment.

Hundreds of people died on the ground.

But none of these believers are afraid, and they are still constantly attacking.

This madness made onlookers shudder.

Such a terrible master, who is not afraid of death, what kind of cohesion is this.

It's horrible!

"It's really happy, it's been a long time since I've slaughtered an innate master like this, just by drinking your blood, the old man can prolong his life for hundreds of years!!"

The sweeping demon monk is as imposing as a demon, and the ferocity is outrageous.

Whether it is martial arts or combat experience, it is far beyond the ability of ordinary people.

Murong Fu naturally wouldn't sit idly by, but although his strength was strong, his experience was not as good as that of this demon monk.

In addition, there are too many people watching the festival nearby.

So much so that he couldn't let go of his hands and feet.

Gradually, over time.

One after another, the congenital masters were thrown out like mud and died tragically on the spot.

Lying on the ground, the Tianshan Tong grandmother looked at the demon monk's martial arts path, and the surprise in her eyes became bigger and bigger.

This demon monk's kung fu, although most of it comes from Shaolin.

But there is only internal strength, and it is definitely not Shaolin kung fu.

Shaolin's kung fu pays attention to masculinity and vigor.

But the internal force of this demon monk is unpredictable, sometimes cold and sometimes masculine.

"You are the patriarch of the Xiaoyao faction!

When Tianshan Tong saw the demon monk and used the Northern Spiritual Skill, she finally understood his identity.

I couldn't help but scream.

The demon monk smiled back and admitted his identity.

He is the ancestor of the Xiaoyao faction!

Relying on the Northern Shengong, he wandered the world in his later years, looking for the way of immortality, but it was a pity.

Even if you search through ancient books and visit countless holy places.

The results are all the same.

The road to heaven has been broken.

There is no possibility of promotion at all.

In order to vent his anger, he killed countless sects, so that countless inheritances were severed.

Within the Central Plains, there is no other inheritance.

There are only two lone seedlings of Xiaoyao and Shaolin.

The rest are just rubbish to him.

It's not worth mentioning at all.

The ancient inheritance was severed, resulting in the complete decline of martial arts, just when Xiaoyaozi thought that he could only spend his old age in Shaolin in this life.

Murong Fu finally appeared.

And so he came here.

When he saw the Shenxia in the sky, the demon monk burst into tears, and then he ran out and began to kill.

is ready to snatch Murong Fu's position and be the main priest himself.

Anyway, the gods only need agents.

Anyone can do that, right?

"Ding... Your followers have sacrificed a martial arts master to you, triggering a thousand-fold increase, and you have obtained the Immortal Skill [Six Turns Golden Body Method]"

When Liu Che came to the world diaphragm.

The prompt sound ended slowly, and the martial arts masters at the beginning were all from other sects, according to the different exercises.

The exercises obtained are also different.

The last batch to be killed were all from Shaolin Temple.

So all you get is the Dharma.

No matter what the method is, it is very good for Fang Zhe, so that the followers can be diversified in the future.

In fact, he doesn't like to kill bald donkeys.

But I don't have any exercises.

Even if he says that it is the origin of the Buddha, people don't believe it, right?

But with this Dharma it's different.

The Buddha was created by me, and naturally Liu Che is the original god!

The wind is gusting, and the ghost is crying wolf.

The demon monk's moves are strange and extraordinary.

Every move reveals yin poison, and specializes in Murong Fu's eyes and the second child.

Wang Yuyan and the other women were anxious, but they didn't dare to leave their seats.

I can only close my eyes and keep praying.

I hope that God will come down quickly and clean up this demon monk.

The Shenxia in the sky was getting brighter and brighter, even obscuring the sun's rays.

The voice of the Dao Dao came from the heavens.

It seems to have come from eternity, mysterious, majestic, and not to be blasphemed.

Bang.

The heavens and the earth shook, and the whole world was ushered in hurricanes and earthquakes.

The inhabitants of the nations were filled with fear that they had done something wrong, and God was wrathed.

Only in the cities on the border of the Great Song Dynasty.

Only then can people see the gods and intentions that shroud in the sky over Dali.

The official looked at the sky, and his face changed again and again.

"Quick, pen and ink are waiting!"

He had to quickly pass on this matter to the emperor to know that Xiangrui actually came to Dali, doesn't this mean that the Central Plains will change hands in the future!

That's a big deal.

In front of the altar, Murong Fu heard the divine voice above his head.

His expression became excited.

God is coming.

The gods are finally here!!

"Demon monk, you can't help me, but when my god comes, you can die without a place to be buried!"

Xiaoyaozi didn't speak either.

The gloomy eyes looked at the sky drippingly.

The heart is full of fear.

Suddenly, he turned his spearhead and gathered his divine power to attack the altar.

Can't wait any longer.

Otherwise, if you die, you must destroy this altar and ask for a way to contact God!

Xiaoyaozi was extremely fast, and in an instant he came to the altar.

The strong true qi is condensed into the two forces of yin and yang.

Hit the altar violently.

"Evil beast!"

In the unpredictable sky, there was a sudden thunderclap.

The demon monk Xiaoyaozi, the moment before he heard the voice, his body was frozen.

Murong Fu had just chased after him, and he knelt on the ground excitedly looking at the enemy who was not moving.

"Thank you, Eternal God, your devout believers..."

"It is you who have peeled back the fog and made us, humble beings, realize how stupid we are, you are the light of wisdom..."

Seeing this, the other believers began to pray.

A steady stream of faith reaches to the sky.

But the outsiders were confused.

Why is such a terrible demon monk suddenly not moving.

Could it be that it was pointed?

Impossible.

While he was thinking, a majestic pressure fell from the sky.

Qiao Feng and the others didn't even react.

was slapped to the ground by pressure.

This force is invisible, but it is difficult to resist until it lies on the ground.

This strange force disappeared.