My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

The thick cloud seems to be torn apart by the power of the world.

The shy moon disc hiding behind the clouds tried hard to sprinkle the cold moonlight, illuminating the weeping land.

The corpses of the twenty-eight evil cultivators all knelt on the ground, losing their breath of life. Even, the evil spirit on their bodies seemed to have dried up, leaving only bits and pieces.

Luo Hong, dressed in white, stood there, not taking off his evil cultivator mask.

With his eyes closed, twenty-eight evil cultivators, most of them five-rank evil cultivators, provided him with a large amount of evil spirit energy, which made the seventy-two evil bead rings in his dantian accumulate another third , now only one third away from the accumulation of consummation.

The capacity of his dantian has been expanded again. Every time he absorbs evil spirits from evil cultivators, the capacity of his dantian will be expanded. However, these expansions are not a big problem for Luo Hong, who originally had an astonishing dantian capacity.

Absorbing evil spirits, the righteous yang energy in his body became more and more intense. From a distance, he looked like a bright moon in the world, which seemed to be compared with the moon in the sky.

The entire mass grave was extremely quiet.

There is only the slight sound of the burned ashes of the ghost paper rolling across the ground under the breeze.

crunch...

It was the sound of stepping on gravel.

Monk Kuyue, dressed in white robes, walked slowly, with palms folded and a serious expression on his face.

Earlier, there was a strong evil spirit in the air, and even more terrifying murderous intentions surged. However, after a long time, the murderous intention disappeared, and the evil spirit evaporated.

When Monk Kuyue came on foot, he saw twenty-eight corpses kneeling all over the ground.

They all knelt down piously and lost their vitality.

Before they were alive, each of them was an evil and evil cultivator, killing people without blinking an eye, slaughtering the world, and being a villain on the most wanted list in Dali Temple.

They are all dead, is Master Luo stopping the killing by killing?

Monk Kuyue clasped his palms together.

Slowly said.

The moonlight was shining brightly on Luo Hong's body. Luo Hong's head was covered with silver threads, and he glanced sideways at the monk, with a playful smile on his mouth.

If they want to kill me, I will kill them, heavenly law.

Luo Hongdao.

You can save their lives, maybe, they can reform themselves, put down the butcher's knife, and become Buddhas immediately.

Monk Kuyue still frowned, said.

Luo Hong grinned: Wicked people have done so many evil things, and they can become Buddhas if they put down the butcher knife. Good people have done so many good things, so it's fine if they don't become Buddhas, and they will be hunted down and persecuted by wicked people...

Monk, why do you think it is? Is the Buddha partial?

Luo Hong's words made Monk Kuyue startled suddenly.

His lips murmured for a while, but he didn't know how to refute.

By the way, monk... I have another question.

Luo Hong twisted his neck, raised his hand, and held the ancient sword Dijiao.

The next moment, the wind blows all over the ground, and the sand and rocks roll.

Both the white gown and the white monk robe are flying.

Luo Hong, who was wearing half of the evil king's mask, had his cheek pressed against Monk Kuyue's cheek at some point, his silver hair was fluttering, and there was a faint sudden murderous intent, everywhere on the ground.

Monk Kuyue clasped his hands together, his eyes narrowed slightly.

You just wanted to kill me, did you want to kill me?

Luo Hong laughed.

hum!

The Gujian Dijiao flew by in an instant, making a slight trembling sound.

Amitabha.

Monk Kuyue's hair stood on end, and the feeling of being covered by a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood made him look extremely ugly. He didn't expect that Luo Hong only sensed a little murderous intent, and it was Thunder who wanted to kill him.

Pooh!

The Earth Flood Sword slashed across, and the sword energy shot out several meters, plowing a gully on the ground.

Monk Kuyue gritted his teeth and took a few steps back. His white monk robe was stained with blood, and a severed arm flew into the sky and landed on the ground.

The remaining arm is still standing in front of the body.

Chop off your arm, next time, it will be your head.

If you have murderous intentions for me, then don't hide and hide, just burst out. If I am killed by you, it will be my life.

