The Head of My Family is Number One In the World Chapter 200

   Chapter 200 How dare you turn your back and eat my knife!

   Zhao Kingdom Palace.

   "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is not well..."

   In an instant, dozens of eunuchs and ministers all knelt outside the palace gate.

   "Your Majesty, the person who recovered from one of the temples, regardless of the reason, slaughtered the Quartet on Qinglong Street, and now he has slaughtered thousands of people!"

   Zhao Yi heard the sound and walked out of the palace gate.

  's face was as transparent as paper immediately: "What, these ancient people didn't even let the common people off?"

   A minister trembled:

"Yes, it is…"

   "It was just a moment. Hundreds of families on Qinglong Street were all slaughtered, regardless of age or gender, as if he was just killing for fun."

   "The people from the Imperial City Division went to a team of 100 people and were also beheaded by him!"

   "Hundreds of troops, it's gone in one stroke."

   "After killing someone, he sat on the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses, as if he was reminiscing."

   Zhao Yi's soul trembled: "How could this be, isn't this person a person?"

   He either has never seen the actions of the ancients, or the group of Nie Guishen.

  Those people in the ninth robbery era, although they are full of thoughts, they want to regain the power in China, divide the territory, and return to the peak of the past.

   But no matter how these people compete for power, they are still human after all.

   Some even claim to be famous.

therefore.

   No matter under any circumstances, do not kill ordinary people, do not kill ordinary people, this is a default unspoken rule.

   Available now…

  How come the people who recovered in the capital this time are so dehumanized and wantonly massacred.

   "Why?" Zhao Yi asked in a trembling voice, "Why does this person do this!?"

"According to the report of the Imperial City Secretary, it seems like... this person..." A minister replied in fear: "He seems to be carrying a devil on his back, like an armor, but he has flesh and blood, and has an eye on his chest and... It's not human!"

"not human…"

   Hearing such a bizarre thing.

   Zhao Yi's eyes went black immediately, he couldn't believe what he heard.

   is not the devil of man!

   "How can this be good?"

   In the eyes of the broken ancients, the people of the present age are just ants who are wantonly ignored, no one can be their enemy, and now they are still in this capital, and they have resurrected an ancient devil who would kill anyone they saw!

   "Chen Sha...Sect Master Chen..."

Suddenly, lightning flashed in Zhao Yi's mind, and he said in a trembling voice: "Only he who is meditating in the Temple of Heaven can stop this ancient devil, hurry up, let someone invite him, even if he doesn't like my Zhao royal family, but After all, the people are innocent, and I ask him to lend a helping hand..."

However.

   But at this time.

   Surprise voice appears:

   "Your Majesty, there is a turning point!"

   Zhao Yi's eyes widened: "What's the turning point?"

The minister    said quickly: "Someone reported that the resuscitator in another temple flew towards Qinglong Tianjie. It seems that this person is acting, so that another ancient person can't stand it anymore."

   Zhao Yi was shocked.

   "Another one?"

   He then remembered it with hindsight.

   Today in the capital, there are two ancient temples revived.

   Qinglongtian Street.

   Bloody as **** on earth.

   Wu Yuanhua stroked the armor on his chest, feeling the dissatisfaction of the armor, and said to himself:

   "After all, ordinary people are not delicious enough, not enough tonic..."

   He kicked away a soldier of the Imperial City Division: "The aura of a warrior in this life is even weaker. Killing a thousand is not as satisfying as killing one in the past."

  Boom! Boom!

   At this moment, a heartbeat-like sound appeared on the armor.

"Oh?"

  Wu Yuanhua looked in one direction, stood up from the pile of corpses in the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and said to himself:

   "Are there any powerful characters coming?"

  He looked up at the distant sky.

  I see.

   In the sky, a monk in white clothes fluttering, came quickly, but only reached the height of the **** Qinglong Tianjie, and he couldn't help but stop in the sky.

  Buzz~~

   Looking at the **** purgatory below, as well as the flies, cow mosquitoes and other small bugs that follow the smell of blood.

