A knife at the beginning almost killed the apocalypse

Yuan Chu could understand the old abbot's concerns.

Such outsider masters generally have the world in mind and take it as their own duty to bring salvation to the common people.

Of course, this common people refers to our own compatriots first, and foreigners second.

The old monk was worried that too much killing in the early Yuan Dynasty would affect his mind and that he would one day attack his own compatriots, so he decided on this chess game half a year ago.

This game is very mysterious. It can test a person's character, get rid of demonic obstacles, and awaken people who have fallen into madness.

But the price is also very huge. If it really goes that far, it is estimated that the old monk himself will also reach nirvana.

It's just that man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. He didn't expect Yuan Chu to stop in time at the moment when he was about to become a demon. This can be regarded as Amitabha.

"That's good, that's good. The donor came to see me today, but he has doubts in his heart?"

Yuanchu nodded, his expression a little solemn: "Yes, I want to know what those black shadows wrapping around my daughter are?"

The old monk was not surprised by this. He just twisted a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and kept quiet for a while before saying: "Amitabha, they are all karma. The donor should know that God has the virtue of good life. Every flower and every grass is a living being, let alone a thousand. Thousands of innocent human beings. The donor is transcendent from the world, and all kinds of cause and effect are not imposed on him, but this cause and effect will not dissipate."

"So that's it, is this karma? Haha, it's so ridiculous! How innocent were the countless creatures who died tragically at the hands of the invaders? Where was the retribution at that time? Which of those butchers and traitors didn't get promoted and make a fortune, and which of them didn't become rich for future generations? Noble? Ridiculous, if there really is a way of heaven, then it is also a shameful thing that worships foreigners. What is the use of this kind of way of heaven? One day, I, the Yuan Dynasty, will break this day and press that thief God hard. Rubbing on the ground!”

boom!

Suddenly, a thunderbolt that destroyed the heaven and earth fell from the sky and completely shattered the old monk's meditation room.

The old monk was taken aback and quickly mobilized his internal energy to protect his body and dodged a hundred meters away.

The scene in front of him refreshed his understanding, and he saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder was rolling. Countless thunders roared from the sky, making people tremble.

A thunderbolt as thick as a bucket landed and struck Yuan Chu, as if it was going to completely obliterate this little brat who didn't know the heights of the world.

"Huh, clown!"

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he completely ignored the thunder and looked up at the sky with the black knife in his hand. It turned into a bolt of lightning and instantly appeared in the sky to confront the thunder.

The old monk was completely shocked. He had lived for so many years. This was the first time he saw such a terrifying situation, and he was a little overwhelmed.

He knew that Yuanchu was a capable person, but he did not expect that he was so powerful that he was not afraid of heaven's punishment and could face the thunder of heaven.

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

Apart from shouting a Buddhist saying, he no longer knew what to say and could only watch quietly.

All the monks in the Shaolin Temple were frightened by this scene. They surrounded the old monk and asked what happened.

The old monk just recited Buddhist sutras silently without answering.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he confronted Tianlei with cold eyes and murderous intent.

"Humph, what the hell, you just dare to bully a kind-hearted and honest person like me! Show off your power in front of your own people, bully the good, be servile in front of foreigners, have no spine, and have the same virtues as today's experts and professors , you all deserve to die!"

Boom boom boom! !

These words seemed to anger some kind of being, and suddenly there was a loud thunder, like the roar of all beasts.

Yuanchu sneered and said: "Why, am I wrong? You're a useless thing, you just dare to kill a newborn girl. You're just rubbish, a waste! Come to me if you have the ability, I If you snort, it’s your grandson!”

Boom boom boom~! !

In an instant, countless black thunders submerged Yuan Chu, as if not killing him was not enough to vent his anger.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he was wrapped in a black thunder ball, and his body was filled with burning pain. The flesh and blood began to crack, and blood continued to spurt out.

"Is this... a divine punishment? Hahaha, you are indeed a coward. You can spare no effort to kill your own people. If you had been tougher back then, I wouldn't have to wipe your ass for you today!"

Boom boom boom~~! !

The more terrifying black thunder converged on the thunder ball, as if to refine the heaven-defying person inside alive, otherwise it would be difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart.

However, Yuanchu didn't care about the pain in his body at all, with a crazy smile on his face.

"Hahahahaha... Well done, let me see what you are capable of! Fighting with others is boring, fighting with the sky is endless fun!"

At this moment, he was like a ferocious thunder beast, his body frantically absorbing the thunder of divine punishment.

His body was constantly destroyed and then quickly repaired.

The pain was unimaginable, but he remained silent and resisted tenaciously.

The Chen Daozai in his hand emits a dazzling purple light, and a heart-stopping electric current flows through the blade, making the scalp numb.

The old monk stared at the bloody man in the sky and murmured to himself: "Donor, why are you suffering? Everything is your daughter's fate and cannot be transferred to you. Amitabha, pity the hearts of parents in the world."

He can't do anything now. The only thing he can do is to call on the monks in the temple to chant sutras and pray for Yuanchu, hoping that he will survive the thunderstorm safely.

The black thunder lasted for half an hour before it ended. The dark clouds dispersed and the sky was blue.

At the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, he spat out a mouthful of old blood, but with a victorious smile on his face.

"Haha, threatening, making it sound like I don't know how to do it."

His body is still wrapped with black lightning, and his flesh and blood are constantly being torn and repaired.

He turned the force of his whole body, gathered the black thunder in his body into his palm, and then continued to compress it.

Soon after, a black and shiny thunder bead formed.

The energy contained in it is heart-stopping. If it detonates, it is estimated that a radius of ten kilometers will be reduced to nothing.

Putting away the thunder beads, he clenched his fist and made a gurgling sound.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he felt his own power. It seemed that he could merge with the heaven and earth and mobilize a trace of the power of heaven and earth.

"Is this the eighth level of power? This wave is not a loss. I will go back to the second uncle to practice."

That's right, he had just absorbed a massive amount of thunder power. Not only had he polished his body, he also took the opportunity to break through.

Maybe he knew that he had been fooled by this old man, so he just ran away.

The power of divine punishment is just a nutritious meal for him, the sixth child.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he gathered his breath and returned to the ground. When he saw the monks in the courtyard chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name for him, he couldn't help but feel grateful.

"Thank you, Master."

"Amitabha, all this is the benefactor's chance."

The old monk stood up with a rare smile on his face.

After rejecting the others, the old monk said earnestly: "Even though the donor is like this, he still can't solve Ling Qianjin's problem."

Yuan Chu's eyes narrowed slightly. He had felt it just now, and he couldn't help feeling helpless.

"I dare to ask Master, if there is a way to solve it?"

The old monk said with deep eyes: "The Way of the Heavenly Master."