My Disciples Are All Villains - 61. Chapter 61 The Great Meditation Curse (one more)

The young man smiled and said:

“Why run?”

Xiao Yuan’er just wanted to open her mouth, and suddenly remembered that she could not reveal her identity, and swallowed the words back.

Seeing her hesitating to speak, the young man laughed and said, “I have observed you all night, and can’t do any fakes. Little girl, you are indeed in the realm of God’s Court. The old man’s body is still strong, and his cultivation is barely concentrating on the mid-term.”

The young man waved his hand and said: “Take it far. Closer to home…The second one who can practice kendo to the extreme is the second demon of Motian Pavilion Yu Shangrong…”

“What about the third?”

“This third person… is far away in front of you.”

“Are you a sword idiot Chen Wenjie?” Lu Zhou asked in confusion.

“No, no, no…Chen Wenjie is obsessed with swordsmanship, not swordsmanship. I am different, I like swords and swordsmanship…People like Chen Wenjie have an unclear standpoint. Such people would have died a long time ago.” The young man said.

Having said that, Lu Zhou knew who this person was.

Caressing his beard said, “Love the sword to the bone, Jiang Aijian.”

Jiang Aijian, in order to reflect his love sword, even the name has been changed, in this world of cultivation, I am afraid he is alone.

Moreover, it is a pathological pursuit.

It is also an out-and-out casual person.

He is good at surviving in the crevices of this sinister spiritual world, which can be seen from the fact that he can avoid killing Zhuo Ping.

He has two major hobbies: one, loves the sword; two, does not cause trouble.

To be able to live to this day without a stand, this second habit has played a big role.

“So so so.” Jiang Aijian said with a smile.

Lu Zhou raised his hand slightly.

The unnamed sword appeared in his palm.

Short and delicate.

Jiang Aijian was stunned for a moment, and straightened his eyes…

beautiful.

I like this short and delicate feeling.

“Old, old sir.” Even the voice seemed agitated.

With a wave of Lu Zhou, Weiming Sword disappeared again.

Calmly said: “If you don’t want to die… it’s best not to have any covetousness for this sword.”

哐——

哐——

A dull bell came from the direction of the altar.

Lu Zhou frowned slightly.

The altar is a grand ceremony of the two realms of righteousness and devil, how can there be a bell from the Buddhist school?

Jiang Aijian said in surprise: “Old sir, there are so many people on the altar, and the place where righteous demon practitioners gather is extremely dangerous. I suggest you don’t go. I heard that the saint chosen this time is the fifth place in the Jinting Mountain Motian Pavilion. A female devil. Haha, a witch as a saint…a wonder in the world.”

Lu Zhou ignored him.

Jiang Aijian suddenly said: “But it’s okay. If the old gentleman goes there and is accidentally killed by someone, I can get this sword. At that time, I will collect the body of the old gentleman and find a treasured geomantic place. It was buried well.”

This was just finished.

Little Yuan’er broke out in anger: “Look for a fight!”

The body is as light as a swallow, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

The vigorous vitality formed ripples and spread.

Jiang Aijian stopped and retreated, secretly stunned: “What a violent little girl…It’s not like a normal God’s Court realm!”

“Hmph, see if I won’t beat you up looking for teeth…”

“Girl, don’t force me to use the sword.” Jiang Aijian backed away again.

哐——

哐————

A dull bell came out again in the direction of the altar.

And the bell is getting more and more urgent.

Lu Zhou glanced at Jiang Aijian. This person is just a casual person, he just loves swords… there is no need to waste an item card on him.

“Yuan’er, let’s go.” Lu Zhou waved his hand.

From the forest not far away, there was a roar.

The behemoth-like mount succumbed to the horse, running.

Woo-

The low voice stunned the beasts in the forest and ran around.

The aura of the king of beasts is chilling.

Jiang Aijian was taken aback.

Legendary mount… He quickly stopped, volleyed back, hit the ground on his toes, and jumped back, avoiding Xiao Yuan’er’s sharp edge.

