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Text Chapter 192 Bodhisattva City (3)

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    "village"!  Behind Chen Guanshui, strands of green energy formed a big word "zhuang".  Coupled with his peerless ferocity in killing one person with one sword, his ease in walking freely in the chaotic battlefield, and the horror of all his flesh, flesh and spirit being swallowed up by the white magic sword after each strike, the word "Zhuang" becomes even more powerful.  An indescribable meaning.  Among the monks in the world, only the disciples with the twenty-second surname can keep their surname on their lips as the simplest and most direct way to express their identity.  No one else can go beyond this rule, otherwise they will be despised and criticized by the twenty-two surnames.  Although in the world of cultivation only foundation-building monks would use this crude method, this is not a restricted area that others can cross.  Chen Guanshui wrote the word "Zhuang" on his back as if he didn't care, which made everyone stop.  The chaotic battle group immediately dispersed and divided into four groups.  On the streets illuminated by lights, there were only messy battle scars and wreckage. There were mortal corpses everywhere, and the corpses of dozens of monks were also lying on the ground.  The sudden outbreak of battle broke the night sky and woke up all the surrounding residents, but no mortal had the courage to stay. It was like a trace imprinted in the bone marrow, not caring about how their home would be destroyed.  , how their family will be slaughtered, everyone runs away like insects under an overturned insect nest.  The body of the golden elixir female cultivator was flying in the air, and she landed on a pointed eaves corner. She stood facing the wind, far away from the priests of the Sun God Cult opposite.  Chen Guanshui stood at the entrance of Flower Street, guarding the remaining nine flesh and blood puppets. He allowed himself to be locked by the warriors of the cultivation family with crossbows, and surrounded by various long-range spiritual weapons by the Qi Refining monks.  On the other side, looking at the Flower Street that had been destroyed by almost a third, the mess everywhere on the Flower Street, and the corpses on the mess, whether it was the Sun God Cult or the cultivators from the thirteen families of Bodhisattva City who kept coming, I felt in my heart  It's all just anger.  But the leading elders did not speak, and the little man could only swallow his anger.  The cold confrontation did not last long.  The great elder of the Sun God Sect took a step ahead and performed a ritual ceremony for the Golden Elixir female practitioner. He said in a very boring tone: "I have seen fellow Taoist Chunyu Fashi of the Faxiang Sect. Fellow Taoist, I am here, but you have to pay tribute to Liu."  Are you going to settle what happened ten years ago?" The female Jindan cultivator named Chunyu Fashi did not answer the elder's question. Instead, she kept using her magic to explore all the buildings in the West Wind Alley around her.  There are also those girls who are hiding in the building and still dare not cross the border to this point.  The spiritual thoughts were like water, flowing out like heaven and earth, swirling around in circles, but only elicited a sigh.  "Yi Muci, you clearly know that the relationship between me and the Jia family has been severed, why do you still ask me like this?" The tone of the Jindan female cultivator's words was even colder, but it opened an opening for the deadlock.  Then the great elder of the Sun God Sect named Yi Muci followed suit and quickly settled the grievances between Bodhisattva City and the golden elixir female cultivator.  Chen Guanshui was listening there, and it turned out that Chunyu Fashi's mother was from the Jia family, but that was more than a hundred years ago.  Sixty years ago, the Jia family only had a dozen or so distant relatives at most, and two or three girls from the Jia family who were favored by Chunyu Fashi and were ready to help them make progress.  Then once in retreat, heaven and man will be separated forever.  Next, Chunyu Fashi also knew that he was not good at cultivation, and coming to Bodhisattva City for revenge before he advanced to the Golden Elixir would only lead to death.  Although behind him is the Faxiang Sect, one of the highest sects here, and there are countless masters in the sect, it is impossible for anyone else to stand up for other people's distant relatives. Everything can only be done by yourself.  So after sixty years of hard work, I sharpened a sword and a "Nine Fire Snake" method, only to find that time has killed all the reasons for revenge.  His mother is dead, and all his relationships with the Jia family are dead. Several girls he once stayed with the Jia family died violently sixty years ago. All fate has long since ended, and now  The woman in West Wind Alley has nothing to do with her anymore.  So there is killing like venting anger, destruction like venting anger, and fighting like venting anger. ???????????????? But the great elder named Yi Muci is not like Yi. He put down all his emotions in a few words and solved the knot purely from the perspective of profit.  He gently put aside the enmity between Xifeng Lane and the Sun God Sect here, and simply executed all the non-Jia family characters on Flower Street, and gave all the Ji girls who still had the blood of the Jia family to Chunyu Fashi,  As a token of closure.  The thirteen elders of the cultivation families on the other side could only listen quietly in this situation.  