MTL - Late Night Tales Of The Capital-Chapter 102 Backhand, Luoshui

The method of the Emperor's Mausoleum of the Dragon's Mausoleum limits the entry of the practitioners above the starry glory, and the eight black-clothed people who follow Jiangliuyun. At this time, the true mellowness of each person is comparable to that of no phase, which is completely inconsistent. Common sense, does not meet the limits of the law.

Of course, all the rules are not static. If the people who are squatting are higher than those who designed and built the dragon mausoleum, it is natural to ignore the rules. Obviously, these eight black people are repaired and Not so high.

Is there any way to do this?

Before entering the Dragon Mausoleum, many sects were conceived, but failed one by one.

Lushan won the key to the river, no matter what the purpose can be, in contrast, the odds of winning the treasure is greater. For each sect, the artifact is just needed, and will never feel much. The green scorpion is the third-order king sword. There is a fourth-order fairy on the sword. The upper side of the fairy is an artifact, any artifact. The grades are all starting from the fifth stage, only high or low.

In order to stabilize the position of the first Jianzong in the realm of comprehension, the position of the leader of the main gate, Lushan needs to constantly improve the strength of the Zongmen. Any opportunity to compete for artifacts will never be missed.

The most distributed disciples, the best genius, carrying the river's secret key, this is not enough to let Lushan rest assured, they still need to prepare more backhands.

The disciples of the eight heavens are the last hand of the mountain.

Therefore, all the way, until the last artifact of the river, the fight to the end, they only shot.

This is also their only task, and probably the last mission of their life.

The outsiders will never know what the eight heavenly disciples have paid in order to enter the Dragon Mausoleum. Each of them has personally crushed their own realm, falling from the heavenly environment to the starry territory, listening very much. Simple, but the process is ten thousand times more painful than self-harm.

They will forever lose the space for progress, and the realm will only slowly regress, from the star to the psychic, and then from the psychic to the day after tomorrow, from the day after tomorrow to the innate, followed by a product Wufu, two products, three products...

Until returning to the ordinary person, the body was completely returned to the heavens and the earth.

Going against the sky, breaking the rules, naturally accepts punishment.

Eight disciples of heaven and earth, in exchange for an artifact river, this business is not worthwhile, only Lushan knows.

at the same time.

The leader of the Yaozu, the fifteen disciple of the demon king, Nan Fengxiu, took out his own backhand.

It was a pure gray wood carving.

The appearance of the woodcarving is a man with a totem. His eyes are slightly closed, his body is straight, and there is no hair on his head. He only painted a gray line together. The man’s eyes are not open, giving the impression that he is not Angry and self-defeating.

The rivers in Lushan do not know who this is. Li Jianqi should not know. Wu Ming certainly does not know, but if he takes this wood carving to the priest of the ruling, he will be able to recognize it at a glance. This wood carving is clearly carved. It is the king of the Yaozu.

Nan Fengxiu's master, demon king night Fanghua.

In the top secret file of the ruling division of the Tang Dynasty, the danger level of Ye Fanghua is always among the top three. The single theory is repaired, and it can be compared with it. Within the known range, there are absolutely no more than three.

At this time, Nan Fengxiu, holding the wood carving of his master, is going to do something? Do you still have to pray?

Nature is not a prayer.

It is much better than prayer.

A very long mantra was finished by Nan Fengxiu, and then a real yuan was infused with wood carvings. In an instant, the light suddenly bloomed from the hands of Nan Fengxiu. A faint figure slowly rose from the woodcarving. At the beginning, it was not really cut. After a few breaths, it was discovered that this figure and the woodcarving in the hands of Nanfengxiu turned out to be Touch the same!

The faint transparent figure is much taller than the average person, and is three meters high.

"Demon King Night Fanghua!"

Not far away has been guarding Li Jianqi's deputy division deputy division night screams, can not believe their eyes, how can the demon king appear in the Dragon Mausoleum?

Not to mention the Dragon Emperor's Mausoleum, even if the demon king stepped on the human step, the entire comprehension community will definitely set up a time frying pan. At least there will be dozens of squadrons coming quickly, killing him or killing him. Take him.

