Chapter 187: The return of the empress

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The young monk raised his palm while talking.
Under the pressure of Yan Zhao's palm, the young monk began to step back step by step.
This retreat is also eighteen steps.
Every time he stepped back, his strength and momentum suddenly skyrocketed.
After eighteen steps, an eighteen storey clearly appeared.
The eighteen layers of in Yanzhao are upwards, like towers.
The eighteen levels of of this young monk are just the other way round. The layers are downward, as if an overhanging pagoda, with the base on top and the top of the tower washed down.
After his eighteen steps back, Yan Zhao could hardly move forward.
It is not that Yan Zhao ’s own strength has decayed, but that the strength of the other party has skyrocketed.
The dark Buddha condensed by his palms, with his eyes open, is also flashing with a captivating light.
Yan Zhao's heart sank suddenly.
He made a blow, and it wasn't important how the other party responded, but his own strength spurred it to the extreme, sending out the strongest blow in his life.
If you can do it all, it is naturally the best.
But now, it seems that hope is lost.
The other party did return him to hell.
But it is different from the step-by-step on the magic palm side.
The opponent's step by step also forcibly increased the level of strength between his moves, giving birth to the essence in true form.
The person in the thirteenth state transcends the limit and urges the power of the fourteenth state.
Speaking of it, it seems that the step-up is not as big as that of Yan Zhao.
However, the young monk was only slightly pale, with the character "卍" turning slowly on his eyebrow.
Unlike his Yan Zhao, the attack fell on his opponent and his body was about to collapse.
The other party will show step by step, and will not pay for life!
Not even much loss.
Look at it, it is just a loss of vitality.
Although it is not known whether this young monk can continuously perform such a peerless school, at least, after fighting this palm, he definitely has the strength to fight again.
Yan Zhao looked at the eighteen layers of hanging upside down, and realized something.
Sinuotuo stole the magic in the past, but had to read the pieces, trying to make up for it, and got a plausible step by step.
At this moment, in his own eyes, there is a complete orthodox version.
In the magic palm, step by step hell's true colors.
After the two forces collided together, the dark Buddha condensed by Yan Zhao's palms and the eighteen layers of began to annihilate and shatter!
Although it is also the power level of the fourteenth realm, the full version of Rugao's clutches slams the fragment itself.
The collision between the two forces suddenly triggered a severe earthquake on the snowy plateau.
On the Daxue Mountain near this area, the mountain collapsed and an avalanche broke out.
The rapid river valley collapsed and the river was buried.
The earth cracked, spreading around, forming a number of rift valleys like the dragon.
Yan Zhao had no suspense at all.
Regardless of victory or defeat, his life has come to an end.
The tall, majestic young body has once again been described as withered and withered.
Yan Zhao Muran stood on the spot without any resentment or anger, but just stared at the young monk slightly.
The other person looked at him with a smile: "So, there is no regret that the donor should go."
After he paused for a moment, he folded his palms together: "The karma breaks the three realms, so will the poor monk. You do n’t have any chance with the donor, but the poor monk is very curious. How do you learn the karma break three realms? of."
"Lao Shi wants to know, how many are there like a complete palm? Can you see the complaint?" Yan Zhao did not answer the question.
But he didn't wait for the answer, or rather, he didn't want to get the answer.
After saying a word, he closed his eyes calmly.
Then there was no breath.
The old generation of demon teachers died.
The young monk shook his head, his body crossed Yan Zhao's body, and chased after others like Tan Yunsheng who ran to the distance.
After he passed Yan Zhao's body, the body turned into flying ash and ceased to exist.
The young monk quickly overtook Tan Yunsheng.
However, after catching up with Tan Yunsheng, he showed a stunned face.
The kind-hearted, chubby old man who was always smiling, after sending out the information, knew that he couldn't run away, so he just stopped.
He glanced over at the follower of the demon disciple who ran along with him, sighing: "It's all a good boy, I'm sorry for you.
Then, a wide cold knife spread out.
A knife-like light like a full moon spreads around him, killing all who accompanied him.
When the young monk chased after him, he saw a tragic scene. Tan Yunsheng was surrounded by corpses, and he stood quietly in place.
Like the talented Yan Zhao, he also has no vitality.
As the day passed, Tan Yunsheng smiled at the young monk and closed his eyes.
The young monk's face disappeared for the first time, solemnly looking at Tan Yunsheng's corpse, and after a long silence, he turned away.
He returned to the Buddhist temple shrouded in black lotus light and shadow.
Another monk greeted the temple: "Holy Lord."
"Transfer it here, or it may be destroyed, and you will die in vain," said the young monk.
He glanced at the temple.
A seemingly peaceful scene, there are some locals praying to Buddha in the temple.
It looks no different from the Middle-earth Buddhist gate temple.
But it's just the atmosphere.
