All kidding aside, Rocks really asked me to be the captain!

Chapter 389 Hong Wen's Purple Heart

"That's it~"

Luo Hou suddenly understood, just like what he had read in the ancient novels, that after several saints became saints, the primordial purple energy between heaven and earth had been completely exhausted.

Therefore, the highest realm that later cultivators could reach was only the quasi-saint stage.

Of course, there is only one word difference between the two.

But the gap between a quasi-saint and a saint is as huge as an ant seeing the sky.

"This is roughly the basic situation of the Tianxuan Continent, so...can my technique be used..."

Zi Xin hesitated, as if wondering if she had violated the precept of greed again.

"No problem, everyone knows that I am a man of my word~" Luohu said immediately as he looked at Zi Xin, who was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

Luohu actually doesn't care much about the martial arts and other things he has.

After all, these things are free, so nothing will be wasted even if they are copied.

After he stretched out his finger and gently touched Zi Xin's fair forehead for a few seconds, the top Buddhist skills were directly transmitted to Zi Xin's mind.

This is a small ability unique to every monk.

The soul of each cultivator is as convenient and fast as the wireless signal between computers.

It can not only be used for deep communication, but also for the emperor to obtain things like martial arts techniques or other secret information.

Just during the time when the two of them were connecting with each other's souls.

On the other side, Chonglou was completely bloodthirsty.

The entire Tokyo is a large city with more than 3000 million mortals and monks living in it...

Complete destruction in Chonglou's hands!

As far as the eye can see, there are broken buildings and deep bloodstains, which looks infinitely desolate.

That huge statue of Buddha hanging high in the sky.

At this moment, I completely lost the sense of brightness and light from the Buddha’s light…

Instead, it is filled with an extremely evil aura.

"Hahahahahahaha! My Blood Sword and Soul Banner are ready!"

Flying high in the sky, Chonglou looked at his masterpiece and laughed out loud. An extremely casual temperament that was not bound by any rules was clearly revealed in his flying long hair.

"A top-grade acquired magic weapon... has actually become... What a devil..."

Zi Xin was originally immersed in the joy of obtaining the supreme Buddhist skills.

At this moment his face suddenly changed, and he quickly put his hands together and chanted the Buddhist Great Compassion Mantra to pray for the souls of the dead to be reborn.

"Namo Dataya, Namo Aryajanana, Sagala Belejanana, Yuhara Jaya Datagadaya, Allahati Sanya Sambudaya, Namo Sarva Datagatibei, Allahati Sanya Sambudhei, Namo Arya Awarugdi, Suwarayabudisabhawaya, Mahasabhawaya Mahagaru, Nijaya..."

Luohou was speechless as he looked at the little nun who was chattering in front of him.

What's the point of praying for the souls of dead people?

Besides, what is there to pray for the salvation of these Japanese devils?

"Don't recite it yet. You can still have time to pray for his soul after he has finished killing him."

Luo Hou's words fell.

The sound of chanting still filled the air.

I saw Chonglou casting an irritated look at Zixin.

Luohou quickly reached out and grabbed the little nun Zi Xin's mouth and forced her to shut her mouth.

“Wu….Wuwuwu, ah~”

Zi Xin, whose mouth was pinched, struggled quickly.

After breaking free, Zi Xin held the jade bottle and looked at the rude young man in front of her with an angry face.

But for some reason, this was the first time I felt this compulsive action.

She was actually a little dazed.

Ever since he was born and started practicing Buddhism, others have always shown him the highest courtesy.

No one has ever been so rude as this man in front of her to grab her mouth and stop her from chanting....

The more Zi Xin thought about it, the more he began to feel an inexplicable emotion.

Luo Hou, who was standing next to him, looked at Zi Xin, who had already turned red and warm, with a confused look on his face.

I just asked her to shut up?

What kind of inappropriate scene for children has this little nun imagined?

It's actually red and warm?

..........