Chapter 132

When he comes to Fusang tree, Han Jue notices that Murong Qi has come back. He meditates under the tree and thinks hard.

The black prison chicken is dozing in the tree, while Yang Tiandong is practicing. Xun Chang'an is sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking at the horizon. He doesn't know what he is thinking, and his back is sad.

Han Jue looked up and saw that there were still three suns in the sky.

The two little golden crowns couldn't get in, but they refused to leave. They were so persistent.

Murongqi saw Han Jue coming, and quickly got up to salute.

Han Jue nodded slightly.

Murong got up and asked nervously, "Shizu, can I ask for your advice?"

"What can I ask you?"

"There are thousands of ways in the world. Which one is the strongest? Kendo? "

"There is no strongest Tao, only the strongest practitioners."

"Shizu, I feel like I'm not suitable for kendo."

Murongqi looks worried. Recently, he often goes out to carry out missions. He finds that his combat effectiveness can't be as good as the legendary arrogants. He even feels that he is mediocre.

Han Jue asked quietly, "what do you think you are suitable for?"

"I don't know."

"Then go and learn. There are all kinds of magic arts in yuqingsheng sect. When you find one that suits you, come back to me and I'll give you some personal advice."

"Thank you, Shizu!"

Murong was surprised, saluted and left directly.

Han Jue looks at the Fusang tree. The Fusang tree is already very tall, and the Dixian calabash vine on the tree grows well, but he doesn't know when it will blossom and bear fruit.

After watching for a while, Han Jue went back to the congenital cave and began to practice the Ninth level of the six paths of samsara!

……

A year later.

Tens of thousands of orthodox monks are still practicing in the spacious prison hall.

There is a kind of evil spirit in the hall, which constantly erodes the spiritual power of the orthodox monks. The monks can only practice, resist tenaciously, and suffer unbearably.

Xing Hongxuan and Xi Xuan are also practicing.

Most of the time, the monks didn't communicate with each other, as if they were in seclusion.

Boom——

The gate of the main hall suddenly opened, and a big figure appeared. It was the greedy devil arhat.

Luohan, the greedy devil, glanced at the monks in the hall and said slowly: "you still have half a year. If you are willing to join the devil's way, you can report the devil's way outside the hall at any time. Half a year later, the ceremony will open. Those who do not want to surrender will become the sacrifice of the real devil!"

Leaving these words behind, Rohan turned around.

"Wait! I'd like to be a sorcerer! "

A middle-aged man called out and stood up tremblingly.

The friars around threw angry eyes at him.

One of them drew his sword to kill the middle-aged man.

A magic Qi appears out of thin air, blocks his sword from flying out, and then twines around the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looks surprised.

Seeing this, other friars couldn't restrain themselves.

"I'd like to join the magic way, too!"

"Me too!"

"Please protect us!"

"I don't want to die. I'm sorry, everyone!"

"Fellow Taoists, we have tried our best. We really can't do it!"

More and more monks stood up.

The disciples of yuqingshengzong also had twinkling eyes and restlessness.

Jiuding immortal said in a deep voice: "I, the disciple of yuqingshengzong, can only die in a dignified manner, and can't yield to the devil!"

Hearing the speech, the disciples of yuqingshengzong looked at each other, and no one stood up.

Xing Hongxuan calls to Chu Wu Jie, but Han never answers. She can only sigh.

In the current situation, Han can never help them.

Even if Han Jue comes here in person, it is impossible to cross the mountains and seas and come here in a short time.

You know, it took them decades to get here.

……

Five months later.

Murong visits Han Jue and says that he has found a way suitable for him.

Han Jue went out of the cave and took him to the Fusang tree to sit down.

Wudao sword also joined in the fun.

The black prison chicken on the tree opens his eyes and looks at them curiously.

"Shizu, I think the weapon that suits me is a gun, or a long soldier, but few practitioners use long soldiers. Long soldiers are more suitable for mortal wars." Murong said in distress.

Han is not surprised. He deserves to be the God of war.

It is true that the God of war mostly uses long soldiers, whether in mythology or in the world.

Han Jue waved, cut off a branch of Fusang tree, cut it into a wooden gun with spirit power, handed it to Murong Qi, and said, "from now on, it will be your gun."

Murong after catching up, Leng Leng, he did not dislike, but very unexpected.

Fusang tree is Han Jue's most precious treasure. It even attracts two suns. It must be a sacred tree. Han Jue cut off a branch for him

Other people don't have such treatment!

[murongqi's liking for you has been improved, and the current liking is 5 stars]

"Shizu, this..." Murong hesitated.

Xun Chang'an also hastily said: "master, this can't be used!"

Han Jue glared at him and said, "now help me connect the branches?"

Xun Chang'an was embarrassed, so he had to give up.

"Today, I'm preaching for you. I'm talking about the true righteousness of heaven and earth. Let's see if you can understand your own supernatural power or Dharma."

Han Jue continued to say, Yang Tiandong a listen, quickly sit over.

Mahayana preached, even tianxianfu Tianjiao may not have such treatment!

Han Jue began to preach. His voice was so profound that Murong Qi and others quickly entered a state of comprehension and deep thinking.

They didn't hear what Han Jue said clearly, but Han Jue's voice has such a power, which can make them quickly settle down and even improve their understanding!

……

Boom!

When the gate of the main hall opened, a sorcerer quickly swarmed in, and the voice of the greedy devil arhat came out, saying: "escort them to the evil altar, but if you dare to resist, kill them directly!"

The orthodox friars were in a panic.

Huang Jihao got up first and hummed coldly: "I'll see if you can laugh to the end!"

He took the lead and didn't let other magicians touch him.

The others followed, and so did Jiuding immortal, Xing Hongxuan and Xixuan fairy.

Jiuding real man laughs as he walks.

"All the disciples of yuqingshengzong are good

His words immediately swept away the fear of the disciples of yuqingshengzong.

There's blood in everyone's chest.

What's the fear of death!

Xing Hongxuan noticed that many of the demons around him were just monks who had surrendered before, and he could not help showing his contempt.

She sighed softly: "husband, I will be husband and wife in the next life."

"Is your husband elder Han?" The fairy asked.

Xing Hongxuan also lives in Chengxian mountain, but they don't have much communication.

Xing Hongxuan said, "well."

"There may be no hope in the afterlife. When you reincarnate, he may have become an immortal."

“……”

Xing Hongxuan is depressed.

Xi Xuan fairy mouth slightly Yang, smile very hidden.

Guan Yougang came over and said, "younger martial sister, before I die, I have a word that I've been holding for a long time. I want to..."

"I don't want to hear it."

"I..."

"Elder martial brother, if there is a destiny in the next life, I will be elder martial sister. I'll protect you and return your care for me in this life."

“……”

Nearly 20000 orthodox monks walked out of the hall in a mighty manner.