Chapter 898: Two hundred and two

Chapter 898 Chapter 202: Conflict
This Raksha-like man was the first fierce realm Tang Luo saw after entering Vimalakitawara. Unlike ordinary warriors, what flows inside this person is not pure spiritual power, but a mixture of various The spiritual power of this kind of evil spirit, it is reasonable to say that there is such a huge evil spirit in the body, even the warrior of the fierce state should be violent, twisted and manic, but this male monk looks ugly, but is exceptionally peaceful, and everyone along the way. greet.
And everyone in this city of Hyderabad, when they saw this man, they would bow their hands together and salute religiously, and some even knelt on the ground and threw their bodies to the ground.
It seemed that the man with the appearance of the Rakshasa should be a remarkable person, but Tang Luo didn't even know. He stood in the middle of the road with a full face and looked up at the surrounding buildings from time to time, a little confused in annoyance.
Although the wind media has collected the peculiarities of Vimalakitara into materials for Tang Luo's review, most of it is anecdotal and anecdote. By the way, because of the inheritance, what the residents of Vimalakitara would say will be It is slightly different from Mandarin.
Tang Luo had expected this for a long time, but he did not expect that this non-Tianxiu clan would change the words beyond recognition. Standing in the city of Hyderabad, there was no word he could recognize, let alone How he extended the six senses, he didn't hear a word of mandarin.
Ming Ming Zhongzhou was the birthplace of Mandarin, but at this time it was completely different, and Tang Luo was in a foreign city and was caught blind for a while.
While Tang Luo was thinking, the man with the appearance of Raksha also discovered this mysterious figure hidden behind the mask. He stepped forward and said a word to Tang Luo.
Obviously, the other party was communicating with him, but Tang Luo was inexplicably desperate because he couldn't understand at all, so he could only shake his vocal cords with spiritual power and asked in a hoarse voice: "Do you know how to speak Mandarin?"
Hearing Tang Luo's words, the man with the appearance of Raksha looked confused. Such an expression already explained the problem. Tang Luo didn't want to waste time, so he planned to leave.
But as soon as he took a step, he keenly felt that the atmosphere of the whole street had changed.
The faces of the crowd of onlookers were full of horror and anxiety, as if they were surprised by Tang Luo's unreasonableness, while the man with Raksha's face was full of anger, and a fierce aura burst out of his body, and the dark red lines were instantly clothed like a spider web. The man's face made the face that was the same as Raksha even more hideous.
It seems that this guy wants to do something to himself, who gave you the courage?
Twelve Falling Yuan Magnetic Beads flew out, three in a group. They locked the limbs of the angry man with the magnetic force. Suddenly, the man hadn't recovered from the shock of the magnetic lock. Was strangled by the neck.
An aura that was more violent and ferocious than the Raksha-looking man came out of Tang Luo's body, arrogantly tore the evil spirit around the opponent's body, and the masked man was fierce and fierce.
At this time, the man with the appearance of Rakshasa had his limbs locked by the elemental magnetic beads, his breath was suppressed, his neck and heels were tightly held by the man in front of him, no longer being as arrogant as he was just now.
Maybe it was because he was closed for too long, and he was worshipped for too long, making him almost forget how big this world should be.
As Feitian who had just reached the realm of Asura, how could he not feel the tyrannical strength hidden in the opponent's hands, as long as he tried hard, he would separate himself.
This kind of realization made the Raksha-like man fear in his heart, and his eyes were full of begging for mercy.
"It is said that the Feitian clan is militant and good at fighting. Looking at you, I am beginning to doubt the authenticity of the legend.
The hoarse voice sounded again, Tang Luo casually threw the man away, and took back the twelve falling Yu Yuan magnetic beads.
As soon as the Raksha man regained his freedom, he hurried back a few steps, rubbing his neck, whispering something, his eyes flickering.
The embarrassing situation repeated itself again, but this time the man with the appearance of Raksha could not maintain his aloof appearance. Obviously, Tang Luo's ferocity just left a very deep impression on him.
So when the tall and thin man wearing a star gown and a mask walked past him again, he froze and dared to turn his head for a while.
Tang Luo is not interested in paying attention to the other party’s mental history. He is now satisfied with finding a translator who can speak Mandarin, although he has done it since he planned to come to Vimojtahara. Strong psychological preparation, but seeing those devout believers along the way made his attitude soften.
These people travel thousands of miles away, with their families, young and old, and all their belongings, in order to come for a pilgrimage. Every building here, every Buddha statue, is these devout believers, building them bit by bit. Yes, and once he decides to do it, then this magnificent city of Hyderabad and the holy temple will become history forever.
Destroying is always easier than building. Although Tang Luo is dressed like a villain, he doesn't want to destroy the things that others cherish, because it doesn't make him happy.
As for the conflict with the Raksha-like man, to be honest, Tang Luo didn't care at all, so he wandered away, but he didn't know what kind of storm was set off in Hyderabad just now.
In Hyderabad, a pair of brothers and sisters are talking in the room.
Although the house was very simple, it was cleaned up, and the few homes of the two were neatly arranged, not like the mess of ordinary poor people.
The boy is the elder brother, dark and thin, just like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with bright eyes.
The younger sister is pure and pure, like a believer who is better than poor.
"Mei, Master Kolanda is in the city at this time. If he can be selected as a saint, he can go to Ned with him, serve the gods, and listen to the teachings of the protector, so that he can be reborn in the next life. Clan, Amei, you must seize this opportunity!"
When the boy talked, there seemed to be light in his eyes, and his pride was beyond words. Although he said words of encouragement, in his eyes, there was no one more suitable to be a saint than his sister.
But the white and pure girl didn't think so in her heart, and she cried out almost as soon as the boy finished speaking.
"Brother, Sanglu doesn't want to choose a saint. Sanglu is not ready yet, why not next time?"
"What next time!" The boy anxiously said, "You should go to choose a saint three years ago, but said that you did not memorize the Scriptures for fear of blaspheming the protector of the law. But I know that you only have to hear the scriptures once Wen will be able to remember that two or three times he will be familiar with it. You are born to be a saint. The last time my brother followed you, this time I can't let your temper anymore!"
(End of this chapter)