“It turns out to be a bit, an expert…”

Anyone who can have a legendary mount is a master of the famous side. Although this old gentleman’s cultivation is weak, behind it is not simple.

Although Jiang Aijian loves swords, he loves fate even more.

“Old gentleman…The place of the altar is extremely dangerous…Should you not go?” Jiang Aijian arched his hands while floating in the air.

“The old man has his own plan.”

Lu Zhou made a light leap and jumped onto Suobi.

The fangs suddenly appeared.

Xiao Yuan’er snorted towards Jiang Aijian and jumped onto Suobi.

Jiang Aijian could only watch the two flying towards the altar.

He stroked his chin, thinking.

“Do you want to chase after all?”

“What if I meet that old demon?”

Jiang Aijian was very tangled, pondered for a moment, and made a decision. “I’m not involved in their dispute… Yes, just do it, and when he dies, I will collect his body for him.”

After speaking, he walked away from the sky and chased after him.

.

Bang.

Bang.

Above the altar.

The huge Dakongsi Feiye is floating.

There are also dozens of monks clasping their hands together, reciting the scriptures continuously.

The buzzing sound of chanting continued to echo around.

Lu Zhou and Xiao Yuan’er were a little apart, and it sounded like the buzzing of mosquitoes.

He did not choose to move on, but fell near the altar.

The building complex of the altar is extremely large.

The pedestal porch surrounds in a ring, with a full forty-eight doors.

The square covers all around and stretches for several miles.

Ordinary people are not allowed to approach at will.

When Lu Zhou stepped into the altar, the banging bell sounded vigorously.

It’s irritating.

Lu Zhou raised his hand slightly.

“Buddhist meditation curse.”

“What are a group of monks doing here?” Xiao Yuan’er muttered.

The Great Meditation Mantra has a strong ability to deter the enemy. It is a large-scale trick that is chanted and released by a group.

Only the group of bald donkeys in Dakong Temple can do this!

“Be safe and not restless. Recite the Great Meditation Mantra five times at most…” Lu Zhou stood on the spot, looking up at the flying dragon in the sky.

This may be a good thing.

The great meditation mantra can deter most practitioners.

Then the weakness that Lu Zhou was worried about before could not gang fights with the fatal blow card does not exist.

only……

He was thinking, Dakong Temple has never asked about world affairs, how could it suddenly appear here?

Bells rang.

The great meditation mantra is buzzing like countless flies.

Lu Zhou shook his head helplessly…I don’t know who is enjoying this meditation curse at this moment, and what is his mood?

After a while.

The buzzing of the great meditation mantra disappeared.

The whole shrine fell into silence.

“Go.” Lu Zhou and Xiao Yuan’er walked towards the altar.

Come to the Shrine Square.

No one noticed Lu Zhou and Xiao Yuan’er.

The two successfully blended into the crowd.

Xiao Yuan’er pointed to a nearby flying scorpion and said: “It’s the flying sect of Demon Shazong!”

Except for Demon Shazong.

Around the altar square, there is still a banner of the famous sect of Jingmingdao.

Sure enough… the righteous path practitioners around, as well as the demon path practitioners, all looked ugly and looked at the sky out of breath.

Lu Zhou’s gaze swept around the altar… Under the gaze of the True Eye, almost everyone was in a hostile state.

If this is to reveal the identity, it still has to be?

It might be difficult to take Zhaoyue away from so many forces.

Three invulnerable, three fatal blows… It’s enough to retreat all over.

at this time.

Above the altar, a monk flew out from the fly and fell slowly.

Put your hands together, and the robes shone with golden light.

“Dakong Temple Kongxuan?” Someone let out a surprise.

When Kong Xuan slowly fell, the voice sounded: “The abbot has ordered that the saint Zhaoyue of this grand ceremony will be taken away by the Dakong Temple. Donors, forgive me.”

“Bald donkey! Is it the saint you said to take it away, where would you put me together?” a man in a long robe pointed at Kong Xuan and cursed.

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