Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 415
Fu Chen was cold, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Then don't worry about it. Whether I live or die, you won't see it."

Sanzheng squinted his eyes, opened and closed his mouth, with a suspicious smile, "I'll wait for you in the void. Hahaha." The soul burst and gradually dissipated.

A few ghosts emerged from the water, looking eagerly at Sanzheng Yinhun.

"Let's eat." Fuchen said.

The surface of the water boiled instantly, and countless ghosts jumped and grabbed food.However, Sanzheng's remaining soul body condensed into a ball of light, which suddenly exploded and scattered in the Santu River.

The ghosts devoured with their mouths open, without any doubt that there was something in their mouths.

Fu Chen was expressionless, she knew San was the candidate to become an immortal.But I didn't expect the way of heaven behind it to be so shameless.

The three righteous immortals failed to cross the tribulation, and the righteous immortals failed to become corpse immortals.The Land of the Corpse Immortal was destroyed, angered and imprisoned [-] ghosts, unable to improve his cultivation, blinded, so he set his mind on the imperial mausoleum and the East China Sea, and wanted to use the East China Sea to "jump over the dragon's gate".The corpse is on the highest peak beside the East China Sea. As long as the soul flies over the East China Sea, it can truly become a fairy.

It is not impossible for the soul and corpse to evolve into a god.

This calculation is admirable.

She and the monk don't know how to plan to deal with the ruthlessness and shamelessness of Heaven.

"He's gone." Milkman reminded.

"Since I was the candidate to become an immortal before, I should still have this strength to give myself the last pride." Fuchen said lightly.Sanzheng died, and her mind was completely put down.

The moment she let go, she felt unparalleled relief.

"Fuchen, do you really care what he said?" Milkman jumped over.

Fuchen picked up the gilded scale on the water and threw it over, and the scale became the baby's fingernail.

"You have to worry, I'll give you dragon tendons." The milkman said, and then immediately added, "But you have to give me a hundred copies of the Monkey King! It's best, find a scholar to write for me about the Monkey King Story. Hee hee hee."

The milk baby smiled innocently, and his mind seemed to decline with the changes.

Fuchen shook his head, staring at the void with fixed eyebrows, not knowing where his thoughts were drifting.

Fuchen took a deep breath, suppressed the emerging emotions, and laughed again, "As for you, big brother, what story do you have to write? Beauty Dragon King, you are so shameless. People see you like a doll, and they are desperate to write a magic baby. "

Milkman was upset, his body swelled and his limbs were propped on the ground. The pale-skinned giant dragon looked down at the floating dust, and said in an old voice, "How about this?"

Fuchen smiled and said without hesitation, "Old Dragon King."

The dragon thought for a while, and the white scales turned into gold layer by layer. "how?"

Fuchen applauded, "Yes, King Beauty Dragon."

The atmosphere exhaled by the giant dragon set off the waves of the Santu River.The ghosts in the river fled one after another.His figure became smaller and turned into a milk doll again, and he continued to read his comic book.

Walking to Wangchuan, I met Po Meng again.

"The one who lost his soul is the old judge." Granny Meng said.

Fuchen stopped, "What, you want to run and expose?"

Meng Po laughed, "The old woman only cares about the soup, she just listens to everything that has nothing to do with the soup."

Fu Chen looked down, this time Granny Meng didn't have any bucket or soup in her hand.

Granny Meng felt her gaze was in her hand, she flipped her fingers, and there was an extra wooden barrel in her hand.

Fuchen glanced at her a few times, with a confused expression, and left.When walking across the Naihe Bridge, I found that the water surface of the Santu River in the distance was shining with golden light.

People on the bridge were talking about it, guessing whether there was gold in the river, and guessing whether there was a treasure in the river that could be cast into a good family in the next life, and princes and generals would not be a problem.Such a discussion emboldened a lot of people, and they made a group appointment to go back and walk along the River of Forgetfulness to find Jin Guang.

Riyoushen just doesn't want to let go of the souls who don't drink Meng Po soup to cross the bridge, but he doesn't care that they seek death before drinking the soup.

Fu Chen stood on the bridge and watched the farce without saying anything.

After settling the disputes outside, Fuchen returned to Yinling Mountain to be a carefree little monster.

The monk is still chanting sutras.

Fuchen sat on the side and watched silently.He sat quietly under the tree and prayed, with a faint light on his body.

Willingness.

Thirty souls a day, less than a hundred souls in these three days.Read it like this, at least three years.

If he really wanted to save thousands of souls in Wangchuan, it would not be enough.

