From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 304 Dawei Tianlong (Ask for a monthly ticket at the end of the month)

Ordinary people can kill a tiger with one punch in extreme rage.

Not to mention a real dragon.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Su Li screamed, and at the same time, a huge force erupted from his slender waist,

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zirou was overturned on the boat by Xiaolong forcefully, and fell into the cabin with her head up.

"This…"

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, Xiaolong was full of anger, his face was flushed, obviously he was really angry.

Jiang Zirou didn't know what to do.

He simply lay his head up on the deck of the boat, looking at the bright moon in the dark and clear sky.

Objectively speaking.

The content in the painting book is quite exquisite and lifelike, and it can even be said to be too realistic...

Even though Jiang Zirou once had the experience of living in the era of information explosion, he was still shocked and unbelievable when he suddenly saw such paintings that transcended the times.

only…

The problem lies in the above content.

Those actions, dripping with juice, are enough to make anyone blush.

And... even worse.

Even with a quick glance, Jiang Zirou also found that in that thick picture book, many of the main characters in the content were himself...

"Damn it, after living with this little dragon for so many years, why didn't I find out that she can do this before!?"

Jiang Zirou put his hand on his forehead and rubbed his head.

Slowly stretched out from the deck and climbed up, at this time, on a narrow, small wooden boat.

Jiang Zirou sat at the stern of the boat with a slightly sluggish expression on her alluring face.

Su Li was sitting opposite, her face was full of red, and two black jade-like dragon horns grew out of her thick black hair. She lowered her head and held the painting book tightly in her arms. There seemed to be tears flickering.

"All right…"

Jiang Zirou tilted his head, and finally, he came to sit beside Su Li lightly.

He reached out and touched Xiaolong's head, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I was wrong this time, I shouldn't have looked through your things without your consent."

"Hey!"

Su Li froze for a moment, then raised his head.

The eyes that were as clear as a cold pool widened, looking at the girl with bare ankles in disbelief.

"Don't you blame me..."

"Why should I blame you." Jiang Zirou said with a smile, "Everyone has their own hobbies, as long as they don't impress others, they are all worthy of encouragement."

"yes!?"

Because it was designed and sealed by Jiang Taizu for more than 1000 years.

Su Li's personality is withdrawn and sensitive. Except for Jiang Zirou and a few others, Su Li actually doesn't have much in-depth communication with the outside world.

but…

Even so, the little dragon could vaguely know it.

Although the folk customs in Daxia are relatively open, the things I do now are not in line with etiquette.

It's just that I didn't expect that after my friends learned about this matter, they were not punished...

The little black dragon was immediately overjoyed.

With a childlike smile on her face, she said loudly without thinking, "Really? Then next time, I can invite you to be..."

This sentence is not finished.

The appearance of Jiang Zirou when he put on the clothes in the painting and performed those actions already appeared in Su Li's mind.

This is just great…

It was as if a siren sounded in his ears, and on Su Li's smooth and white forehead, another stream of white steam curled up...

Just thinking of those exciting scenes, Su Li couldn't bear it, his little head was dizzy, as if he was drunk, and he might fall to the ground at any time.

"impossible!"

Jiang Zirou firmly refused, crossing his hands to protect his chest.The legs that were originally slightly apart were subconsciously clamped, and changed into a serious kneeling position.

"No... I definitely won't show it to others!"

"That's not OK!"

Jiang Zirou's face flushed slightly, and she also had a headache...

It is said that dragons are inherently obscene. At first, Jiang Zirou thought that his little friend was the white lotus of the dragon clan, but he didn't expect that Su Li just added the skill points to the wrong position, and became a thorough theoretical master.

bother!
Headache!

The night passed quickly, and after arguing with Su Li.

Before the sky brightened, Jiang Zirou left his avatar in the Imperial Capital of Great Xia, while his body carried the Taizu long sword and flew towards the Eastern Overseas Martial Arts World.

Shaolin Temple is naturally far away from the wild world.

But for Jiang Zirou who has stepped into the realm of true gods, this distance is nothing, but the current overseas situation is complicated.

And Shaolin Temple is in crisis.

In order to avoid complications, Jiang Zirou still planned to set off a little earlier and set off as soon as possible, so that he could make more preparations on the way.

After all, in the past, the strongest Buddha King of the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the overseas martial arts world had created seriousness for the first time.

