~Date: ~October 18th~

Seeing that the five or five kings were aiming at him again, Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "King, I am a monk. I don't have money to speak, and I can't read. The Buddhist scriptures have just reached the level of looking at pictures. I am not as capable as this scholar≥-book_bar("

Wuwu looked at Huo Yuanzhen: "What kind of monk you don't even know? Really, okay, that scholar follows me."

Ji Wushuang glared at Huo Yuanzhen fiercely: "Abbot, are you playing tricks on me?"

"The donor has unparalleled magical calculations, so it is probably not a big problem to deal with these thieves and bandits."

Ji Wushuang had no choice but to say to the fifth and fifth words: "King, I know a little bit about the word "I am not here. Unfortunately, because the commander is about to die, I still have to go back to see him off. I am afraid I can't follow the commander back to the village."

Both of them realized that although Wuwu is a strong man, he seems to be honest and should use a gentle approach to dealing with such people.

Sure enough, Wuwu glanced at the two of them suspiciously: "Forget it, although the king doesn't believe you very much, he never bullies the weak. I'll let you go today. The desert is long, so you can ask for blessings."

After saying that, Wuwu looked at the ten heroes of the desert again: "On the contrary, you are not as good as me, a robber, what you did, it's just that there is a lack of manpower in the parable. You go back with me and let the king teach you well."

Ji Wushuang told him that the guard who had a bloody disaster had been told, and then shouted: "No, we should not be robbers, and everyone scolded him."

Wuwu's eyes glared: "There are good or bad robbers. If you say this, you must be scolding me every day. Come on, take this person down for me!"

Immediately rushed up from behind. More than ten people came and they were about to take down this person.

He also wanted to resist. Unexpectedly, Wuwu flew over the camel and knocked him to the ground.

It was indeed a hollow sledgehammer, so big that it could not kill anyone. It was just that it vomited blood and fell to the ground, and was tied up by the rest of the people.

The remaining guards did not dare to resist and stood honestly. Finally, Wuwu waved his hand and they obediently came behind Wuwu.

After doing these things, those people will leave.

Huo Yuanzhen hurriedly said, "This king, I think you have a strong murderous aura. I guess you must have hurt a lot of lives, right?"

"Yes. King, I am a robber. When I encounter these people who refuse to cooperate and try to resist, the king will naturally want to kill a warning to him. What's wrong?"

Wuwu looked at this monk and felt a little weird.

This monk seemed to be good at martial arts, but Wuwu couldn't see his depth≥*shu* ()

Speaking of which, not only he couldn't see it, but even Wuming's innate perfection, he couldn't figure out the true background of Huo Yuan.

But Wuwu felt that this person seemed to have a kindness towards him, and for some reason.

Huo Yuanzhen continued: "The king's anger is too heavy. Forever, it will probably affect his lifespan. And after death, he will definitely be brought by anger and enter the eighteen levels of hell to suffer. I want to do a ritual for the king when he has time in the future to resolve the anger on your body."

"Nonsense! Where is hell? How could I go to hell, the king?"

Huo Yuanzhen pointed to the ground, with blood spitting out by the guard just now, and said to Wuwu: "Please look, this is the blood you left after hurting people. In the future, if you go to hell, some blood will completely overwhelm you, and your body will also turn into pus and blood. You will watch your body melt and then grow again. That kind of pain will torture you for thousands of years. Can you bear it?"

As Huo Yuanzhen spoke, the atmosphere around him seemed to have changed a little. Others didn't feel it, but Wuwu felt that the blood on the ground seemed to be really moving.

It’s not that I feel it, it’s really moving!

The blood on the ground was originally just a small pool, but it began to flow gradually, getting bigger and bigger, gradually beginning to spread to Wuwu's feet.

Wuwu finally felt a little panicked, he had never seen this situation before.

Even though he had the ability and strength, his sledgehammer could not defeat these blood stains. He couldn't help but say, "Monk, why did this blood really move?"

"King, the reason for this blood stain is very simple, because you hurt others, these blood stains are transformed by other people's resentment, and now it affects your mood. After you die, all the people you hurt, all the blood shed will come to you and swallow you up, just like now. What you see now is what you will experience after your death!"

With Huo Yuanzhen's words, the blood stains became more and more, and even flowed into a river on the ground, which soon flooded Wuwu's legs and almost reached the waist.

At this time, he could not see the people around Wuwu, but only saw the endless river of blood and the monk standing in the void opposite him.

"No! This is not true! Monk, how can I get out from here?"

Wuwu waved his hand desperately, but the blood continued to rise and had already spread across his chest.

"Where are you from?"

