Dragon-Marked War God

After entering the western realm, you can smell a different atmosphere in the air. This can be the kingdom of Buddha Gate, although there are many other powers here, and at the edge of the western realm, there is a real Demon race, Buddha Gate is originally the Demon race's Ke Xing, when the Buddha Gate will decline, half of the reason is because of the war with the Demon race, and of course, now the Demon race is also in decline.

Boom...

When you come to the west, you can hear the loud bell, which is the bell of a thunderous voice. Just listen to it and you can make people feel refreshed, throw away troubles and minds. This is the pure earth of Buddha's Gate. It has been handed down for a long time. There are also killings here, but it is washed by Buddha's light. The air looks very clean.

But since entering the western realm, the mood of the ruler and the monk has obviously changed somewhat depressed, with a hint of sadness on his face, but he quickly adjusted his mood, locked a direction, and quickly swept away, now the ultimate aim is to save the river dust and the big yellow dog, if not to save the river dust and the big yellow dog, he would not come back, he does not want to see the disappointed look of the master.

In the western corner, there is a mountain range, the mountains are deserted, but inside the mountains, there is a perfectly independent mountain peak, above which the mountain water show, shaded by green trees, even the heavens and the earth are energetic, and the deserted mountains are in the most stark contrast, looking extremely uncoordinated.

The ruler and still appeared outside the mountain range, the mouth chirped and mumbled, and walked toward the mountain peak. Soon before the mountain peak, there was an invisible restraint, outside the mountain peak, wrapped the whole mountain peak, ordinary people could not see, if the river and dust were now present, they would surely see, this invisible restraint was from a little holy hand.

Before the monks came to the ban, they took a spiritual character out of their hands and drew a line against the void in front of them. At once, they tore the ban out a gap and walked in. After the hegemonic entered, the ban was restored to its original state and intact.

For reasons of restraint, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to reach the mountain peaks, and it is inevitable that they will be stopped. Obviously, the hegemony is extremely familiar with the place.

Entering the mountain, it will be discovered that the prototype of this peak should be much higher than the current peak. However, the peak was cut flat by a master sword before the peak. The peak that was cut flat was situated at the top of a temple. The temple was small but extremely elegant.

In the middle of the mountain, there is a huge stone tablet with ten feet, engraved with a strong pale hand with two large letters [Green Lotus]. The mountain is called Green Lotus Mountain. The specific origin is that it is believed that all the people in the western realm know something about Ancestor Green Lotus.

The whole mountain seemed so quiet that there was no one to see and no one to smell.

The Buddha and Sanghua are familiar with the road and jumped one step and stepped directly onto the mountain peak.

The temple door was open, and the dominator and the monk walked directly into it. In front of it was a golden palace. Although it was not known how long it had been built, there was still a golden light and a sacred atmosphere outside. The main entrance was still open, and the dominator and the monk walked in.

The palace is large and empty. The only statue placed in the center is a very solemn statue. The statue is a high priest, covered in gold. He has a charming face. He looks in his fifties. He is not old, he is not fat, he is not skinny, he loses his hand in front of his chest, he has a smile on his mouth, he has nine scars on his head. The statue is as if he were alive at any time. However, there is no sound on the statue to prove that the statue is nothing more than a statue.

If Jiang Dun wakes up now, he will recognize the owner of this statue.

The tyrant and Sang-Po Tong knelt in front of the statue, respectfully kowtowing three times. He changed his monk posture when he was in the realm of the realm, and he regained unprecedented solemnity.

“Well, not bad. The first thing to come back is to give your grandmaster a kowtow. ”

At this time, a voice sounded from within the palace, which was very thick and solemn, and it was clear from listening that it was a worthy monk, far from being a hegemonic and yet comparable.

As the voice dropped, an old monk suddenly appeared in the hall. The old monk appeared extremely strange and didn't even shake the void for a moment. It was like a ghost charm, and it could be seen that it had reached the point of peak creation.

The old monk, dressed in an ancient yellow robe, looked seventy years old, with a white beard on his face, calm eyes, could not see that his emotions were a little fluctuating. In this whole temple of Green Lotus Mountain, there were only two apprentices, and after the reigning monk and kindness left, there was only this old monk.

“Master. ”

The tyrant bows to the old monk and respects his deity.