Fuchen lowered his eyebrows, and sat down to chant scriptures with the monk.

The monk stopped suddenly, looked at the floating dust, smiled, opened his eyes, and continued to chant sutras.

Fuchen also smiled.

She does not chant scriptures for this ghost, but for the monk.

Arms turned into claws, Fu Chen secretly tore off a piece of golden scale, put it in the palm of his hand, and began to chant sutras.

The golden scales in the hands turned into gold powder, and the gold powder melted into light, blending into the monk's shimmer.

The monk was quiet, closed his eyes and recited scriptures devoutly.benign countenance.

Taking thirty ghosts to the gate of hell at night, Fuchen said, "Monk, I'm going to play at night."

"Okay." The monk didn't do what he thought.He was concentrating on the important matter at hand, and didn't notice the strangeness of Fu Chen during this time.

After Fu Chen took the soul down, he ran directly to the Dongling Palace to find Jiang Ziwu, "A Wu, why don't you just give me a medicinal bath?"

"What's wrong?" Jiang Ziwu asked.In the hall, Xiao Hei and his servants agreed to leave.

"Come on, I don't want to be electrocuted. Prepare first." Fuchen said nonsense.

Jiang Ziwu said calmly, "No."

"Why not? You're not trying to hide something, are you?" Fu Chen was unhappy, his eyes narrowed, "No, I'll steal it."

Jiang Zi smiled airlessly, "Didn't your brain grow when you transformed into a dragon? You have such a big body, how can my little medicine work?" He explained, "It turns out that you have not yet opened the longan, and I can help you with medicine. Now you If you want to cross the catastrophe and become an immortal, how can I give you the immortal medicine?"

"The original medicine without the fairy medicine is also fine." The rascal Fuchen stretched out his hand, "Will you give it?"

"Here he is." Jiang Ziwu shook his head, pointing his finger, "Please be a god, please don't come to rob me again."

Fuchen was hit on the head, and his body shook accordingly.She made up her mind to play a rogue and ask for medicinal materials.

Jiang Ziwu opened the secret room and went in to get the medicine.

Fuchen followed in and took a look, but remained silent.

"What? I feel bad and don't want to soak anymore?" Jiang Ziwu smiled.

Fuchen raised his eyes and asked seriously, "Aren't you afraid that I will steal your treasure house?"

It is not an exaggeration to say that the medicinal materials in this room are treasures of heaven and earth.

Jiang Ziwu smiled, and patted Fu Chen's head, "If you come to beg me, something must happen, and it's a big thing. Compared to these, I care more about your life."

Fuchen lowered his head and whispered, "If I'm going to die, I'll greet you."

Jiang Ziwu opened his mouth, stared at Fuchen for a long time, and finally smiled with the corners of his mouth, "Okay."

In the house, the floating dust is soaked in medicinal baths.

Outside the house, the emperor asked Xiao Hei, "Did you see where she was injured?"

Xiao Hei shook his head, "She wrapped her breath, I still can't see it."

For the next ten days, Fu Chen recited scriptures during the day and took a medicinal bath at night.This time without using Xiao Hei, Jiang Ziwu could see that Fuchen's aura was a little weaker.

"I called on monks and Taoists from all walks of life to pray for Yinhun Mountain, and the result will be given to you within half a year. You don't need to build your own to get in." Jiang Ziwu said.

Fu Chen smiled, not much to say.

Jiang Ziwu guessed that there must be other things, so he continued to investigate.He just rubbed Fu Chen's head to express his distress.

No. On the 20th day, Jiang Ziwu looked at Fuchen lying on the chair, hugged and stroked her head, "Have you decided yet?"

Fu Chen opened his eyes and gave a low "hmm".

Jiang Ziwu took a deep breath, "I thought I could support you."

"I'm sorry." Fu Chen said.

Jiang Ziwu pulled his face and smiled, and took out a swollen sachet, "Here is a peace talisman, and tens of thousands of people who have accumulated virtue and done good deeds wrote it to bless you. I also wrote one. Here it is, I hope it will be useful to you. "

"Thank you." Fuchen lay on Jiang Ziwu's legs, looking at the sachet desolately.

is that useful?
God knows.

"Let's go. I'll take you to take a bath." Jiang Ziwu said.

Dust is put into the potion.When Jiang Ziwu turned to leave, she stopped her, her tone was flat, without the vitality of the past, "I'm curious, what kind of feelings do you have for me. When you were in the palace, you didn't have a wife and concubine. Now in the palace, you also don't have a wife and concubine. .do you like me?"

