Text] Chapter 297: The murderous intention is revealed

? "Li Nan, please collect the formation." I hunchedly notified Li Nan to withdraw the formation and collect the formation. The latter might have guessed the result of the battle based on my low voice, so I didn't ask any more questions.

As soon as the formation was eliminated, the four animals ran away quickly. In the temple, there were almost no other animals' corpses except those rats that I used the purple air barrier to kill.

"Brother, thank you for your hard work." I nodded to Wen Xiaofeng, who returned to his seat with disgrace.

"I'm too careless." Wen Xiaofeng sighed and shook his head.

"I didn't expect him to do that." I forced myself to make a fuss and reached out and patted Wen Xiaofeng on the shoulder. Although I was extremely desperate at the moment, I still didn't want Wen Xiaofeng to blame himself too much. After all, he had tried his best.

"We won, why are you two still dejected?" King Kongpao asked when he saw that we had a strange expression.

"The old eighth has left the boundary and can only be considered a draw." Murong Zhuifeng shook his head and said.

"I'll do it." King Kong Pao said, stretching out his right hand and counting his fingers.

"No need to forget it. Three wins, two losses and one draw in six games. Even if Xiaojiu wins the next game, it will only be four wins and one draw. No one can play again." Murong Zhuifeng pressed the hand of King Kong Cannon.

"What's the point of getting flat?" King Kong Pao asked unwillingly.

"If it's flat, it's flat. It's all free travel." I tried my best to force a joke. Everyone has tried their best. Although this result made me extremely desperate, I don't want them to be as uncomfortable as me.

"What's free? We've lost so much. It's a loss now that we're leaving in shame." King Kong Pao muttered helplessly.

"Who said we were leaving? I haven't played yet." I looked up at the King Kong Cannon.

"It's useless to fight. What else do you want to fight?" King Kongpao took out a cigarette and handed me a piece of it, "If you lose, you lose. Let's come over again in the future."

"So far, everything seems to be under Minghui's expected arrangements. I want to see how he arranged me?" I reached out and took the cigarette. The old monk Juewu gave up his skin and passed away early in the process of his sudden whereabouts. It is not uncommon for Buddhist monks to decide the time for his death. What puzzled me was that Juewu's skin fell so quickly, and Jianzhen could catch it in time. This made it impossible, unless he knew in advance that Juewu would do that, and had already prepared to catch the skin in advance.

"Lao Ba, Xiao Jiu, don't be too sad, things may turn around." Murong Zhuifeng looked up at the many monks who had already left the roof.

"What turn?" Wen Xiaofeng and I looked up at the same time.

"Minghui proposed the nine battles. Since he can predict the situation first, he should not be groundless." Murong Zhuifeng said with an analysis.

"That's what Jianzhen said, it's not accurate, and they didn't say they would fight nine games." Wen Xiaofeng shook his head and said. This time he came here, he had been with me, so he naturally knew the whole story.

"Jianzhen acts entirely based on Minghui's instructions. What he said at the beginning was that their Netherworld Zen Temple was not afraid of those nine battles, which means that it is likely to have to fight nine games." Murong Zhuifeng was a woman after all, and she was as careful as she was.

"Who is fighting? Are you fighting?" King Kongpao muttered disapprovingly when he lights a cigarette.

The words of the King Kong Cannon immediately made Murong Zhuifeng speechless. The few of them looked at each other for a long time and finally shook their heads and sighed.

At this moment, the monks had moved Juewu's skin to the front of the Netherworld Hall to set up a collapsed place. Next, they would definitely chant the sutras.

"Master Jianzhen, continue the next battle in one hour." I stood up and said loudly. Although Juewu ruined my big event, the compassion he showed in the last moment was to drag Wen Xiaofeng out of the field instead of the attack, which made me admire him, so I left two hours for the monks to recite the sutras. Otherwise, my original intention was to start the next battle immediately.

"Amitabha." Jianzhen clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, indicating that he could hear and agree to my proposal.

In the next hour, my heart was constantly turbulent. Victory was hopeless, and Wang Yanpei could not save me. My persistence was meaningless. There are two reasons why I insisted on the outcome. First, I was angry and dissatisfied with being manipulated by Minghui. If I ended up, no matter who the opponent was, I would take a harsh action and vent my anger. Second, I had fantasies and hope that a miracle could occur to turn the situation around. Although I also knew that the possibility of a miracle was slim.

"I deserve it, I deserve it!" Just as I was thinking about it, King Kong Pao actually laughed happily.

I raised my head in dissatisfaction and confusion, and then I understood why he was so happy. The food-making Toutu, who had been riding on the Bodhisattva's neck, was now carrying a bedding on his shoulders and carrying a bedding, followed by an angry Jixian. Without asking, I knew that the misconductive actions made by this Toutuo in his previous horror made Jixian very angry, and this was sweeping him out of the house.

"What nonsense, sit down." I was extremely depressed at this moment. I didn't feel gloating at all when I saw this Toutulu who had thrown my kitchen knife with a kitchen knife. Instead, I secretly spoke for him. When I was making a big fuss with the Vajra Cannon, this Toutu went up regardless of the danger, but in the end I was thrown into a mess. Unfortunately, no one remembers what he did for the Toutuluo Temple back then. Is it so easy for people to forget the past?

