Chapter 28 Changes

Everything came so suddenly that people were caught off guard.

Miao Wu's body lay quietly in the corridor under the high platform, with a circle of red blood stains rising under his body, and the blood stains expanded more and more, like a lotus flower in the pool.

Wu Wang stood on the high platform and stared at his disciple's body. His expression was stagnant for a moment, and there was no reaction.

On the contrary, the Fawu of the Four Commandments of King Kong reacted first and exclaimed, "No, Miao Wu's nephew was seriously injured."

"Retain these two dragons." Fa Wudang shook the black jade Buddha beads first and smashed them with the light of thunder towards the interception in front.

At the same time, the other three commandments King Kong also came to his senses and took action at the same time.

Unfortunately, Kill One was a strange smile, and even the soul one disappeared into the air like a shadow.

Only a spark burst, which was an instant collision between the end of the fine steel dragon arm and the rosary of Fawu.

On the high platform, there was an uproar.

Even Li Qiushui, who has always been indifferent and looks like a wave, is creepy and moved.

Jiangbei Wudao Tianjiao, the most talented disciple of the Killing Sect for thousands of years, and the only person who is expected to reach the former Kai sect's master 'Killing Buddha', just killed an unknown pawn in the south of the Yangtze River.

This is no less than a bolt from the clear sky.

"Sozuo, how to deal with it? Please allow me to kill that boy." The Dharma phase took a step forward, stepped on the high platform, and looked at Jiuyou and Fang Ling angrily. As long as he gave a false order, he would definitely put the fine steel staff on their necks.

Xiang Ruolan, who was beside him, interrupted: "Isn't it a fair comparison? Even if you miss it, you don't have to fight so much. Just catch people. Why fight and kill them?"

Before Fa Xiang had answered, the fat man behind him was furious. He stamped his heavy foot, and the white jade steps within ten meters were crushed into pieces. He shouted, "What kind of person are you? You dare to care about my killing sect. In this world, killing is the hardest truth. That boy can't stay out of the matter. I must pay for his blood, suzerain, order it."

Wu Wang but shouted fiercely: "Enough, shut up."

The crowd suddenly silenced.

Wuruly moved, slowly walked down the high platform, came to the corridor, looked up to the sky, exhaled for a long breath, then bent down, picked up Miao Wu's body, and turned around and walked to the red Buddha.

His back is so desolate. Every step he takes, he seems to be old. When he reaches the foot of the red Buddha, he is like a dull old man, and there is no longer a trace of suzerain style.

"Fawu, you treat all the distinguished guests well. Don't fight any more. Let me be quiet."

The iron gate at the foot of the red Buddha opened silently, and Wuwang held the wonderful body and disappeared into it.

Blood spilled all over the ground.

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Among the great Buddhas, the four Vajra Dharma are in the middle. On the high platform made of red jade, Miao Wu's body lies flat on it, and there is no trace of life in silence.

All the anger no longer exists, only the ice and snow-like indifference still remains on the face and lingering.

Wu Wang stood on the high platform, looking sad, no sadness or joy in his eyes, and there was only desperate heart death.

The heart is more than sad.

In any case, my ambition and full of resentment disappeared at the moment of Miao Wu's death.

This disciple, who had been treated severely since he was a child, did not find that he was so important to himself until the moment of loss.

Scenes of the past came to my mind. From the innocence of childhood to the coldness of adulthood, Miao Wu's figure kept floating in Wuwang's heart. He was like his own child. When he was eager for love, he was pushed to a road that could not be turned back by himself.

Miao Wu would not die. Yes, if he hadn't decided to compete with the Dragon Emperor, Miao Wu would not have died in the duel. In his initial expectation, Miao Wu's stage should be to fight with the Dragon Emperor.

He should have been the winner. With the illustrious momentum of becoming the hegemon of Jiangbei, he has given the right to no successor. From then on, he will be this beloved disciple.

But now, everything has become a floating cloud.

For half his life, it turned out that he was glorious and rich, and his desire for power was just empty in the end. Only then did he find that he loved this disciple so much in his heart, but he had been quietly covered up by the poisonous sting. It was not until now that he suddenly found it.

It's too late.

The inside of the dry Buddha suddenly became cold.

There was a trace of chill in his heart, his whole body trembled, and he gradually fell asleep.

After falling asleep, a thin old monk with white hair and snow came out of the boundless darkness. The monk staggered in the void with a crutch, and fell beside Miao Wu's body in a few steps.

He squatted down, stretched out his hand as thin as a bamboo pole, and gently groped on Miao Wu's face, looking so soft.

At the same time, he threw the ghost horn Shura staff in his hand aside. With a void move, a long-handled bronze square mirror appeared in his palm. In the square mirror, a yellow flame burned fiercely.

"The fire of life, the lesson of heaven and earth, borrow my soul power to help its rebirth..."

