The monk who broke the precepts pondered for a moment, and estimated that the kingdom of reincarnation in the sea of ​​consciousness was suppressed by the virtual godhead, and the power of faith was continuously coming from the sky. It was no longer an empty shell in its original form.

If the Divine Weapon Thunder Fire Sword is sent to the path of reincarnation for a lifetime and the mark on the sword is completely washed away, it will definitely be freed and free again. There is no need to be driven by someone and be a slave.

As for the Thunder Fire Elf who has regained his original appearance, he stands up for himself and fights with others out of friendship for rescue. That is his decision, and what does it have to do with him? This move can be said to be independent of cause and effect, but only for its own benefit.

Thinking of this, the monk who broke the precepts smiled at Zhu Gangyi, who was the incarnation of appetite, and said: "Now, you have just taken shape, and you need a lot of human fireworks to consolidate your foundation and condense the three poisonous souls of greed, anger, and ignorance..."

Zhu Ganghui snorted twice and asked back: "I am not a stupid person, old pig. I have secretly learned the ancient sacred incense way from you, and developed a spiritual stomach that can swallow all the food essence in just one breath."

Next, there is also a way to subjugate gods!"

The monk who broke the precepts was surprised when he heard this, but he still insisted on finishing: "When you have reached the peak of your cultivation, become a de facto independent individual, and have the ability to kill the magic weapons, then let's talk about devouring the thunder and fire elves. Don't wait until then,

Someone's ability is greater than yours, so it's not certain who will devour whom?"

After Zhu Ganghe heard this, he thought that one day he would be subdued by bait, and he couldn't help but became furious: "It's just a thunder-like and fire-type elf, but he was sacrificed by an expert to refine a trace of dragon water. What can he do to me..."

The further he went on, the lower Zhu Ganghe's voice became. He obviously knew the details of his family and was really incomparable with this elf who was born and raised. Now he said some cruel words just to regain face for himself.

Deliberately getting angry with the main body.

The monk who broke the precepts instantly understood the thoughts of the incarnation of appetite, and without telling him immediately, he gave a hint to Zhu Ganghui, broke through the city gate forcefully, and chased in the direction where the thunder and fire elf had returned to his original appearance.

The guards at the north gate of Lingzhou City and those who dared to block their way were all knocked upside down by this giant man who was two feet tall. Before they could recover, the Jincheng Expeditionary Force took advantage of the situation and attacked the city. The leading vassal general knew that

The trapped beast was the most difficult to deal with. He was afraid of losing too many men, so he quickly shouted to surrender without killing, with the intention of persuading him to surrender.

This sentence was quite lethal, and was heard by the soldiers around the general. They exchanged glances and shouted loudly in tacit understanding. It quickly spread to all the soldiers who were attacking Lingzhou City at night.

After the city gate was easily captured by the enemy, the defenders, whose morale had plummeted, had no intention of fighting. They knelt down one after another and threw their weapons on the ground. Following the opponent's instructions, they raised their hands to their heads and smashed their foreheads.

On the ground, he looked like he was surrendering sincerely.

The general knew that these people were not foreign enemies, nor were they eagles on the grassland. By cutting off their heads, they could build a temple to show their martial arts. After all, they were all brothers. Since they were willing to abandon the dark side and join the light, many unnecessary killings were saved, so they immediately restrained them.

The subordinates only collected the ordnance on the ground, tied the prisoners into a bunch with ropes, and led them out of Lingzhou City.

The monk who broke the precepts did not raise his butcher knife towards the general. He could not help but take a high look, glanced back and forth a few times, and sighed: "What a pity! He is a mortal body, not a real seed for refining Qi and cultivating immortals. I promised him a world of wealth and honor."

Even so, it is not in vain to follow the lord of Jincheng, my disciple Zhang Xiaojing, into the world to fight for the dragon."