Jiang Ziwu turned his back to her and smiled, "I like it. If you want, I can treat you with affection. As long as you have never had any affection between men and women, and you have no roots of affection, I will treat you as a friend."

Fu Chen was silent for a moment, then spit out a few words, "You go." His body limp and fell into the water.

Fuchen gave the golden scales and dragon tendons to the monk.

At her request, Jiang Ziwu asked monks and Taoists to pray for the holy monk Mushen instead.

The light on the monk's body became brighter day by day, becoming noble and unrespectable.Coupled with the propaganda of Jiang Ziwu and those monks and priests, the common people also joined the army of blessings.

The power of his wish far surpasses the world and is close to the gods.

The degreeization that was supposed to be completed in three years was completed in 56 days.

These, Fuchen watched silently.

On the day of completion, the monk let out a sigh of relief, his brows and eyes were loosened, and his face was filled with golden light, "Fu Chen, we succeeded."

"You did it yourself." This is your own merit.

The monk shook his head and smiled, "Without Fuchen, your chanting guides the soul to the underworld, how can a poor monk complete it?" He subconsciously thought that Fuchen's Taoism was boundless.

Fu Chen smiled, the tree shrank into a wooden knife and returned it to her, "I'll go play."

The monk nodded.

Fuchen walked out of Yinling Mountain and flew to the palace.

Outside the palace garden, Jiang Ziwu felt the breath, looked up, saw a wooden sword flying down, and subconsciously caught the sword.

"Give it back to you. If you drip blood on it, he will recognize you." Standing in mid-air, Fuchen said, "If you don't use a sword, it will turn into a tree. It can also support Feng Shui for you."

"What should you do yourself?" Jiang Ziwu asked while holding the sword.

"Wooden swords are useless to me." Fu Chen thought for a moment, "This sword is called Feng Yu Jian, and it is best at regulating Feng Shui." After speaking, Fu Chen smiled, "Goodbye." He turned and flew back.

During this time, Fuchen already felt his own death.She had absorbed too much power from this world before and became a wooden dragon.Now he has lent his strength to the monk again.Her death is approaching.

This time, it is for the monk.

She didn't think monks would be possessed by demons.

The biggest threat, Sanzheng, has been killed.Now it's just a matter of getting rid of her threat to becoming a Buddha.

Fu Chen made up his mind to leave.

Jiang Ziwu looked at Fuchen's back with cold eyes.He opened his mouth and shouted, "Black."

Xiao Hei appeared and turned into a black dragon hanging in the air, Jiang Ziwu jumped up, "Follow."

The black dragon swims and flies up in the air.

Fuchen flew back directly, stared at Yinling Mountain in mid-air for a while, took out the token in his hand, walked out the gate, and led it into the underworld.

In the distance, the black flood dragon stopped far away, explaining to Jiang Ziwu, "Fuchen has gone to the underworld." This is not a place where they can enter and leave casually.

Jiang Ziwu was serious, took out a stick of incense, lit it...

The black flood dragon fell slowly, and the person who fell asleep slipped off.

in a dream.

Zhong Kui bowed, "Meet Your Majesty, I don't know what your Majesty is so eager to summon this time."

Jiang Ziwu, dressed in white, stood on the spot and ordered, "I need to ask you two things."

"Your Majesty, please tell me, if you don't violate the rules of heaven and earth, human ethics and morality, you will agree to the small ones." Zhong Kui respectfully.

"the first thing,……"

"The second thing is to take that monk into the underworld." Jiang Ziwu said.

"A monk means a holy monk?"

Jiang Ziwu nodded.

"I know, I'll leave." Zhong Kui backed up with a bent waist, then turned and left.

Yinling Mountain.

Zhong Kui appeared in front of the monk, "Congratulations to the holy monk for breaking through and entering Mahayana Buddhism."

The monk smiled, "Amitabha, what is the meaning of the almsgiver coming here?"

"Please ask the holy monk to gather in the underworld."

"Why?"

Zhong Kui laughed, "Because the Venerable is in the underworld."

The monk was puzzled and nodded.He stretched out his left hand to ask Zhong Kui to lead the way.

Zhong Kui took out a key, the key appeared, and the door with the picture of hell dog appeared automatically.Put the key in the organ, and the door will open automatically.

The monk entered the gate first, followed by Zhong Kui.

As the gate closed, a black shadow flew into the gate.

"Bang." The door closed.Disappeared deep in the mountains.

On the ghost path, the monk walked steadily.

The gate of hell was closed, Zhong Kui took out his judge's order, and the bull head and horse face let him go automatically.

After the two left, a black shadow appeared.

