With a snort of cold before dawn, Zhuge simply ignored it, threw the chain brick back in his hand, stepped out in front of the ancient temple and shouted, "Come out! Also my friend’s cultivation! "
"This is his destiny." There was a rich voice from the ancient temple.
"What fate is not fate! Come out and explain it to me! " Zhuge clung to the plank brick before dawn, and his long white hair stood on end.
"I’ll explain it to you when you calm down." The voice of the magic monk in the ancient temple came again.
Zhuge took a deep breath before dawn and shouted coldly, "Good! If you don’t come out, right? I don’t believe you can stay in it forever, or I’ll break your ruined temple if you don’t come out! "
"Ha ha ha ha!"
At this time, there was a wild long laugh from the ancient temple: "What a proud young man, he is very similar to me in those days. If someone dared to talk to me like that in those days, I would definitely rip his head off!" ！”
Exalting, the magic cloud in the sky rolled violently, and a huge "swastika" was printed down, and it was photographed directly towards Zhuge.
Zhuge Liang smiled and said, "Don’t pretend to be an expert in front of me! I asked you to return my friend’s cultivation! " After that, the brick in Zhuge’s hand suddenly turned into a celestial monument and smashed up.
Ps: Alas, the names of these two chapters are wrong again. Let’s make do with it.
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Chapter 726 The return of the demon monk (below)
"Boom!"
Large magic gas poured down, and the whole darkness fell, as if the sky had been reversed by half. . . The turbulent magic gas formed a huge "swastika" seal, which fell down towards Zhuge.
"ah! ！”
Zhuge screamed at dawn and danced wildly, holding high the huge celestial monument turned into bricks in his hand. Accompanied by the surging sound of wind and thunder, the huge word "swastika" was printed under the bricks and turned into black gas all over the sky. And Zhuge didn’t shine because of this anti-shock force. Rao is his seven-star treasure. Just now, I felt my arm slightly numb when I impressed the word "swastika".
"I see how long you hide!" Zhuge drank before dawn, and with a wave of his hand, a nearby mountain was pulled up from a distance by Zhuge before dawn and thrown at the ancient temple.
"Boom!"
When the peak was within ten feet of the fierce ancient temple, it suddenly broke into stone chips all over the sky.
"Brother Zhuge, wait!" Seeing that Zhuge was about to go forward again before dawn, the silent monk suddenly stopped him and said, "I know who he is, and I know why he wants to take away my cultivation!" Because my inheritance … is from him! "
"Your inheritance?" Zhuge didn’t blink for a moment, but immediately came to his senses, and his face changed slightly. "You mean … he was the demon monk 20,000 years ago."
"It must be!" The silent monk nodded.
Zhuge Buliang looked strangely towards the ancient temple. The demon monk was a legendary figure. Although he came from Buddhism, he was willing to fall into the magic sword. He practiced both magic and Buddha, and left a bloody battle in the wild fairy land. His strength and fame were not under the name of impermanence.
"Hum! Even if there is any? Do you think you are the ancestor when you rob others of their cultivation privately? " Zhuge didn’t light up, and grunted coldly in the direction of the ancient temple.
With a bitter smile on his face, the silent monk said in the direction of the ancient temple, "Maybe it’s really fate. My existence is just to make wedding dresses for others …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
"bang!"
The door of the ancient temple was opened again, and the monk who seemed to be magical and non-magical, like Buddha and non-Buddha, came out of it. His hands were still folded, but there was no compassion in his eyes. Instead, he was afraid of everything. Staring at the silent monk, I nodded profoundly and said, "Are you my inheritor?"
The wordless monk nodded and said, "The seniors participated in nature, but the younger generation could not understand the true meaning."
"Hum!" Zhuge snorted without knowing it: "If you understand it thoroughly, he will not be able to absorb your cultivation."
From the tone, we can hear that Zhuge Buliang has no good impression on the man of the hour 20,000 years ago, even though he is standing opposite to the ancestor of the ancestors of the hundred families, but what he has done is really unacceptable, and he has learned from others without authorization, even though it is inherited from his strength, it is also the result of others’ lifelong efforts.
The demon monk looked at Zhuge and suddenly laughed, "Do you really think so? The inheritance I left in those years, anyone who practices it, will become the strength after my return, even if his cultivation has surpassed me. "
"overbearing! What is the difference between this and a robber? " Zhuge is not bright.
The demon monk smiled and said, "You can regard me as a robber, which is the uniqueness of my skill. However, there is nothing I can do about it. Before I leave, the play has been laid out. If you want to ask why, hey hey, I can only tell you that all this is arranged by your immortal emperor. "
"Fairy emperor! ？” Zhuge Liang and the silent monk were all surprised. They looked at each other and said, "What does this have to do with the immortal emperor?"
The demon monk stared at the two men with bright eyes. After a moment, he said, "I’m actually just a fairy body of the demon monk, and his real Yuan God is not here. Twenty thousand years ago, I went out with the immortal emperor, but unfortunately it was broken. The main yuan god was sealed by a powerful magic weapon, and only the fairy escaped. Later, I came to the Buddhist prison and sank it to Kyushu. "
"Did you take the Buddhist prison away?" Zhuge asked without light.
"Of course, I am the owner of the Buddhist prison!" The demon monk said with some pride.
"So what do you want now? Get back your Yuan God and reshape * *? " Zhuge is not bright.
The spirit body of the demon monk nodded: "Yuan God must get it back, but the body can’t be reorganized so easily. Moreover, I have already felt the changes in this world, and all the hundred families have returned. I believe that the existence of the outer battlefield has already appeared, and I have no time to reorganize the flesh. "
Zhuge Liang didn’t shine. "That’s true. Chaos has really been to the fairyland?"
"what! Chaos has appeared in the universe! ？” When the demon monk heard this, he was taken aback.
Zhuge did not highlight his head and said, "But now it has been beaten back by the immortals for a while, but I believe that chaos will launch a general attack soon, and then it will be the time for a real war."
The demon monk was silent for a few minutes and took a deep breath: "Good! Then I have to restore my original strength quickly. " As he spoke, the demon monk looked at the silent monk, and a strange light could be clearly seen in his eyes.
"What do you want?" Zhuge Liang did not shine before the silent monk, and his heart moved slightly, as if he had guessed the attempt of the demon monk’s spirit.
The spirit of the demon monk said, "There is only one way now, and that is to let me melt into this man’s body and let him become the flesh of my heart."
"What did you say!" Zhuge raised his eyebrows and said, "You are going to take away his body. What about my friend?"
"He will be a part of me." The demon monk’s spirit has made no secret of it.
"Come on! It’ s just that you took his cultivation, and now you have to take the flesh! " Zhuge grasped the plank brick before dawn and stood in front of the silent monk.
"pa!"
At this time, the silent monk patted Zhuge’s dull shoulder and cried and laughed: "Brother Zhuge, I know you are doing good for me, but I still want to fulfill this elder."
"You are crazy!" Zhuge didn’t light up and shouted, "Don’t you know that you will disappear?"
"I know …" The wordless monk nodded bitterly: "Maybe it’s my destiny, as this elder said. How can I violate it? Now that I’m like this, I can’t contribute to the future battles. I might as well fulfill my predecessors and leave it for the last battle, but I can still make a modest contribution to the store. Buddhist language has a cloud; Who will go to hell if I don’t go to hell? "
"Don’t talk to me about your Buddhism, what’s more, you have misunderstood it. That sentence should be that I don’t go to hell, and whoever loves it will go down."