However, before the black monument could fall, it fell apart with a bang.
At the same time, Kong Lanyou flew out from the center of the broken monument, her body surrounded by colorful holy light, like a peerless peacock goddess, striding towards the King of Winners.
With every step she took, she could span dozens of miles, and the world seemed a little smaller under her feet.
"How is that possible?" Zhongying Wang showed an incredulous look.
The Divine Monument Palm of the Universe has always been the secret skill that King Zhongying is most proud of. It is invincible and invincible.
How could I have imagined that it would be broken so easily?
King Zhongying did not allow him to think too much, Kong Lanyou had already arrived in front of him, swiped out with one finger, and pointed at the center of his eyebrows.
Rays of colorful brilliance converge towards the fingertips.
This finger drained away the aura of heaven and earth within a thousand miles radius, and even the rules of heaven and earth became somewhat chaotic.
Zhongying Wang once again used his palm skills to unleash the power of a hundred saints.
Behind him, the phantom of Bai Sheng also shot out a palm and struck Kong Lanyou in front.
"Pfft."
Kong Lanyou's fingers penetrated King Zhongying's palm.
Immediately afterwards, she turned her fingers into palms and made three palm prints in succession, hitting King Zhongying on his palm, chest, and left head respectively.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
After suffering three consecutive heavy blows, most of the evil spirit on Zhongying Wang's body was dissipated. His body was dented, his neck bones were broken, he vomited blood, and flew to the right.
The peacock flame carried in Kong Lanyou's palm caused the body of King Zhongying to burn. No matter what means King Zhongying used, he could not extinguish the flames.
His body, like a red-hot iron, began to melt.
King Zhongying realized the huge gap between himself and Kong Lanyou, and did not dare to continue fighting. He flew down on the Bone Altar, controlled the altar, and immediately flew towards the Pluto Sword Tomb.
In an instant, he disappeared into the horizon.
Only the Blue Sky Blood Emperor can resolve the Peacock Flame on his body, so he must rush back immediately.
Kong Lanyou stood in mid-air, quietly staring at the escaping King Zhongying, without making any move to intercept him.
Because she deliberately let go of King Zhongying.
"The Blue Sky Blood Emperor helps King Zhongying resolve the Peacock Flame on his body, which will cost at least 20% of his cultivation level."
She looked down, fixed on Indra, and said, "Master, do you want to go to the Pluto Sword Tomb together?"
Indra looked at the devastated land, with flames burning everywhere. He sighed and said: "The felons imprisoned in the netherworld hell must not escape. For human beings, it is a disaster."
"Now that the war has spread to Sikong Temple, the poor monk may no longer be able to survive alone."
"Let's go! I have to go meet the Blue Sky Blood Emperor for a while, but I also want to see how powerful the undead vampires will be eight hundred years later?"
Kong Lanyou glanced at Zhang Ruochen again, and finally stepped out, as if penetrating a barrier between heaven and earth. When her steps fell, she had already appeared at the Pluto Sword Tomb.
Indra also rushed to the Pluto Sword Tomb, leaving only Zhang Ruochen, Big Sikong, Second Sikong and Little Sikong in Sikong Chanyuan.
"Since Lan You and Master Indra have rushed to the Hades Sword Tomb, and the imperial army is besieging them, there should be no losses in Nether Hell." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
No matter how you say it, the undead vampires are the public enemies of mankind, and no one wants them to release Hades.
"Hey! Where is the second prince from the Immortal Vampire Clan?"
Er Sikong scratched his scalp with his fingers.
Zhang Ruochen glanced around, and sure enough he didn't see the second prince.
I don’t know if he had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape, or if he died in the aftermath of the holy battle just now?
Without thinking any more, Zhang Ruochen sat down cross-legged, swallowed a mouthful of Xuanwu Holy Blood, pinched a holy stone in each hand, and began to go all out to restore the holy energy in his body.
By the time dawn came, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation level had recovered to 70% to 80%.
Zhang Ruochen stood up, moved his wrists and ankles, stood halfway up the mountain, and looked down the mountain.
The originally lush mountain forests were completely turned into scorched earth. In some places, there were still flames burning, melting the soil into magma.
At this time, the aroma of rice wafted out of the Zen courtyard.
Zhang Ruochen stood up and followed the scent to the dining hall of the Zen Yuan.
I saw the big Sikong, the second Sikong, and the little Sikong who was only three or four years old, gathered in three directions of a tawny wooden table, eating vegetarian meals.
On the table were polenta, steamed buns, bamboo shoots, and some green fruits. Although it was very plain, it was quite rich.
Outside the monastery, they had just experienced a life-and-death battle, and the land with a radius of thousands of miles turned into red soil. It was really incredible that they could eat and sleep as usual like normal people.
When Da Sikong saw Zhang Ruochen walking in, he immediately put down the bowl, knocked on the table with his fist, and shouted: "Second Junior Brother, look at the way you eat, you look like a hungry beggar, how can you look like a
People who practice Buddhism? Didn’t you see Donor Zhang come in? Why don’t you go get him a bowl of fast food?”
"oh!"
Er Sikong immediately put down his bowl and walked to the kitchen.
