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Chapter Twelve Ling Yundu【Part 2】(2/3)

But when they all walked to your hometown and came to cut down trees, you just watched them get the boat ready?

Turning over on the ground, the big cat purred and closed his eyes as big as a bronze bell again.

I can't afford to offend you!

I don’t know if it was the idea that grandson came up with!

The great road in the world is endless, and I have to spend the three thousand damn disasters in this underworld!

Everyone comes to commit suicide, or come in groups!

Is that sea of ​​bitterness so easy to survive?

Even if you have passed, what can you do?

Run to the opposite of the sea of ​​bitterness and fight with the one in the sea of ​​Netherworld?

I thought to myself, but the sound of logging outside the valley became louder and louder.

The cat's ears drooped and could not stop the sound of logging outside, which was also very disturbing.

"Ahhh!!!"

Unable to bear it, the big cat roared.

The sound of logging stopped for a quarter of an hour.

The next moment, it became bigger.

“This life is not allowed to be passed….”

......

......

"You can't live this day!!!"

In front of Lingyun Ferry, the gorgeous snake's eyes were full of anger, and his vertical pupils stared at the hundreds of people who were still logging under the bridge.

"My other side of the shore! My flower field! You group of dead Taoists who should kill thousands of swords! Don't keep harming my flowers!"

At this time, Meng Po did not have the relaxed attitude when she just left the house. She wanted to rush forward and swallow all the bastards below one by one!

The other side of the roadside of Huangquan.

All over the mountains.

Bright colors.

Then, a group of Taoist priests who used swords as an axe were trampling on the flower field one by one with their smelly big feet.

One trip.

Two trips.

Carrying the logs cut from the mountains in the distance, I stepped on the flower fields to the Huangquan River.

"What are they going to do? Are they going to cross the bridge?"

The little girl who came to the bridge asked curiously, and her big eyes kept turning around.

"They are going to seek death!"

Meng Po, who had turned back into a human form, had a cold face, and her pair of silver teeth almost scattered!

The fountain is very long, not only the source, but knows where to return.

Take a boat to enjoy the underworld and go down the river, for three years, or thirty years.

One day, I can flow along the rush into the sea of ​​suffering!

After entering the sea, there is no wind or waves.

How can the boat not move?

paddle!

The metal and wood in the world will become invisible when they enter the sea of ​​suffering.

Cut out the long-looking wood!

The tree planted by the Bodhisattva's family, the Bodhisattva intends to use it as a raft to overcome the sea of ​​suffering and enter the Lingshan Mountain!

Compared with a certain great Bodhisattva, Meng Po only lost some red spider flower, which seemed nothing?

"Hmph! Little girl! You are waiting on the shore!

Let me see if my sister catches you a husband and comes back!”

The anger in his eyes remained unabated, and a black lotus bloomed under the woman's feet.

The seventh grade of lotus.

Pure black color.

Stepping away from the void, lotus grows under your feet step by step.

It is a top-quality innate spiritual treasure!

If Zhao Yang saw this, he would probably have given up his skin and went back to Qingming City to find Liu Qingyan and join forces to take the vote!

pity.

Zhao Yang cannot reach this underworld.

So, when the black lotus came down, Meng Po took a few steps to the road ahead of a group of Taoist priests.

talk?

It doesn't exist!

I will die if I cut off my path!!!

As soon as the two sides met, they started fighting...

The swords that were originally used to cut wood were rejuvenated, and they were finally able to use them as serious flying swords...

It’s strange that these Taoists who have the most innate cultivation in the world when they are in the world, their combat power is rising rapidly when they reach the underworld.

So strong that there is almost no boundaries!

Hundreds of people, with golden light of merit on their heads, were using the sword that could only chop the little demons on weekdays, and now they actually cut off Meng Po and flew back...

After several battles, a large number of scales on Meng Po’s face were cut off by their sword energy.

The originally charming beauty turned into a snake beauty with a scaly face.

Angry?

Snatch people?

It doesn't exist!

After another move, Meng Po was hit hard in the abdomen and flew backwards toward Lingyun Crossing.

After a while of twitching, Meng Po still wanted to do it!

Seeing this, the little girl who was waiting on the shore quickly reached out to stop her.

"Wow, don't stop me, look at me calling Qi Bingma and killing them!"

"Sister! Don't be angry!"

"Aren't you angry? I'm so angry! A group of shameless old maggots! They dare to bully me Mengpozhuang!"

"It's okay... It's no big deal. Just a few flower fields. When they leave, I'll just plant it..."

While speaking, the little girl stopped Meng Po, her eyes were still looking at the "little Taoist priest" holding a scroll below, her heart full of desire.

"Ha! You planted it?"

"I plant it!"

Seeing that his sister's tone was eased, the little girl nodded quickly.

She was really afraid that her sister would go down and fight against those Taoists.

How long has it been since Lingyundu seen the war?

Last time, it seemed that a monk from the East was still a monk who said he had no idea that he was dead. He yelled to go to the West and asked the Buddha why he had made him go all the way...

When the little girl thought of the monk, she felt a little scared.

She had never seen such a terrible person!

When ordinary people pass by Lingyundu, they are buried with a delusional body. Who would have thought that the monk actually buried three!

A monkey and a pig, and a big black fish behind it!

The water in the underworld cannot be washed away.

The Bodhisattvas in the mountain cannot be carried.

In the end, these three delusional bodies became spirits in this fountain water!
To be continued...
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