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Surprisingly, Lao Changtou, a ruthless person who was almost exhausted by the bloody fight, actually took great care of the little monk Mingyuan, and asked him not to take this risk.

Although it was not clear that this young little monk was a monk of that temple, it made him inexplicably a little protective, and even he was quite surprised by the affinity of this little monk.

"Sanpin, old Changtou, do you want to leave this human purgatory?" Mingyuan sat on the simple triangular stone bench next to him, the bones of his palms crackling, as if he was asking about a very simple matter.

Lao Changtou's face was dull, and he looked at the little monk Mingyuan who was cross-legged by Erlang, his temperament at this time did not look like an honest monk, but it was somewhat similar to the bully with a green skin.

For a while, Lao Changtou didn't adapt to the change in the temperament and style of the little monk, he was stunned for a moment, savored the words of the little monk Mingyuan, he shook his head and laughed.

He had been imprisoned here for seventeen years, and he knew very well about the human purgatory in this barbarian territory.

Similar to the recent massacre, there were no less than 100 massacres, and if he could escape, he would not have wasted his time here.

Every slaughter of the barbarians was draining his spirit, and now, all he had to do was how to preserve himself inside the pit and eat a few full meals.

The childishness on the face of the little monk of Mingyuan has not been taken off, and he is only when his fantasy enters this mine, and the possibility of getting out alive is almost zero.

How many heroes and heroes have been wiped out under the bloody suppression of thousands of elite adult warriors in Qingman, and they are just a little minions of the fourth grade, and it is difficult to get out.

Seeing that Lao Changtou was reluctant to speak, the little monk Mingyuan shook his head slightly, he had seen a lot of things in the ancient kingdom of China, and naturally understood how sad these people who had been imprisoned in their minds were.

Quietly, the little monk Mingyuan tiptoed to the edge of the boulder at the entrance of the cave, and pressed his fingertips lightly, and the boulder shook, revealing a gap.

As far as the eye can see, there are bloody scenes everywhere, and the mournful wails make this place look like hell on earth, and the strong smell of blood is disgusting.

Lao Changtou woke up from his memories, he saw the movements of the little monk Mingyuan, and his heart was terrified, the stone weighing nearly two hundred catties he needed to use both hands to push it, and this little monk was able to push the boulder with one finger.

Blinded?

After wiping his eyes vigorously and confirming once again that the boulder had indeed been pushed open a big gap, Lao Changtou instantly gave a cold war, and the little monk Mingyuan was definitely not an idle monk.

According to the iron law of the Great Qianguo, the age of the general monk of Mingyuan should belong to a young man, even the children of the princely family are in the stage of refining their physique, and they can be regarded as the best among them if they can have a hundred catties in their arms.

"Little monk, aren't you a young monk from the Mahayana Temple?

Looking at the old man's head trembling and his eyes were about to fly out, the little monk Mingyuan smiled helplessly, he naturally knew the power of the powerful King Kong finger, how could it be guessed by ordinary people.

Shaolin Temple martial arts cheats are many, can be called the world's most, including the east and west, just seventy-two secret techniques he controlled fourteen of them, so as to become the youngest holy monk in history.

It's just that I didn't expect the slap of my grandfather to shoot him to this place where birds don't, it's really bad luck to say, but fortunately I borrowed the "Yijin Jing" in my arms for a long time.

The little monk Mingyuan lightly touched his chest, there is the place where he holds the secrets of the three great divine skills of Shaolin, in his early years, he has cultivated the "Eight Desolations and Phases of Heavenly Gong" to the point of Xiaocheng, and he wanted to enlighten with the help of the miraculous "Yijin Sutra", who thought of this place.

If Master Yuanjue found that the original of the "Yijin Sutra" was gone, would the first Buddha jump over the wall and the second Buddha ascend to heaven, and once again arrest him, an unfilial disciple, and beat him up.

"Divine monk, what great monk is there in the Great Qianguo? Please ask the donor to explain the doubts to the little monk!"

Boom!

Lao Changtou swallowed a mouthful of saliva, because he saw a finger hole on the big bluestone, which was an inch, and seemed to be smashed out.

This piece of bluestone is too familiar to him, this is an object that has been rubbed for more than ten years, and it can only be made by the little monk just now, which makes the old man not calm.

As a master of the four grades, he can also leave a lot of palm prints on the bluestone with all his strength, but it is an all-out effort, and the little monk's light wind is not at the same level.

"Little monks, the population of the Great Qianguo is billions, and the number of monks on the rivers and lakes is very large, but there are four temples that are really famous in the rivers and lakes. One large refers to the Mahayana Temple, and the three small refer to the Xiao Yuantian Temple, the Little Wuxiang Temple, and the Little Nanyuan Temple. ”

Quietly glancing at the little monk who came to be interested, Lao Changtou swallowed his saliva and continued:

"The four major monasteries are the first of thousands of monasteries in the Great Qianguo, leading millions of monks. If you want to talk about Buddhism and monks, it must be the master of the Mahayana Temple. The master is one step away from being able to achieve the strongest peerless master of the land immortals, and that is a god who exceeds the twelve ranks. ”

The corners of the little monk Mingyuan's eyes twitched, millions of monks, this number is really a bit big, the population of the ancient country of China is more than 10 billion, but there are only a dozen or 200,000 monks who can really be regarded as monks.

