Chapter 927 Dharmakaya

Chapter 927 Dharmakaya

Luo Manping suddenly frowned.

During this trip, I met seven people.

Some people he thought he would never see again in his lifetime.

Some people even think that they are unquestionable enemies.

There were also some, and he was surprised that he unexpectedly didn't do anything.

By the time he returned quietly, it was getting late.

The high-hanging sun shows twilight, and its light shines down.

The dusk divides like a clear line that separates the sky and the earth.

Then when looking into the distance, I realized that the sky and the earth were not distinct, nor were the light and darkness clear, let alone the faint light and shadow at the dawn of yin and yang.

Not bright, not dark.

Just right.

Who is the enemy and who is the friend.

Luo Manping actually wasn't too sure.

In the past, he thought that the leader was right, and even if he had doubts in his heart, he was suppressed. Until now, he was gradually confused. Perhaps, welcoming the leader back was not a wise choice.

In fact, many of the problems in the past were largely covered up by the strength and talent of the leader.

Now that the leader's cultivation had not recovered and he was relying on Luo Manping, he felt that what the leader did was not right.

The powerful Taoist guild will cover up all problems. Without this strongest protection, doubts will come one after another. Even Luo Manping, without exception, begins to doubt whether what he is doing is right.

Could it be that the death of the leader was just because Zuo Tianwang coveted the position of the leader? Why was Zuo Tianwang able to unite with outsiders and control the Dharma King and clan elders in the sect? After the death of the leader, everything was calm within the sect, as if everyone had grown up. He breathed a sigh of relief. This had something to do with the leader's personal style of conduct.

Of course, Luo Manping, who saved the leader from trouble, also had his own calculations and plans.

Not only is he loyal, but he also wants to obtain greater benefits from this game. However, if you want to profit, you must not only be strong, but also have a sufficient identity.

As the benefactor and confidant of the leader, the pillar of support in the most critical moment is obviously stronger than being an ordinary Dharma King who is close to Zuo Tianwang.

In the relationship between people, there are left, middle and right.

Even the great monk is no exception.

…

Luo Manping, who returned to the Holy See, heard the report from his subordinates that someone had asked to see him and had been waiting for a while.

"Invite him in."

Luo Manping looked sideways.

The person who came was Mr. Shu from the Beidi camp. He was one of the five masters under King Luo Tianpeng and the most famous think tank. He led the intelligence agency for Luo Tianpeng to make the most accurate judgments.

At this time, this man was waiting aside with a smile and saluting respectfully.

Mr. Shu is physically and mentally short, much shorter than ordinary people, let alone the tall Luo Manping.

Luo Manping asked: "Mr. Shu, what do you have to say?"

Mr. Shu said: "I'm here to send you a post. Three days later, my master will host a banquet in Beiyuan and invite His Holiness to come and talk about it."

He said handing over the invitation.

The invitation arrived in Luo Manping's hands.

He looked at the invitation and said calmly: "No need, the leader is young and has little knowledge, so he can't live without people around him."

"My lord is very sincere."

"Tell me, I must meet the Dharma King."

Mr. Shu was not in a hurry, and was very calm after hearing Luo Manping's rejection, but judging from his posture, it seemed that he would not leave as long as Luo Manping did not agree.

Luo Manping glanced at Mr. Shu and refused coldly: "I have nothing to see and talk to him about. If you want to take action, just come over."

"Go back and tell Luo Tianpeng that I, Luo Manping, am not a faggot, let alone a treacherous person."

Mr. Shu's face tightened and he said in a deep voice: "Please think again, Dharma King, this is just..."

"Don't force me to do it."

"I've heard that the King of Heaven has five masters under his command, so I guess the strength of fellow Taoist disciples is not weak."

Luo Manping took a card casually, and the black flame exploded, turning the invitation in his hand into fly ash. The Tao of the body, which is unique to the power, is like a giant hand of infinite stretching of heaven and earth, tightly holding the entire space in his hand.

Mr. Shu said goodbye without saying anything more: "His Holiness may regret today's decision."

Until Mo Chenshu's figure disappeared at the door of the hall.

Luo Manping whispered softly: "Repent?"

Thinking of what the leader had done, he frowned again unconsciously.

However, when he remembered the soul-revering flag held by the leader in his hand, Luo Manping suddenly opened his eyes, and light shone in his holy eyes. It was really a treasure that was hard to find in the world.

Even if he can't become the successor of the leader or control the great sect, as long as he can master the treasure, his hard work will not be in vain.

If you want to achieve great things, you can't just be a faggot, let alone lose your life.

If there was no Soul Flag, he might be shaken and question Luo Tianfeng's decisions and plans. Now he didn't need to think about anything more, it was enough to pay attention to the Soul Flag.

He could ask for nothing in this fight.

Mr. Shu walked quickly, and he had already expected such a result.

But he was not afraid of Luo Manping, because Luo Manping still looked like a normal monk.

What he was afraid of was Gusu Cuiguang.

The man would never threaten or say anything before killing someone. He would kill someone if he took action. Therefore, the King of Heaven did not send any of his men, but went to see Gusu Cuiguang in person.

They didn't know exactly what was discussed and what the final outcome would be.

All I knew was that Gusu Cuiguang had indeed stood still.

Mr. Shu left in a panic, but his face was not gloomy, but very happy.