Huo Yuanzhen asked 551 words in the void.

Wuwu hurriedly replied: "I came from Mingsha Mountain, and there is our mountain village."

"After you go back, you must not hurt others randomly, and you must not rob others' property. You can distribute all the property you robbed to the poor people, and then wait for the monk to do rituals for you. At that time, you will naturally eliminate the difficulty of the blood river. Otherwise, after you die, you will end like today. Do you understand?"

Seeing that the blood was about to spread to his mouth, and Wuwu felt that his flesh and blood were even beginning to fall off in the blood river. The pain was so real that he felt like he was about to die.

He didn't care whether the monk's words were correct, Wuwu hurriedly said, "I agree! Monk, please let the blood recede quickly. Can't I experience it after I die? Are I dead now?"

Seeing Wuwu struggling in this blood pool hell and being about to hold on, Huo Yuanzhen felt that it was almost done. With a thought, the illusion gradually dissipated.

When Wuwu looked at him again, he turned out that he was still sitting on a camel with a sledgehammer in his hand, and everyone next to him was looking at him nervously.

"Master, what's wrong with you just now? He was talking vaguely, but no one understood."

Wuwu was even more stunned. Didn’t anyone notice his own situation just now?

At this moment, the monk's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"The 55th King, what you saw just now is that if you don't repent, this will be the case after death, and other people will not see it."

Huo Yuan’s real illusion is just used on Wuwu, so the others naturally cannot see it.

Wuwu still felt scared when he thought of the situation just now. The feeling was too real. He even touched his body and found that the flesh he had just fallen off was still on his body, so he felt relieved.

But Huo Yuan really sent a message to the secret, which shocked him again.

As the peak of the mid-stage innate stage, Wuwu is also a person who knows the truth. He knew that only innate perfection can one achieve this method of voice transmission.

Could it be that this monk is so powerful that he is already innate and perfect?

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Wuwu clasped his fists at Huo Yuanzhen and said, "This master, my village is in Mingsha Mountain. Master Xiao has finished his work. I can go to Mingsha Mountain and his entourage as soon as possible."

"Amitabha! I will definitely go there."

If you want to conquer the head of the eight tribes, you can't succeed by just casting a blood pool hell. Huo Yuanzhen doesn't have that time now, so he has to reserve a foreshadowing first and wait for the next time to meet, and then find a chance to subdue the 55 kings.

This person has reached the peak of the middle stage of the innate stage. Once he was initiated, he would appear as a peak of the late stage of the innate stage, comparable to that of Li Yifeng.

Moreover, this person has excellent physical fitness and should be a martial arts genius. As long as he instructs a martial arts based on his actual situation, he will be an existence comparable to Mo Tianxie.

He is worthy of being the leader of the eight tribes. What he lacks at present is that he needs to be sincere in his efforts to Buddha.

Wuwu became much more honest at this time, and said goodbye to the four remaining people present one by one before leaving with his subordinates.

The ten heroes of the desert also followed Wuwu and others and officially became members of the desert thieves.

Ji Wushuang was about to ask Huo Yuanzhen what was going on just now, but Huo Yuanzhen said first: "The donor of Jian is indeed a magical sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial

It is rare to hear Huo Yuanzhen praise him. Ji Wushuang was quite proud and twisted his beard and said, "This is natural. By the way, Ji has discovered that my Tianji Technique is more and more times, and it has basically reached a success rate of 30%. It seems that he has made great progress in Taoism."

Huo Yuanzhen was temporarily confused by Ji Wushuang's eyes. When he turned around, he found that the beautiful woman was looking at him in surprise.

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen look over, the woman smiled and said, "Abbot, your performance is unexpected. Can you tell the little woman what happened just now? Why did the 55th King retreat voluntarily? And he also told you where his nest is and invited you to come?"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "Maybe this person is destined to be with me, so he looks at me with a different eye."

The woman did not continue to ask questions, but said to Huo Yuanzhen: "But now my guards have been taken away by that Wuwu, and no one can protect us. In this desert, how can we two women move forward? Can you bother Master to protect us all the way?"

"This is natural. Since we are with you, we will naturally protect you, you don't have to."

Ji Wushuang rushed to speak again, fearing that Huo Yuan would really not agree.

"Then master, please don't think we are walking slowly."

Huo Yuanzhen also nodded slightly. His doubts about this woman were never eliminated. Her calmness was indeed far from that of an ordinary woman.

"Let's go, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. We may have to spend this Dragon Boat Festival in the desert, so don't have to do anything else."

As the woman spoke, she looked into the sea of ​​sand in the distance, and an unpredictable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. (To be continued...
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