"Puff, puff, puff..." The people around suddenly took out their weapons and pierced Zhao Bo's body.
Many blood holes appeared on Zhao Bo's body, and blood spurted out.
Zhao Bo fell to the ground with a thud, staring with scarlet eyes.
"Amitabha Buddha." The little monk Huiji sat on the ground and began to recite the scriptures of rebirth to save the people who died here.
Ning Shu returned to the Holy Demon Peak, Ye Hua squinted, "Now the opposing group of dragons has no leader, so I took the opportunity to kill these people."
Ning Shu shook his head, "Our Holy Demon Sect has also suffered heavy losses, and the other party is the same, so it's better to stop the war."
"Sneer..." Ye Hua sneered, "Will they wait until they cultivate and regenerate, before they come to attack us?"
"They didn't know when they were cultivated. The slightly more powerful people from all sects were killed by Zhao Bo, and they were all reduced to third-rate little sects." Ning Shu looked at Ye Hua, "We are going to really unify the rivers and lakes." , The army should come."
This kind of mutual restraint and mutual restraint is the way to survive.
Ye Hua didn't speak.
Ning Shu smiled and said, "Brother, this world is bigger than we thought. There are many unknown things. Outside this world, there may be other worlds."
"Why do you have such a small amount of stuff, and finally turn it into a handful of loess."
Maybe they are fighting here, vying for something that seems very precious, maybe there is a giant who is watching them grab garbage like ants.
It's like when we are bored, watching ants move things and grab things.
We may even live in a certain dream, and when the dream wakes up, we will disappear.
Ye Hua turned her head, squinted at Ning Shu, and her eyes were scraped from Ning Shu's face inch by inch.
Ye Hua waved his hand, and the people of the Holy Demon Cult surrounded everyone.
Everyone's faces were filled with fear and anxiety.
Ning Shu raised an eyebrow, "Brother?"
"Come to violate the Demon Cult, let them go, thinking that the Demon Cult people are easy to bully, don't give a lesson, it's not the style of the Demon Cult people." Ye Hua's expression was indifferent.
Ye Hua walked over, and Ning Shu followed Ye Hua.
Someone who can take charge of the matter stepped forward and bowed his hand towards Ye Hua, "Master Ye, this time we are all persecuted by Zhao Bo. We have no way to resist. Please open the net."
"Oh..." Ye Hua snorted, "Anyway, now Zhao Bo is dead, let you say anything."
Monk Huikong from Wuyou Temple stood up and said, "Yebo, this matter is wrong for us, please forgive the sin."
"Amitabha Buddha." The little monk Huiji stood up, "As long as the donor magnifies the house and leaves, as long as the young monk will never infringe upon the holy demon religion during his lifetime, the monks will not slander.
"Meihua Villa does not infringe on the Holy Demon Cult."
"Wujizong..."
"Songshan School..."
Little Monk Huiji took an oath, and the others said in a hurry.
Ning Shu rolled his eyes, "Little monk, you have returned to Zhaojiabao, and Wuyou Temple has not been destroyed."
"The little monk is alive, and Wuyou Temple has always existed. Before the abbot died, the abbot of Wuyou Temple had passed it to the little monk. The little monk is now the abbot of Wuyou Temple." said the little monk Huiji.
"Oh, you are the abbot, what is it?"
"The little monk has no hope."
"The Sacred Demon Sect was attacked by you and suffered heavy losses, and so many people were injured." Ye Hua said lightly.
"We will compensate you." The man at Meihua Villa said immediately.
"Compensation, absolute compensation."
"It's better to hurry up. We'll pick it up one by one." Ye Hua waved, and the people of the Holy Demon Cult gave way.
These people dragged the bodies of their disciples and ran away as if they burned their butts.
"Hongye, look at these decent people." Ye Hua looked contemptuous.
Ning Shu said, "The decent and decent people are also human beings, and not everyone can be a hero."
"Thank you for the female donor." The little monk Huiji performed a Buddhist ceremony to Ning Shu. "The donor saved the little monk several times, but the little monk has nothing to pay for it."
"Accept with the body." Ning Shu said casually, thinking that only after the report should be followed.
When Ning Shu said this, the monks behind Huiji's face were distorted, and they wanted to scold Ning Shu, but now their life is still in their hands.
Little Monk Huiji's expression remained unchanged, "The donor said and laughed, and the little monk said goodbye."
The little monk Huiji walked in the forefront and left with a group of monks.
I don't know if it's Ning Shu's illusion. I feel that this little monk is walking with Sanskrit sounds.
This incident is so passed.
However, it would be difficult for these schools to thrive again. The masters of the schools were all slaughtered by Zhao Bo.
And Zhao Jiabao was destroyed by the combination of these sects overnight, and Zhao Jiabao's disciples were also scattered. After all, Zhao Jiabao does not even have a person to preside over the overall situation.
These people directly set fire to Zhaojiapu.
Ning Shu smacked his lips, this burning house is the patent of her demon girl, and these people dare to snatch it.
I don't know what happened to the arrogant Zhao Ling'er, Ning Shu sent someone out to inquire, only to hear that he was taken away by the original Zhaojiapu disciple, and now he is nowhere to be found.
Without her father's blessing, Zhao Linger's life may be difficult.
His father killed many sects during his lifetime, and now they are seeking revenge again.
People are floating in the arena, you have a knife, and I have a knife.
But now the rivers and lakes are not too noisy, everyone has their tails clamped to be human.
It was an unprecedented calm.
The agitated atmosphere before has also disappeared, and even people's moods have also relaxed.
Ye Hua began to earnestly practice peerless martial arts, so he called Ning Shu over to ask if there was nothing to do, and then the topic was deliberately or unintentionally drawn to the outside world.
Ning Shu just said, there must be a world we don't know, maybe there is a fairyland or something.
Ye Hua waved his hand to let Ning Shu roll, and Ning Shu curled his lips and left.
When Ning Shu is okay now, he takes a bunch of his men and wanders around all right, and collects the mental damage fee by the way.
I have to play for a few days in every school. Seeing these people become so suffocated and unable to speak, and have to entertain her, Ning Shu said that it was quite comfortable.
Ning Shu wandered around and saw a lot of scenery, all kinds of strange and indescribable scenery.
Ning Shu arrived at Wuyou Temple. After Wuyou Temple had gone through the previous storm, the incense was not as prosperous as before.
Only a few pilgrims were sparsely drawn, and at the gate, the little monk Huiji brought a group of monks to greet Ning Shu.
Ning Shu walked over, and the bell on his waist made a crisp sound as he walked.
"Ami… "
"Where's the money?" Ning Shu asked, spreading his hands.
"The money is ready, please rest for a while." Huiji said.
Ning Shu nodded, and the young monk Sui Huiji entered Wuyou Temple. As soon as he walked into the temple, he smelled rosin.
(End of this chapter)