Returning with a Full Load

Author: Night Rain Lights

Returning with a Full Load

"who?"

Hearing the voices, when he saw the mandrille's head was removed immediately, the three of them retreated quickly, and their faces were full of shock and shock.

I looked closely and saw a ghost-like figure under the light shadow.

When the man stepped out, it really scared the three of them and their scalp was numb.

It's just because this man's hair is disheveled, with a thick black moustache on his face, and his body is tall and strong. I don't know how long it has been since I saw the sun, and he looks like a savage, and it's hard to see his true face; but the scattered energy is like

The floods and beasts make people feel like they are sitting on pins and needles, like light on their backs, just like being in the snow and ice, or like burning their bodies.

The man was holding a mandrill's head in his right hand, and he gently weighed it in his palm as if he was playing with it.

"Catada? Is your surname Feng?"

When the bald man was not surprised when he saw the person in front of him spoke until he broke his foundation.

"Who is you? You dare to kill my love pet, come to die!"

He held the soft whip in his hand, and at the same time he opened his mouth, he had shaken the whip and made a move. It was fierce and fierce, and the shadow of the whip seemed to scatter into a flying rain, and he rushed towards the savage in front of him.

But the man raised his hand lightly, and with a "pop", the soft whip exploded inch by inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch in

"Take the magic whip?"

The bald man was shocked and almost glared out, but he soon showed surprise, "Senior, may you have an old age with my brother? I am indebted to you. My brother is Feng Jianqing, the leader of the Tianli Sect, but I was harmed by others in the past, so I can only

After escaping here, he had no intention of breaking into this place."

The savage casually threw down the monkey's brain in his hand and said carelessly: "Feng Jianqing? I have more than old age and I don't want to see an acquaintance in this ancient temple in the desert... The man's surname is Chen, and his name is a clumsy."

At first, the bald man heard that the person in front of him had an old age with his dead elder brother, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, just thinking that it was a survivor of the disaster.

However, after hearing the last sentence, the smile on his face instantly frozen, and the temples were covered with cold sweat, "Chen...Chen Zhuo?"

There are indeed old, old grudges, and deep blood hatreds.

The other two people turned pale when they heard the word "Chen Zhuo", "Rakshasa ghost?"

Plop!

The two knelt together, "Mr. Chen, please spare me!!"

For them, this is a legendary figure and a fierce man. It is rumored that if this person wants to kill someone, he will never escape from heaven or earth.

Chen Zhuo did not look at the three of them, but looked at the murals on the wall, his eyes dark and deep.

The more he practiced these 72 murals, the more he felt that they were unpredictable, and the more he practiced, the more profound and obscure they felt.

For more than a year, he went out once when he was burying the corpse of flowers, and he kept practicing hard in the crypt. When he was hungry, he used those treasures of heaven and earth to fill his essence, and when he was thirsty, he drank the crevices of the mountains.

The spring water, forget life and death.

The bald man saw that Chen Zhuo had ignored him, his eyes were dark and he was frightened. He had been desperate for many years, so how could he be killed and willing to die? He would not let go of this shocking treasure.

The two people around them also had eye contact with each other. Instead of retreating, they attacked and advanced instead of retreating.

The three of them had extraordinary methods and attacked Chen Zhuo with the combined attack and siege.

They took action quickly enough, but the fire trembled, and the eyes were gone, and Chen Zhuo was gone.

Suddenly, two big hands pressed in the air.

"puff!"

The bald man then saw the two people beside him blew blood mist, his face was bright red, and the heavenly spirit was broken and his aura was dead.

In an instant, all the greed and murderous intent seemed to be dispersed in the bone-broken coldness. The bald man made a sharp move and his soul was already hiding out.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the two bodies lying at his feet, and then looked at the bald man who had half his body penetrated into the crack of the mountain. His body twisted, forming an unprecedented pose of strength, and his trouser legs swayed and shocked.

Taking steps, it seems that the rise and fall is soothing, but when you step out, others have stood behind them silently, and once you fall, you will retreat.

In the dim crypt, it seemed to shrink into an inch, and it flickered and returned to its original place, as if it had never moved.

And the man fell straight down at this time.

This is the body technique he learned from these seventy-two murals, and it is named "Shrinking the ground into an inch".

