The big man wore a linen robe and wrapped himself tightly from head to toe, and at first glance it even looked like a fine sack, which was quite ridiculous

But his running, his crying, is not ridiculous.

The Han ran quickly, one step across a thousand feet, just an ordinary run, but the speed was far better than the method of the cultivator shrinking the ground; the Han cried bitterly, the cry was like a thunderbolt sensation in the heavens and the earth, the cry was endlessly wronged, endless excitement, and endless kuài music, only the most pious people, who gave up a qiē to go through all kinds of difficulties, and finally saw the gods in their hearts, there would be such a cry.

Just when he was thirty miles away from Mitiantai, a soft voice suddenly came from the big temple: "Man, don't cry anymore, if you have any grievances, you might as well talk to me." ”

wow

The cry became louder and louder, shaking the dark sky and the dome to the ground, and the big man stopped running, and he was paralyzed, crying endless grievances and piety!

A soft sigh came from the temple: "Who are you, why are you crying here, and what are you so sad for?" ”

"Finally, I am looking forward to today, looking forward to the day when the evil sun will collapse and the true color will descend forever. Saying, crying, the big man in the hemp robe beat his chest, pain to death, and then happy to live, the two extreme feelings are frequently exchanged in crying, the appearance of a madman: "Fu Tu Xiu Mo, Fu Tu is not allowed by the same clan, is regarded as an evil by the people of the world, only I know, the evil yang in this sky is evil, only the true color is eternal, they don't understand, they kill me, Fu Tu knows, the god will not give up here, as long as there is a person in this heaven and earth who believes and worships, the god will not give up here!"

"Futu, the Futu in the Southern Wilderness?" said a voice in the temple. Equally soft, but a little deeper, with an interesting tone.

"Southern Wilderness Fu Tu. I am the Southern Wilderness Futu, the name you know? The gods know my name! I know that they know, I know that they will come, and they will come," he cried after a pause of two or three breaths.

The voice in the temple laughed: "Nanhuang Futu, wasn't he killed by Su Jing a long time ago?"

At that time, Su Jing fought earth-shaking in the Southern Wilderness, and the details in it were widely circulated, Mitiantai knew it, and Mo believers knew it. Even this ma-robed man who had just arrived and lived in seclusion in the wilderness knew it. Dahan knew that the other party had recognized the wrong person. Futu is not Futu, the same phone is different, and the cry is slightly suffocated: "Futu Futu, two people." I'm not a volt. I am the butcher. He said awkwardly. Futu cried again: "Futu is the brother, Futu is the brother, and the initiates will grow up with the gods." Senior brother is talented. Cultivating profound skills through the sky, once parting into the world, preaching the Dharma for me. But I was stupid in talent, I couldn't cultivate, I couldn't make my brains, I couldn't achieve anything, so I stayed in the mountains."

Mourning, crying, sobbing, this Futu was quite amazing when he first came, but after a long contact, he knew that he was a gentle and weak person.

"Do you know why you are allowed to get so close, but you are not killed yet?" The voice in the temple interrupted Fu Tu's cry: "It's because I noticed that you have a shallow spirit of the same way." It's just that your cultivation of the true meaning is too shallow. I have never met Futu, but judging from his actions, a pious heart is true, and he has some real skills. If you grow up with him, you will always have thousands of years of practice, not to mention that your qualifications are dull, your true colors and true meaning, and you will always hold on to eternity, what a wonderful method, even if you have cultivated a stone for thousands of years, it will be much stronger than you are now. Futu, are you really Futu? Since you have come to worship, why do you have to wrap yourself so tightly. ”

Stammering, Fu Tu explained incomprehensibly, it was nothing more than his own stupidity, in order to practice the meridians that he had self-destructed, he was not dead but it was difficult to make an inch of progress after that, he didn't know what was going on, except that he couldn't cultivate the true taste except for running fast, but the piety in his heart was by no means bad. Wrapped in heavy robes, it is because of 'habit', people do not allow him, and he does not dare to show his true appearance

"In front of me, are you still unwilling to tell the truth?" the calmness in the tone of the man in the temple remained unchanged, but he could not understand that his patience was running out.

"I'm timid, I'm cowardly, I don't dare to do anything to kill, I just want to sink the true meaning forever and serve God forever. Fu Tu cried again, he was telling the truth, when Futu went out of the mountain to plot a big thing, he didn't dare to go; Futu died before he became a hegemon, he knew who the enemy was, but he didn't dare to take revenge, and even hid in the distance and watched Su Jing destroy the 'righteous spirit' and he didn't dare to make a sound; and then Mo Se was shouted and beaten by everyone, he was even more afraid, hiding in the uninhabited wilderness, practicing and being frightened.

The voice in the temple seemed to be relieved, and laughed again: "It's not wrong to be timid, who is not afraid of death, if you die, you won't see eternity, and if you die, you will no longer be able to serve the gods" At this point, a black purple thunder suddenly bloomed in the middle of the roof, and it was on the top of the head!

Move, slash.

What about the initiate, who cherishes his own life more than his faith, what kind of believer is Futu who is afraid of being killed and only wants to serve the righteous god, but he doesn't want to think about the use of the righteous god for such a timid person.

