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Chapter 990: Kill yourself!

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    "Junior brother, you're awake. Now the entire Black Lotus Temple is at a critical moment of life and death. Even if we risk our lives, we can't let those demons take away the treasure."

    The four-armed monk with closed eyes spoke sadly.

    At this time, in the sky, there were densely packed immortals flying in the clouds and mist, and the huge spiritual pressure caused the stars around the Black Lotus Temple to continue to fall.

    Zhao Dabao looked at his attire. He was a monk with his eyes closed. He was wearing bright yellow monk clothes with a double-leaf black lotus embroidered on it. He was holding a gilt stick in his hand.

    "Where is this? The Black Lotus Temple ten thousand years ago, how did I end up here?"

    Zhao Dabao¡¯s heart was in turmoil. Didn¡¯t he experience the tribulations in the thunder of thousands of tribulations How could he travel to ten thousand years ago, when the Black Lotus Temple had not yet been destroyed.

    But now, there is no time for Zhao Dabao to think about it.

    High in the sky, the immortal energy is rolling, and tens of thousands of immortal soldiers and generals are clearly armored. The aura of each individual is far greater than that of the monks in the Mahayana stage.

    And in the clouds and mist, three huge figures appeared faintly. These three figures respectively mastered wind, fire and thunder. Their bodies were surrounded by the power of the source, and their aura was extremely powerful, far more than the immortal soldiers and generals.

    At this time, an eight-armed monk rose into the sky from the Black Lotus Temple and was standing in front of the immortal soldiers and generals, seeming to be negotiating something.

    "The treasure contains the origin of heaven and earth. It is not something that your Black Lotus Temple can possess. Now the Immortal King is furious and requires you to hand over the treasure within three days. Otherwise, your Black Lotus Temple orthodoxy will be destroyed and no chickens or dogs will be left."

    There were thunderous sounds in the sky, and the eight-armed monk who went to negotiate was directly burned into nothingness by the real fire, making the entire Black Lotus Temple fall into an atmosphere of sadness and choking.

    The negotiations came to a conclusion, and tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals retreated, but only with a three-day grace period.

    For Black Lotus Temple, the whereabouts of the treasure are now unknown, and three days is better than nothing.

    The monks in the square were reciting scriptures for the fallen eight-armed monk. Their language was not in the category that Zhao Dabao had heard of, but the meaning they expressed seemed to point directly to the soul.

    Even if Zhao Dabao can¡¯t understand the words, he can still understand the meaning.

    "Hey, Elder Black Bone has fallen. The methods of those demons are really cruel. In three days, even if my soul is wiped out, I will avenge Elder Black Bone."

    Although the four-armed monk with closed eyes did not open his eyes, his tone was full of anger and hatred. In his eyes, those so-called immortals were more cruel than the demons.

    Zhao Dabao didn't speak, because he couldn't control this body at all, or in other words, the picture in front of him was just saved in the thunder of all calamities, like a replayed video tape, he could only choose to watch it quietly, but  Nothing changes at all.

    But even as a spectator, he could still feel the sadness in his body and heart. This was the shame and hatred caused by the sect elders being wantonly killed.

    Time is passing by little by little, and the pictures are turning over like a fleeting horse.

    Zhao Dabao noticed that in some unimportant places, time passed quickly, but at a certain moment, time returned to normal.

    This is the eve of the war, and the time that originally passed quickly suddenly slowed down.

    And the monk possessed by Zhao Dabao suddenly noticed movement outside. He walked out of the Zen room and followed the movement until he stopped outside the Zen room of the abbot of Black Lotus Temple.

    At this time, there was a fierce quarrel in the abbot's Zen room. Out of curiosity, the monk secretly looked into the Zen room.  Zhao Dabao's sight line was the same as that of the monk, even wider.

    "Mingzhi, you have studied the treasure for thousands of years and found nothing. Tomorrow, hand over this treasure and give me peace in Black Lotus Temple."

    The speaker was an old monk with a twelve-petal black lotus on his chest. He was the protector of the Black Lotus Temple and the abbot¡¯s uncle.

    "Uncle Master Ming, Huai Bi is guilty. Even if I hand over this treasure, do you think the Immortal King will let us go? The catastrophe of Black Lotus Temple has come, and all we can do is to fight to the death."

    There are also twelve petals of black lotus on the abbot's crimson monk's robes. His body is thin, but it seems to contain endless power, and can easily destroy stars and cut off the underworld.

    At this time, Zhao Dabao's eyes were fixed on the abbot's right hand, with surprise on his face.

    There is a bronze key there, which is exactly the same as the bronze key given to him by the nine-tailed demon fox. The reason why the Thunder of Ten Thousand Tribulations happened and brought him to the Black Lotus Temple ten thousand years ago is probably the same as the bronze key."Dabao, do you love me?"

    While speaking, Du Ruoxi walked through the crowd, tilted her head slightly, and leaned on Zhao Dabao's shoulder.

    The look on her face remains the same, with a faint golden sunlight shining through the leaves, and you can see the fluff rendered golden yellow.

    "Love you."

    Zhao Dabao's eyes were full of confusion. He put his hand on Du Ruoxi's hair and stroked it gently.

    There was a constant flow of people, carriages and horses around them, but they seemed not to notice the two of them, passing by them like shadows.

    "Haha, you don't love me."

    The smile on Du Ruoxi's face remained the same, but a little stiff.

    She looked at Zhao Dabao and said, "If you love me, are you willing to die for me?"

    "willing."

    Zhao Dabao gently stroked Du Ruoxi's hair, his eyes were still confused and he murmured in a low tone.

    "This is a dagger, you can kill yourself."

    Du Ruoxi's smile already revealed a coldness, and she handed the dagger with a cold light in her hand to Zhao Dabao's hand.

    This is the illusion she constructed, and it is also the most difficult calamity to survive. The monk in front of her was already trapped in the third calamity. Right now, he is just the fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

    Pfft¡ª¡ª

    The sound of a sharp knife penetrating into flesh came out, simply and completely.

    And the smile on Du Ruoxi's face completely solidified.

    Zhao Dabao¡¯s eyes completely returned to clarity, and he slowly pulled out the dagger from Du Ruoxi¡¯s body.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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