Although her strength is not weak, she still needs to make more preparations to prevent the possibility of the Nether World intervening, so that she can sail the boat for ten thousand years carefully.

……

overseas.

The sea area where Shaolin Temple is located is called the Hundred Buddha Realm.

This is a huge island that is not inferior to the wild world. There are hundreds of Buddhist temples on it, large and small, and it is a well-deserved Buddhist pure land.

Kongshan Temple.

A mid-level temple in the Hundred Buddha World.

This ancient temple has been passed down for a long time. The thick city walls are mottled and ancient, and the outer walls are covered with dark green creepers.

Inside the city walls, there are many buildings and pavilions.

There are stone forests, pagodas, ancient bells and other buildings full of Buddhist flavors everywhere, but the peaceful and sacred buildings in the past are now shrouded in a shadow.

Especially those huge Buddha statues enshrined in the temple.

On the ancient majestic Buddha statue, many cracks appeared, running through it vertically and horizontally. At dusk, when the wind blew, black blood gushed out from the eyes of the Buddha statue.

"Master, hurry, we have to get out of here!"

In the past, it was still a bustling temple, but now it is quiet, and there is no one there.

In the corner of the Buddhist temple, cobwebs are overgrown, and there are still dry bones on the street. It is obvious that they have only practiced in seclusion for a while...

But don't know why.

After coming out, the huge Kongshan Temple unexpectedly turned into such a look.

A gust of night wind blows from the valley, and then passes through the empty temple, echoing like ghost cries.

"Master, what happened to the Xuankong Temple in the past few days?"

The young monk was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his figure was not very tall, but he had red lips and white teeth. Although he shaved his head, he was still very handsome, with clear and innocent eyes.

Behind him was a huge medicine basket half the height of a person.

While tiptoeing forward in the cold and dark temple, the young monk was talking to himself with the old monk who stretched out his hand.

The eyes of the old monk behind him were pitch black, apparently blind.

The expression on his face was also very dull, as if he had lost his soul. He was obviously cultivated very superbly, and his vitality was surging like a sea, but at this moment, he was held in the hands of his apprentice and walked forward like a puppet.

"call…"

The Buddhist temple that has lived for more than ten years has become a little strange now.

What's even more frightening is, where are all my brothers and sisters, and where are those uncles and uncles with great powers?

Nothing.

As the little monk Xinhai was walking, his mind was also in a state of turmoil... and his master, those eyes seemed to be gouged out alive.

The light was floating, and occasionally dark red bloodshot eyes could be seen from the pitch-black eye sockets, coupled with Master's ignorant state at this time and the gloomy surroundings.

It made the young monk feel extremely depressed.

Good thing…

Along the way, although many strange things happened, but at last there was no danger. The master and apprentice came to a secret door on the city wall.

Colorful prayer flags are hung on the protrusions of the temple halls.

The night wind was blowing, and the prayer flags danced with the wind, and the sound was like the sound of flipping a book, but it did not bring any sense of peace to the little monk.

"Amitabha, Buddha bless!"

On the vermilion secret door is affixed yellow talisman paper with Sanskrit characters written in cinnabar.

Before coming to the secret door, the little monk with the medicine fistula on his back clasped his hands together, looked around nervously, and found nothing abnormal around him.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and whispered a Buddha's name.

Be still.

The little monk's lips kept rising and falling, and amidst the vague sound of chanting sutras, the yellow talisman paper pasted on the vermilion secret door glowed.

The Sanskrit written by cinnabar, at this moment, bloomed with a strong blood, and then slowly flowed down.

"Stab!"

The little monk protected his master behind him, then reached out and grabbed the talisman paper in front of him, tearing it off forcefully.

"Crench!"

The muscles on both arms slowly tightened and bulged. The red secret door in front of him was not big, but it was heavy, like bricks and stones.

Sweat was faintly visible on the little monk's head, so he pushed the secret door open forcefully.

The narrow door embedded in the temple wall slowly opened.

As far as I could see, a deep and silent mountain forest spread out in front of me.

In the distance, the sun was about to set from the top of the mountain, and it was dark in the dense forest, only large shadows that seemed to be glowing with blood could be seen.

The little monk glanced around, found nothing unusual, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Turn around and drill back into the Buddhist temple, reach out and pull the old monk, and walk towards the outside of the temple...

