Chapter 913: Two hundred and seventeen

Chapter 913 Chapter 217: Embarrassment
"Is this warning me?"
There is endless cold light in the eyes of Gouchen's mask, which indicates that the owner is in an extremely bad mood now.
Although it has long been known that the forces that can be passed down from the ancient times to the present are somewhat capable of pressing the bottom of the box, the connection between the non-Tian clan and the Buddhist kingdom is still beyond Tang Luo's expectations.
The great Zen master of the Buddha Kingdom is a master-level powerhouse who has completed the incarnation of the body. With such a character sitting in the center, Tang Luo really has no way to break into the temple on his own.
But this way, it meant the failure of Gouchen's first birth, which made Tang Luo feel better.
But when he felt Tang Luo's displeasure, he finally smiled from the bottom of his heart.
The holy monk of Hyderabad patiently explained so much to the other party, wasn't it just to let Tang Luo know that he could not enter the Temple of Vita with his own power alone.
"Of course Jiuda is not provoking Mr. Jiuda, but I want to tell him that now only Jiuda can help Mr. Jiuda, and only Mr. Jiuda can help Mr. Jiuda."
The shriveled old man suddenly burst into golden light in his eyes, and said vigorously: "When Jiu Da becomes the pope of the non-heaven race, the gentleman will not only eradicate the evil spirit in the body, but also get a strong ally. Together you will benefit both, sir. Why not do it?"
"Powerful?" Tang Luo looked up and down at the tormented Qiu Da, and said lightly: "Forgive me, I can't tell, how can an old man who died soon be called a powerful ally?"
According to Tang Luo’s estimate of Jiuda, if he continues to practice on Jiuda, he will be tortured to death by the blood evil for at most ten years. It stands to reason that he should take a good rest, but this old liar is dying. Now, they are so coveted for the position of the pope, and the desire in their eyes seems to lift the roof of the palace. Such a person is probably the most unsuitable choice for allies.
Tang Luo would rather find another way than to hook up with this kind of person. After all, he is walking around the rivers and lakes, and who doesn't have many master friends.
And he didn't get angry when he heard the teasing jioda. He just breathed deeply, and between a few breaths and breaths, the original shriveled body unexpectedly changed.
The suffocation between heaven and earth flows into Jiuda’s mouth and nose, and his body, after countless suffocation is injected, gets crazy enhancement. With the sound of "click", Jioda’s body becomes taller and stronger, and his muscles support. The open monk robe surging out, the dark red evil aura flowing on his body, like a real Asura coming to the world.
Seeing that Jiuda became like this, Tang Luo behind the mask sneered: "Taking the evil spirits of heaven and earth as the source, the miracle of Master Jiuda is really eye-opening! This seat is too optimistic! I thought that the master still had ten years of life. Looking at it now, I am afraid that he will not survive in five years."
The tall and sturdy Jiuda shook his fist gently, feeling the powerful force that had been forgotten for a long time, and smiled at Tang Luo in a full-bodied voice: "It seems that the master's martial arts training is still above the Jiuda's estimate. Jiuda thinks that he has only three years of life left!"
Just like the red-colored Raksha's Jiuda's face, he couldn't hide his joy, as if he had just picked up his two-year lifespan. Tang Luo said indifferently, "I only have this time, but I still want to fight for power. Doesn't the master feel tired?"
"Competing for power? It seems that Mr. Jiu Da has a misunderstanding!" The high and strong Jiu Da has not only become full of energy, but even his momentum has become wild. Although the words are humble, he has a puff of anger. Wanli's overbearing power: "The reason why Jiuda wants to fight for the pope is that he just doesn’t want to see the non-heaven tribe becoming weaker and weaker under the leadership of the Xiu clan. Sure! As long as Bensheng defeats Emperor Xiushi, he can become the pope of the temple and lead millions of believers to the right path!"
"Heh." Tang Luo sneered disdainfully, turning his head away, as if the dust on the window sill was more attractive than Jiuda.
It may be that the strength returned to the body contributed to Jiuda's temper, or the most beautiful blueprint in my heart was ignored and aggrieved. He has been kindly seeing Tang Luo's expression and slams his fists against the long table in anger. Said: "Sir, but he is questioning this saint!?"
The cracks spread from Jiuda's double fists towards Tang Luo's location. This is the secret strength of Jiuda. Shura is already known for physical skills, and the use of strength goes deep into his bones. Even a blow with anger is so amazing.
Perhaps Jiuda thought that Tang Luo's imperial ambassador Lei Ting was spiritual cultivation, and he would be shocked by the domineering power of the Shura Dao, so he would express his anger in this way, but what kind of person is Tang Luo, how could he be frightened by such a scene? .
The right hand placed on the table makes a fist and buckles it towards the table. The three strengths of urging, rushing, and shaking are the only one. The thunder of tigers and dragons resounded from the bones, and the fierce strength set off a storm in the temple. I don’t know how many years it took. The one-piece long table carved from the giant wood was immediately destroyed by strength and turned into a pile of powder. The howling strength pushed Jiuda back several steps, and also made Shura, who was full of anger, calmed down.
Tang Luo tilted his head, and the eyes exposed in the mask of Chen Chen were full of mockery, and said with disdain: "Sounding words are reserved for those ignorant believers. There is a vain power to frighten Xiaoxiao who is a rookie. Who gives you the courage to be in front of this seat? Called the Holy Father?"
As the voice fell, the tall and thin man in star robes stood up, and thirty-five azure-blue falling primal magnetic beads floated behind him, turning into a storm.
Accompanied by thunder, a harsh metal scraping sound sounded, which was Tang Luo's disdain: "You are already the master of Hyderabad, but there has never been true kindness in your heart. If you really want to take believers on the right path, It will not ban official characters in Mandarin, label all martial arts other than Shura Dao as heretics, and will not divide people into three, six or nine classes, and make them believe that some people are born to be inferior. Everything you do is nothing but It is necessary to maintain the temple's rule over the hearts of the people; not to open up the people's wisdom, but to fear that the people who have opened up will see the true face of the temple."
"Even a small Hyderabad can't be managed well, but they brazenly say that they want to take everyone to the right path. I can't listen to these empty talks, do you have any comments!?"
Jiuda, who had never been humiliated face to face, had a blush on his face, and the most secret part of his heart was torn apart naked, making him almost uncomfortable. Of course he heard the anxious cry of the guardian of the temple outside the door, as long as he gave a command These people will come in, but he knows that even if he can finally defeat the demon-like man in front of him, it will only hurt both sides. Then the grand blueprint in his heart will be really beautiful.
Suppressing the shame, Jiuda dissipated the evil spirit in his body, and apologized: "Juda and Mr. are not enemies. It is the Xiu clan of Ned City who really stopped him from proving. Right now we have the same enemy. Don’t hurt each other's harmony, Jiuda apologizes to Mr. for the impulse just now."
(End of this chapter)