Anjiang!

Blood rain poured down.

It lasts for about a quarter of an hour.

The blood rain in the sky slowly dissipated, and the dark clouds covered with the sky also disappeared.

A blue sky appeared, a big sun hung high, and thousands of beams of light spread across the heaven and earth, dispelling the darkness of the heaven and earth and the heaven and earth were bright.

There was silence on the surface of the Anjiang River, without any noise.

The heroes from Dongsheng Shenzhou, each of them, were staring at Chen Qingfeng with complex eyes.

It is life, death.

This depends on Chen Daxian's attitude.

As the eyes gathered one by one, Chen Qingfeng felt the trepidation and fear of all kinds of complex gazes.

Not only did he breathe a sigh of relief, he continued to mention that this time the S big fat sheep skill appeared in this way, which was somewhat beyond Chen Qingfeng's expectations.

But this is a good thing. Looking at the shocked heroes, Chen Qingfeng knew that the effect of establishing his authority had appeared.

This time it was more shocking than the fall of the Azure Dragon.

Although the gambling crisis was solved, Chen Qingfeng was not happy and would rather have some twists and turns than raise Mr. Chen's reputation.

This time, the betting battle was already involved in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and Mr. Chen’s name was widely circulated.

Today, the Banana Fan killed a living immortal god. After the heroes returned, they still don’t know what exaggerated things would be made up.

Mr. Chen's reputation broke out of the East and spread to the Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Famous all over the world and admired by China.

What's the good thing about this?

If you have the strength of immortality, it would be fine. The key is that your family members know their own affairs.

If you have no matching position, you will be destined to have twists and turns.

Chen Qingfeng sighed in his heart, why did life be so difficult since Zhuge Qingfeng debuted?

This reputation rushed upwards, and the plane was not so fast.

Chen Qingfeng waved his hand and threw away a true scripture.

The scriptures left Chen Qingfeng's palm and were suspended in the air, filled with thousands of golden lights. The sounds of Buddha appeared, just like the Buddha chanting Buddhist scriptures, with great compassion covering an area.

The true scriptures shine like a big sun, attracting gazes.

Chen Qingfeng looked at the heroes and gently incited the banana fan in his hand.

Standing not far from Chen Qingfeng, Princess Liuli's graceful figure subconsciously shook, fearing the banana fan. This was an instinctive reaction and could not be stopped at all.

Chen Qingfeng looked at this scene in his eyes, and he ignored all this and said slowly in a tone: "This is the true Lord of Yanta Temple."

"Those who are destined to be able to take it."

A hot potato is useless to get, so it is better to abandon it than to get it.

Chen Qingfeng finished speaking and nodded slightly to Hei on the side. Hei understood Chen Qingfeng's meaning and the water surged as he waved his hand.

The surface of Pingjing'an River seemed to be torn apart, huge cracks appeared, Chen Qingfeng and Hei slowly fell down, the torn opening slowly healed, the water flow continued to turbulently, and everything returned to its original state.

In the blink of an eye, everything was calm and the water from Anjiang flowed slowly.

The heroes from all directions looked at the true scriptures that were so close that they could reach as long as they stepped forward. However, none of them had any rash movements.

Just Mr. Chen left like this?

Still taking the upper hand, the scriptures are left behind?

There must be a ghost here.

Mr. Chen must have had conspiracies.

You must use the truth to plot against yourself.

The atmosphere is silent and depressing, and a pressure is growing during breathing.

Mr. Chen used a living example to tell them what the calculation is?

The horror of the most wise man in the Divine Continent of Dongsheng has been deeply imprinted in their hearts, covering their hearts like nightmares and cannot be dispelled.

The atmosphere became more and more depressing, and many people looked gloomy and sunny. They were struggling violently and repeatedly conflicted in their hearts, trying to overcome the horror of Mr. Chen.

A sigh came out, and Kong Xiang put his hands down on his chest and closed them slowly towards the scriptures step by step.

With one look at the empty scene, many people have woken up from the inner conflict and are complexly staring at the empty scene coming to the true scriptures.

Especially Huihai and Faru of Duota Temple and Jinguang Temple, these two holy monks from Middle and Western Land, have endless complex eyes.

The eyes contain countless emotions such as surprise, admiration, disbelief, etc.

The two whispered the Buddha's name, and the other monks also did this.

Princess Liuli looked at Kong Xiang who was walking by herself, and slowly looked at the true scripture from Kong Xiang's back. Finally, her beautiful eyes were dim and she bowed slightly.

When the heroes were at a loss and did not dare to step forward, Kong Xiang dared to be the first to be the first, and the first person was determined to collect the scriptures.

This courage is commendable, and this is an admirable person.

A blood light rushed towards the true scripture like an arrow.

The bright red blood color kept dripping from the air, showing a smell of blood. The viscous blood energy was like blood mist, covering an area around.

"Amitabha!"

Huihai whispered the Buddha's name, and four words were spit out from his mouth, and each word was formed, with golden light shining like a towering mountain, falling from the sky.

When you touch the blood mist, you make a sizzling sound, and the blood mist melts quickly.

A figure drawn by blood energy appeared and was locked in the blood mist, tightly blocked.

The other side Dharma is like taking three steps forward, facing the true scriptures of the Emptiness, looking around the heroes, and putting their hands together to say, "The true scriptures are already in the Landa Temple. Please come back, donors."

The Nanming Sword Master looked at the true scripture coldly, and a deep fear arose in his eyes. He suddenly shook his sleeves and turned around and left with great strides.

Many other strong people also chose to retreat, leaving only a few who wanted to compete for the true scriptures, but were blocked by the Buddhist forces gathered by the three temples and other temples.

Kong Xiang stood in front of the True Sutra, a determined look appeared in his eyes, and he said solemnly: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

"All the plans are borne by me alone."

"Even if the soul is gone, there is no regret."

"Amitabha!"

The monks were solemn and solemn, chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice.

This caused a good man from Anjiang Dragon Palace to beat his eyebrows repeatedly.

Damn?

It's really hard to be a good person.

Leaving the true scriptures yourself is to appease the heroes, and it is also to cause trouble to the east, so that they can fight and not keep staring at themselves.

The most important thing is that the true scriptures are useless to Chen Qingfeng. They are useless and they don’t have any benefits to keep them, but instead cause disasters.

This kind of Bodhisattva's heart is full of thoughts on others.

He actually kindly acted as a donkey and fed the dog all on horseback.

You are getting opportunities, not going to the battlefield, going to the execution ground, and getting this dead face.

Too difficult.

It’s too difficult for me, Zhuge Qingfeng, to live.
Chapter completed!