The old voice of the ghost monk Wang spread in the darkness. At the same time, a huge burly body also emerged in the void, which was the Dragon Overlord who had erased the consciousness of the soul.

Countless strange symbols suddenly burst out on the mirror of Yuanhuo. These symbols were twisted like snakes and disappeared into the seven orifices of Miaowu. Miaowu's body immediately floated up and floated on the body of the Dragon Overlord, and the Dragon Overlord lay down under the control of the Ghost King.

Between the two, a trace of yellow ancient symbols flow endlessly, like a ribbon, repeatedly and shuttled between the two people's seven orifices.

At this moment, the ghost monk king suddenly gave a fierce beating of the mirror of Yuanhuo in his hand.

A circle of invisible energy storms spread like a hurricane, and the silent and empty Buddha roared like thunder.

"Roar............"

A roar like a giant beast from ancient times suddenly came from the mouth of Long Batian. He suddenly sat up and stood in the air, but his long black hair became as silvery as snow, and his face was extremely handsome and gorgeous as a blooming rose.

A little cinnabar mole between the forehead and heart is as red as blood.

is exactly what Miao Wu looks like.

"Hey hey, boy, you finally succeeded in your transformation. From now on, you have the body of the supreme dragon clan, and your strength can break the bottleneck between ten thousand enemies and the master. After that, the progress will be thousands of miles a day, and even the god of war is just around the corner." The ghost monk Wang swung his body, came from the void, came to Miao Wu's side, stroked his flower-like face, and said with a strange smile, "It's just that don't forget that I have a life without delusion, and I have spent so much effort to save you. Everything comes at a price. From then on, you obey me and no longer belong to Anyone."

Miao was ignored. A charming face was as indifferent as a ten-thousand-year iceberg. He just stared at his own body lying in the air.

The body is decaying rapidly, not material decay, but the passage of vitality. There is no longer a trace of luster on the handsome face, showing a dead ash, like rotten mud.

Miao Wu had no expression, and turned his head slightly to one side and looked at Wu Wang, who was in a deep coma.

A soft color flashed in his eyes, and his indifferent face like ice and snow bloomed like a flower in an instant.

"Master..."

Miao Wu muttered, as sincere as a childish child calling his father.

"Don't forget what you promised me." Before the ghost monk king's figure flashed like a ghost to Miao Wu and Wuwang in a deep sleep, he squatted down, gently patted Miao Wu's face, and said with a smile, "Little baby, you only belong to me in the future. If it weren't for you, I would have destroyed the Killing Sect long ago. From now on, you are not allowed to see Wuwang, even at a glance."

Miao Wu deeply stared at Wuwang, and then stood up, hung up in the air, with his arms open, and a pair of black and white light wings appeared behind him. The left was white and the right wing was dark. The strong wind swirled up between the wings, setting off a huge wind and waves.

"Ok, take this."

The ghost monk Wang smiled and snapped his fingers. A luxurious and exquisite purple sword was right in front of Miao Wu.

"Purple Qi Ming Wang Jian? Lord of Qingchen, have you forgotten what you promised me? You promised me to let the Killing Sect become the first martial arts faction in Jiangbei, but now you take out the treasure of their town faction. What's your intention? Miao Wu suppressed his voice, but a pair of blood-stained eyes flashed with a murderous intent.

"Huh? This is not the attitude of talking to the master. The ghost monk Wang smiled strangely, pointed out a finger and pointed to Miao Wu.

Miao Wu suddenly felt that the blood was stagnant, and the power of qi and blood in the meridians flowed backwards, and the whole person almost cracked.

"Remember, I'm your master. You are my slave. You are not qualified to negotiate terms. As long as I want, I can make you a flying ash at any time. Now, you go to the Dragon Emperor and solve the trouble of the trouble. By the way, catch the Jiangnan boy who killed you once, good boy."

The ghost monk Wang's face was full of blood. He held his face and smiled. A wave of water floated on his thin face in an instant, transforming into an extremely delicate and gorgeous face. His body also became graceful and colorful, and his snow-like blue hair turned into three thousand green silk.

"Miao Wu, remember your promise, otherwise I can destroy the Killing Sect at any time."

The gorgeous woman smiled softly, grabbed the ghost horn arhat stick suspended in the air, smiled and disappeared into the darkness.

It was wonderful, but he gasped heavily, opened a pair of light wings behind him, and rose to the sky.

At the moment of taking off, he did not turn his head to look at the sleeping Wuwang, but silently said a sentence in the bottom of his heart.

"Master, I will make the Killing Sect the first sect in the world, even if I pay all for it."

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After a moment, everything will be silent.

Wu Wangcai woke up from his sleep. He looked at the gray-colored Miao Wu's body lying on the high platform with a sad look.

"Miao Wu, my apprentice..."

With a low cry, he looked old for ten years in an instant.