The Beauty of the Tang Dynasty is Like a Cloud / the Story of the Evil King Among the Flowers of the

"Huh!" Dugu Feng let out a light sigh, looked at Dugu Ce, and said with a strange look in his eyes: "Brother, didn't you say that this temple is full of yin monks? This monk saw us three beauties, how could he not?" Hospitality, but drive us out?"

Dugu Ce smiled slightly, and at the same time sent a voice transmission to Dugufeng, Fu Junqiang, and Bai Qing'er: "In the devil's cave, there are occasional people with pure natures. This monk put on a dead face and drove us out, probably because he was afraid that you would be poisoned. It's really kind."

Dugufeng suddenly nodded.

Fu Junqiang turned his eyes, smiled and said to the Zhike monk: "We are evil cultists. Zen Master Zhitong, the abbot of Jiumu Ciyun Temple, is doing evil and fighting evil, and the flames of demons are raging. It is our fellow monk, so I came here today to discuss with him. A big bad thing."

"..."

Dugu Ce, Dugu Feng, and Bai Qing'er were all speechless.The Zhike monk was also dumbfounded and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Fu Junqiang stared, and urged menacingly, "Hey, little monk, don't go in and report yet!"

She is petite, with an average chest, and hasn't grown much in the past two years. She still looks like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, but her tone is old-fashioned, and she actually calls a young monk in her twenties a "little monk".

After hearing what she said, the Zhike monk became suspicious and thought to himself: "Could it be that there is really some kind of evil cult monster who has a good face and looks young and young?"

When he was hesitating, Dugu Ce chuckled, and said to the Zhike monk: "Okay, little monk, we are here to find trouble at Ciyun Temple. Since we are here today, the monastery monks, don't even want to live. I think you have a good conscience." If it survives, I will let you live, and run for your own life."

After finishing speaking, he put his hands behind his back and swaggered towards Ciyun Temple.Dugufeng, Bai Qinger, and Fu Junqiang followed closely behind.

Seeing them going straight to the gate of the temple, the Zhike monk hesitated for a while, and said: "My master is a true disciple of Wutai, and he has three flying swords. His swordsmanship is very good..."

"Hehe, you are kind." Dugu Ce said with a smile without turning his head, "The environment of Ciyun Temple is good. I just want to find a place to stay. After killing the demon monk, I happen to occupy his temple. After this incident, if you I have nowhere to go, so I will go back to Ciyun Temple and continue to be an intellectual."

The Zhike monk was speechless, and watched the four of them enter the temple gate, hesitated for a while, then flew to a hill outside the temple, and watched from afar.

Dugu Ce led Dugufeng, Bai Qing'er, and Fu Junqiang into the gate of the temple, and came to a square in front of the temple. He didn't say much, and shouted loudly: "Where is Zhitong? Where is the multi-armed bear hair? The Chou family is looking for a place! "

The sound of shouting was like thunder, rolling in the air, spreading to every corner of hundreds of acres of Zen forest.

Soon, the wind was blowing from all around the square. Dozens of big-armed monks, armed with sabers, Zen sticks, and handy shovels, rushed to the square from all directions and surrounded the four of Dugu Ce.

In the main hall opposite the square, a fat monk walked out, wearing a red cassock.Walking beside him was a great monk with a face as black as the bottom of a pot, holding a Zen stick in his left hand and only three fingers left on his right hand.Behind the two monks, there were four vicious and vicious monks.

The fat monk in the red cassock is the presiding officer of Ciyun Temple Zhitong.The eight-fingered monk next to him is the multi-armed Xiong Maotai, and now he has a dharma name called Miaotong.

The four fierce monks behind the two are the four King Kongs who made flying swords under Zhitong's seat: Hui Neng, Hui Ming, Hui Xing, and Hui Xing.

Zhitong and Mrs. Mao took the four King Kongs and stood on the stone steps in front of the hall, condescendingly looking down at the four Dugu Ce who were surrounded by dozens of monks.After seeing the faces and figures of Dugufeng, Bai Qing'er, and Fu Junqiang clearly, all of them's eyes lit up and their eyes were gloomy.

Zhitong chuckled, and said: "I think some great enemy came here to seek revenge. It turned out that he was a white-faced boy and three beauties. Is this here to seek revenge, or to deliver goods to the door?"

The Four King Kongs and all the monks burst into laughter, chattering in disorder, all kinds of chatter emerged one after another.

Except for a few monks under Zhitong's sect, almost all of them are evil ghosts.Seeing the beauty of Dugufeng, Bai Qinger, and Fu Junqiang, how can you bear it?They all showed their ugly faces.

When Mrs. Mao saw the three daughters of Dugufeng, although her eyes were gloomy, but when she saw Duguce, her eyes were even more coveted, and she laughed and said: "Brother Zhitong, these three little beauties The mother belongs to you, but the young master must belong to me."

This person kills both men and women, he loves both beautiful women and beautiful men.He even loves beautiful men more than beautiful women.

Listening to the obscenities of the monks in Ciyun Temple, and seeing the filthy and wretched ugliness of the monsters dressed as monks, Dugufeng couldn't help but sighed softly, and said to Bai Qing'er: "I suddenly discovered that your Demon Sect still has a very good taste. .”

