The young monks who used the pulse used it.

How vast is our Buddhist kingdom? A Buddhist kingdom is just a small world. How much material can it accommodate?

Especially when we later attained the Red Dust Heaven, there were more than 10,000 Buddhist kingdoms, each of which was comparable to a heaven. Such a vast space could accommodate any amount of material.

luggage?

salute?

These words are already too unfamiliar.

But at this moment, Lu Qian's own Buddhist kingdom cannot be sensed at all... As for Hongchentian, there seems to be a faint connection, but it is completely unable to drive her to do anything.

As for saying 'promise yourself' or something like that...ah!

You old guy with a pitted face is willing, Lu Qian is not in the mood yet... Do you think you are the three Qingyou sisters?

After laughing a few times, Lu Qian said bitterly: "Brother, are you kidding... Well, the young monk seems to have packed some clothes and saluted, but I don't know where he threw them... Well, the young monk has a lot of strength!"

"Strength?" Zhou Laodao smiled and shook his head. He muttered in a low voice: "We guys are all very strong. Tsk!"

The long knife in his hand suddenly twirled, and a cold light flashed. The paper-thin tip of the long knife gently made a cut in the thickest part of Lu Qian's chest muscles.

As soon as the knife was drawn, Zhou Laodao's expression suddenly changed - this knife of his was already a rare weapon at his level. It cost him half of his life's accumulated wealth, and it also cost him many years of hard work.

As a favor, he finally asked a master craftsman to forge the 'Heavenly Weapons' for him.

Although it is just an inferior item among the 'weapons of heaven', this is not a 'magic weapon' that ordinary people can get their hands on!

But when the knife was struck, even though Zhou Laodao only used a small amount of force, it was enough to cut off a huge tree as thick as a three-person hug. However, when this knife fell on Lu Qian, he only made a muffled sound of "Puff".

The sound left a white mark on his skin but failed to cause any harm to him?

"I...fuck grandpa!"

Zhou Laodao exclaimed in surprise, and a group of caravan guys raised their weapons one by one and stared at Lu Qian as if they were seeing a ghost.

Zhou Laodao's face changed slightly, his wrist sank, and with a 'swish' sound, he used 70% of his strength to slash the thick part of Lu Qian's chest. With a 'chi' sound, Zhou Laodao used all his strength.

The powerful knife actually only cut through a very thin layer of Lu Qian's muscles, leaving a tiny wound about half an inch deep!

Compared to Lu Qian's 'huge body', a mere half-inch wound, what does it mean to Lu Qian?

Zhou Laodao's expression changed, and he took several steps back while holding the knife.

He looked at Lu Qian in shock and hissed: "Master monk, we men are all doing small business, licking blood from the knife edge, and struggling to earn some hard-earned money... The cause and effect on you is too big, we men don't dare to provoke...

…Don’t be offended, let’s just pretend we’ve never met today…”

After all, it was Lao Jianghu. Zhou Laodao was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat, his legs were so weak that he almost sat on the ground with his butt hanging.

In this wasteland, he, Zhou Laodao, is also one of the few 'real cultivators' within 300,000 miles. He can cut off more than 100,000 heads with one cloak sword. With the power of one person, he can chop them off with force.

Gaining a territory brings prestige.

With his cloak knife, whose combat power and record ranked among the top three thousand in the expert list within 300,000 miles around, he used 70% of his power to be able to cut through only one layer of Lu Qian's flesh - Lu

Yi's cultivation, Lu Yi's strength, Lu Yi's origin, and how terrifying his enemies are, it's just... I dare not think about it!

Zhou Laodao had an inexplicable urge to cry.

This kind of impulse is very similar to the feeling he had when he was young, when he saw the brothel red aunt who took away his boyhood being ransomed by a wealthy man, and then left him... that kind of powerlessness, that kind of emptiness, that kind of feeling

The loss and fear that enveloped the whole body were accompanied by inexplicable envy and jealousy!

Zhou Laodao maintained his last trace of clarity.

He knew very well that he had used 70% of his strength to only scratch a layer of Lu Qian's flesh, and Lu Qian was still seriously injured, lying on the ground and letting him do whatever he wanted - if Lu Qian was intact, would he even be able to scratch it?

Lu Qian can't be hurt even by a layer of oily skin?

Such a terrifying master, what kind of terrifying existence could he be that could hurt him like this?

And such a terrifying being was injured like this. Why did they break out into conflict?

If you can't think about it carefully, you won't be able to live this life if you think about it carefully.

Just go!

Must go!

We absolutely can't all stay here.

It is even more impossible to take Lu Qian away.

You can't afford to provoke him, so stay away from the place of right and wrong as soon as possible, otherwise there is a real danger of your body being shattered into pieces and the nine tribes becoming extinct.

Cold sweat continued to seep out on his forehead, and the cold sweat mixed with the cold rain continued to slide down his cheeks. Zhou Laodao smiled dryly, put his left hand behind his back, and kept gesturing to the guys in the caravan, telling them to leave this ghost quickly.

place.

