During your freshman internship, you went to 749 to contain monsters.

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"While enjoying the benefits of the Han people, my Di family colluded with the Tianli Sect. This is disloyalty first."

"It's wrong!"

"The Tianli Sect helped the Di family, which is not suitable for the current era, to continue to pass on. If I betrayed the Tianli Sect, this is unjust!"

"It's also wrong!"

"But I can't make the same mistake again and again and be that disloyal and unjust person."

"Disloyalty, 749 is here to punish me. This is my retribution. At most, I will die to apologize for my sins and use my life to pay for my sins."

"Unjust, I feel guilty and will not be punished, but even if I die at the hands of 749 today, I can't close my eyes."

At this time, Di Kongshan didn't know that the Tianli Sect was no longer as prosperous as it used to be.

If he knew, perhaps the choice would be different.

But the result is the same. Lu Ding will not let him live.

The owner of the urn voice stopped talking.

Every strong man has his own personality charm.

Perhaps it is because of this.

Only then can he make friends with Di Kongshan.

"Good luck, old friend. I will take care of you at Dishe."

Di Kongshan was satisfied after hearing this.

Nodding: "We are close friends. Today's matter may cause you some trouble. I have to say that I am sorry, old friend."

"Only you can help me."

"Thank you."

"Remember to tell Dishe for me, tell him that grandpa has always been proud of him."

The sound of water waves in the space stopped.

Di Kongshan's hand gestures lasted for an inch, and he held it firmly!

He spoke the Dharma words, word by word.

"Corpse world, coffin-hanging vine sea!"

Boom! ! ! !

One by one, thick tree roots, attached to the spiritual energy, rushed out of the soil and rock layer and went straight up to the sky.

Enveloped the entire Di family.

Outside world.

Lu Ding and his party were sealed in this internal space by vines.

After scanning the surroundings, he looked up at the sky again.

The vines made of walls and ceilings were hung with coffins of various sizes.

Corpse gas seeped out of them.

Accompanied by bursts of strange fragrance.

Look at the twisted roots, weaving a huge head hanging high in the sky, scanning the bottom, speaking human words.

"Dear investigators of 749 and masters of Lion Heart Temple, I am Di Kongshan, this is my killer move, the sea of ​​hanging coffin vines, my body cannot move, it is under the empty mountain in the backyard of my Di family."

"No one in my Di family has ever escaped."

At this point.

Wu Tian added in a low voice: "Master Lu, be careful, this Di Kongshan is a Qi refiner of Siming Nine."

"But because he has broken through many times and never broke through, his accumulation is much more terrifying than that of ordinary Siming Nine."

As he spoke.

Di Kongshan's voice also sounded.

"I have no intention to argue about right and wrong. What my Di family did was only for the prosperity of the family."

"Now my Di family has done something wrong to the Han people."

"If I lose, all the nearly 100 people in my Di family will follow me and die with my life, but if I win."

The huge head in the sky looked at Lu Ding, who was obviously the leader.

"Can I..."

Wutian and Di Kongshan's voices intertwined, but Lu Ding obviously didn't listen to anyone.

"No, you want to be a whore and still want to be a saint? Are you worthy?!"

"Di Kongshan, get down here!!"

Dignity.

Lu Ding will give it.

But not everyone deserves to enjoy the dignity he gives.

It depends on the person.

While Lu Ding shouted, he raised his hand and threw a 100-meter slash.

[Calling the Name and Falling] was also activated.

A wake-up call.

Di Kongshan was in a trance for a moment.

Look at that huge head, which was cut into two.

An inhuman cry of pain sounded.

The sea of ​​vines shook, and the earth trembled.

Coffins fell down like ripe fruits and hit the ground heavily.

When the coffins were shattered, the corpse gas exploded.

In an instant, the corpses gathered into a sea, and the waves of corpses piled up hundreds of meters.

The coffin girl stretched out her soft ghost hand and handed over the scarlet long knife.

Lu Ding clenched his right hand.

Black smoke billowed and the momentum soared to the sky.

The shadow of the evil dragon behind him flickered, like an old TV flashing non-stop, one picture after another, watching the evil dragon gradually grow from small to large, from far to near.

Lu Ding raised his left hand and tightly grasped the blade of the blood cold frost.

Ever since Yan Feifan said that fire magic has a miraculous effect on wax corpses.

Lu Ding has been thinking about a problem.

How to make himself endure the sinful fire and gain greater lethality, instead of simply throwing out flames to burn people.

Just a simple thought.

Lu Ding's head, which had been baptized by various short videos and modern knowledge, instantly thought of flame enchantment.

The unity of man and nature played a role, building feasibility.

It didn't take long.

Lu Ding figured out the key.I dare not say how clever it is, but it must be powerful enough!

He held the blade tightly in his palm and pulled it slowly, and the flames jumped up.

The scarlet blood frost glowed inch by inch, like magma flowing, but the color presented was even deeper.

Lu Ding swung the flame in his hand.

The long knife cut the wrist flower, pulling the remaining flames.

Suddenly inserted into the ground.

The spirit was injected, and the flames burst!

Boom! ! !

The hundred-meter flame wall pushed forward.

Wherever it passed, everything turned into ashes, and the corpses of wax came in waves and encountered the fire wall.

It was like the dry wilderness grass in autumn, which was burned by wildfire.

The wind blew the fire, and the flames rushed to the sky.

The sea of ​​corpses on the ground was cleared in an instant.

Seeing Lu Ding so strong.

Wu Tian opened his mouth, and the Buddhist beads that were about to be taken off were hung back on his neck.

Since he is not needed for the martial arts, he will be the one for the literary ones.

He put his hands together and chanted something.

"In the Saha world and other countries, there are countless billions of gods, dragons, ghosts and gods, who also gathered in the Trayastrimsa Heaven..."

The sound of Buddha lingered.

Yan Feifan, who had sunk into the ground, poked his head out.

He looked at the scene with a strange expression.

Lu Ding rushed forward with a long knife in his hand.

He looked at the little monk Wu Tian standing there, chanting the sutra for salvation.

OK!

It's complete.

One kills, the other saves...

It's really a clear division of labor.

That's it... It's a bit strange to start saving before the killing is finished.

Yan Feifan looked at it for a few more times.

He entered the water, gurgling...

Brother Lu said safety is the most important thing.

Ahead.

Lu Ding swung the long knife at a tricky angle, rolling the arc to cut, stained with flames, and rising in temperature.

One cut.

One death, one piece.

The speed at which the coffins on the rattan wall and the rattan top fell could not catch up with Lu Ding's killing speed.

One cut was a hundred-meter-long slash of flames.

The cuts were continuous, and there was a sense of pleasure in a full-level mowing game.

Indescribably smooth.

Watching the figure in the air turn over.

The long knife rolled up a scarlet slash and brought up a wave of flames.

The wind blew the hair, Lu Ding glanced sideways, and the nictitating membrane in his eyes opened.

The sky was hit hard by the Jinche Dao, and the huge head fell into the confusion of [calling the name and falling].

Just woke up.

The eyes refocused.

One look.

Collided with Lu Ding's eyes.

The symbol gear in the nictitating membrane turned for a moment.

Click.

The strange power of collapse instantly climbed up the head made of vine beard.

It twisted and squirmed constantly.

Finally, there was a muffled bang.

The huge head exploded.

The vine sea shrank and disappeared.