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- "Squeak!"
The somewhat mottled Zen courtyard door slowly opened.
A dying old monk, wearing simple gray and white monk clothes, walked out of the gate.
The pot-bellied Da Sikong and a three- or four-year-old novice monk followed closely behind the old monk and stood at the gate of the monastery.
"Master."
Er Sikong immediately rushed over, saluted the old monk respectfully, and then supported the old monk's right arm.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were also fixed on the old monk, and his first impression was: "This is a very ordinary old monk, but too ordinary."
The old monk¡¯s face, neck, and wrists were all covered with dense wrinkles, making him look extremely old.
There is no fluctuation of holy energy or Buddhist energy on his body, but there is an ancient charm. That ancient charm made him look not like a living person at all, but more like a humanoid fossil dug out of the ground.
The old monk stared at the Earthly Blood Saint and said weakly: "Zhang Ruochen has some connections with the poor monk. The poor monk will not let the undead blood clan take him away."
It¡¯s a very calm sentence, but it gives people a strong will that cannot be resisted.
On the ground, the blood that surged out became several times denser.
The Earth Blood Saint stood in the center of the thick blood and said coldly: "Monk, you are very courageous for daring to go against the undead vampires. I just don't know, do you dare to tell me your name?"
The old monk said: "Since the poor monk chose to live in seclusion here, he wanted to completely forget the past and devote himself to practicing Buddhism. As for the names and taboos, they are also part of the past, so they have naturally been forgotten."
"In that case, I will come to help you remember the past."
Earth Blood Saint¡¯s voice became quite sharp.
"Crash."
The blood streaks on the ground surged upwards, converging into a huge arm as big as a mountain peak, hundreds of feet high, emitting a suffocating aura.
The blood-red arm swung downwards, made a handprint, and hit the old monk's head.
A casual blow gave people a feeling that the sky was falling and the earth was falling. Ordinary monks would have been so frightened that they would have fallen to the ground.
However, the old monk just slowly raised his head and glanced upward.
I don¡¯t know what mysterious power he used. With a bang, the blood-red arm shattered into pieces and turned into a rain of blood, falling from the sky.
In the distance, the Earth Blood Saint made a deep muffled sound. He seemed to have been severely injured, and even the blood in his body had become much lighter.
"who are you?"
The voice of the Earth Blood Saint is still very majestic and full of energy.
However, Zhang Ruochen could clearly hear that there was some fear in the voice.
Being able to defeat a saint is not a great thing. To make a saint feel fear is truly remarkable.
The old monk still looked like Gujing Wubo, and just said calmly: "I don't want to kill, so you are still alive. However, there is a guest in Sikong Temple who is already very angry. If she takes action, you will all die. Here. The poor monk advises you to retreat quickly and don¡¯t cause any more trouble."
The Earth Blood Saint fell into silence, thinking to himself, how could there be a hidden powerhouse in Sikong Chanyuan?
In the blood cloud, a voice with a heavy breath sounded: "Really? I just don't believe that there are such powerful people in the world, how dare they come out to fight?"
The old monk sighed secretly and shook his head gently.
At the same time, the blood clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing a ninety-nine-foot-tall bone altar.
At the bottom of the altar, sixteen keels stood upright, 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 saints.
The picture in front of you is really shocking, as if a god or demon is born. Even a saint would probably tremble when he sees such a picture.
On the top of the altar, below the battle flag, stood a seven-meter-tall burly man, wearing the Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints, with his hands behind his back, exuding a majestic air that looked down on the world.
The Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints is the most precious treasure of the immortal vampires. When worn by a truly powerful person, it can unleash the power of the Hundred Saints and sweep away everything in the world.
The Heavenly Blood Saint and the Earth Blood Saint flew above the altar, bowed and saluted the burly man, and then stood behind the burly man.
Zhang Ruochen stared at 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 Shura world.
That¡¯s because the aura of the burly man on the altar was so strong that it had affected Zhang Ruochen¡¯s sanity.
Not only Zhang Ruochen, but also Da Sikong, Er Sikong, and Xiao Sikong all had red eyes, and their bodies exuded a violent aura as if they were thirsty for blood.
As for Zhao Yue and Pu Yuelin from the Ministry of War, they had already fallen to the ground bleeding from seven holes.
The old monk looked at the conditions of the four people and found that only Zhang Ruochen seemed a little calmer, while the other three were on the verge of collapse.
"Wow."
The old monk¡¯s lips moved, and golden Buddhist inscriptions appeared out of thin air one by one, forming a ball that wrapped Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, Er Sikong, and Xiao Sikong.
The next moment, all four of them woke up. Except for Zhang Ruochen, who was in a better condition, the other three were sitting on the ground, panting violently, their monk robes soaked with sweat.
"It's so scary. Could it be that he is the Blue Sky Blood Emperor? No, he just claimed to be 'my king', so he shouldn't be the Blue Sky Blood Emperor." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
In addition to the Blue Sky Blood Emperor, it is really incredible that there are such terrifying characters in the undead vampire clan.
On the top of the bone altar, the burly man stared at the old monk carefully. After a while, he laughed loudly and said, "I have deduced your identity."
The old monk did not have any mood swings. He just put his hands together and said softly: "Amitabha!"
"Eight hundred years ago, the great disciple of Emperor Buddha, one of the Nine Emperors, was named Indra. Before Indra became a disciple of Emperor Buddha, he was a descendant of the Sikong family, and his name was Sikong Yibai. If this is the case, The king guessed correctly, you are Indra." The burly man said with certainty.
Zhang Ruochen immediately looked at the old monk, his mood shaking violently.
Eight hundred years ago, the great disciple of Emperor Buddha?
The big Sikong, the second Sikong, and the little Sikong were also very surprised, and all their eyes were fixed on the old monk. They couldn't believe that the master had lived for such a long time.
How can a person live so long?
The old monk smiled slightly: "The past is like a dream, the present is like electricity, and the future is like clouds. All potential dharma is like a dream. Is it so important who the poor monk was in the past?"? The old monk was responding to the altar. The burly man was also teaching his three disciples.
Now that it was deduced that the old monk was the great disciple of the Buddha Emperor, the burly man's face became quite solemn and he said: "Master Indra is living in seclusion here, he must be avoiding Queen Chi Yao, right? In fact, our immortal vampire clan We want to rescue Hades, but also to fight against Queen Chi Yao, we have a common enemy."
"If the master is willing to surrender to the immortal vampire clan, I can ask the Blood Emperor to make you the Supreme Saint Master of the immortal vampire clan. What do you think, master?"
The old monk shook his head and said: "The poor monk just wants to escape from the mortal world, cultivate himself and worship the Buddha, and will no longer interfere in worldly affairs."
The burly man's patience seemed to have been exhausted, and his voice became a little colder, saying: "But when you were protecting Zhang Ruochen, you already stepped in. To tell you the truth, the return of Pluto is a general trend, and anyone Don't even think about blocking it. Even if the Buddha Emperor is still alive, blocking the general trend will be a dead end."
"Squeak!"
The door of Sikong Chanyuan opened again.
"So majestic, do you really think that the immortal vampires can be lawless? The Qingtian Blood Emperor is the best in the world?"
The hand that opens the door is very slender and long, like a white jade green onion, giving people a sense of perfection.
Even if it is just one hand, it is more charming, more beautiful, more eye-catching, and full of agility than those women who are said to be the most beautiful women in the world. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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