The ancestral court of the Sun God Sect is thousands of miles away, but the Faxiang Sect is too close.  After knowing that the golden elixir female cultivator in front of them was born in Dharma, they knew that everything today had lost its meaning.?.  The dead family members can only die in vain, and the battle he just fought can only be in vain. In turn, he still needs to worry about whether she will take her anger out on him.  With a few fellow disciples, the Bodhisattva City can be wiped out.  As for Chen Guanshui, who had just killed the most people, they had already put him down.  What a joke, Yi Muci and Chunyu Fashi, two of the most visionary figures, have already confirmed Chen Guanshui's identity. He is an authentic descendant of Huanglong Valley and the direct descendant of Zhuang Heixue, the third branch among the seventeen branches in the south.  The swordsmanship he just displayed is at least three or more basic swordsmanship techniques, and almost all of them have their origins in the depths of Huanglong Valley.  Even that evil sword that devoured flesh and blood was identified by Chun Yu Fashi as the "Desolate Dragon Blood Abyss Sword" that Zhuang Heixue, the Nascent Soul Lord, was best at using.  Using the dragon bone as a sword and flesh and blood as a pool, it carries all kinds of desolate and evil spirits in the hearts of people in the world, and obtains an indescribable edge from an indescribable place.  Those who are often killed are the children of the most dark, weird and depraved cultivator families in the mortal world. This is a magic sword that can only be forged with the souls and blood of tens of millions of people.  Compared with the Faxiang Sect, which only has Yuanshen Zhenren, Huanglonggu, which has the fifth ancestor of heaven and earth, in the eyes of people like Bodhisattva City, they are just like the humblest dust, lying at the feet of Chen Guanshui waiting for the fate of being trampled on.  If Chen Guanshui felt that the killing just now was not enough, they might really choose those who had done the most evil from the family as a different kind of gift; if Chen Guanshui felt that the women in his family were cheap, then they would really  Select some girls from the family and give him really cheap porcelain as a means of venting. It doesn't matter if they are broken.  "Compared with the angry younger generations who stood up behind them, they stood higher, looked farther, looked deeper, and looked even more desperate.  The reason why these thirteen families can occupy Bodhisattva City is because all thirteen families are related to a nearby cultivation sect.  But among the thirteen sects, the most powerful one is only Honglian Temple, and there is only one monk who has just advanced to Nascent Soul.  In the real world of cultivation, your city is really just a grain of dust, and people like you are the more subtle existences that have fallen on top of the dust.  So in the end, the murderer Chunyu Fashi stayed in Bodhisattva City, grandly designated Huajie as her territory, marked all the women of the Jia family there with her mark, and began to wander around the city, picking and choosing.  Beautiful young girls from the common people fill the vacancies in Flower Street.  Just like before, the lanterns were like dragons and the crowds were like seas, but instead of the smiling girls, there were more women clumsily doing business on both sides of the street.  Another murderer, Chen Guanshui, also stayed in Bodhisattva City. He was also wandering around the city, looking for something.  However, every day in his life, there would always be some young men from the thirteen families who were pretentious or ready to avenge their elders, thinking that they could get something from Chen Guanshui by taking advantage of the power of heaven, but they were simply killed on the spot.  Similarly, there were many girls from the Thirteenth Family who either passively or actively came to his side, ready to trade their bodies and their chastity for something, but they were also simply dealt with.  The magical power of dreams can already swallow up these girls with low cultivation levels, then invade their souls, dye their dreams, set off boundless ripples, cut down countless red flowers, and burn away all the reserve in their hearts.  So all the girls who came to her door really ran into a dream that they themselves could not face.  There is only warmth in the dream, flowing like a river, warm love, deep as the sea, but with countless wills, resolutely and unshakably breaking open all the closed holes in my body, and letting out all the natural yin and yang energy hidden inside.  It stirred up and melted into a ball of yin-yang fish, pulling all of its senses, all of its attention, and all of its strength into it.  When I woke up from the dream, I realized that I was no longer pure.  Boundless love, thousands of thoughts, like the sea, easily drowned out the glimmer of clarity that I had just gained, and let myself fall completely. I was willing to become a shadow behind him, willing to be the one who could do anything for him.  thing of a slave girl.  Dazan Yin and Yang dyed the sutra of the heart, and there is a heavenly way in the yin and yang.  However, Chen Guanshui quickly attracted the most attention in Bodhisattva City, becoming the most admired existence among mortals, and the most popular topic among mortals.  A total of forty-four girls became puppets of the inner demons and the second specious "Dharma" behind Chen Guanshui.  But after three months of using it, Chen Guanshui still didn¡¯t find what Lin Yuxi was looking for.
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