Luo Hong glanced at Monk Kuyue's face and said.

Besides, even a half-assed buddha like you is not worthy of killing me. I have a Buddha in my heart. Where is your Buddha?

When Monk Kuyue heard the words, his body trembled as if he had been struck by thunder, and he knelt down on the ground.

He stared blankly at Yuehua.

His arm was cut off, and his heart was punished...

Monk Kuyue felt confused, he couldn't answer Luo Hong's question, he couldn't dodge Luo Hong's sword, he couldn't refute Luo Hong's murder...

What kind of Buddha does he cultivate?

In the carriage.

Zhao Donghan woke up leisurely, he seemed to have experienced a spring and autumn dream, in which countless evil cultivators were besieging and beating him, and even ghosts were strangling his neck.

Opening his eyes suddenly, the scar on Zhao Donghan's face squirmed.

Young master!

With a cry of grief, he rushed out of the carriage, and the frightened horse neighed for a while.

However, Zhao Donghan, who had just gotten out of the carriage, saw a scene engraved on his head that would never be forgotten in this life.

The afterglow of the moonlight is shining, like the clothes of Qing Dynasty.

The young master in white clothes flutters his hands behind his back, his silver hair spread out, and the moonlight is reflected on his body, and the aura of Zhengyang and the bright moon in the sky reflect each other into brilliance.

Around, twenty-eight corpses of evil cultivators knelt down piously, lowering their eyebrows and bowing their heads, as if they were kneeling again to a fairy who walked out of the gate of heaven, or kneeling again to a bodhisattva who crossed them out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Monk Kuyue had a broken arm, but he was staring at the young master in a daze.

Buddhist disciples are also impressed by the temperament of the young master, are Buddhist disciples also crossed by the young master?

Zhao Donghan ignored the pain in the back of his neck, clenched his fists, watched this scene, and took a deep breath.

Those twenty-eight cultivators were all evil cultivators, and it could be seen from their hideous appearances, but just like this, all twenty-eight evil cultivators died here.

My son is unparalleled in the world!

Zhao Donghan roared in his heart.

Excitedly climbed out of the carriage.

And Luo Hong glanced at Zhao Donghan, because he fainted, so the evil cultivators didn't go to anger Zhao Donghan, Zhao Donghan was quite energetic at the moment.

Luo Hong sighed, whose guards are like this.

As a son, it is really difficult for him to think about the safety of the guards.

Take off the mask of the evil king, and the silver hair is back to the blue silk.

Under Zhao Donghan's concerned eyes, Luo Hong got into the carriage.

Old Zhao, the sacrifice is over, go back to the city.

A faint voice came from the carriage, carrying a bit of fatigue.

Hearing the distressing exhaustion in the young master's voice, Zhao Donghan couldn't help but take a deep breath, glanced at the corpses all over the floor, and then at the bewildered monk Kuyue with a broken arm, and gulped his saliva.

A world-shattering battle has already been imagined in his mind.

The scene of twenty-eight evil cultivators kneeling devoutly and being crossed by the young master.

The sound of horseshoes burst.

Like three black lightning bolts, they traveled through the night, and soon appeared in Jishan Village, and then continued to move forward, rushing to the mass grave.

The aura left by many fifth-rank evil cultivators was extremely suppressed, making Luo Feng's complexion gradually ugly.

Fangzheng's meticulous face flickered with seriousness.

Going here, I feel that there is a danger of life and death. What happened to Mr. Luo Hong with such a terrifying evil cultivator? !

And Ziwei's delicate body was trembling.

Suddenly.

Their vision expanded, and they saw twenty-eight kneeling corpses, and they also saw the bitter moon monk with a broken arm, sprinkled in the moonlight.

Their hearts were all shocked.

The wheels rolled over the gravel on the ground, and there was a crashing sound.

A horse-drawn carriage traveled leisurely.

Zhao Donghan sat in the driver's seat, driving the carriage slowly, and happened to see Luo Feng, Zi Wei and Fang Zheng.

Luo Feng looked at Zhao Donghan, and his eyes jumped to the carriage compartment covered by the curtain.

what happened?

