My Disciples Are All Villains - 397. Chapter 391 All beings are meritorious (3 more, thanks to the lord Mihara Chissa)

What is the strong?

Lu Zhou carefully demonstrated to everyone that this is the strong one.

Leng Luo and Pan Litian were so fragile in front of the pavilion master that they were unable to do anything for a while.

They suddenly thought of a question-everyone said that the life of the devil’s ancestor was approaching, and every year he guessed, tried every year, and besieged every year, but none of them succeeded. Every time I can find a reasonable reason to attack again, and this reason is the truth that the world firmly believes: the millennium life expectancy.

Under normal circumstances, the cultivation base will decline in the last hundred years…

So how does the pavilion master maintain his cultivation? There is only one possibility: the ancestor of the Motian Pavilion, perhaps, has really found the way to Jiuye.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe that the pavilion master of the Motian Pavilion could display such a terrifying power.

At the same time, the three of the elderly pavilion came up with a word: return to the basics.

Perhaps, at the level of the pavilion master, the control of power is returning to the basics.

There is no big opening and closing, no dazzling arrogance and moves.

…

Same as before.

At the same time Bama rushed, the unnamed sword struck his body.

Just like he warned Yu Shangrong-if you want to kill your opponent, just swing your sword vigorously.

The sharpness of Weiming Sword is beyond everyone’s understanding.

Click!

The sound is like the sound of cracking when the bamboo is split.

Crisp and deflated.

An unspeakable relief.

Everyone in the Motian Pavilion felt for the first time how wonderful this cracking sound was. It’s so wonderful that all the pressure is greatly relieved in an instant.

Loulan wizardry genius, Bama, fell.

The surrounding area of the Motian Pavilion seemed very quiet.

Lu Zhou glanced at the bloody body on the rock, showing no sympathy.

Witchcraft is also divided into black and white…Unfortunately, Bama chose the darkest side.

“Master Shenwei conquered the world! Tu’er opened his eyes!” Zhu Honggong took the lead in breaking the tranquility.

Everyone looked at Zhuhonggong.

“Um, I can’t help it… I can’t help it…” Zhu Hong scratched his head together, just scratching it, oops, the angular gloves are really a bit sloppy.

Now is not the time to flatter.

Because they saw the puppets that were repelled, they moved slowly.

Without the control, they surrounded them like a machine.

There are too many, and the defense is amazing. If you kill them one by one, you don’t know you will kill them until the year of the donkey.

Lu Zhou raised his head, looked at the purple mist in the sky, and the Dharma body that was continuously supporting it underneath, stroked his beard and said, “Bai Ze.”

Give an order.

Moo————

Bai Ze stepped on auspicious clouds, bathed in auspicious air, and came to the top of the purple mist.

The scene of the battle with the Ten Witches reappeared.

Hua Wudao widened his eyes…watching Bai Ze’s auspicious air.

The purple mist was quickly pressed down by the auspicious air, until it fell on the ground.

Lost the support of the purple mist, each of the puppets fell to the ground.

This process continued for a while, until all the purple mist disappeared and the puppets all fell down, Bai Ze let out a long scream… As if he had completed the task, he flew back and disappeared in the darkness.

Lu Zhou noticed that Bai Ze had a reminder that he was resting. It should be seven days before he thought about it.

Everyone looked at the direction in which Bai Ze disappeared, startled…

Rubbed his eyes one after another.

This…is it a big joke?

With this thing, why not release it early?

Luzhou naturally has his ideas. If Bai Ze is released, Bama is likely to turn around and run…

It is the safest way to deal with Bama first, and deal with these puppets.

Seeing the puppets all over the floor, Lu Zhou shook his head.

This battle is a big loss.

There is no merit reward, but also to provoke a show.

Not only that, those purple mists, stained on the grass and trees near the foothills, took away most of the vitality.

Many trees simply withered.

Xujing stepped forward in the air, drifted down, glanced at the puppets all over the floor, shook his head and sighed, and said, “Amitabha!”