If you see all kinds of evil artifacts such as white bone Buddha statues, blood-stained Buddha buildings, etc., no one will think that this is a regular temple.
The people who pray here reverently look peaceful and happy, but their eyes are more or less dull.
The temple abbot bowed to the young monk and said, "Respect the law of the Lord."
The young monk nodded, went out of the temple and headed west.
Cross the plateau, come to the edge of the flat zone, step into the snowy mountains that seem to have no end, the young monks traveled all the way, and finally came under a mountain peak.
On the top of the mountain, a black treasure tree stood suddenly.
The snow-capped mountains are all white in the eyes. Only this black treasure tree never seems to belong here, but it is like the center of this snow and ice world.
Here, the Donkey Kong Monastery and the Devils had been explored in that year, and there was no special existence at that time.
At this moment, the black treasure tree appeared as if out of nowhere, standing on the top of the Snow Mountain.
Under the treasure tree, there was an old monk who was settled alone.
The young monk came to him without a word, but stood silently.
After a while, the old monk opened his eyes.
The young monk saluted him: "Master."
"What is it?" The old monk asked.
"Master, the disciples met someone who stole the palm of the god. It is not like the sinner who passed on to God. It should be the outsider who learned the palm of the after the death of the sinner." The young monk replied: "And this person knows the karma and the three realms. . "
The old monk asked, "The three realms of complete karma?"
"It seems specious and incomplete." The young monk replied: "It should be a reference to the satanic piece of the sinner's palm, and it is a frustration, but it is indeed the karma of the Three Realms. Disciples think there should be other references."
The old monk said: "Did you not collect the news before? The previous owner of this snowfield was a gate named Da King Kong Temple. He practiced the dharma law of the King Zong, and there was a martial art called King Kong Sword. If we refer to it in reverse, we do have a chance to try to break the realm. "
The young monks clasped their palms together: "The disciples also made this conjecture. They intended to capture the other party for questioning and confirmation, but unfortunately this man died and the disciples were incompetent and did not get a living."
After all, he described Yan Zhao's step by step to hell.
After listening, the old monk gently shook his head: "The sinner Tudu is endlessly poisonous."
Then I stopped talking about it and asked, "After you play against the other party, you may be able to determine whether the other party has a history of ancient gods?"
The young monk replied: "It seems that there is a martial arts broad cold sword recorded in the Taiyin Shinshu, which really looks like a preaching of the ancient gods, but when they are dressed, they are not like the ancient gods.
As a result of the disciples' outings these days, although there is a force in the heavens and the earth called the Ancient Deities, they seem to be unaware of the existence of Red Dust.
Disciples speculate that they may be a branch of the ancient gods here.
But it is uncertain whether they have a close connection with ancient theology. "
Speaking of which, the young monk's face was slightly gloomy: "If it is closely linked, then the palm they stole from Sinuotuo, ancient gods may also have obtained ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Don't be too busy to conclude Take down this side of the world, everything is natural and clear. "The old monk said:" Stable and steady, first collect as much information as possible, we are still very strange here. "
The young monks clasped their palms together: "Yes, Master."
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The ancient peaks in the southern desert, Chen Luoyang came out of Zhu Rongfentian array, and instructed the elder Xie Chong to properly guard the large array and not to make trouble again.
He then returned to his residence to rest.
At this moment, the atmosphere of the ancient Shenfeng was slightly tense.
On the one hand, the day of the decisive battle between the master of the family and the master of the alien race is approaching.
On the one hand, there was a second outbreak of the fire lava beneath the ancient peak.
Zhang Tianheng, the first head of the newly-appointed White Tiger Hall, was in a terrible mood.
Prior to the Northern Expedition of the leader, a large number of Xuanwu Palace disciples accompanied by Su Wei, the first commander of the Xuanwu Palace, accompanied the main altar's internal security work on the shoulders of the White Tiger Palace.
Now there is trouble again, tripping on the same stone twice, not only the elder Xie Chong and You Shi make Wang Fei's face dull, the upper and lower sides of the White Tiger Hall can't hang up.
Although Zhang Tianheng just took office, he is still in the stage of understanding the environment. If something really happens is strictly forgiven, Zhang Tianheng himself cannot accept it, and regards it as a great shame.
So it was not long before Su Qing's limelight passed a few days ago, and a cleanup raid was launched on the ancient Shenfeng.
The eyes of Xie Chong, Wang Fei, Zhang Tianheng, etc. were almost green, to see who looked like spies.
Knowing the truth of the matter, Chen Luoyang did not make this clearing up in order to prevent everyone from self-dangering, affecting the unity and daily life of the whole religion.
Prestige Rilong's handsome appearance made Zhang Tianheng, Wang Fei, etc. slightly stable.
However, just at this time, he got another news.
At the first seat of Suzaku, the emperor Yan Mingkong returned.