At the same time, the four city gates were in danger, and the momentum of the defenders was in danger. The famous general Zhao Neng, who was supposed to come out to take charge of the overall situation, was entangled by Sha Wuwu, who had opened his eyes and followed his luck and came to the door. He relied entirely on the people who had followed him for many years. , the personal soldiers who have been in and out of the battlefield for more than ten years have no time to spare.

Not long after, Zhao Xiong, a right-wing scholar, healed his wounds with the elixir given by his master, and recalled the divine weapon Thunder Fire Sword with the help of the Treasure Collection Technique. Hearing that his brother was being chased by an expert with a strange appearance, he quickly used it The fire light escapes from the small cave, and is triggered by the stove in the side courtyard.

An instant later, at the top of the conference hall where the famous general Zhao Neng was, there was a big red Qibao candle as thick as an arm. The burning flame suddenly expanded and grew, about six feet and three minutes high. The fireworks were as thick as pillars, and the inside was pitch black, like a fire. He opened a door, and then, Zhao Xiong, who was dressed in ragged clothes but had a calm expression, calmly walked out of it.

Sha Wuwu glanced over from the corner of his eye and saw the heretic Zhao Xiong appeared. The bloodthirsty murderousness in his heart suddenly broke out, as if the actual murderous aura came out of his body. It was when the broken monk first came out of the world to kill and humiliate good people. The murderous intent of a kind-hearted gangster, the murderous intent of a martial arts hero who mistook innocent mountain people for bandits, and the killing intent of a young martial arts warrior. All of these, those who died at the hands of the monk who broke the precepts were unpardonable.

For a moment, even the rows of tallow candles that illuminated the meeting hall as bright as day were dimmed by the suppressed murderous aura.

Those present were all veterans who had experienced life and death on the battlefield. The endless murderous aura of being killed passed through their bodies, and it was like the cold feeling of falling into an ice cellar. It was unclear whether it was the murderous aura or the biting cold air that stung the tough nerves of these veterans, making them They had hallucinations, as if they had returned to the murderous and chaotic days of the Anshi Rebellion overnight.

A convenient shovel made of thousands of kilograms of iron was no heavier than a bean sprout in the hands of Sha Wuwu. He had already given up on the head of the famous general Zhao Neng, and set his sights on the more valuable heretic, and moved his legs quickly. With footwork like thunder, he killed Zhao Xiong who had taken off the red gourd from his back and was about to cast a spell.

"Want to take Pindao's life in close combat? Every step of the way will make you wiser. I've long expected this move, Sword Riding!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Thunder Fire Elf, who had just returned to the side of the heretic Zhao Xiong, mustered up all his strength to draw out the flames of the two rows of tallow candles surrounding the meeting hall. Although they were suppressed by the endless murderous intent of being killed, the flames could not be lowered. He couldn't do anything fake, so he borrowed a lot of ordinary fire and spent all his firepower to transform into a flaming snake, but the elf himself once again took the shape of a sword.

When Sha Wuwu saw this scene, he couldn't help but snorted coldly. Suddenly, a dark wind blew through the meeting hall, all the butter candles were extinguished, and everyone was plunged into darkness, which made people feel like they were being overwhelmed.

When the monk who broke the precepts saw this scene, he laughed in surprise and said: "I really underestimated the incarnation of greed. In such a short period of time, I was able to practice the prototype of the murderous realm, or should be said to be the killing realm!"

The flaming snake, which was maintained by ordinary fire, had just revealed its big head in front of people, with lava-like mottled lines that flickered on and off. As a result, it was blown by a gust of wind. Not only did the source of firepower disappear, but also the foundation of its own existence. Everything started to falter.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's eyes were as bright as day and suddenly plunged into darkness, he gained the experience of blind combat and killing instinct from the body-breaking monk, Sha Wuwu split the convenience shovel in his hand into two, and the crescent shovel moved from top to bottom Next, the sword of the Thunder Fire Sword was stuck, and it was suppressed to the ground, making it unable to change and unable to move at all.
Chapter completed!