“Old monk, what Amitabha’s is here?” Zhu Hong looked at those things, and his heart was too fuzzy.

“Even though they were controlled by Bama, they had no grievances with me before they were alive… All of this is the great witch’s fault after all.”

Zhu Hong nodded together: “It seems to make sense.”

Xujing hung in the air and turned towards Luzhou State Road: “Ji donor, all beings are meritorious, all reincarnation has a degree, and lawful order is safe. The poor monk is willing to open an altar under the mountain to supersede, and I hope the donor will answer.”

Lu Zhou glanced at the surrounding environment.

The deceased is dead and should be in awe.

“Good.” Lu Zhou said.

“Thank you Ji donor.” Xu Jing stood up slowly and said loudly, “Poor monk thank you donors for the dead.”

“Old monk, you are quite interesting…then they will leave it to you.”

“Old Na is obliged.”

Ming Shiyin looked at Xujing and said, “You are the first monk to look pleasing to my eyes.”

Lu Zhou returned to the Motian Pavilion.

“Send the pavilion master respectfully.”

“Send Master respectfully.”

When Luzhou disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“Old Pan, are you okay?” Leng Luo noticed Pan Litian’s decadent face.

“I can’t die.” Pan Litian clenched the wine gourd, coughed twice, and stood up.

Pan Zhongfei came down, supported Pan Litian, and said, “If you haven’t recovered your cultivation base, don’t be brave.”

Pan Litian didn’t get angry either, and he laughed, “But…many things, only by acting blindly can I know if I can make it through.”

“Don’t indoctrinate me with wrong reasons, I’ll help you go back.”

The disciples watched Pan Litian and Pan Zhong fly back to the Motian Pavilion.

Huayuexing slowly fell from the top of the Motian Pavilion.

She put away the Lunar Bow and shook her head for herself, but it was still too far…After a battle, the puppets she killed were very limited.

Hua Wudao came to him and said, “Don’t be discouraged. Those who are the direct disciples of the pavilion master are not measurable by conventional talents.”

“Oh.”

at the same time.

Luzhou returned to the East Pavilion.

The two swings of the sword did not seem to have a big explosion, but it also consumed two-thirds of his extraordinary power.

After all, it is the power of Katsuhachiba…

This is still based on Weiming Jian.

He turned over with a single palm.

The unnamed sword was suspended in the palm of his hand.

Black rune?

Lu Zhou remembered the scene in the sword ruins, when Weiming Jian absorbed all the black runes of the magic sword and became his own power. Is it because of this that it becomes sharper?

Mind moves slightly.

The Weiming Sword became the shape of a hammer, without black runes, and without runes in other shapes.

Putting away the unnamed sword, Lu Zhou put aside his distracting thoughts, sat cross-legged, and entered the state of enlightening the heavenly scriptures.

This time, it consumed a fatal blow, an invulnerable one, and there are fewer and fewer item cards left…according to the current price, the cards will be used up sooner or later. All he can rely on is extraordinary power.

At the same time, we must find ways to improve personal cultivation.

Early the next morning.

As soon as Lu Zhou opened his eyes, there was a voice outside the door——

“Master, please see Xujing.”

“understood.”

Lu Zhou stood up and sensed the extraordinary power.

Over the night, it increased a little bit, and the speed of this comprehension was really worrying.

Could it be related to the unfolding of the fourth book of heaven? Does the speed increase with every roll?

But he didn’t think too much, but left the East Pavilion.

Coming to the outside of the Motian Pavilion Hall, the scene in front of him was quite lively.

Outside the main hall, between the two magnificent pillars, there was a crowd…all in monk robes.

Jinting Mountain is not a hill. Before this main hall, there are thousands of square meters in front of it, but it is filled with monks.

What is this for?

The main hall faces the east, and the dawn falls on the Motian Pavilion.

Saw Lu Zhou slowly coming.

Xujing walked out of the crowd quickly, and said with his palm up: “Amitabha.”