There are hard bones and soft bones in the university, some who only look at the present, and some who plan for the long term.

Having such a head-turning person can help them focus on their goals, and also attract those restless elements to gather under Luo Manping's command, so that they can be caught in one fell swoop.

…

Luo Tianfeng did not wait for Luo Manping to return to Nirvana Palace, but instead waited for a strange monk in the Void Refining Realm.

The blood-soaked body stood up, and his bright eyes fell on the saint, thinking deeply about whose person this was, whether it was Luo Tianpeng, the stubborn forces in the great religion, or the old king in the south.

If he dies, who will benefit the most?

It was Luo Tianpeng who finally ascended to the position of leader after a fierce fight within the sect but was still faced with internal and external troubles. Or was it the stubborn force of the great sect that drove Luo Tianpeng away and established a new leader? Perhaps the new leader was born at the right time and was talented and wise. , powerful.

Or, sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight in the south.

Luo Tianfeng was not surprised to lock the old king.

The man was old and dying, but he was still not dead.

Not dead means that ambition is still alive.

Compared to Luo Tianpeng, the old king is more eager to become the leader and change his own situation, because he is about to die and urgently needs the treasures of heaven and earth to prolong his life. If possible, it is best to break through the current realm and continue the path to immortality.

Luo Tianfeng said calmly: "The Heavenly King must have sent you here."

The third eye on the horn turned slightly.

The strange saint sneered: "A young man is so confused that he doesn't even know who his enemy is? I'm not afraid to tell you bluntly. I am here to send the leader on his way under the orders of King Zuotian."

As he spoke, holy power blossomed.

It's like the earth is cracking and the sky is collapsing, and the mountains and rivers are driving them down.

There was also a divine light in his hand.

He got detailed information. Although the young leader was of the leader's bloodline and could inspire the undefeated Shura Taoist body, the refining of flesh and blood could only push it to the second level of peak.

Even if he has the Holy Pressure, he is still a fake saint who can't be fake any more, and is not something to be afraid of at all.

The thought of being able to kill the leader of the Great Cult with my own hands.

After crushing this talent that had not yet grown up, the strange saint felt his blood boiling and supreme joy flashing through his heart.

"The light of day is extinguished."

A dazzling divine light burst out from the palm of his hand.

A thunderbolt gradually took shape.

At the moment it appeared, the entire palace was shocked by the lightning that was like a meteor.

It is like an ancient war spear, traveling through the long river of time to penetrate the future of the young leader.

However, there was no trace of fear on the little leader's face when faced with such a terrifying sight.

He still stood calmly on the bloody lake, and just said lightly: "If my mysterious power hadn't been at the top and my divine body couldn't move rashly, I could have cut off your head with one strike."

The strange saint stood condescendingly on the cliff of the Divine Bridge, with a sneer on his lips.

Everyone can tell big words.

But these are probably the little leader's last words.

"Die!"

As long as he kills himself, the mission will be completed.

The divine light falls.

A vast expanse of white.

It seems like everything is about to collapse.

There was no change in the handsome face under the light, and he could only be heard saying calmly: "Kill him."

The strange saint looked stunned, and his spiritual consciousness suddenly exploded and he scanned the world.

What he was waiting for was the moment Luo Manping left.

In the intelligence, except for Luo Manping, all the monks guarding the young leader were not worth mentioning. How could he be so calm at this time?

However, after his spiritual consciousness exploded and his vision was completely cleared, the heart that the strange saint had just mentioned dropped. It turned out that he was worrying too much.

boom!

The divine light of destruction suddenly collapsed.

Even the space has cracks.

The strange saint had already decided to turn around and leave, so he narrowed his eyes.

He didn't feel the life drain away.

After the light swept away like sea waves and smoke, a tall figure appeared in front of the little leader. He raised his palm with one hand and received his magical power.

Take a closer look.

All that was left of that arm was black bones.

The bones are like black jade, more like Jiuyou's sacred iron, which has been tempered and forged for thousands of years before it was shaped into such a weapon-like body.

The unfamiliar monk who refining the void said in a deep voice: "A strange saint?!"

Shen Mu stared intently at the tall figure that appeared.

Although he was dignified, he showed no fear. He was also a virtual saint in the lower three realms, and the opponent used a powerful resistance spell to cripple an arm. His combat power dropped by at least 30% in the first battle. His chance of winning was still very high, and the strange saint He also had to protect the little leader who couldn't use the Xuan Gong, and he couldn't let go of his hands and feet.

Just as he was thinking about how to take action, something horrifying happened before his eyes.

As if going back in time, the bone-bone arm was covered with blood and flesh, and returned to its original shape in an instant.

Seeing this shock, the strange saint used Escape Light without saying a word or looking back.

Luo Tianfeng shouted: "Keep him!"

The red-haired main soul suddenly waved his arms, and two rays of blood suddenly blocked the direction of the strange saint.

Under the gaze of the strange saint, the two bloody lights gradually turned into two figures.

Seven feet tall, with red hair on top.

There is no difference from the saint who took action.

Three flower dharma body.

It is also called by Tu Shanjun that one qi transforms the three qing dynasties.

He still likes the latter title, this Taoist title with full charm.

I wish everyone a happy May Day holiday.

Second update, late.

Not that late.