  Rao is because he has the Dharma cultivation of the Vajra Realm, and he can't help but close his eyes tightly:

   "Amitabha, Your Excellency is the soaring powerhouse of the Broken King Kong. It is unbearable or unbearable to fight against ordinary people with such a killer. The Buddha also has the angry eyes of King Kong!"

   The young monk in white shouted angrily:

   "It's no use talking, you, die!"

   A Buddhist saying, full of murderous intent, full of anger.

   The young broken monk of ancient times.

   swooped down from the sky.

  Hoo!

   Feeling the strong Vajra Buddha power, covered from the high sky, Wu Yuanhua, who was pale and dressed in armor, showed a smile:

   "Buddhist disciples, it seems that they are still in the line of Tai A Shenni. No wonder they like to meddle in their own business, but it's a pity..."

   His expression became empty and dull:

   "When I ascended, I ascended by stepping on the head of your Little Bliss Holy Land generation host. The three religions and nine streams worked together, but they couldn't help me, but you dare to speak to me like this, I just want to know..."

   A ray of blood rose into the sky.

   A young ancient monk in a white Buddhist robe suddenly heard a ferocious voice that shook his eardrums:

   "Is your blood delicious enough?"

   One more moment.

   The figure of Wu Yuanhua with a pale face in armor was no longer on the ground.

   This pale face.

   In an instant, he was a zhang in front of the monk in white.

   At such a close distance, the monk in white finally fully saw Wu Yuanhua's dress and face, as well as the flesh armor with eyes on his chest:

   "Jiuli Blood Armor, Lord of the Divine Armament, you are the Wu Yuanhua who once brought disaster to my Little Bliss Holy Land!"

   recognized the identity of the devil.

   The monk in white was not shocked but even more angry,

   A distance of one zhang, the power of Vajra Buddha works.

  Whoa!

   His palm on his chest stretched forward, and the air suddenly cracked a gap under this palm!

   In the tumbling air, it was like a wave.

   This palm hit Wu Yuanhua's chest directly.

boom!

   In the entire sky, there seemed to be a blast of thunder, and the air around the two was instantly evacuated by nearly a hundred feet, tumbling away.

However.

After    the monk in white slapped the palm of his hand, he was suddenly shocked.

   The same is the Vajra realm.

   This slaughtering Jiuli Blood Armor God Soldier is definitely not a strength that he can't avoid even with a single test.

  So, although he hit with a palm, he subconsciously wanted to pull away, feeling that something was wrong.

"hey-hey!"

   Immediately afterwards, he heard a sneering sneer, and the monk in white felt that his palm had hit a sacred mountain, and the sacred mountain remained motionless.

   Immediately afterwards, Kamiyama approached him and pulled out!

boom!

   The void seems to be kicked up by Wu Yuanhua's random kick!

  It's so scary!

The white-clothed monk almost subconsciously held up the divine light of the Vajra body protection, the white light behind his head shone, illuminating the sky, but before he collided with this foot, the light in front of him collided with the gang wind, and there was a dull roar !

  Boom!

  In an instant, a huge roar sounded like countless thunderbolts bursting at the same time, and the rolling thunder sounded for miles around.

   The two collided.

   The terrifying airflow immediately formed a small hurricane in midair and spread.

boom!

   But right after the hurricane, the figure of the monk in white fell from the hurricane like a meteor, and was kicked away, kicked in the chest, and smashed into the ground!

   "cough cough..."

   The monk in white only got up from the big pit on the ground. His chest was actually a deep depression with a footprint, and he felt like his lungs were shattered.

   His heart trembled:

   "Also in the Vajra realm, how can this demon be so powerful?"

   is an instant.

   Wu Yuanhua on the sky dome also swooped down like a meteor, seemingly sensing the thoughts of the monk in white, grinning and making a terrifying voice:

   "Don't you know that the one who is in charge of the magic weapon is invincible at the same time!"

  Boom!

   The collision between the two broke out on the ground again, and the loess ground beneath their feet suddenly raised an earth curtain several meters high, and the earth cracked a terrifying gap.

   But see.

   Another figure in white flew out of the mud mist.

  In all directions of the capital, those who secretly watched this scene were all heartbroken:

   "The old master who was clearly a good man..."