After leaving the temple this time, I must find a way to spread the news here, find those real eminent monks, find my uncles, uncles, and brothers.

The little monk secretly made up his mind.

however…

The moment he walked out of the gate, his muscles tensed and he froze in place.

The mountain breeze is gentle, the sun is getting dimmer, and the last sunset seems to disappear from the eyes, and the sound of the leaves whirling from far to near, as if the waves are ringing in the ears.

In the dense forest right in front of you.

A streak of blood-colored pupils quietly appeared at some point, and they all looked at the little monk without blinking.

"The world is like a prison, but the Buddha is a demon!"

sand!
sand!
sand!
In the sound of rubbing leaves and branches.

Those tall figures moved forward slowly, revealing their true faces hidden in the dense forest.

The tall, majestic host, who is only seven or eight years old, has cute baby fat on his face. He is tall and thin. He always brings delicious pastries for himself when he comes back from the mountain. He also has a face. If Hubao has nine black dragons tattooed on his body...

In Kongshan Temple, hundreds of monks who disappeared all appeared in front of the young monk.

however…

At this moment, seeing his senior brothers and uncles, the little monk Xinhai not only did not feel at ease, but was filled with despair.

In front of him.

Those monks who were originally exquisite in Dharma seemed to be flying stiff, with indigo skin, sharp fangs tearing their lips like a file, with sticky dark red blood streaks, bulging crazily, and a strong bloody smell, turning into substance It's like coming out.

"Everyone, everyone..."

The little monk was trembling all over, his hands and feet were icy cold, and cold sweat flowed down his smooth head like a small river.

In the entire monastery, all the people turned into man-eating monsters.

Such a fact is indeed a bit too unacceptable for such a young monk who has lived in this temple since he was a child.

"bring it on…"

Suddenly, Kongshan Temple, who was walking in the front, spoke.

In his eyes, there seems to be an infinite vortex born, which makes people's soul fall into it involuntarily, sinking in it forever.

"Xinhai..." There was no ups and downs in his tone, but there was an irresistible temptation, "Join us, become a Buddha with us, and step into the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss."

"No!"

The little monk Xinhai hurriedly shook his head, and loudly argued, "Master Master, wake up quickly. How did you become like this..."

call out!
The howling wind sounded, and the dark red figure rushed towards the young monk's neck like a stream of light.

"Great King Kong Demon-Slayer!"

The little monk Xinhai is not very old, but his comprehension is very good. In addition, he has practiced in the Kongshan Temple since he was a child.

Although this palm was struck hastily, its power is extraordinary.

A golden light lit up in the air first, and then exploded like fireworks.

The Great Vajra Mudra exploded with full force, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere, and the strong wind driven by it blew down the dense forest in the distance.

Boom!

The bloody figure exploded into several pieces in the air, and the rain of blood along with the pieces of meat fell on the withered yellow grass.

The little monk focused his gaze, only to realize that the figure he had just been knocked into the air by him was actually a little junior with baby fat on his face, who liked to run around behind him the most.

only…

Now, this little junior, who was only six or seven years old, was blown into two pieces.

The internal organs flowed out from the broken chest and abdomen along with blood, but even with such heavy injuries, his upper body was still roaring continuously, crawling on the ground, dragging out a long bloodstain.

"Hmph, Xinhai, you can say that you are not a devil even if you can do such a heavy hand to the junior who likes you the most!"

Among the ghostly crowd in front of him, there was a sneer.

"No, I am not…"

Xinhai shook his head, retreated slowly, and at the same time defended palely.

But it's too late now.

Because, the former brothers and sisters were all doing their hands, and the aura on their bodies was vaguely connected, turning into a gray-black haze, soaring into the sky.

To make matters worse, suddenly, a cold and skinny hand rested on his shoulder.

Look back.

But he found that his master didn't know when, two tears of blood flowed from those dark eyes, and black mist also appeared on his body.

"Master! Could it be that even you..."

There were wolves in front and tigers in back. At this moment, the little monk was already full of despair.

However, just when he closed his eyes and was about to die.

A thin golden thread moved from far to near, and then quickly burned and bloomed, turning into a blazing sun, illuminating the sky.

The haze was billowing, and accompanied by the vast Sanskrit sound, a graceful figure appeared above the little monk's head.

"Dawei Tianlong, World-Honored One, Pramaha!"

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