The chanting of the sutra finally stopped, and the monks returned to their positions again. However, this time the other party did not immediately designate the monk to end.

"Ziyang Temple Chengfengzi is willing to learn the boundless magical powers of Buddhist monks. Please send someone to the end." I swayed my clothes and left my seat to stand up and glared at Jianzhen. At this moment, I finally realized the mood of the King of Western Chu fighting alone in Wujiang. The gentle and graceful Yiren is no longer there. All the generals who followed him to fight in all directions were killed. Only he was left alone facing tens of thousands of enemy troops. Even though he had peerless courage, how could he snatch all tens of thousands of people and raise his arms high to the sky.

"Please send someone to the end!" I saw Jianzhen hesitating and couldn't help but roar again. They had already revealed my murderous intention at this moment, and knew that anyone who sent me would die.

"Amitabha, please wait a moment, as soon as noon arrives, we will send someone to the end." Jian Zhen quickly put the yellow paper in his arms.

"I am waiting for you to noon." I snorted proudly and sat back on my seat. At this moment, I was angry and too lazy to be ashamed of myself. The reason why I called myself the master was to give invisible intimidation to the monks on the other side. I wanted them to know who would die. Even if the young lama dared to come on stage, I would do everything possible to take his life.

"They seem to be waiting?" Wen Xiaofeng turned to me.

"I don't care what they are waiting for. As long as anyone dares to be the bird of success, I will save him." My mind is full of Wang Yanpei's suffering in the underworld. As her man, I can't save her, which makes me angry. The one who caused this situation today is this group of self-righteous monks who think they are old and can never change. If it weren't for their interference, my magic from back then would naturally be able to retain Wang Yanpei's soul. Even if it were to find a dementia woman who was born without consciousness, it would not be difficult to force Wang Yanpei's soul to be possessed by her body. Now all this has become a silence. We have lost, and Wang Yanpei still has to stay in the underworld. Years of preparation will eventually turn into a silence. Many of my efforts will be wasted. I am really unwilling to accept it.

"Ninth brother, don't be too angry, as it will be detrimental to your cultivation." Wen Xiaofeng comforted softly, and he could naturally realize that my mood was complicated at the moment and my breath fluctuated extremely violently.

I nodded silently without opening my mouth, and adjusted my breath to calm my breath. I had to adjust my state to the peak to deal with the young lama who might appear.

"They probably won't send that lama to the end." Murong Zhuifeng closely followed Jian Zhen's actions on the other side.

"How did you know?" King Kong Pao asked in confusion.

"Monkey Jianzhen occasionally looks at the foot of the mountain, as if waiting for helpers who have not arrived yet." Murong Zhuifeng observed it very carefully. After her reminder, we found that Jianzhen often looked up at the sun and confirmed the time, and occasionally looked at the foot of the mountain.

"Are the old bald donkey coming back soon?" King Kong Pao immediately thought that Minghui would come back to deal with me.

"No." I shook my head and denied King Kong Pao's speculation, "Jianzhen said that he would send someone to the end. If Minghui came in person, he would not be able to use this word "sect."

Everyone waited in confusion and found noon, but there was no helper from the Netherworld Zen Temple. I saw that the time had arrived, so I left my seat and stood up again.

"Master Jianzhen, when do you want me to wait?" My tone was very rude. Waiting for more than half an hour for no reason made me even more angry.

"Master Jixing, please be careful." Jianzhen approached the monk group and erected a young monk as a ritual. The latter left his seat and stood up and entrusted his rituals, and turned to the battle venue.

This monk named Jixing is about 31 or 2 years old. He has beautiful eyebrows and fair face. He has passed the purple catastrophe at a young age and possesses the lilac spiritual energy. His big red robe is slanted over his body, which adds a lot of Buddhist majesty. Even so, the creamy aura on his body is quite strong.

"Why did he send such a young man to him?" King Kong Pao was immediately confused when he saw Jian Zhen sending such a number of people.

"This person only has lilac spiritual energy, and the five elements belong to fire, so he is not the general you merge with one another." Wen Xiaofeng was also puzzled.

"If he can die, I will be willing to bury him!" I looked at Ji Xing, who pretended to be calm in the field. He already knew that I was at the peak of Zi Qi, and also knew that I was murderous now. Although I was so calm that I might have cursed the monk Jianzhen who sent him to die.

As for this kind of thing, I was too lazy to ask him where he was, and even more lazy to use weapons. I took off the waist and turned around and placed it on the coffee table behind me. Who knew that a familiar purple aura appeared as I turned around and came quickly from the bottom of the mountain.

"Ninth brother, did you know the woman?" Wen Xiaofeng saw my expression change drastically, and when he looked up, the rapid purple aura appeared, and he even judged the gender of the person through his aura.

I nodded slowly without saying a word. The woman who rushed to the foot of the mountain turned out to be Bai Jiuyu, the eldest son of Tushan clan...
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