The master of the twelfth rank can be compared to the three major monks of the Shaolin Yuanzi generation, so how strong will this master of emptiness be that is closest to the strength of the land immortals.

Could it be that it can be compared to the Xuanji Taishi Ancestor?

It shouldn't be possible, after all, the Xuanji Taishi Ancestor is the existence of the Consciousness Realm, the only one in the ancient Chinese country for more than 3,000 years in the modern era.

There are many martial arts secrets in the ancient Chinese country, but because of the development of modernization, the most powerful can only be the violent organ of the state. With the development of modern industry, most people have long been unsuitable for the development of martial arts.

But here, the free aura contained in the air is more than ten times that of the ancient kingdom of China, which is completely the most natural state, which is the most suitable for the development of martial arts.

Thinking of the depths, the corners of the mouth of the little monk Mingyuan grinned, in fact, he was not a master of peace, and he was brought back to the temple by the abbot master just to polish the murderous nature, and wanted to build him into a "precept Buddha" in Shaolin Temple once in 10,000 years with the essence of Buddhism.

Buddhism does not advocate killing, which is recognized by hundreds of schools, but few people know that the real foundation of Buddhism is those ascetics and Dharma protectors.

These people are the cornerstone of the safe growth of Buddhism all the way, and standing at the top is the so-called "precept Buddha", the main killing, suppressing, and annihilating the evils of the world.

When it comes to another name for "ordination Buddha", perhaps others will suddenly realize, that is, the asoras who have taken refuge in Buddhism!

In this case, the little monk really wants to take a trip in the red dust, the old donor, rest as soon as possible, recuperate, and then think about how to escape from the ascension to heaven. ”

The little monk Mingyuan recited the Buddha's name, and regardless of the hurry, the old man who was a little at a loss found a corner and squinted his eyes.

The third pit is heavily guarded, and it is one of the large mines of black iron produced by the Qingbarian Nation, supplying the materials for the first-class weapons of the Qingbarian Clan's army of more than 400,000 people.

Only a standing army was stationed here, but when the number of two thousand was gathered, even those grandmaster-level bigwigs of the Great Qianguo would be terrified.

The massacre lasted for two whole days, and the smell of blood in the entire pit was disgusting, and Lao Changtou's originally strong spirit was gradually defeated.

In the past, the massacre lasted at most one day, but this time it lasted for three days, and with the arrival of the three "Baturu", with a keen sense of smell, Lao Changtou, a snake who wandered in the dark area, sensed uneasiness.

These green barbarians didn't seem to be just a one-sided slaughter, but deliberately destroying something, and the rich murderous intent shrouded in it, making the old man panic.

At night, the deep moonlight sprinkled on the cold pit, and thousands of young barbarian warriors mobilized, and the sound of the war knives on their bodies colliding with each other alarmed the sleeping monk Mingyuan.

"Did it really start, there was the breath of the blue devil, this world is really different, when did people and demons be able to live in the same land. ”

The corners of the little monk Mingyuan's tightly closed mouth outlined a trace of arc, and it might be a little difficult to leave with Lao Changtou under the noses of two thousand people, but now it is different.

Glancing at the restless old man, the pupils of the little monk Mingyuan flashed with deep blood, but it was only for a moment, and the pupils returned to their original clarity and depth.

A heavy fog suddenly spread from the depths of the pit, and the soldiers of the Green Barbarian Tribes who were guarding were all shocked by their spirits, and they knelt on the ground reverently, and even the three 'Baturu' who came from the ancestral land of the Green Barbarians were all respectful and stood on the edge of the big tent.

The leader of the Green Barbarian Clan in the third pit is called Zhan Mu, and he is a descendant of the Zhan Clan, one of the seven great families of the Green Barbarian Clan, and his strength is extremely strong, even the three 'Baturu' of the ancestral land dare not easily offend him.

"Has the Blue Devil awakened, after more than 20 years of blood sacrifice, I have finally had a big harvest, my Green Barbarian Clan will definitely usher in a super powerhouse, and the ancestors of the ancestral land may not be able to wait." ”

Behind the commander of the battle tent, the three Baturu all bowed: "Commander, the young body of His Royal Highness the Blue Devil is revived, this matter must not let the people of the Great Qian Kingdom know, these slaves in the mine..."

On the left-hand side, under the rough eyebrows of Yelong Baturu, a hideous murderous intent was revealed, the smell of blood on his body overflowed, and on his back, a giant sword that was twenty centimeters wide and one and a half meters long made people's hearts tremble.

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