Great Slaughter System

Western Region.

A Buddha's light shines like a palace-like giant ancient temple, and the sound of the bells is constantly ringing.

Every time the bell rings, there will be a burst of Sanskrit from the ancient temple.

The ancient temple is very huge. If you look at it from the sky, the whole ancient temple stretches for thousands of miles, and you can't see the margin at once. It is extremely shocking.

Around the ancient temple, there are temples of all sizes, and the temples are like the guards of the ancient temples, protecting the ancient temples.

At this time, in a grand hall of the ancient temple, a beautiful eyebrow, red lips and white teeth, a small monk about fifteen or six years old quietly sitting on the futon.

Behind the little monk is a huge Buddha statue.

The statue of Buddha is not cheesy made of gold, but a material like gold-like stone.

Buddha statues with one hand and lotus fingers, with a smile, no matter how you look, it seems to smile at the world.

This statue of Buddha is different from any Buddha on earth.

The little monk sitting on the futon, the face is solemn and solemn.

There are three monks sitting around the little monk.

The three monks have different looks, some are kind, some are majestic, some are calm.

The three people sat next to the little monk and closed their eyes.

Although the three men are chanting, their faces flashed from time to time.

As time went by, the little monk's bright forehead appeared a layer of sweat, as if he was under great pressure.

The intermittent picture flashed from the mind of the young monk, and there was a picture of blood flowing into the river. There were pictures of the martial arts, and there were pictures of the bones.

Among them, there are pictures of the destruction of the Buddhist temples that were flying from the temple.

Seeing the picture of the destruction of Buddhism, the sweat on the forehead of the little monk was even more.

Finally, the picture of the little monk stopped and stopped on the screen of the two figures.

The two of them are stalwart, and their feet are empty, and they are scattered and smashed, and they have a strong atmosphere of destruction.

One of them was surrounded by a long sword, and each of the long swords exuded a horrible atmosphere.

The long sword fluttered around the man, and the surrounding space was constantly fragmented and coincident, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

The person's face is vague and invisible. It can only be seen vaguely. It should be a middle-aged man. His body is tall and straight, like a nine-day god, exuding a huge pressure.

When the little monk saw another person, he couldn’t help but tremble.

In reality, the little monk sitting on the futon can't help but spurt a blood.

I saw the man opposite the middle-aged man, wearing a black robes, and the robes were blown by the hurricane on the nine days, and the hunting blew.

Every flutter of the black robes will cause space to sway. What makes the little monk even more frightened is that the inexplicable patterns embroidered on the man’s black robe, those patterns, the little monk just glanced at it, and felt that the soul seemed to be sucked away. general.

Just as the young monk struggled hard, a burst of chanting sounded, and the spirit of the little monk finally settled.

The little monk who recovered, after a while, was afraid, looking at the black robe.

If it weren’t for the chanting that suddenly came, I’m afraid his soul would be sucked away. It’s just that the clothes on that person were spontaneously distributed. If the person took the initiative, I really didn’t know how terrible it would be.

In the black robes, a black ink-like weapon floats beside the body, and at this time the sword has flew out of the weapon, floating on the sides of the black robe.

Although the man in the black robe has only one sword and one sword, the momentum is not weaker than the opposite person.

With the horror of the sword, the surrounding space is constantly distorted, although there is no tear like the sword around the body. But it is even more horrible, because the people in the black robe are changing the space, they all know that the destruction is easy and the repair is difficult, but the person in the black robe is not only repairing, but even seems to be in control of the space, not to be destroyed.

The man in the black robe carries a mask of sinister and strange, and the mask exudes the momentum of the world of Wei Ling. It seems to control the king of the world, giving people an incomparable pressure.

When I saw the mask, the little monk couldn’t help but tremble.

Then two names, inexplicably emerged from his mind.

"Tian Zun"

"Tian Qiren Holy Emperor"

Just as the young monk’s soul looked at the two, the two figures also looked over.

"Roll!!!"

The two people’s voices rang in unison. In an instant, the landslide and tsunami, the true Wujiang planes where the two were located, seemed to be destroying and constantly oscillating.

Until the sound of drinking disappeared, the whole world calmed down.

The spiritual knowledge of the young monk was already shaken when the two men screamed out.

In reality, the little monk's delicate face, the seven 窍 bleed at the same time, the mouth is also vomiting blood in the mouth.

"Not good, the spirit of the spirit seems to have been attacked."

The three monks did not say anything, and the power of the three gods rushed out in an instant, and the little monk was shrouded in an instant.

Finally, after the vomiting blood of the three monks fell, the little monk woke up in a faint manner.

The three monks did not care for the injury and quickly asked: "Ling Zun, what have you seen?"

Lingzun, a name for the Buddhist monk in Zhenwu, is the same as the reincarnated Buddha on the earth.

The young monk is now extremely miserable. Although the seven holes are no longer bleeding, the blood stains left by the blood still remain. www.wuxiahere.com~ The little monk has a ten-handed hand and screams at the Buddha.

"I saw two people."

The three monks looked shocked, did not speak, and continued to wait for the spirit of the following.

"The two were the beginning of the catastrophe and the end of the catastrophe."

The three old monks looked at each other and one of them, the majestic old monk, said: "Please also show the spirit."

"Can't say, can't say."

When the voice fell, the little monk did not live, and sat down there.

"Amitabha."

The three monks prayed in a ceremony and announced a Buddha number.

"Ling Zun has gone all the way, willing to live a bliss, and come to the world again."

After that, the door of the main hall opened, and the figures of the three monks disappeared into the hall.

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The horror of Shen Lang is not the identity of Guan Shengdi, but the relationship between Zhenlong and Shen Kun.

In Shen Lang’s memory, Shen Kun’s explanation is that Zhen Longzhen was unintentionally obtained by him.

So why did he never say where he got it? Shen Wuming asked each time, Shen Kun is ambiguous, people feel the clouds and fog.

The last time the Shen family war, Shen Kun's bizarre disappearance, it is reasonable to say that Shen is only a family that was founded less than a hundred years ago. Shen Kun is relatively rigid and has few friends on the rivers and lakes.

Not to mention the people with the virtual world to save him, all the things, there is a fog, the witnesses at that time, Li Zongquan and others are already dead, leaving only the family warriors who participated in the war.

Those people estimated that they did not know anything. Only Li Zongquan and others were most clear about the situation at the time.

It is a pity that the parties have all died, and a large part of them are still killed by his own hands. This makes Shen Lang, can not help but laugh.