The move started and fell, and Chen Zhuo suddenly felt something strange. He turned his head and looked at it, and his expression tightened.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew in between the cracks of the mountain.

He frowned and looked at the seventy-two murals on the stone wall.

But I saw that the vivid and lively women above seemed to be decaying and weathering, and clusters of faint green fires were lit on it, just like ghost fires.

It turned out that the bright light was actually mixed with phosphorus fire.

The mural was burned when it encountered fire, and a trace of fire spread out instantly, as if one prospered and one loss was lost, and seventy-two murals were burned in an instant.

Chen Zhuo's eyes glared, his black hair was flying, he didn't know if he was angry or angry, he swallowed his breath violently, his chest and abdomen were swelling, his internal organs trembled, his cheeks were closed and bulged, his fists were clenched, and then he opened his mouth and burst out with a fierce and angry voice.

The tiger roars, like thunder.

"ah!"

The roar spread and the energy was surging. It rumbled and rolled through this cave, just like the sky collapsed and the earth sank, and the mountains were shaking.

Wherever the violent aura passed, the pink and phosphorus on the stone wall were all peeling off. In a trance, the woman in the painting seemed to break free from the stone wall, floating in the air, moving with the wind.

For a moment, Chen Zhuo felt that there were more slim figures around him, and when he looked around, he was covered with crisp snow strands, pink cheeks and slender waist, his figure was fully displayed, charming and seductive, and there were also flowers.

Ghost fire.

All the people in the seventy-two murals are around him and circling in the wind in the crypt.

The roar is finished.

Chen Zhuo had no expression on his face, and he clenched his right hand and punched the void in front of him.

And those vague figures, everything, were silently shattered under his fist like dreams and bubbles, turning into dust.

Looking back, the seventy-two murals have disappeared, leaving only shallow traces of gullies and some mottled traces.

Finally, he looked at the true secrets of the exoteric and secret mastery on the wall. He waved his hand and slapped it with his palm. The stone powder scattered, and then he wiped the words and then rushed into the cracks of the mountain.

Inside the Main Hall.

Seeing that the eldest brother went down without a response for a long time, the people above couldn't wait any longer. They opened their secretly and said five or six people to go down, but they didn't know that just halfway through the mountain crack, a loud roar suddenly came out.

Screams came out one after another, and when the five people tried their best to crawl back, they all had bleeding from their ears, and two of them simply fainted.

Before everyone could come back to their senses, the secret passage suddenly flashed out of the entrance.

"Who?"

He shouted and shouted, and a sword flashed.

The man was already outside the Main Hall, and several people behind him were pausing, and were about to turn around to chase him, but suddenly he seemed to have realized something. He hurriedly touched his neck and saw blood stains on his hands. His face changed.

A narrow and long bloody mouth burst out silently on his neck, and then a bunch of sad blood mist splashed out, and he fell to the ground.

"Good luck!"

Seeing this fierce power, several minions were scared to death.

But before I could kneel down, a cold and cold light like a swim-snake was already floating around the necks of several people.

"Oh, donor, why kill all the donors? There are a few of them who are young men who are not very good at dealing with the world, and they must have been confused for a while."

Seeing that the bandits were dead, and seeing that Chen Zhuo, who had been put away the knife, had no intention of murder, a teacher sighed too much and chanted the Buddha's name together.

Chen Zhuo's eyes rolled, and the little masters were so scared that they were like frightened rabbits. "You are so unsuccessful, and you still have the intention to save others. If I don't kill them, the men will die."

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the master looked pale and pretended to be calm and said, "Old Ni thank you for your help from the donor. It's not that I don't know how to adapt. I just feel that it's a pity that these children should have done a lot in the troubled times of their family and country."

Chen Zhuo replied: "It's nothing bad, right is right, wrong is wrong... I'll trouble the master will temporarily close the temple from tomorrow. I'll save you the disaster from this secret passage, otherwise you may not be able to live long...

From now on, if anyone dares to cause trouble again, I will report my name, my name is Chen Zhuo."

The teacher nodded too much and didn't ask much. He just thanked him: "Thank you, Alliance Leader Chen!"

Half a month later.

More than 80 donkeys and horses came outside Tianmen Temple, and there were seven ox carts at the foot of the mountain, and they returned home with a full load...
Chapter completed!