“Class 4 Warlord, it's better than walking in two grades, but it's not enough, you have too much burden on you, for the division once told you that your growth path must go through all sorts of suffering to be able to really grow up, this process is for the division, but any help you can give, you come back now, want to stay in this shitty temple to live a dry and odorless life? ”

The old monk's voice said calmly, but it is not hard to hear that his speech is still somewhat disappointed with the bully. Sometimes, disappointment often stems from too much expectation, as if the old monk expected the bully. Even if the bully is already outstanding among his peers, even compared to the supergenius of the Great Thunder Monastery, it is not enough for the expectations of the old monk.

“Master, the Great Thunder Temple has invited you many times, why have you always refused to go? What's good about staying here? It's enough for you to fix it, even if it's all over the world, and the grandmaster thing. Every time I ask you, you don't tell me, just let me practice hard. ”

The tyrant said that he was a stubborn man in his bones. He did not understand why the master did this. The Big Thunder Temple is the highest place in the Buddha Gate. The Buddhist people in the Buddha Gate, who did not enter the Big Thunder Temple to feel a tremendous honor, but his master stubbornly refused the invitation of the Big Thunder Temple once.

“What do you know? The Great Thunder Monastery is far from as simple as you think it is, it's a shallow thing to do, you're too shallow, you're too smart, you can be the grandmaster's descendant, you should feel immense honor, I stay here, naturally there is my reason, and as for the question you want to know, when you repair to be more than a teacher, naturally the teacher will tell you. ”

The old monk said.

“Master, you are now the ninth grade of Little Saint Xiu Wei, to exceed your monkey years and months, and what kind of secrets must I reach the Grand Holy Level in order to know? ”

The hegemony and the yet to understand, and how difficult it is to be a great saint, it is no longer just a matter of talent.

“That's why you don't waste any time practicing, no matter how long you can wait as a division, you told you before you left for the division, don't come back to see me if you can't reach the warlord, wait for you to reach the warlord, give you something else for the division, if you don't die outside, that is, life, you now the fourth level warlord repair, is come back to let the division praise you? ”

The old monk was a little angry and hated the smell of iron and steel.

The bully only reacted. The purpose of his return this time was to save the river dust and the big yellow dog. It was precisely when he saw the statue of the grandmaster that he could not help but ask those questions. Almost forgot the purpose of his return. When he saw his master angry, the bully thought of his purpose.

“Master, the apprentice came back for a reason, Master, look. ”

The tyrant stood up from the ground, his hands waved, the river dust and the big yellow dog suddenly emerged and lay on the ground.

The old monk's eyes fell on Jiangdu's body, his eyes couldn't help but shine. For some reason, he felt a familiar breath from this young man. Even though Jiangdu was in a deep coma, the mystery between the secrets made the old monk feel a little familiar, but the old monk could be sure that he had never seen this young man, but it was too strange where that familiarity came from.

“Master, this man's name is Jiang Dun. He and this big yellow dog are friends of the apprentice in the brown realm. When the apprentice was in the sea of chaos, the apprentice got a sherry son. When he closed training, he ran into the outside enemy siege. It was they who saved the life of the apprentice by risking their lives. Now they are seriously injured and the apprentice is powerless to ask Master for help. ”

The tyrant said, "Don't forget what will happen in Liangzhou."

Rumor has it, the old monk is stunned first, the face immediately reveals a hint of hidden joy. Green Lotus Mountain has not known how long it will not allow outsiders to arrive, but today the people brought back by the Buddha, the old monk is not a little angry, not to mention that the old monk does have a familiar feeling about the river dust, does not exclude him from his heart, second, the Buddha can be so kind and meaningful, or makes him very happy. He is a small apprentice who has not been tamed since he was a child. Now, in the early days, he can make friends with life and death, also what the old monk wants to see.

Especially if the Buddha and Sang are able to meet talented people, he is even happier, which may play a major role in his future practice.

“You said you got a sherry? ”

The old monk said that a mindset radiated from his eyes and entered directly into the body of the ruler and monk, which was then retrieved.

“Well, you are a man of great fortune, and the Shirley Son is left behind by a Level 3 Little Sacred Seating. No wonder you have advanced so quickly. Your body was transformed once again. This is your own creation, believing that you can be promoted to a Level 5 Warlord at any time if you wish. ”

The old monk was very happy, then he knelt down and looked at the river and dust. He just glanced at it and was immediately surprised: “How could there be such an intense force of pure thunder in his body? ”