Outside Alder City, there are small hills covered with red azaleas.
Jie Yin Toutuo sat cross-legged under a rhododendron, looking at the alder city with a happy smile.
Alderwood City, one of the largest cities in the Canngling Plain, is jointly managed by several big clans and controls an area of hundreds of millions of miles. If there is an invasion by a foreign enemy, several big clans will join forces to resist and fight against the powerful enemy; but on weekdays, few
This big clan is like a mad dog fighting among themselves, and every year tens of thousands of monks are shattered to pieces because of their internal fighting.
Who would have thought that Alder City is the most important killer training camp in the studio?
The internal fighting between several big clans and the fierce battles between several big clans and surrounding forces are all for the purpose of starting a war and allowing the killers in the photo studio to gain experience and practice quickly in the real bloodshed.
"Such a magical cave should be destroyed."
Jie Yin Toutuo smiled and said this to several bald monks who were also sitting cross-legged under the azaleas.
Several bald monks, one is extremely majestic, with dark golden skin, as if made of bronze; one is white and fat, with a fleshy appearance that is harmless to humans and animals; one is full of sorrow, as if pickled with bitter bile
Thirty thousand years, every wrinkle has a bitter flavor; a...
The last monk, ordinary people can hardly detect his existence.
Sitting there, he seemed to be completely integrated with the mountain, the tree, and the land. When you looked at him, you would just think that you saw a mountain, a tree, a piece of mud, or even a piece of earth.
A grasshopper, an ant, a sparrow... you will ignore his existence, and you can't even figure out his height, short, fat, thin, black and white, beauty and ugliness.
The four monks nodded slowly and stood up one after another.
The extremely majestic monk walked toward Alder City step by step and steadily.
The fat white monk swayed his body and rushed straight into the sky. He flew tens of thousands of miles into the sky in an instant, then transformed into a silver Buddha statue and swooped down silently.
The sad monk pulled out a sharp sword from nowhere and flicked the blade with his fingers. Amidst the clanging sound of the sword, the muscles behind him squirmed, and four arms slowly grew out from behind him. Each arm
They all held a long sword tightly.
And the monk, who had almost no sense of existence, disappeared as soon as he stood up.
Jie Yin Toutuo smiled. He patted the azalea next to him, and large blood-red petals flew up into the air. He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, so on each petal, there was a matchstick-sized Jie Yin Toutuo. Several.
Thousands of petals floated towards Alder City with the wind, like a mighty army.
In Alder City, evil is rampant in broad daylight.
From time to time, a cold light erupts somewhere, and a shrill scream sounds, as someone kills Xiegui.
From time to time, a miserable howl came from a certain corner. The monks around heard the sound and rushed to see a pool of blood on the ground. This was someone who had been poisoned by Xiegui.
The city was in chaos, and people's hearts were floating. Some people wanted to escape Alder City with their families, but the city gates in all directions turned into small red cherry mouths. The small mouths opened and closed slightly, emitting a clear and melodious laughter.
, there is a black hole in the mouth, bottomless, and unpredictable. No one dares to take a step towards such a 'city gate', and all mortals are sealed in the city.
Someone had an idea and wanted to climb up the city wall, then hang up with a rope and sneak out of the city.
But on the stone steps leading to the top of the city wall, small white and tender hands stretched out from the cracks in the bricks from time to time. These small hands were holding red handkerchiefs and gently waving: "Uncle, come and play.
come!"
A strong young man who was close by felt an inexplicable evil fire rush out of his heart, and boldly stepped onto the stone steps. Those little hands grabbed his ankles and pulled them down. With a "poof" sound, he disappeared without a trace.
A set of clothes was left on the ground.
In the streets and alleys, and even in the courtyards of some wealthy families, near some wells, vague figures of women appear from time to time. They cry, hold their heads and jump into the well, and a burst of frightened cries will be heard nearby.
Inexplicably, someone's body became wet all over, water sprayed out of their mouths and nostrils, and they were drowned alive on the ground.
In the back garden and library, Hu Tianjun gave Hu Ping a few hard kicks, gritted his teeth and said: "Transfer all the elite disciples who have reached the bronze medal or above in Alder City and evacuate quickly. Not only Alder City, but also the original gate of Canngling
All strongholds will be evacuated except for necessary manpower to guard them."
Changing into a set of clothes as quickly as possible, Hu Tianjun pressed his palm on the chest injury that was still in severe pain, and cursed at Hu Ping: "You evil beast, if your mother hadn't begged..."
He poked Hu Ping fiercely with his finger, and Hu Tianjun said sternly: "The elite disciples of Alder City will be your team to conquer the Holy Heaven in the future. You... work hard and don't be crazy like before."
Hu Tianjun looked at Hu Ping, who looked angry, with extremely complicated emotions.
After all, he is his own son... If Hu Ping can behave better and behave more normally during this expedition to the Holy Heaven, he will not mind giving this inferior creature a chance.
Alder City is the most important training camp of the photo studio in Canngling Great Plains, and has accumulated millions of elite killers.
If such a team really works hard and works hard, it will not be difficult to make a great contribution!