Luo Hong was safe and sound, but there were twenty-eight corpses of evil cultivators left here...

What kind of battle is going on here?

They came late and knew nothing.

Seeing that Luo Feng seemed to be about to ask something, Zhao Donghan couldn't help raising his hand when he thought of the young master's weary voice, and raised an index finger to his lips, signaling to Luo Feng.

My lord is tired, don't bother me.

Zhao Donghan lowered his voice and said.

Luo Feng was startled, nodded solemnly, and also lowered his voice.

Zhao Zhuangshi will come to the county government later.

When Zhao Donghan heard this, he felt a little shy. Of course he knew what he was doing at the county government office. The case records recorded that he had experience.

But the main reason is... he was drowsy during this battle.

However, judging from the results of the battle, Zhao Donghan felt that it should not be much different from what he imagined.

The young master is a disciple of the master, full of righteous yang energy, inviolable by ghosts and evil spirits, he is the real nemesis of evil cultivators, with the sword raised, he arouses a long river of mighty energy, and crosses these evil cultivators!

Zhao Donghan has a plan in mind.

Facing Luo Feng, he nodded solemnly.

Afterwards, he whipped his whip sharply and drove away.

In the carriage, Luo Hong was sinking his mind at the moment, refining the evil energy he had absorbed, and didn't think much about the conversation between Zhao Donghan and Luo Feng outside the carriage.

...

After Luo Hong left.

Luo Feng walked towards Monk Kuyue, and Kuyue just stood up indifferently, facing Luo Feng's question, without the slightest thought of answering, grabbed her severed arm, and left in Yuehua.

Luo Feng pouted, sure enough, Zhao Zhuangshi was more approachable.

Luo Feng, who is an official of the imperial court, is very disdainful of the monk of Wangchuan Temple who speaks of Buddha.

Ignoring the departing monk Kuyue, Luo Feng took Ziwei, Fang Zheng and the others to confirm the corpses of these evil cultivators.

While confirming, he took a deep breath.

These evil cultivators are all of one color and five grades. They are all masters who have committed major crimes, and they are all evil cultivators from heaven and earth that have not been registered!

The big case is about to be solved!

Luo Feng was overjoyed, as if following in the footsteps of Mr. Luohong, he had solved a major case of evil cultivators!

As expected of Mr. Luo, the evil cultivator's nemesis!

After another half an hour, the police officers from the Anping County Government came rushing over.

Just under Luo Feng's arrangement, they transported the corpses of these evil cultivators back to Anping County together.

...

In the jungle.

Huang Chao was covered in cold sweat. Twenty-eight evil cultivators, eighteen of them five-rank evil cultivators, unexpectedly all died and were killed by Luo Hong.

He hid in the dense forest, and he saw it clearly. Seeing the crushing battle, he felt a chill all over his body.

Mr. Luo Hong is an evil cultivator, but the righteous yang energy in his body is extremely strong, which has a great suppressing effect on evil cultivators... It's really too contradictory.

However, what is certain is that such an existence will surely soar into the sky in the future. The son of Luo Hou, the grandson of King Zhenbei, is at least a hero. Since I have followed him, I will follow him well. My greatest value now is It is placed in the evil gate of heaven and earth, so I can't be exposed, and I even have to keep climbing, the higher the climb, the higher the value!

Huang Chao's eyes flickered, he made up his mind, then spread his wings, turned into a night bat, and disappeared into the dense forest.

...

In the middle of the night, the carriage drove back to Anping County.

Back to Luofu.

Blind Yuan in the pavilion heard the voice, couldn't help smiling, tapped the ground with a bamboo stick, and returned to the room.

Luo Hong got out of the carriage, and originally wanted to go to Luo Xiaoxiao's yard to tell Xiaoxiao a story, but he was a little overwhelmed by the evil spirit, so he had to go back to his room to digest it.

And Zhao Donghan settled the carriage, fed the horses some grass, and left Luo Mansion under the increasingly cold moonlight.

Hurry to the direction of the county government.

PS: Monday, looking for freshly released recommendation tickets~

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