"Squeak!"

The somewhat mottled gate of the Zen temple slowly opened.W★w★Wく.

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An old monk who was about to die, wearing a simple gray-white monk's robe, walked out of the gate.

The big belly Da Sikong and a three or four-year-old novice monk followed the old monk and stood at the gate of the Zen temple.

"Master."

Er Sikong immediately rushed over and saluted the old monk respectfully, and then supported the old monk's right arm.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes also stared at the old monk, giving him the first feeling: "This is a very ordinary old monk, but it is a bit too ordinary."

The old monk's face, neck, and wrists were covered with dense wrinkles, which were so old that he looked extremely old.

There was no fluctuation of holy energy or Buddha energy on his body, but it was filled with an ancient charm. The ancient charm made him look like a living person at all, but more like a human-shaped fossil dug out from the ground.

The old monk stared at the Earth Blood Saint and said weakly: "Zhang Ruochen has some connection with me, and I will not let the Immortal Blood Clan take him away."

A very calm sentence gives people a strong will that cannot be denied.

The blood and energy that gushed out from the earth became several times thicker.

The Earth Blood Saint stood in the center of the thick blood and said coldly: "Monk, you dare to go against the Immortal Vampire, you are very courageous. I just don't know if you dare to report your name?"

The old monk said: "Since I chose to live in seclusion here, I just want to completely forget the past and devote myself to practicing Buddhism. As for the name, it is also part of the past, so I have naturally forgotten it."

"Since that's the case, I will come to help you remember the past."

The voice of the Earth Blood Saint became quite sharp.

"Crazy."

The blood patterns on the ground surged upwards, gathering into an arm as huge as a mountain, hundreds of feet high, emitting a suffocating breath.

The blood-red arm swung downwards, and a handprint was drawn, hitting the old monk's head.

The casual blow gave people a feeling of falling sky and falling. Ordinary monks probably had already been scared to lie on the ground.

However, the old monk just slowly raised his head and looked up.

I don’t know what mysterious power he used. With a bang, his blood-red arm shattered directly, turning into a bloody rain, falling from the sky.

In the distance, the Earth Blood Saint made a low and muffled sound, as if he had suffered severe injuries, and even the blood and energy on his body became much weaker.

"Who are you?"

The voice of the Earth Blood Saint is still very majestic and full of energy.

However, Zhang Ruochen clearly heard that there was a little fear in the voice.

It is not a great thing to be able to defeat a saint. It is truly great to make a saint feel fear.

The old monk still looked like Wubo of Gujing, but said lightly: "I don't want to kill, so you are still alive. However, there is a guest in Sikong Zen Temple who is already quite angry. If she takes action, you may all die here. I advise you to retreat quickly and not cause any more troubles."

The Earth Blood Saint fell silent and thought to himself, how could there be a hidden powerhouse in Sikong Zen Temple?

A deep breath sounded in the blood cloud: "Is that so? I don't believe it. There are such powerful people in the world, how dare you come out to fight?"

The old monk sighed secretly and shook his head softly.

At the same time, the blood clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, revealing a 99-meter-high white bone altar.

At the bottom of the altar, sixteen dragon bones were erected, turning into sixteen thick pillars, supporting the skeleton of the altar.

In addition, there are millions of human bones, densely arranged. Zhang Ruochen even saw some bones emitting dazzling holy light, which were the bones of the saint.

The picture in front of me is really shocking, as if the gods and demons were born. Even if the saints see such a picture, they will probably tremble.

On the top of the altar and under the battle flag, a burly man seven meters tall, wearing the blood armor of the Hundred Saints, carrying his hands on his back, and exuding a mighty look down on the world.

The Hundred Saints Blood Armor is the treasure of the Immortal Blood Clan. When worn on the real strong man, the power of the Hundred Saints can be exploded and swept everything in the world.

The Heavenly Blood Saint and the Earth Blood Saint flew to the altar and bowed to the burly man, then stood behind the burly man again.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes stared at the White Bone Altar.

Gradually, he felt that he could not breathe at all, his body began to tremble, his eyes were covered in blood red, as if he had entered the Shura world.

That's because the burly man on the altar emitted too strong aura, which had affected Zhang Ruochen's mind.

Not only Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, Er Sikong and Xiao Sikong were also red in their eyes, and their bodies were filled with bloodthirsty aura.

As for Zhao Yue and Pu Yuelin of the Ministry of War, they had already bleeding from seven holes and fell to the ground.

The old monk looked at the four people's condition and now that only Zhang Ruochen seemed a little calmer, the other three were on the verge of collapse.

"Wow."

The old monk's lips moved, and golden Buddhist scriptures appeared out of thin air from the void, forming a ball, wrapping Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, Er Sikong, and Xiao Sikong.

The next moment, all four of them woke up. Except for Zhang Ruochen, the other three sat on the ground, gasping violently, and sweat wet their monk's robes.

"It's so terrifying, could it be... he is the Qingtian Blood Emperor? No, he just claimed to be 'I'm this king', probably not the Qingtian Blood Emperor." Zhang Ruochen said intimately.

In addition to the Qingtian Blood Emperor, the Immortal Vampire actually has such terrifying characters, which is really incredible.

At the top of the White Bone Altar, the burly man stared at the old monk and stared at it carefully. After a while, he laughed loudly, "I have calculated your identity."

The old monk did not have any emotional fluctuations, but just put his hands together and chanted softly: "Amitabha!"

"Eight hundred years ago, when the great disciple of the Buddha Emperor, one of the nine emperors, was the descendant of the Sikong family, named Sikong Yibai. If I was not mistaken, you were Indra." The burly man said with great certainty.

Zhang Ruochen immediately looked at the old monk, his mood as if he was upside down, and his mood was violently shocked.

Eight hundred years ago, the great disciple of the Buddha?

The Grand Sikong, Er Sikong and Little Sikong were also very surprised, their eyes were all fixed on the old monk. They could not believe that the master had lived for such a long time.

How can a person live for so long?

The old monk smiled slightly: "The past is like a dream, the present is like lightning, the future is like clouds. All conditioned laws are like dreams, illusions and bubbles. Who is the past? Is it that important?" The old monk is responding to the burly man on the altar, and is also teaching his three disciples.

Since it was calculated that the old monk was the eldest disciple of the Buddha Emperor, the burly man's face became quite serious and said, "Master Indra is living in seclusion here, probably to avoid Empress Chi Yao, right? In fact, our immortal blood clan wants to rescue Lama, but it is also to fight Empress Chi Yao. We have a common enemy."

"If the master is willing to surrender to the Immortal Blood Clan, I can ask the Blood Emperor to be named the Supreme Master of the Immortal Blood Clan. I wonder what the master wants?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "I just want to escape from the world, cultivate oneself and worship Buddha, and will no longer interfere in the affairs of the world."

The burly man's patience seemed to have exhausted, his voice became a little cold, and he said, "But, when you protect Zhang Ruochen, you have already intervened. To be honest, the return of the king is a great trend, and no one can stop it. Even if the Buddha Emperor is still alive, blocking the great trend is a dead end."

"Squeak!"

The door of Sikong Zen Temple opened again.

"What a great power, I really think that the immortal blood clan can be lawless? The Qingtian Blood Emperor is the best in the world?"

The hand that opened the door was very slender, soft and long, like a tender white jade onion, giving people a sense of flawlessness.
Chapter completed!