The disciples of the Yaozu, as well as those grotesque monsters sneak into the world, more or less robbing for some resources, this is not a bad thing, but not enough, but the night Fanghua can't.

The appearance of the night Fanghua in the human world means the beginning of the war.

Hearing the exclamation of the sly, all the disciples in the field of comprehension are a glimpse, and then subconsciously step back a few steps, in addition to the grasp of the river, and the rivers that are immersed in their own world.

Wu Ming is an artifact in hand, I have it in the world, no one is afraid.

Jiang Liuyun was afraid that he did not hear it at all.

"Can you be sure that it is the demon king night?" Eight black men, the person standing at the front asked softly, a serious face.

"I am the deputy division of the ruling division. I have the right to view some top secret files. Although many of the demon king's information can only be viewed by the night, but I have seen the portraits, I will not admit my mistakes." Said with great certainty.

"is it possible?"

"The demon king personally came to the Dragon Mausoleum?"

"And even succeeded in coming in? It has not been affected by the big squad. Is it that the demon king has reached the immortal level?"

Eight black people frowned and exchanged with each other very quickly.

The enthusiasm of a cup of tea, the wood carving in the hands of Nan Fengxiu turned into a smoky smoke, dissipated in the air. The figure of the demon king night Fanghua also stands in front of her, the atmosphere is heavy and horrible, but it can be clearly felt that it is still in the scope of the starry world.

"This is not the real demon king night Fanghua, at least not the real body!" Some people guessed.

"Mirror phantom!" Inside the Yaozu, a shaman's talent curse, a part of itself is repaired, mirrored to the target object, you can carry thousands of miles. At the appropriate time, illuminate the shadow and summon the image of the subject seal on the object.

To put it bluntly, the things in front of you should be the avatars of the demon king.

But after all, this is the avatar of the demon king night Fanghua. Although there is only a star glory, I am afraid that the three rivers will not be his opponents. It has been crushed from experience and actual combat.

Eight black men from Lushan looked at each other and nodded. This should be the last opponent. The demon king is worthy of being the back hand of the demon.

"This battle is probably the last battle of you and me." The black man in the lead said quietly, then violently pulled out the sword behind him, raised his head and screamed, "For the future of Lushan!"

"For the future of Lushan!" The remaining seven black men shouted in the same tone.

Standing in the distance, Chen Qing and Zhuo are extraordinary. For a time, the expressions are a bit abnormal. Chen Qing is a doubt, and Zhuo is uncomfortable.

Zhuo is actually who has recognized the leader of the black man, and he guessed why the eight people would follow them. Why didn’t they say a word along the way, why can they enjoy the most superior treatment, why should they stand up at this time? And out, to face the demon king night Fanghua's avatar.

Zhuo is unwilling to face this fact, but can understand.

That sentence is enough to explain the problem for the future of Lushan.

The most strange thing is that no matter whether it is the avatar of the demon king night Fanghua or the eight black people from Lushan, no one pays special attention to the enlightenment of holding the artifact.

"I am compassionate."

"Building a place to become a Buddha."

"The killing is the site, the Buddha will kill, you all have to die!"

Wu Ming’s hands clasped the artifact’s illusion of the sacred caduceus, and there was still a trace of the sorcerer’s appearance, even some madness. “The real element is constantly climbing, sacrificing the morning bells and drums, in exchange for artifacts, all this is worth it. of."

"Use killing to improve cultivation, use your life to help me become a Buddha. This is my 'heart Buddha'." The original Buddhist monk of the Six Buddhas, who was originally compassionate, was holding up the killing caduceus and expressing cold-blooded bloodthirsty. "Only the only artifacts I have to match are the rivers, only me!"

After patrolling the audience, Wu Ming’s eyes finally stayed on Nan Fengxiu’s body. “The beasts of the Yaozu, you can’t wait for the world, let me cleanse you on behalf of the Buddha.”

With his hands on the Zen stick, he rushed to Nanfengxiu, and a golden light was added. The Jingang of the Six Buddha Temple was launched instantly.

"act recklessly!"

"I thought it would be invincible in the world with an artifact?"

"In front of the Master, everything is vain."

