After the Buddha's blood was gone, the originally wisps of gloomy wind in the atrium suddenly rolled up a small tornado.

Just as Yan Chixia was considering whether to wake up Wang Yu, Wang Yu, who was standing in the middle of the atrium, opened his eyes.

As Wang Yu opened his eyes, the lifelike murals on the walls of the Zhongting Pavilion suddenly withered and fell, as if they had been decayed and destroyed in an instant.

The portraits of all kinds of goddesses and portraits that were originally vivid in the murals look extremely hideous in the mottled murals. The originally beautiful murals lose their original beauty in decay. The empty and dilapidated white space makes the murals remaining on the wall look like hell.

In a dark city located in the underworld, a figure covered in black fog suddenly raised his head: "The clone is dead, and the map of the Netherworld Yellow Spring has also been broken!

Could it be that the bald donkeys in Buddhism have seen through my distraction? It shouldn't be? I have clearly cut off all contact and only retained a trace of induction."

The figure in doubt easily pinched the pretty and beautiful female ghost in her hand to death. She opened her mouth and sent the female ghost to the skeleton's mouth and chewed it carefully for a long time before she calmed down her depression.

Wang Yu, who was far away from a world, did not know that his chance to come and play casually would have such a great impact on this person in the underworld. However, even if he knew about it, he would not care.

"Chixia, I'll leave the ghosts and monsters in the murals in the atrium. I'll go to the backyard to see who the bald man is seeking death." After asking Yan Chixia to deal with the broken murals in the atrium. After breaking away from the ghosts and monsters in the murals, Wang Yu set out to walk towards the backyard of the dilapidated temple.

Calculate the time, the bald head who is so arrogant that he dares to enter the world of his dreams should also reach the end of his life!

The atrium of the dilapidated temple was only a few steps from the backyard. Wang Yu came to it before the old monk's head completely lost his vitality.

Looking at the old monk with unwilling eyes, Wang Yu was unmoved.

Those who kill others will always kill them, and those who plot against others will not change themselves for the sake of the enemy's tears.

Looking at the golden Buddha blood covered with the wing room, Wang Yu's eyes moved. With the Maoshan heritage in his hand, he had many methods of using Buddha blood, including refining weapons and drawing talismans.

But he suppressed this idea in a short while. It was not that he was pedantic, but that he felt that there was no need for it after considering his own situation.

Now he is following the path of fighting for power with the dominance of the outside and the inner benevolence. There are very few places where he can use Taoist methods. Since this is the case, why bother with the old monk's blood and force the Buddhist sect to give up the forbearance that had subverted the Great Zhou Dynasty and deliberately targeted himself.

Although Buddhist scriptures often promote the body as a smelly skin, Wang Yu knew that these monks were talking about the stinky skin.

There is a big gap in status between the old monks who left behind the golden body in Buddhism and the old monks who have never left behind. The golden body is something that is more valued by the Buddhas than relics.

Just as Wang Yu was thinking about understanding, waves of sword roars came from the atrium, accompanied by the roar of swords were the sound of various ghosts and monsters begging and cursing.

After hearing the various ghostly sounds from the atrium, Xiahou Wu and his personal soldiers, who had already set fire in the front hall, were immediately alarmed.

The vigorous qi and blood of the warriors instantly enveloped the entire ruined temple. Before Yan Chixia's unparalleled sword energy could be burned into a wisp of blue smoke by the majestic qi and blood.

Outside the White Horse Temple in Luoyang City, looking at the extinguished Buddha lamp in front of him, Pudu Cihang narrowed his eyes. Under the remaining Buddha lamps and candles in front of him, his expression was unstable.

The test of Wang Yu's conspiracy failed!

Pudu Cihang had already prepared for this, otherwise he would not have left Kyoto in advance to avoid it, so as not to collide head-on with the sharp-eyed man in the border county. However, he could not help but be a little scared when he knew the strength of the temptation!

Although the old monk Jinshan who was sent to perform the temptation mission was not the backbone of the six Buddhist sects, he was also a real Buddhist practitioner of the Mingwang Realm. The map of the Red World in his hand was the supreme weapon to save sentient beings.

A Buddhist monk of the same level as him actually died easily, how can he not surprise him?

For the first time, Pudu Cihang felt doubtful about whether his plan to swallow the dragon energy of the Great Zhou was successful.

Although the people who turned the tide at the end of the dynasty in the past dynasties were amazing and powerful, they were not so amazing and powerful!

Those people often have to be in the central government and rule the world, and can with the help of the dynasty dragon energy, they can counterattack or kill one or two monks in the Mingwang realm at the death.

But thinking about the various temptations after turning into a real dragon and the foundation accumulated by the six Buddhist sects, it suppressed the retreat in its heart and began to close its eyes and practice hard.

In any case, it is impossible to be a strong person. If one goes further and becomes a living Buddha on earth, then even if the man in the border county is a monster, he will not be afraid of it at all.

The eighth level of cultivation has reached its peak in the world where immortals and Buddhas fall. It is a question whether there are cultivators with such cultivation in the world who are still alive.

Not to mention Pudu Cihang's mental journey, when Yan Chixia and Xiahou Wu solved the ghosts and monsters in the atrium, Wang Yu meditated beautifully for a night in the atrium to relieve his fatigue, the group of them rushed towards Kyoto again in the wind and snow.

On December 25, the year of the Tianqi period, five days before the change of the dynasty, the twenty-one cavalry from the border shocked the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

On the morning of December 25, in front of Zhengyang Gate, Kyoto, a cavalry that was incompatible with the surrounding team was sitting on horses waiting for the city gate to open.

Looking at the fully armed twenty-one cavalry, the gatekeepers on the Zhengyang Gate City Gate were secretly guessing the identity of the twenty-one cavalry, and the gambling man even set up a plagiarism.

"One of the vassal kings in other places is one hundred percent, one hundred percent, one hundred percent, one hundred percent, one hundred percent, one hundred percent, one hundred percent, one hundred percent, one hundred percent, one hundred percent, one hundred percent, one hundred percent, one hundred percent, one hundred percent.

Buy it and buy it and buy it and buy it and make it and bet it. If you want to participate in a share, hurry up and place a bet. After a cup of tea, the city gate will open and the market will open. If you don’t buy it, it will be too late.”

"Two taels of silver, I bet the person who came was a playboy. Look at the big coat on the leading white-headed young man.

It was sewn from the northern snow fox fur. I saw a piece of it in Cuifengyuan with a slightly different quality. The eldest son of the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel spent 3,000 taels to take it down.

Judging from the appearance, this big jacket will only be more expensive. If you are not a playboy, who can be willing to spend so much money?"

"I bet half a tael of silver for the king of the foreign vassal."

"The leader is too young, and I also bet on the kings of foreign vassals."

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"The city gate is about to open. Liu Laosan, please go down and interrogate these twenty-one cavalry, the vassal kings from other places..."

"It's time to shy your face. The emperor's new ascension to the throne is disliked by these swaggering vassal kings."

"If the leader is the descendant of the chief official..."
Chapter completed!