Da Sikong smiled at Zhang Ruochen with his big face and said: "Second Junior Brother is just like that. He is still young and not very sensible. Don't take offense to Donor Zhang. Sit down quickly, sit down quickly. We are always in charge of the food in the Zen Temple."
full."
Zhang Ruochen walked to a wooden table by the window, sat down, and looked at the pagoda outside the window and the red flowers wrapped around the railings. For some reason, his mind became extremely peaceful.
This Zen monastery is a truly pure place. Only because of his arrival, the purity here was broken. I actually felt a little guilty in my heart.
Unable to help himself, Zhang Ruochen sighed.
"What are you sighing about?"
On the opposite side, a clear and sweet voice sounded, extremely beautiful, like a clear spring flowing over a stone, or like a clear breeze blowing on the bright moon.
Zhang Ruochen looked over intently, and at some point, a stunningly beautiful white woman was already sitting on the seat opposite.
Zhang Ruochen immediately looked to the right and saw an old monk unknowingly appearing next to the table of Big Sikong and Little Sikong, sitting quietly on the chair, as if he had been sitting there all along.
Obviously, Kong Lanyou and Master Indra had returned to Sikong Chanyuan just now.
Zhang Ruochen immediately asked: "Senior Kong, have the undead vampires in the Hades Sword Tomb retreated? What is the outcome of the battle?"
"You answer my question first."
Kong Lanyou's beautiful eyes were like two black gems, staring straight at Zhang Ruochen, as if she wanted to see through him.
Zhang Ruochen pursed his lips, became calm, pointed at the red flowers wrapped around the window lattice, and said: "You see how beautiful life is, but we are destroying it all, shouldn't you sigh?"
Kong Lanyou shook his head slightly and said, "No, that's not right."
"Isn't that right?" Zhang Ruochen asked back.
Kong Lanyou continued to shake his head, without blinking, and said: "You shouldn't be so calm. As a normal person, when I sat across from him, he should have looked frightened. He immediately stood up and knelt in front of me.
Bow down and bow down. But you didn’t.”
Zhang Ruochen remained calm and composed, tapping his fingers lightly on the table and saying, "Do you want to see me like that?"
"Of course not."
Kong Lanyou said again: "When you were trying hard to disguise yourself, even I couldn't see any flaws. So, before returning to the monastery, I told Master Indra that I wanted to take a look at you quietly.
What do you look like when you are not disguising yourself?"
"Did you see it? Then, can you tell me what I looked like at that time?" When Zhang Ruochen said this, his voice was slightly trembling.
Since arriving 800 years ago, he has been carefully disguising himself and trying hard to hide the secrets in his heart.
Sometimes, even he almost forgets what he was like in the beginning.
Kong Lanyou's eyes were slightly red, and he said: "I see some sadness, some sorrow, and some loneliness in you. If you have not experienced the ups and downs of life, you should not have such emotions.
"
Zhang Ruochen just sat there quietly, silent, but did not dare to look at Kong Lanyou.
He wanted to tell Kong Lanyou all the truth immediately, but there were always some negative emotions that would pop up unknowingly and affect his decision.
"Mingtang's surname is Kong, not Zhang."
"Back then, the Kong family took over the imperial court of the Shengming Central Empire and took away the rights of the Zhang family."
"Are women's words still worthy of belief?"
…
Sounds like curses and bloody scenes kept appearing in Zhang Ruochen's mind.
"Donor Zhang, your vegetarian meal."
Er Sikong came to the table with a wooden tray and placed a bowl of porridge, a plate of bamboo shoots, three steamed buns, and four green fruits in front of Zhang Ruochen.
From the other direction, Da Sikong called out: "I didn't see that Master and Senior Kong have come back. Why don't you go and get two more bowls?"
"Go right away."
Er Sikong took the wooden plate and immediately went to the kitchen.
Zhang Ruochen exhaled slowly and tried to adjust his emotions to avoid being affected by his inner demons.
Gradually, his expression recovered, he held the porridge in his hands and took a sip.
Very sweet and fragrant, surprisingly delicious.
Kong Lanyou seemed to realize that Zhang Ruochen was in a dangerous state just now, so he did not continue to press him.
She picked up a steamed bun, twisted off a small piece with her slender jade fingers, put it into her crystal clear mouth, and chewed it slowly, looking particularly elegant.
Neither Kong Lanyou nor Zhang Ruochen actually need to eat whole grains anymore. However, they are enjoying the rare tranquility of Sikong Temple.
Zhang Ruochen pretended to be casual and glanced at her.
The way Kong Lanyou eats is extremely cute and charming, and her two lips are like lotus tips, flawless, gently mixing, sometimes revealing her snow-white teeth, each one is like a pearl.
At this moment, she doesn't look like any Mingtang Saint Ancestor, she is clearly the little girl from eight hundred years ago.
Everything seems to be back to the way it was before, eating together, taking morning classes together, practicing swordplay together, and studying together.
Zhang Ruochen cherishes this moment very much, because he doesn't know if there will be such an opportunity in the future?
How I hope that this time, it can be like before. Chi Yao sat aside and snatched the steamed bun from Kong Lanyou's hand a little domineeringly, stuffed a small piece into her mouth, and then put it into Zhang Ruochen's bowl
, and said with a smile: "Lan You, what should you do if you gain weight after eating so much? You should give it to your cousin, he should eat more."