Nan Fengxiu looked at Wu Ming’s killing Zen stick and looked at the golden verse of the scriptures. It was actually motionless, and even the weapons were not lifted. The only remaining demon warriors behind her are also unmoved, and the expression is more firm than Nanfeng Xiu. It seems that as long as the demon king night Fanghua is in the avatar, the emperor is coming, the same is true!

When the artifact river was close at hand, the demon king night Fanghua's avatar finally opened his eyes, then looked at Wu Ming, his mouth smirked, and the three-meter-high transparent figure took a step forward.

"boom!"

a punch!

Just a punch!

The enlightenment of the hand-held artifact river was blasted ten meters away. The body of the body was directly broken into slag, looking at the sturdy Diamond Sutra, and it was like a paper paste under the hands of the night Fanghua. .

Wu Ming has only a starry glory. Although it is a new generation of cabinets of the Tibetan Classics, but with a lot of talents, the scriptures have cultivated a lot, but they have not cultivated in depth, or they have not integrated.

It is natural that it is not inconsistent with the ordinary practitioners, but in the face of the demon king, although it is only a avatar, it is still unable to hold a punch.

If the cultivation of the Diamond Sutra is not possible, it will be like no defense in the eyes of the demon king.

Shaking his own bald head, Wu Ming just stood up and rushed toward the demon king. This time, instead of using the Diamond Sutra, he launched the unique curse of the Six Buddha Temple.

A floating mantra wraps around the river and slams the stick.

"boom!"

Another punch.

Without an unexpected punch, Wu Ming was once again bombarded, his shoulders were somewhat collapsed, and even after he fell to the ground, he could not lift his arms.

"how is this possible?"

"No, no!"

Wu Ming, who fell to the ground, stared at the killing Zen stick in his hand and muttered to himself, "I have an artifact in hand, why is it being shot?"

Soon, the madness on Wu Ming’s face gradually became a resentment, just like the appearance of Xing Ying before, but it is obvious that this repentance seems to be smaller than Xing Ying, perhaps absorbed by Xing Ying. Let's take a part of it.

"What is the use of holding artifacts?"

"Why don't you even open the artifact?"

“Is there a feeling of frustration?”

"That is an artifact, it is so ruined by you, don't you feel ashamed?"

"Do you want to become a Buddha? I will give you a chance? Do you want it?"

A voice floated into the ears of Wu Ming, some of which were low, but thick and solid, and seemed to be the avatar of the demon king night Fanghua.

"Becoming a Buddha?"

Being eroded by the artifacts, the thinking of Wu Ming has actually been somewhat confusing. It is impossible to tell what is right, what is wrong, what is right, what is evil, what is true, what is false.

"Can you help me become a Buddha?" Wu Ming asked with some uncertainty, and his eyes seemed to be a little bit floating.

Then look at the enchantment of the demon king night Fenghua, the illusory body, the twinkles of purple light and flash, turned out to be a confusing spell.

"I am awed by thousands of people of the Yaozu people. Naturally, if they collect faith and have infinite faith, they will become a Buddha." The sound of the long voice is sent to Wu Ming.

“Collecting Faith? With the power of faith, help me become a Buddha?”

Wu Ming seems to have some heartbeat. "There is no free lunch between heaven and earth. What do you want?"

"Give me the artifact." The demon king's night winds, the time is light.

The only remaining practitioners around, one by one stunned, actually want to control the holder of the artifact, although the demon king has only a starry glory, but it must not be underestimated.

The eight black men in Lushan, nodded to each other, and moved slightly under their feet. Although they now have a cross-section of the real yuan, the original practice of dealing with the only remaining practitioners is more than enough, there is no need for any blessings, but the demon king will appear here.

Reasonable, unexpected!

The reason is that the Yaozu will inevitably have a backhand. Although Nanfengxiu is a fifteen disciple of the demon king, it is also a level of existence with Jiangliuyun. It is not enough to ensure the belonging of the artifact, but if it is replaced by this demon It is enough for the king to be separated.

"Seven Stars North Fighting Array!"

An angry man, eight black men in the direction of Beidou and Polaris formed an attacking array, eight uncontested disciples of Lushan, eight swords and a sword, directly stabbed to Wu Ming.