Niutou asked, "Are you dead?"

"Dead." He replied.

The bull-headed horse looked at each other and let them go.

Fuchen walked quietly all the way, and slowly walked to Longan's position.

There is no living thing on the vast lake.

"System, it's time to prepare." Fuchen said heartily.

[Host, I wish you good luck. 】The system starts the program and prepares to leave with the floating dust.

"Boom~" On the ground, the clear sky suddenly became cloudless, and gradually gathered into a huge vortex.

On Yinling Mountain, Jiang Ziwu looked at this astonishing vision and said nothing.

"Is this thunder tribulation?" Xiao Hei looked at the vortex in the sky, "Who wants to cross the tribulation?"

Jiang Ziwu took out a bottle of white porcelain, poured out a cloud of milky white stuff and smeared it on the wooden sword.

There was a smell of alcohol in the air.

"Go to the top of Wushan Mountain!" Jiang Ziwu commanded.

Hei turned into a dragon.

Jiang Ziwu jumped up with a stern expression.

"Black!" someone shouted.

A white cloud flew in the sky, and the cloud turned into a girl.It is white.

"Bai, why are you here?" Xiao Hei said.

"The sky is full of thunder and lightning. There is no place for me to stay. When I came down, I saw you and came over." Bai happened to see the wine lees on the wooden sword. "This is..." Bai was surprised.

"Your Majesty, is it the thunder calamity of the floating dust?" Hei raised his head and was surprised by this vision.

"She's going to become a god?" Bai was surprised, looking at the thunder clouds in his eyes, with worry in his eyes, "This, it's too scary."

"This is not crossing the catastrophe, it's extermination." Jiang Ziwu said, with suppressed anger on his face, "Ordinary crossing the catastrophe and narrowly dying, there is a glimmer of life in the darkness. This is not." Jiang Ziwu panted, he had already expected, "This is to kill! If you don't kill, you will never stop!"

However, Fu Chen also seemed to know that this might be her death time, so she said goodbye to him, and said "goodbye" to him.

"If I'm going to die, I'll say hello to you." In memory, she said.

Jiang Ziwunu, who wants you to die?Want you to say hello?

Hell.

Fuchen and the system screamed, "Damn it, this heaven really doesn't want me to go! It just wants to kill the donkey!"

[I don't know either woo woo woo! 】The system screamed.It is also the first time to deal with such anomalies.

Except for the first world and the mermaid world, the system has very little time to intervene in the task world, and has never dealt with such a scene at all.

"My divine power! Give it to me!"

[I can't do it!The system can't do it!Whoooo! 】The system calls.The floating dust dies in this world, and the system most likely dies with it.

Fuchen turned around and passed by the thunder and lightning.

Soon, Zhu Lei split a fork and continued to chase her.The second thunder became the main thunder, and it continued to increase its strength to chase people and strike.

Fuchen was very embarrassed.

"Floating dust!" The monk shouted, there was a golden mask beside him, but it was small enough for two people to fit.The golden light of the golden mask is many times brighter than usual.

From the floating dust flying in the air, it can be seen at a glance that this condensed the monk's current cultivation.

He wishes her well.

Floating dust and thunder and lightning slid around the bend and slowly sank, planning to make a sharp turn and hide in the golden mask, to avoid it for the time being.

"Finally seized the opportunity." A gloomy voice said.

The man in black formed seals and chanted a spell, and the last sentence was, "Hurry up like a law, kill!"

The air-breaking gun flew into it.

The monk's body was stabbed, and a hollow gun was stuck in his heart.

"Monk!" Fu Chen shouted in alarm!
The monk fell to the ground, his body was bleeding, his left hand was covering his heart, his right hand was pointing at the golden mask, and tremblingly he said, "Go in, go in."

Fuchen turned around and found the perpetrator, old man?
Fuchen gritted his teeth and flew over, and the thunder and lightning above his head also followed.

"Aiya." Jin Long hurriedly flew over, "I'll handle it!"

If Lei Jie hit the Santu River, thousands of ghosts would not be enough to die.

"I want him to die!" Fuchen's eyes were about to burst, and he whipped the rattan whip in his hand.

Jinlong blocked the whip, but it happened that the thunder and lightning attracted it.The giant dragon ate a thunder, and fell on the Santu River, shaking all over.

"Come on! I want you to taste what it's like to have nothing!" the old Taoist shouted, "Hahaha, be angry—"

The golden dragon turned into a silver dragon by illusion, and he glanced at the old Taoist. He didn't pay attention to this ghost just now, but he didn't expect it to be a troublemaker.He flicked his tail and hit him.