What's more, those who appear suddenly and come from unknown sources just want to win the trust of Mitiantai with a little light ink aura on their bodies? If Futu tells the truth, he deserves to die, and if he lies, he deserves to die.

If you deserve to die inside and out, then you will be killed. Today, Mitiantai is no longer a holy place of compassion for 'a bowl of water and 84,000 insects in the Buddha's view.

Killing and robbing, Fu Tu screamed, his body was beaten and churned for a few weeks, and he fell to the ground again and the person who shot in the temple was slightly startled: his own spell knew it, although it was not a ten-percent power blow, but with Fu Tu's shallow cultivation, it would be dissipated by this blow, and even the scum would not be left.

But Futu actually left a whole corpse.

One breath, two breaths, and a third breath, the whining cry sounded again, and he slaughtered the 'whole corpse'. The black purple thunder slashed, not only did not shatter, but also did not kill, he cried bitterly: "Why beat me, I have a pious heart, I want to hold eternity, I am willing to serve the righteous gods, why beat me, everyone beats me, where am I wrong?" ”

The man was not dead, but he was pouring into self-pity, but the thunder shattered the linen robe he was wrapping in, and the true face of Futu was revealed

There are few people in the mountain wilderness, and there are totems in the few people.

Narrow forehead and two fingers, short eyebrows and half an inch, narrow eyes, long corners of the eyes to the temples, long middle under the nose, wide lips and thick corners of the mouth into the cheeks, big mouth. The face carved on the trunk of the tree、Shaomin totem god。

The man who was running wildly towards the rooftop and crying had such a face. It is by no means an Eastern Turk Han people. His complexion, from head to toe, was as black as ink.

Compared with the ink fairy, it is a heavier, more calm, and more precipitated ink.

The ink on the howling man's body is no longer a simple color, because it is too pure to use this color from virtual to real, from color to scales, it is a fine and dense black scale armor!

How can the people in the temple not be shocked by the ink and the scale armor, don't say that ordinary ink-colored believers, even the ink spirit immortals from outside the sky, can hardly have such practice; don't say that the ink spirit immortals are the real ink giant spirits, and most of the scale armor on their bodies are also refined by secret methods, and they are clothes not skins, and how many people can turn the ink color into their own real scales?!

The ink color on his body is light, not because of poor cultivation, on the contrary, the ink color he cultivated is so pure that it returns to the basics, the cultivation of Dacheng, even the immortals in the temple have not noticed the cultivation of Dacheng in advance!

The ink-colored scales do not represent how profound the cultivation is, but the purity and purity of the ink yuan in the body, the difference in color, and the separation between heaven and earth! But if you look at it the other way around, how can people who can cultivate such pure ink yuan have poor means, and those giant spirits who have cultivated real scales are not the powerful ones who hold the stars and hold the sun and the moon.

Can you look at this barbarian coward outside the temple again?

The black figure flashed again and again, and the people in charge of the Mitiantai appeared one after another, dozens of monks with black incense scars and black robes before and after, all of them were old and wrinkled, but all of them had black eyes, red lips and white teeth, and the old and the young coexisted with one face, which was indescribably weird.

Only the leader monk is not old, in his early forties and middle-aged, smiling slightly, and the words become very fast: "Fighting is to save, and drinking sticks is to wake up." You don't know, it hurts my heart when it hits you, you probably know?"

The crying was not louder, but the inner feelings became more and more mixed, and it was hard to imagine that a scaly-skinned brute with hair and blood could cry like this, crying himself into a pile of mud.

"When you die, you will no longer see eternity, and when you die, you will no longer be able to serve the righteous god," the leading monk continued the topic before the Fa movement: "But have you ever thought that if you can be eternal for eternity, and if you can fly high and steady for the righteous god forever, what if you sacrifice your life? It is not wrong to be timid, and my cowardice is also very small, and I only hope that the beings of all worlds can return to the righteous God. I hope that he can be happy and healthy, but it doesn't hurt for him to kill me after killing me, but they still want to break the true color and collapse the eternity, so what should we do? ”

Fu Tu's voice trembled, and he responded with two words: "Kill." ”

The middle-aged ink monk smiled: "Get up, get up, don't cry." Don't be wronged anymore, and don't be alone. Beat you because I am angry with you, angry with you because I love you One day I die, I can't be angry with you anymore and beat you, then how lonely you will be. But remember, I will not abandon you, and please do not abandon me. As he spoke, the middle-aged monk leaned over and helped Futu up with his own hands.

When the monk's hands wrapped around Fu Tu's arms, the timid barbarian only felt a burst of warmth from the monk's hands into his body, indescribably comfortable, he had never felt it, fluttering like a fairy.

And when supporting and soothing, the middle-aged ink monk's meta-consciousness has also explored the physical monster of the barbarian's slaughter, and the barbarian has only one meridian, starting from the top of the sky, and penetrating the body in the lower abdomen dantian.

The meridians are like swords, straight and tough, straight to the body.

A monster barbarian with only one longitudinal vein.

In the scriptures, there is the ink color that Futu has worked hard to cultivate, not much, but pure. (To be continued......)