Ancestor, Watch Over Me Chapter 254: Monk and Beastmaster
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The endless sea, the blue waves are endless.
Nine warships, sailing all the way south, braving the wind and waves, have gradually gone for more than ten days.
The ancestral ship of the Liu family is the largest and most mighty warship among the nine warships. It sails smoothly on the sea, exuding a jet black metallic luster, like a black steel behemoth.
Not far away, the other eight warships are less than half of them.
The major sects and clan forces on the eight warships will look up at the Liu family’s ancestral ship from the railings in their spare time. They all talked and looked up in awe, guessing what metal the Liu family used to build such a giant. Mack warship.
On the battleship of the Cangwu Holy Land, there are three thousand disciples, a group of elders, and other martial arts forces that have made friends with the Cangwu Holy Land.
At this moment, Liu Tianhe and Saint Cangwu are standing side by side, looking at the ancestral ship. They look proud and have a faint smile on their faces. On the deck, their son Liu Yaozu and a few other elders’ children are playing together. , Frolic.
Next door.
On the sea not far away, is the warship of the Nine-Layer Holy Land, second only to the ancestral ship of the Liu family, with 50,000 people on it. 30,000 are the disciples and elders of the Nine-Layer Holy Land, and the remaining 20,000 are ruthless old men. The ancestors of the heavenly masters such as the ancestors.
"Go to the island of the Yun Dynasty, where we are going to build another nine-fold sacred land division. Everyone, please behave well. The ancestor said, the sovereign of the division, the elder, will appear among you!"
On the deck, a master of the Nine Extremes Realm Moyi under Liu Sanhai's seat said, in front of him is a group of elders and elite disciples from the Nine Layers of Holy Land.
When Mo Yi mentioned the ancestor, his face was full of fanaticism.
He is called Mo Yi, and there are nine other masters called Mo Er Mo, Mo San Mo 4... Mo Shi, all of them were the strongest in the nine sacred places selected by Liu Sanhai at that time, and were called the Top Ten Demons.
For ten years, under Liu Sanhai's vigorous cultivation, they did not hesitate to use resources to accumulate, and became the top ten masters of the Nine Extremes in the Nine Layers of Sacred Lands, and they are famous for martial arts.
"Elder Demon One, I heard that your other demon monarchs may be brought into the heavenly court by the ancestors this time, isn't it?" a disciple of the Nine Layers of Holy Land asked with an eager look.
Moyi laughed when he heard the words, longingly said: "I hope so, I am not sure to enter the heavenly court, my sword intent is still short of the door, the ancestor let me go to the battlefield of the Yun Dynasty Island, much By killing some people, you will be able to comprehend the meaning of the sword, hey!"
Others heard it and sighed with emotion.
Ten years, in the heavenly court, the martial arts and cultivation bases of those people are like rockets, and there are many mysterious pills and weapons. They all dream of joining the heavenly court. Unfortunately, the threshold for the heavenly court is extremely high. .
In the distance, on a small warship, there are a group of relatively weak martial arts sects and families, as well as many masters who are in casual repairs, mixed with fish and dragons, and there are also many powerful and extremely evil generations.
This ship is equivalent to a black ship, with a gambling house, a red building, and the Colosseum on it.
And everyone on this ship went to the Yun Dynasty islands mostly to compete for opportunities and make money.
At this moment, in a large room of this ship, on a high platform.
A pale-faced young monk knocked on the wooden fish and read the scriptures, with a compassionate smile on his face.
Under the high platform, a group of masters of the world were listening to his lecture, their expressions were extremely religious.
At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a master of the bitter sea stage and a group of people rushed in with murderous aura.
"Monk thief, what did you do to our sutra master? Our sutra master shaved his hair as a monk after hearing your sutras!" He carried the knife, his eyes were chilling into the autumn, and he scanned the group of people listening to the sutras in the room.
Among them, there is a one-eyed dragon who is their suzerain. He usually kills countless people.
But at this moment, the young monk sat down and listened to the scriptures with a pious face, and he didn't even look at the masters under his command.
The young monk smiled slightly, knocked the wooden fish, and rippled, causing all the bodies of the Bitter Sea Realm master and others who rushed in to shock, and most of the anger on his face disappeared.
After that, he spoke: "Amitabha, the tractor of the poor monk, not a thief monk!"
His voice is soft and magnetic, with strange fluctuations.
"Donor, there is no limit to the sea of suffering, and the shore is turning back. Sit down and listen to the poor monk telling the story of a bulldozer king..."
After a word, a group of people on the opposite side looked in a trance, like a puppet being manipulated, put down the sword in their hands and sat cross-legged under the stage.
The young monk smiled slightly, rang the wooden fish, and began to speak slowly: "The Buddha said, there is no magic in the world, a generation of bulldozer kings turned out to deter all directions, and the eight heavenly kings under his command each have a mysterious iron order. Those who get the Profound Iron Order, get the Bulldozer King’s Treasure..."
The young monk speaks very slowly, and there are other power fluctuations in his words.