Hu Ping smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a thin line: "Dad, don't worry, hey, when we get to Jishengtian, you will be optimistic... Hehe, I don't know if the little lady of Jishengtian is smart or not!"
Hu Tianjun looked up at the ceiling in despair.
On the ceiling, small bloody handprints were clearly visible. Hu Tianjun lowered his head in boredom and glared at Hu Ping: "You are not young anymore. Look at your elder brother, what does he do on weekdays? He has already
You can now help your father and me with the building affairs, but what about you? You are still fooling around all day long!"
Hu Ping's face turned red with excitement, and he shouted loudly: "That's because you didn't give me a chance... You gave me the photo studio and let me toss it for thirty or fifty years. Look, I guarantee that the photo studio is in my hands."
Let's carry it forward... Just throw the boss to the Holy Heaven, leave the photo studio to me, and find a place to rest?"
Hu Tianjun's fingers twitched, and now he wanted to strangle this bastard son to death with his own hands.
He glanced at Hu Ping with a deep look and said coldly: "If you perform well in Jishengtian, after you come back, I will give you the real power of the master of the photo studio. If you do well, the future... will not be
Can't."
Hu Ping smiled so hard that his molars were exposed. He pointed at Hu Tianjun and shouted loudly: "You said that? You said it! Remember this, don't take it like a fart!"
Several photo studio elders who were also in the room couldn't stand it anymore. They all turned their gazes, frowned, and looked at the red lanterns floating slowly outside the window.
They felt that if Hu Ping was their son, they would have killed him with a knife.
Isn't it just a son? Marry three to five hundred more concubines, and you're afraid that you won't be able to have a child? Tsk, the poster has good intentions towards Hu Ping, but this Hu Ping... is really not a thing!
A figure with almost no sense of existence appeared quietly behind several elders.
The sound of a Buddhist chant sounded like Ruoyouruowu, and Hu Tianjun and several elders of the photo studio changed their expressions at the same time. Black and white mist spewed out around Hu Tianjun, and a large cold light instantly enveloped the entire library.
'Bang bang bang', there were seven muffled sounds in a row. The figure suddenly took action, and a small vajra pestle that was more than a foot long burst out with a bright light that could not be seen directly, shattering the black and white colors around Hu Tianjun.
The mist hit the seven studio elders in the room hard on the backs of their heads.
Intense, violent, wanton, and raging murderous intent condensed into substance. Behind the figure, a bloody Buddha statue flashed away, and seven photo studio elders who were in the late stage of the Void and the Perfection Realm were proficient in countless assassinations, surprise attacks, and even assassinations.
, has assassinated countless masters, but was assassinated by others using more clever and unimaginable means.
The small Vajra pestle exploded like a giant volcano, one after another with overlapping killing intent, and the Buddha's power with the terrifying intention of annihilation blasted into the heads of the seven elders, and saw the seven heads erupting into a dazzling light.
There was a bloody light, and then there was a 'pop', and the soul was instantly annihilated.
Hu Tianjun stood upright and his heart suddenly contracted.
He shouted in a hoarse voice: "Killing Buddha Wuxin...you are killing Buddha Wuxin...bastard!"
Killing Buddha without intention, a legend in the world of Yuan Lingtian killers.
His identity in Yuan Lingtian's killer business is probably the evil ghosts in the ghost stories that the old man told his grandson at dusk.
The huge photo studio has spent a huge amount of energy, manpower, and mobilized countless resources to find out the identity of Killing Buddha Wu Xin - this guy has pulled out his teeth several times and robbed the business of the photo studio, even the people sent by the photo studio.
The killers were all killed together.
But after a thousand years, the studio still knew nothing about killing Buddha Wuxin.
He should exist.
However, no one can find him.
At this moment, Hu Tianjun saw the bloody Buddha statue behind the figure, and some legends related to Killing Buddha Wuxin suddenly came to his mind. He roared angrily, and at the same time countless cold rays shot towards Killing Buddha Wuxin.
At the same time, a large area of faint mysterious light surged from Hu Tianjun's body. He activated hundreds of defensive methods to protect himself almost at the same time. He grabbed Hu Ping's shoulders and led Hu Ping out of the library at full speed.
The library was cut into pieces by countless cold lights, but Sha Fo Wuxin stood quietly in the cold light emitted by Hu Tianjun, as if he did not exist. Countless cold lights penetrated his body, but failed to cause any harm to him.
Hu Tianjun grabbed Hu Ping and fled out of the library. He looked at Killing Buddha Wu Xin and stayed there quietly without making any move to pursue him. Suddenly a warning signal surged in his heart. He raised his head suddenly and spat out a spray from his mouth.
Streaming light.
A silver Buddha statue about three feet high was smashed on the head. It was almost to the extreme, but it did not make any sound. The Buddha statue hit hard on the stream of light sprayed by Hu Tianjun. The stream of light suddenly condensed, revealing its true body, with a handle three inches long.
transparent dagger.
The dagger, which was surrounded by a faint smoke, was shattered bit by bit. The silver Buddha statue only hesitated slightly and continued to smash down hard.
Hu Tianjun stopped where he was, gritting his teeth and looking at the Buddha statue.