"Squeak!"

Some mottled doors of the Zen courtyard opened slowly.

An old monk who was about to die, dressed in a plain gray and white monk's clothes, came out of the gate.

The big-bellied Da Sikong and a three- or four-year-old Xiao Shami followed closely behind the old monk and stood at the gate of the Zen Temple.

"Master."

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

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

The old monk's face, neck, and wrists were all densely lined with wrinkles, and they were too old.

On his body, there is no fluctuation of holy air and Buddha air, but there is an ancient charm. That ancient charm makes him look less like a living person, more like a human fossil dug out from the ground.

The old monk's eyes were staring at the earthly blood saint, and he said weakly: "Zhang Ruochen has some relationship with the poor monk, and the poor monk will not let the undead blood take him away."

A very calm sentence, but it gives people a strong will that cannot be resisted.

The blood on the ground became denser several times.

Dixue Sheng stood in the center of strong blood and said coldly, "Monk, you dare to oppose the undead blood race, but it is very courageous. Just do not know, do you dare to report your name?"

The old monk said: "Since the poor monk chooses to live in seclusion here, he also wants to completely forget the past and concentrate on practicing Buddhism. As for the taboo, it is also a part of the past and naturally has long been forgotten."

"That being the case, this saint comes to help you remember the past."

The voice of the Earth Blood Saint became quite sharp.

"Wow."

The blood veins on the ground surged upward, converging into a huge arm like a mountain peak, hundreds of feet high, exhaling a breath of breath.

The blood-red arm swung down, struck a handprint, and hit the old monk's head.

The casual blow gave people a feeling of falling down. The average monk was already scared to the ground.

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

I don't know what mysterious power he used. With a bang, the blood-red arm collapsed into a blood rain and fell from the sky.

In the distance, the Earth Blood Saint issued a deep muffled sound, which seemed to have been hit hard, and even the blood on his body became much lighter.

"who are you?"

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

However, Zhang Ruochen heard it clearly, and there was a bit of fear in that voice.

Being able to defeat a saint is not a great thing. It is truly amazing to scare a saint.

The old monk still looks like Gujing Wubo, but just said lightly: "The poor monk does not want to kill, so you are still alive. However, there is a guest in the Sikong Zen Temple, which is already very angry. If she shot, you may all die Here. The poor monk advises you to retreat quickly and not to have more trouble. "

Earth Blood Saint fell into silence, thinking to himself, how could there be a hidden power in Sikong Zen Academy?

A thick voice sounded in the cloud of blood: "Is that right? My king just didn't believe it. There are still such powerful figures in the world. How dare you come out and fight?"

The old monk sighed secretly and shook her head gently.

At the same time, the cloud of blood in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing a ninety-nine-foot-high altarpiece.

At the bottom of the altar, sixteen keels were erected and turned into sixteen thick pillars, supporting the altar's skeleton.

In addition, there are millions of human bones, densely packed. Zhang Ruochen even saw some bones emitting dazzling light, which were the bones of the Holy One.

The picture in front of me is really shocking. It is like the birth of a demon. Even if the saint sees such a picture, he is likely to tremble.

At the top of the altar, under the battle flag, stood a seven-meter-high burly man, wearing a hundred sacred blood armor, carrying his hands, and exuding the mighty spirit of the world.

The Holy Blood Armor is the treasure of the undead blood race. When worn on the true Xeon, it can erupt the power of the Holy Spirit and sweep everything in the world.

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

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were fixed on the bone altar.

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

That's because the burly man on the altar was too strong to breathe, and had affected Zhang Ruochen's mind.

Not only Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, Er Sikong, and Xiao Sikong, all had red eyes, exhaling suffocation like bloodthirsty.

As for Zhao Yue and Pu Yuelin of the Ministry of Defense, seven holes had already bleed and fell to the ground.

The old monk looked at the state of the four and found that only Zhang Ruochen seemed a little calmer, and the other three had reached the brink of collapse.

"Wow."

The old monk's lips moved, one by one, golden Buddhist texts emerged from the void, forming a ball, wrapping Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, Er Sikong, and Xiao Sikong.

The next moment, all four of them were awake. Except for Zhang Ruochen's better condition, the other three sat on the ground, panting violently, and sweat drenched their robes.

"So horrible, isn't he ... he is the Emperor of the Heavenly Sky? No, he just claimed to be 'the King', he should not be the Emperor of the Heavenly Sky." Zhang Ruochen secretly said.

In addition to the Qingtian blood emperor, the undead blood clan has such terrible characters, which is really incredible.

At the top of the bone bone altar, the burly man stared at the old monk and stared carefully. After a long while, he laughed loudly, "My king has figured out your identity."

The old monk did not have the slightest mood swing, but just folded his hands and said gently: "Amitabha!"

"Eight hundred years ago, the great disciple of one of the nine emperors was Indra. The name was Indra. When Indra did not worship under the door of the Buddha, he was the heir of the Sikong family, named Sikong Yibai. The king didn't guess wrong, you are Indra. "The burly man said with certainty.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the old monk immediately, feeling like a violent shock.

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

Da Sikong, Er Sikong and Xiao Sikong were also very surprised, all eyes were fixed on the old monk. They couldn't believe it, Master had lived so long.

How can a person live that long?

The old monk smiled slightly: "The past is like a dream, the present is like electricity, and the future is like a cloud. Everything has action, like a dream bubble. Who was the poor monk in the past, is it so important?" The monk responded to the altar The burly man is also instigating his three disciples.

Now that the old monk was a great disciple of the Emperor, the face of the burly man also became quite dignified, saying: "Master Indra lives in seclusion here, should he be hiding from Queen Chi Yao? In fact, we do not die. We want to rescue Hades, but also to fight against Empress Chi Yao. We have a common enemy. "

"If the master is willing to surrender to the undead kins ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, this king can ask the blood emperor to seal you as the Supreme Master of the undead kins. What about the master?"

The old monk shook his head, and said, "The poor monk just wants to show off the red dust and cultivate the ritual Buddha, and he will not interfere in the world."

The patience of the burly man seemed to be exhausted, and his voice became a bit cold, saying, "But when you sheltered Zhang Ruochen, you have already stepped in. The truth is telling you that the return of Pluto is the general trend. Anyone Do n’t even think about blocking. Even if the Buddha is still alive, blocking the trend is a dead end. "

"Squeak!"

The door of Sikong Temple was opened again.

"So powerful, do you think that the undead can be lawless? The blood emperor is the best in the world?"

The hand that opened the door was very slender and long, like white jade tender green onions, giving a flawless feeling.

Even if it is only one hand, it is more charming, more beautiful, more beautiful, and full of agility than those women who claim to be beautiful in the world. (To be continued.)