Dragon-Marked War God

“Stinky monk, if I hadn't been a wise man, would you have seen such a beautiful hostess? You crawler, you have no idea how grateful you are to me. ”

“Appreciate your ass? I was saved by the little dust, you stinking bastard, or so deserving, I almost got fucking killed, and you're still in the mood for chicks, are you still a brother? Dead dog.”

Once the Buddha and Sang changed the serious look just now, the time broke and shouted. Everyone was surprised, even if not the master, it was also a bit silly. The former Buddha and Sang, that's not true.

“Dog, didn't I get hurt badly? If it weren't for you, why would I be like this? You guys don't know what to do. When I'm better, I'll bite you to death, you disgusting monk. ”

“Amitabha Buddha, Malgobi's, has spoken another dirty word, blessed and blessed. ”

After that, the ruler and Jean bowed gently to the master.

“This time, thanks to your brother, the ruler appreciates your eighth ancestor - no, right? Mistaken speech, thank you for saying I can't save my brother's life. ”

“You're welcome, Brother Big Brother, I see... you are such a true lover too. ”

Not to be embarrassed, but he knows that the hearts of the rulers and the monks are quite generous.

“That's a real thing. ”

Muling Dongchen was a little hard to say, whispering.

“By the way, what are you going to do next? ”

Jiangdu asked.

“I want to go to that place, and I know there's something I want. ”

The ruler and the monk said.

“Okay, I'll go with you. ”

Jiangdu nodded.

“I'll go, too, Grandpa. ”

The big yellow dog leaped down and looked back at Lady Lo.

“My goddess, I'm going to a place with a stinking monk, you don't miss me. ”

“Mmm.”

Goddess Lo's lips gently opened, saying only one word. It's not easy for her not to eat fireworks.

Muling Dongchen and others tried to help Jiangdu, but he was stopped by Jiangdu.

“You can wait for me in Yuhua, I will definitely go. ”

Jiangdu turned everyone down because he had a feeling that it was definitely not to be underestimated and that it would probably be dangerous.

“You're a bit of a dead dog. ”

The superior and the monk smiled heavily at the big yellow dog.

Two people, one dog, on a journey together.

Oriental, a dark cemetery, where the ruler and still relied on his inner summoning and sensing.

Not far away, a layer soars into the palace of the cloud, plunges directly into the cloud, and the light is overflowing. Although it is not known how many years have passed, the palace still has not collapsed.

Outside the palace, there are broken walls everywhere, stone statues Lin Li, are all Buddhist creatures, disciples hundreds of thousands.

On top of the palace, there is a big bell, directly embedded on the glass tile above the palace, surrounded by a Buddhist atmosphere.

“This is it! ”

The ruler and Sang glanced at Jiangdu and said.

“Is this where you are summoned? ”

“Yeah, right here. It's like a Buddha's temple, but I don't know how many years it's been. ”

The ruler and the monk stepped in, and the surrounding space seemed to have caused a ripple.

“Little Thunder Temple! ”

The superior and the champion stared silently at the four large words above the Buddha's Palace, as if deep inside, all extremely touching.

“Little Thunder Temple, is this the Little Thunder Temple of the Divine Realm? Why do I feel so desolate, so sad here? ”

The tyrant and Jean muttered.

But Jiangdu couldn't get in. His feet, anyway, couldn't get in. So did the big yellow dog.

“Shit, this goddamn Buddha Hall still doesn't recognize people? Dog, I'm so handsome, it doesn't make any sense. ”

“If we can't get in, let's go for a walk. ”

Jiangdu Road.

“You go, papa. I'm not healed, I'm lazy. ”

The big yellow dog mumbled and fell asleep again.

“You should be a pig in your next life. ”

“Snoring...”

Jiangdu's voice had just fallen, and the dead dog actually snored.

In the Little Thunder Temple, the ruler and the monk saw a statue of a great day in the Great Male Palace, above the statue, solemnly mourned, the futon at the feet, more dusty.

The ruler and Sang slowly knelt down and kowtowed three heads in front of Buddha on a great day.

Between them, an ancient book and a purple golden bowl appeared before him.

“Golden Bowl Without Beginnings, The Great Day Curse?" ”

The dominator and Sang's face changed and he was incredibly heavy. Even the emperor's strong were constrained by the Big Day Curse. He actually appeared in front of himself three times after he kowtowed his head. It was really a bit frightening.

It's too divine!

Jiangdu shook his head and turned to a cemetery not far away. Though more than a dozen miles apart, it's completely different, full of peace, not like a burial place, but like a place to enjoy your old age.

In this cemetery, there are not many graves, and the tombstones are not distorted, some of which are merely wooden inscriptions, but equally simple, as if they had been repaired specifically.

Hundreds of tombstones, the river and dust glanced over, but few pieces he could see clearly. There's only one piece, and it clearly says:

Headless God of War, Heaven's Tomb!

The rest of the tombstone, he seemed to do everything he could to keep rubbing his eyes, but he just couldn't see what was written on it.

“God of war, the ancient god of war? I think I've heard that name. ”

Jiangdun mumbled.

“He is the simplest and the scariest of gods. ”

An old voice appeared behind the river dust, and the river dust was a shock, and he didn't even find each other.

“I'm the tomb keeper here. ”

The old man laughed, grinning, seeing the river dust, seemed happy, and not very alert.

“Gravekeeper. ”

Jiangdun mumbled.

“Why, I can't see the words on those inscriptions. ”

“I can't see clearly either. ”

The tomb keeper shook his head, saying he didn't know.

Jiang Dunrao looked deeply at the tomb keeper. His strength was only the peak of the false god class, but his appearance made Jiang Dun feel a little strange.

“Why don't you go to the Divine Realm if you want to guard the tomb here? ”

Jiangdu asked. He knew that he was a living, fleshy man, not a god.

“Life, grass, autumn, where you come from, where you go back. To die, to go back to the tomb, to live, to pursue a name for profit, to die, to fight for a name for profit, will the divine world be a good place again? Huh.”

The tomb keeper laughed.

“You can see it. Indeed, it is not a matter of life or death, but of pursuing profit and fame, and death remains so, and between the heavens and the earth, only in the tombs of God. ”

Jiangdu nodded lightly.

“So why should I let myself go?" ”

The tomb keeper questioned.

“How many years have you been here? ”

Jiangdu asked.

Gravekeeper shook his head.

“I've also forgotten the years. ”