Lu Qian looked at Zhou Laodao who was retreating with a faint look, and sighed softly: "This, this is embarrassing... It's nothing to do with you. If you are not willing to rescue the young monk, you can just take people away...

...but you just, inexplicably, stabbed the young monk twice."

"This is cause and effect, this is right and wrong!"

"Brother, if you are tainted by the karma with Xiao Monk, you will be tainted with right and wrong."

"If you don't rescue the little monk today, and let the little monk stay in this small forest, let the wind blow, rain, and birds and beasts peck at him... If the little monk recovers from his injuries, the cause and effect of these two swords will definitely find you.

, I have a clear plan with you."

Lu Qian looked at the twisted-faced Zhou Laodao with a smile: "Of course, maybe you can also try. The edge of your knife is good. Maybe you can chop a hundred and eighty times on my neck and try to decapitate me. Maybe

That cuts off the cause and effect?"

Zhou Laodao's childish hole suddenly froze, and murderous aura suddenly arose all over his body.

He looked at the long knife in his hand, and then at the half-inch deep wound on Lu Qian's chest that he had just cut out.

Yes, maybe, if he used this knife to give Lu Qian a hundred and eighty blows, he could cut off Lu Qian's head? If the head is gone, the person will naturally die. When a person dies, all the cause and effect will be gone.

!

At least in the surrounding wasteland of 300,000 miles, Zhou Laodao had never heard of anyone surviving without their head.

Just when Zhou Laodao was accumulating murderous intent in his heart, he was about to go all out to give Lu Qian a "dumpling stuffing" treat...

Outside the grove, two scouts suddenly ran over in a hurry. One of them was holding the body of a small beast whose essence and blood had been sucked out with great difficulty - it was the same one who was killed by the Tianlong Zen Staff outside the grove before.

, the small beast shaped like a bamboo rat that was drained of blood by Lu Qian and then discarded outside.

"This is the iron-eating rat!" A scout man hissed: "Master Dao, this iron-eating rat's throat was obviously bitten open and it died after being drained of its essence and blood!"

Lu Qian looked at Zhou Laodao with a smile.

Zhou Laodao looked at the iron-eating rat. He noticed that there was a large circle of teeth marks on the iron-eating rat's neck... And with such a big mouth, a person with a decent build would obviously not be able to bite such a huge bite.

of wounds.

Judging from the wounds, the murderer who bit the iron-eating rat's neck and sucked its essence and blood was probably about two feet, three or four feet tall?

And the iron-eating rat...

It is an extremely rare and dangerous creature in this wasteland.

The iron-eating rat has a gentle nature and likes to run around underground, feeding on roots and roots of various underground plants. However, it has a body of copper-skinned iron bones and steel-reinforced silver marrow. Although it is not good at fighting, it has extremely strong defense capabilities.

With the cloak knife in his hand, Zhou Laodao would most likely lose if he faced off against an iron-eating rat.

Because he couldn't break through the iron-eating rat's defense at all, and couldn't even damage its fur.

The two-foot-long iron-eating rat is extremely valuable because of its extremely tough fur - the skin of such a small beast is worth as much as the skin piled on a cart by Zhou Laodao

of all the hides!

In this wasteland, famous experts all want to get a leather armor made of iron-eating rat fur. This will undoubtedly give them an extra life - but with Zhou Laodao's knowledge, in the wasteland with a radius of 300,000 miles,

, dozens of large and small deserted cities, there are only about thirty sets of real iron-eating rat leather armor in total.

Too far away...

In short, the iron-eating rat has extremely strong defense and is extremely difficult to hunt.

Its fur is its most valuable material.

And the iron-eating rat that was so difficult to kill actually had its throat bitten open and its blood and essence was sucked dry.

One can imagine how terrifying this murderer is.

Zhou Laodao looked at Lu Qian blankly for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Great monk... no, master... Master is in trouble, my heart, Old Zhou, really hurts... Hey, I'm late, Old Zhou

, It’s too late, I’ll make you suffer, Master!”

With a 'choking' sound, a cold light flashed across the handle of the knife in his hand, and the six-foot-long knife disappeared. Zhou Laodao hung the handle on his belt and diligently held Lu Qian's arm, trying to help him up.

Just with a little effort... an embarrassing thing happened - with Zhou Laodao's strength, he could only barely lift one of Lu Qian's arms, and even his upper body could not be lifted up. Zhou Laodao's expression changed, and the surroundings

The knowledgeable and discerning caravan guys all looked at Lu Qian as if they were seeing a monster.

Zhou Laodao's lips trembled slightly, and he hissed: "What are you still doing? Why don't you help me quickly and help the master to the car to rest... Hey, take out the best pieces of python skin and cut down some tree trunks."

Son, build a carport for Master to take shelter from the rain!"
To be continued...