The true energy was gathered, the inscription was unsealed, and when Leng Qianhan took action again, it was already the top form of the Blue Sea Tide Skill. The secret was just a drop in the ocean. The cold blade's true essence was condensed and attacked with the blessing of ice attribute all the way towards Zhou Jin. And Zhou Jin, who has long been awakened, is also the Emperor Ba Qianqiu's supreme style. Secret. The first heroic journey with the highest level of fighting spirit. The two meet, but the outcome is beyond both of their expectations.
Got it? Is this situation actually evenly matched? After dissolving a little ice energy in his body, Zhou Jin had to look at Leng Qianhan in front of him again. The man opposite him was much stronger than he expected.
And Leng Qianhan never expected that his opponent could block such a powerful move. It seemed that it was really hard to get out of the limelight today. Feeling the undiminished fighting spirit on the other side, Leng Qianhan no longer hesitated. Since he had even taken out the attribute inscriptions, he would be embarrassed to face the brothers who gave up the opportunity to him if he didn't capture him.
Now that he has awakened, Leng Qianhan no longer has any scruples in taking action. Every move is strong, every move is strong, and every move is imbued with the power of attributes, making Zhou Jin, who is receiving the moves from the opposite side, secretly complain. They passed each other again, and Zhou Jin made the appropriate choice to distance themselves.
There is no way, senior brother, you are the one who forced me to do it. Besides, if you really want to take over these 141 positions, we newcomers will be embarrassed to raise our heads when we go out in the future. "Now that we have reached this level, senior brother is indeed qualified to win the position of centurion with his strength. However, junior brother has another trick here. If senior brother can take it, junior brother will have no choice but to be defeated."
Leng Qianhan was shocked when he heard this, and then said: "Come on." Looking at Leng Qianhan who had realized something, Zhou Jin nodded. The Emperor Ba Qianqiu in his hand was inserted aside, and the vitality of heaven and earth was lingering around him. An inexplicable pressure suddenly ravaged the entire place. Suddenly, a phantom appeared between heaven and earth.
"Pluto kowtows!" As Zhou Jin shouted, the shadow of Pluto, carrying the power of heaven and earth, knelt down and faced Leng Qianhan in front of him. The Emperor's Move, which he had never been exposed to before, caused Leng Qianhan's condensed True Yuan to immediately fall apart. The True Yuan Secret Style blessed by the ice attribute was nothing more than paper in front of the Emperor's Move.
If Zhou Jin hadn't sensed something was wrong at the last moment and withdrew a few percent of his strength, whether Leng Qianhan could have climbed up again was a question. Even so, Leng Qianhan finally struggled for a few times and then passed out. Feng Enemy, who was skimming the formation, immediately stepped forward to check Leng Qianhan's injuries, and then had people carry him down for treatment.
It was obvious that he had picked up the sesame seeds and lost the watermelon. Feng Enemy was also very happy at this moment. If he had known that Zhou Jin was so strong in front of him, he would never have traded the thunder horned dragon.
The Art of Pluto, that is the only royal book. The person with the completely different mood from the enemy is Yiye Chan on the side. At this time, there is already a smile on the corner of Yiye Chan's mouth that cannot be concealed. It won't take long for him to have one of the top three organizations in Lost Fang again.
"Um, um, senior brother's injury won't be a problem, right?" Looking at Leng Qianhan who was being carried down, Zhou Jin weakly asked Feng Di. After calming down his ups and downs of thoughts, Feng Di said to Zhou Jin: "It's nothing serious. I'll just lie down for ten days and a half to recuperate at most. Don't worry about the next challenge." After saying that, he stood up and left.
Zhou Jin was relieved after hearing this. He had never expected that the emperor's move activated by the true energy would be so powerful. Thinking back to Leng Qianhan's miserable appearance, Zhou Jin still felt a sense of fear in his heart.
Zhou Jin then adjusted her mind to face the next challenge. However, who would be so blind to challenge him, Zhou Jin? Not to mention Zhou Jin's own strength, just because he could win the already guaranteed spot in front of everyone, everyone would be so happy that they couldn't help themselves. In their eyes, Zhou Jin was the hero who helped them feel proud. So until the battle came to an end, no one picked him up again, and he was actually the only one who broke the circle.
Looking at the end of the battle, Feng Enemy slowly spoke: "Next, you need to choose your own men. You can choose from tens of thousands of troops on the field, or you can wait for the superiors to allocate them to you. Then someone will lead you. You will go to the camp you are assigned to."
Zhou Jin still chose everyone on the field out of his own considerations. Twelve Tianfeng had been with him for three years, so it was somewhat unjustifiable to choose Twelve Tianfeng instead of others.
With one hundred and ten people behind him, Zhou Jin followed the monk in front of him to the camp assigned by himself and others. As soon as they passed by, everyone who came along the way was instantly stunned by thunder. Although they had already known that the monk was leading the way, they felt something was wrong, but what kind of trouble are the bald people in this place now?
"Master, did we go to the wrong place?" The Qingdeng monk who heard this looked at the worried people and smiled: "We must have gone to the wrong place. The Qingfeng Guards are mostly Buddhist disciples. This time we will make up for the losses in the battle." I’m not in a hurry, so I choose among you newcomers.”
What do you mean? Will people like me follow the fasting and chanting Buddha's name in the future? "Master, there are many disciples in Buddhism, right?" "There are many Buddhist disciples, but do you think there will be many Buddhist disciples who can break the precept of killing?" Zhou Jin was also stunned when he heard this. Yes, the precept of killing is in Buddhism. One of the seven great precepts, but you? Then Zhou Jin looked at the monk in front of him.
The monk who was walking forward was silent for a while, and then he moved forward unswervingly. He asked himself many times, whether he and others had already achieved enlightenment, right? "Is it forbidden to kill? If a villain with a knife wants to kill a group of innocent people, a Buddhist will choose to persuade him to put down the butcher's knife. If he has to kill the villain to save these innocent people, what do you think a Buddha should do? What choice do you have?"
Zhou Jin was stunned when he heard this, "I will choose to kill him. After all, punishing evil and eradicating evil is the duty of a righteous person. However, my Buddha's mercy should not mean that all living beings are equal?" "You are very wise, yes, There is not much difference between evil people and innocent people in front of the Buddha, because the Buddha can save them and even save them, but that does not mean that the Buddha can save them. Do you understand the meaning of this?" Zhou Jin felt in his heart after hearing this. Very shocked, is this a Buddhist disciple? But why does Emperor Tathagata, who is also a disciple of Buddhism, instantly become a scumbag when compared with others?
Other Zhou Jin might not understand it very well, but Zhou Jin understood what kind of sentiments the group of monks in front of him had come with resolutely to set foot on the battlefield. They were a group of respectable people. Zhou Jin was speechless for the rest of the journey. To him, these monks were admirable people. Compared with those superficial Buddhist disciples, they understood the meaning of the words "My Buddha's Compassion" better. Do they have their own way of thinking about killing to protect lives? Zhou Jin suddenly felt uncomfortable as he walked. He was not a monk, so what kind of care was he taking? This was definitely the rhythm of falling into a trap.