The old Taoist "Aiya" was already out of his wits before he could say it.

Fu Chen glared at the silver dragon, trying to attract the thunder and lightning to him.

The dragon yelled while dodging, "Are you going to kill me?"

"Why did you kill him! Why did you kill him! Why do you move if I want to kill someone!" Fuchen roared, angrily chasing the dragon to lead thunder.

"Floating dust..." The monk lying on the ground was weak.

"Do you know how many lives will die if the lightning strikes three ways?" The giant dragon was also angry.

"Amitabha." The monk propped himself up, took out a small golden light ball, pulled out the gun and immediately buried the ball in his body to protect his heart. Only then did he have the strength to shout.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Yan Wang was in a hurry.King Qin Guang, King Chu Jiang, King Song and others beside him were also anxious, "Hurry up and invite Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!"

Judge Zhong Kui said, "Go back to Your Majesty, the King of the Wheel has already invited you."

"Then why haven't you come yet? The underworld is almost gone. Well, where did this dragon come from?" Hades said.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the giant dragon is still here. He will definitely protect the Santu River." Zhong Kui said flatly.

Yan Wang was puzzled, "Isn't he the Dragon Demon of Santuhe?"

"It's also the general who protects the city." Zhong Kui looked at the giant silver dragon fighting the golden dragon, "I also found it in the process of sorting out historical materials. This is the place where the world was first created. The Buddha attached great importance to it. 8000 million years ago, Pai The giant dragon was sent to protect the Santu River forever. At that time, the great kings had not yet come to the world."

"Santu River?" Shouldn't it be guarding the underworld?

"Yes, Santu River. The border between life and death."

On the Santu River.

The golden dragon bit the front of the giant dragon, dragged it and threw it towards the thunder and lightning.

The giant dragon has a huge body, and it is difficult to parry the floating dust for a while.

What's more terrible is that many thunders in the sky were carried down by the giant dragon.Whose Thunder Tribulation is this?
The monk didn't expect that an accident would make the scene so uncontrollable, so he leaned forward and said, "Floating dust, stop."

The giant dragon was also annoyed, and kept swaying.It was finally shaken off, but the skin and flesh were thrown off.The giant dragon subconsciously shook the golden dragon with his body.

The golden dragon was thrown away.

The floating dust licked out large chunks of blood.Blood was spilled on the Santu River.But no ghost dared to approach this thunderstorm area.

"Huh? Where's your dragon scale?" The giant dragon was puzzled. He dared to fight him without dragon scales. Would he die?In a blink of an eye, he saw the monk with a hole in his heart.I can only fly over there, not to bear the thunder and lightning.

The thunder and lightning came down in shock, increasing its power over and over again.

The dragon trembled all over, damn it, it's been a long time since it hurt.With blood in his mouth, "Get up so fast, I can't hold on anymore."

Under the giant dragon, the golden dragon was propped on the water surface by the ghosts, unconscious.

world.

In the low sky, Jiang Ziwu on the black flood dragon took out bottle after bottle of distiller's grains and smeared it on the wooden sword, painting the whole wooden sword milky white.

Bai looked at it suspiciously and didn't ask any further questions.

The three landed on the top of the foggy mountain.

Jiang Ziwu looked left and right, quickly positioned himself next to a big rock, and inserted the wooden sword deeply into the soil.The wooden sword quickly turned into a big tree.

Jiang Ziwu faced the ever-growing tree with both hands, and said mysterious words, "Hurry up like a law, turn around!"

The strong wind howled suddenly.

Black and white dodged the hurricane, and suddenly saw the stream pouring out of the valley, growing horizontally, as if there were lines of life.

"Your Majesty, what do you want to do?" Hei asked.

Bai looked at Jiang Ziwu, and asked, "That distiller's grains..."

Jiang Ziwu put down his hands that had completed the seal, stared at the tree and said, "That's the smell of alcohol from Fuchen, to be more specific, it's her dragon saliva."

"I smeared the dragon saliva on the wooden sword, and the wooden sword is her origin. Now, the big tree is her floating dust."

There was a sharp gleam in Jiang Ziwu's eyes, and he said leisurely, "500 years ago, Master Wutian designed this dragon vein and dug two waterways to ensure that there is no water accumulation on the top, and there is water circulation on the bottom. Go into the water, and Feng Shui will do its own thing."

"However, I changed it here."

There was something crazy about his eyes.

"In the battle of the East China Sea, after Fuchen killed Sanshuilong, I thought of it."

"What will happen if the water dragon is led into the waterway?"

(End of this chapter)