Bai Qing'er nodded with deep sympathy: "Yes, I originally thought that our Holy Sect disciples were all witches, demons, scum and scum, but after seeing these demon monks today, I realized that our Holy Sect disciples are actually real. It’s very stylish and very pursuing!”

Fu Junqiang said angrily: "Are these monsters out of their minds? They are also flower pickers. Look at our young master. How elegant are the flower pickers? They are so elegant that they don't look like bad guys. Look at them again. He is vulgar and hideous. He almost has the word "bad guy" carved on his forehead!"

Dugu Ce tapped her on the forehead lightly with his fingers, and said with a smile, "You girl, you have nothing to say. Is this young master a flower picker? This young master is called Hua Cong Shengshou. Well, today is here for a trial, don't let me tell you any more." Nonsense, Jun Qiang, you go and get rid of the miscellaneous fish first."

Volume 356 1, Phantom Hundred Kills, Nine Yin Bone Claws [Add 2/[-] more, order full! 】Fu Junqiang didn't say a word, drew his sharp sword out of its sheath, stepped on Lingbo, and in an instant, dozens of phantoms were separated, each phantom faced a monk, and stabbed out the long sword at the same time.

Chi!The sound of dozens of sharp weapons entering the flesh merged into a sharp sound.Dozens of monks, no matter how tall, short, fat or thin, were all stabbed in the throat at the same time. From the beginning to the end, none of them could make any response, and they were almost powerless to fight back!

After stabbing the throats of dozens of monks, those dozens of Fu Junqiang drew their long swords at the same time, bringing out a rain of red blood.Following her figure flashed, dozens of phantoms gathered together, sheathed her sword, and stood beside Dugu Ce, as if she had never moved at all.

And the dozens of monks surrounding the four of Dugu Ce fell to the ground at the same time, making a dull shock.

She smiled at Dugu Ce, and said crisply: "My lord, all the miscellaneous fish are gone."

Dugu Ce nodded in satisfaction, and praised: "Jun Qiang, you combined Lingbo Weibu, phantom movement, and sword light differentiation technique to develop this phantom hundred kills, which already has practical value. Make persistent efforts and strive to achieve it as soon as possible." The realm of killing thousands of phantoms and forming an array with one person."

Fu Junqiang giggled coquettishly: "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. I will work hard!"

When the two were talking, Zhitong, Maotai, and the Four King Kong were all dumbfounded, with expressions of disbelief all over their faces.

Just now Fu Junqiang struck too fast, and the sword technique of transforming dozens of phantoms and assassinating dozens of people with one blow was even more unimaginable, so that none of Zhitong and the others could respond in time to lend a helping hand.

"I missed you..." Zhitong murmured, his fat body was shocked, he came back to his senses, looked at Dugu Ce and others with a serious expression, and said in a deep voice: "Which school of swordsmen are you? Why are you fighting with me?" Is Ciyun Temple an enemy?"

"Sword Immortal?" Dugu Ce smiled: "You monks, you really put gold on your face. You are still a mortal, and you have not yet ascended to the Immortal Tower. You only have a flying sword, and you dare to be called a Sword Immortal. Really Shameless."

"We don't dare to be as thick-skinned as you." Dugu Feng said leisurely: "We are just ordinary sword cultivators, with no background or school. It is only because we can't see that your strength is low, but you occupy such a good treasure land, so we choose Come to you to test your swords, and grab a place to stay by the way."

She also didn't say that you are doing evil, we are here to fight for justice.Instead, he pointed directly at his heart: We are here to test the sword with you and grab the territory by the way.Who told you that your strength is low?

Zhitong's face was extremely ugly, "It turns out that they are people of the same way! Since they are all heretics who are not tolerated by the righteous way, why do they want to kill each other?"

"Who is in the same way as you? Don't put gold on your face." Bai Qing'er said disdainfully: "If you are in the same evil way as your shameless, brain-dead and unmedicated two hundred and five, wouldn't we have no style? "

Fu Junqiang chimed in: "That's right, you guys, the villains are not elegant at all. To say that we are your comrades is simply a humiliation to us!"

"You guys!" Zhitong gritted his teeth angrily, pointed at Fu Junqiang and Bai Qing'er, and said, "Buddha is the direct descendant of Wutai, a disciple of Patriarch Hunyuan, how can you insult him wantonly! Take you down, you have to..."

"Okay, don't say a few words." Dugu Ce said suddenly, interrupting Zhitong, "Qing'er, Mrs. Mao is yours. Junqiang, you kill the Four King Kongs. Feng'er, go and meet Zhitong. I Put on the line for you."

Bai Qing'er said yes, and smiled at Mrs. Mao: "Mr. Mao, you have a disciple named Zhang Liang, right? He was in Chengdu just now, and he accidentally killed him!"

"What?" Mao Tai was shocked, his face full of disbelief.

Zhang Liang and him are called masters and apprentices, but they are actually friends. He accepted Zhang Liang as his disciple because he loved Zhang Liang's masculinity so much.Hearing Zhang Liang's bad news at this time, his eyes turned red and he was furious.