   Even the devil suppressed it fiercely!

   And after the monk in white went backwards, he coughed up blood again and again, and even his physique in the Vajra Realm couldn't resist this Wu Yuanhua's fists and kicks.

   As if the flesh-and-blood armor was worn on his body, it brought him not only defense, but also merged with him and became a part of him.

The blessing of    to his entire physique is immeasurable.

   "Speaking of which, it was precisely because in my time that no one could be killed, and the people who were killed could no longer satisfy my needs, that I thought of soaring to sleep and coming to this afterlife..."

   Wu Yuanhua's terrifying voice whistled in the mud mist:

   "Sure enough, with the span of a thousand years, the people who will recover in the future will be the targets of killing that can satisfy me. You can definitely satisfy my desires!"

   followed.

   Under the horrified gaze of the monk in white.

   Above the long street.

That Wu Yuanhua seemed to have turned into a human-shaped blood-colored lightning, one swooped over, and a strange scene followed. He spread out one arm, and the flesh-and-blood armor attached to the body actually began to condense and transform, based on the arm, A blood-colored sharp blade was born.

   headed towards the monk in white!

  The terrifying airflow was split.

   The pupils in the eyes of the monk in white shrank sharply, feeling the speed of this knife, he couldn't dodge it at all, he clenched his teeth in an instant and propped up an ancient bell!

  Clang!

   I saw a golden ancient clock that was three feet high, and it was transformed from outside his body.

  Golden Bell Cover!

   This Buddhist practice is the most common and the most difficult to cultivate. Whether it is in the ninth or tenth kalpa, it can be called one of the highest defensive magical skills in Buddhism.

   But it's…

  Crack!

   In front of Wu Yuanhua, the blood knife that Jiuli Jia transformed into, even the golden bell hood supported by the diamond realm was instantly cut open like a watermelon.

   so that there was no sound of hitting on the golden bell, and it was directly cut.

  scoff!

   Immediately after the knife slashed, one arm of the monk in white was directly chopped off.

   The power of this sword.

   let the monk in white directly lose his mind.

   He was not mentally prepared at all, so that he didn't even feel the pain of the momentary broken arm, and then there was a flash of blood in front of his eyes...

  chi!

   The blood knife that cut off one of his arms, the blood flashed, and lightning pierced through his chest!

  Poof!

   The monk in white looked in disbelief as he was stabbed through his chest, and then slowly lifted up by Wu Yuanhua and picked up in the air.

  Wu Yuanhua looked at the blade that stabbed the monk in white, and the blade rose, absorbing the strong life essence, and replenishing it to him. The pleasant satisfaction made him groan: "Oh..."

   "As expected of the Vajra realm, back then... back then..."

   He was shaking all over, moaning contentedly:

   "How come there was no such opponent back then, for me to kill and satisfy me!"

   But at this time.

  Boom! Boom!

   Jiurijia on his body sent out a sense again.

"Oh?"

   Wu Yuanhua Muran narrowed his eyes, touched his chest, and looked in the direction of the Temple of Heaven in the capital:

   "You said, there is a Vajra realm in this city?"

  Boom…Boom…

   felt the heartbeat of Jiulijia.

   "Hehe, there's actually another one!"

   Wu Yuanhua's pale face showed a horrific smile:

   "It's not in vain for me to take you to this afterlife. Sure enough, this is my blissful world!"

   Immediately, he picked up the monk in white, jumped up, and walked through the air...

  Not long.

   followed Jiulijia's induction and saw the whole picture of the capital, and saw a snow-white altar of sacrifice to heaven, which appeared in sight.

   On the altar of that day, there is a temple and a young Taoist sitting cross-legged.

   The Taoist turned his back to him.

   As if he didn't sense the Wu Yuanhua flying from the sky at all.

  Wu Yuanhua didn't care about this, and only made a cold and terrifying voice:

   "How dare you turn your back and eat my knife!"

  Only the young Taoist sitting at the front of the Temple of Heaven was left in his eyes. He looked at the monk in white, who had not yet absorbed it, and threw it aside.

   Then a knife turned out and slashed directly at the top of Chen Sha's head!

   (end of this chapter)

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