"presumptuous!"

If you want to be successful, you have to confuse the mind of Wu Ming. At this time, you can kill a demon king. How can you not make the demon king angry?

After all, it is thousands of miles away, the two worlds are separated, and the realm of the demon king is even more powerful, and it is impossible to endure endless attacks, and the cultivation of the glory of the stars, for the demon king, there are not many exercises that can be performed. He has not used the Starlight martial arts for hundreds of years.

It’s a good idea to win quickly and win with wisdom!

The seven-star Beidou array method, carrying the sharp swordsmanship swept to Wu Ming, the demon king also rushed over and was still a boxing out.

The Beidou’s array of ideas is a thousand.

The demon king’s boxing is as heavy as a mountain.

When the two attacks were halfway through, they changed their direction in unison. No one slammed into Wuming, but directly attacked each other's weak links.

Above the main hall, the two sides are almost the last force to compete for artifacts. As long as they win, they basically determine the belonging of the artifact.

No warm-up, no temptation.

The demon king has no extra real elements, and does not bother to temptation. The eight black men in Lushan did not dare to test, and felt that the temptation was completely meaningless. In the face of the demon king, although it is a avatar, it must be all-out.

If you go all out, you won't necessarily win.

"Boom!"

The deafening roar sounded, followed by a burst of spiritual power, surging and mighty. If you are at the tip of your eye, you will find that Wu Ming, who is at the center of the battle, was bleed in the first time.

Although he holds the artifact, he has only the strength of the star.

In the confrontation between the demon king and the eight unrelated Xiangshan disciples, there is naturally no room for survival. The two parties are actually intentional. No matter what the outcome of the battle, Wu Ming is not allowed to continue to live.

A dazzling light group appeared in the center of the confrontation.

Yu Bo also shook a few meters away from the practitioners who were still alive. The river flow cloud was even directly shocked and fell to the ground, and the forehead landed.

This loud noise seems to have shaken Lushan genius from the self world.

Jiang Liuyun raised his eyes and observed the whole hall. It can be clearly seen from the eyelids. This genius of Lushan was actually upgraded. In the Dragon Mausoleum, it was upgraded at the most critical moment of the battle. Xing Ying used life. The problem that emerged from the river flow, but for a moment, was solved.

And just when the light group had not dissipated, three things happened.

Li Jianqi, who has been in a sluggish state all the time, his eyes turned to wake up, but then a blood donation sprayed the ground, his face pale.

"His Royal Highness, are you okay? Has it succeeded?" The ruling priest asked Li Jianqi and whispered.

Responding to him is Li Jianqi's slight nod. "Hurry to leave here, I have a very bad feeling, don't pay attention to artifacts, no one is allowed to compete, and it is not allowed to pick it up at the foot."

In another direction, the **** light group wrapped with red beans and black dragons is directly squirming. The black dragon has disappeared, and only the red beans slowly fall from the light. In her arms, there was a paper umbrella, and the umbrella was a green bamboo stem, plum blossom surface. At this time, whether it was an umbrella stem or a canopy, all turned black, and a vaguely visible one could be seen. The dragon shadow is swimming slowly.

Just landing, the red bean fell a little, and the leaf that just returned from the altar was missing to stop the red bean.

Looked at the person who stopped him is the leaf missing, red bean lips fretting, "protect me."

"No matter what, don't leave me alone."

"And my umbrella."

After saying three words, Red Bean did not give the opportunity to ask questions about the lack of leaves. It was a very neat and stunned head, and it fainted directly, but even if it was fainted, her hands were still holding on to the paper umbrella. This umbrella is more important than her life.

These two things are insignificant for others, and the third thing is for everyone, unprepared.

In fact, when the artifact was born, the dragon's mausoleum changed.

The Luohe River outside the Dragon's Tomb, the water level of the whole river began to decline. And these waters, I do not know why, even dumped into the Dragon Mausoleum. It flows into the suspended empty island and flows into the golden palace. It follows the passage and flows all the way into the underground cavern and flows into the hall full of reliefs.

The water that passes through the water suddenly turns into the ocean, and there is no gap left.

(The big chapter will not be broken.)