Under the stage, the group of people who had just sat cross-legged on the ground picked up the swords on the ground one by one, and began to step up for themselves. Soon, all of them became bald, looking at the monk with pious faces.
Looking at their appearance, like the others who have already sat in the audience, one by one seems to be the most loyal believer of the young monk.
The corners of the young monk's mouth are slightly raised, and his smile is like a Buddha and a demon.
His gaze was in the direction of the Liu family's ancestor ship, his eyes were extremely deep, and he muttered to himself: "Go to the island of the Yun Dynasty, I hope I can find the descendants of the Excavator King..."
The young monk sighed faintly: "The heritage and treasures of the Bulldozer King are too tempting. The poor monk can't help but fall into the devil's way. Kind and sad... Nothing, let's take it from your heart!"
He turned around, sat cross-legged on a high platform, and continued chanting. In the room, there was peace in an instant, only his voice echoed...
At the same time, on the second floor of the ship, there was a tumult and crowds.
Here is the Colosseum formed by several families.
Participants are not allowed to use weapons such as swords, and the martial power or spiritual power will be sealed, and only fists, legs and feet are allowed.
Guo Dagang of the Corpse Cultivator came with his disciples and sat in the stands.
"Master, this time we went to the Yun Dynasty Island, are we really not coming back?" a female disciple asked.
Guo Dagang smiled and said: "Naturally, although the Yun Dynasty Island is not as big as Scorpio Island, it is very prosperous. There are seven in Guangchengchi, which is enough for the development of our corpse-raising school."
"Wow, that's so beautiful, I haven't seen so many cities yet!" The female disciple sighed yearningly.
Guo Dagang smiled slightly, his eyes full of hope.
In the past ten years, he has been hiding in Tibet, just to avoid the Liu family. Now, he is going to the Yun Dynasty Island, so that the Liu family can no longer find himself, and he feels comfortable thinking about it.
It's a pity that there is not a decent master in his corpse raising group.
At this moment, there was a burst of cheers in the Colosseum below the stage.
"Beastmaster! Beastmaster! Beastmaster!..."
Guo Dagang looked curiously and found a young man walking into the Colosseum with his arms bare.
After that, several evil wolves were released from the iron cage.
They are evil wolves that have been fortified with drugs. Each one is bigger than a calf, very terrifying, and the hair is like silk and satin.
The young man fought with the evil wolf, fisted to the flesh, no wolf could get close to him, and any one hit by him would either die or be injured.
The violent power and magnificent killing skills made the heroes shocked and cheered.
Guo Dagang also slapped his tongue for a while.
"Is it the Liu family's physical training?!"
He stared at the young man carefully and found that he did not have the big muscles of Liu Jia Ti Xiu, and he was relieved immediately.
"These wolves are ferocious beasts cultivated by the Slave Beast Sect with drugs, each of them can be compared to the Bitter Sea Realm, and together, they can be compared to the Nine Extreme Realm, and they can't help this young man!"
"It's incredible. Before this young man was sealed, his cultivation was only the Body Tempering Realm. Is the Body Tempering Realm so powerful?!"
In the stands of the Colosseum~IndoMTL.com~, several martial arts seniors looked incredible and commented loudly.
Then waved his hand, one of his men bowed back and put a giant python into the Colosseum. The evil spirit comparable to the Nine Extremes caused the Colosseum to panic.
In the field, the young man's eyes were bright and he didn't care about the python. He rushed forward and smashed it with a fist. The python bite, and he ignored it. His fist and the other person smashed into the python. In the mouth, and then rushed out from behind the forehead, bringing out the flesh and blood of a place.
The body of the giant python fell to the ground.
In the Colosseum, exclamations boiled and the cheers were deafening.
The young man smiled slightly and muttered to himself: "The Body Tempering Realm at the ninety-ninth and ninety-ninth level, one level short, you can break through..."
In the stands, Guo Dagang's eyes were bright, staring at the young man, when the fighting beast was over, he immediately followed, and said hello: "Little brother, do you want to come to our sect for worship?!"
"Unwilling!" The young man refused without hesitation.
Guo Dagang is very anxious. This is a young master. He can't see the depth of his strength. As long as he flicks over, he can definitely help him build a good place on the island of the Yun Dynasty.
"Little brother, don't rush to refuse. We are from the corpse-raising sect. We are good at digging tombs. Our sect has a lot of antiquities..."
"Which school?!" the young man asked suddenly, interrupting Guo Dagang.
"The corpse-raising school! What's the matter?!" Guo Dagang replied in a little surprised, slightly surprised in his heart, his school has been absent from the world for ten years, and he did not expect to have such a big reputation in the arena.
The young man barked his teeth and said: "Since I am a corpse-raiser, then I agree to cooperate with you!"
Guo Dagang is overjoyed. With this powerful young man sitting in town, he believes that the corpse-raising sect will soon gain a foothold on the island of the Yun Dynasty and get rid of the nightmare shadow of the Liu family.