Please Kill the Demon Chapter 252

  Chapter 252 On the Holy Mountain【Ask for a monthly pass! 】

   "Really!"

  Chu Liang overturned the game, looking at everyone with green surprise in his eyes. The meaning in the eyes is probably that the novice luck is real!

   All in one color, floating beard, blooming on the bar.

   They swept away a lot of chips in front of the other three people in an instant. The key point is that this is the third round of cards... They didn't even arrange their own cards.

   And this is already the fourth round of Chuliang Lianhu, and they only played four rounds in total.

   Is this novice luck?

   You liar!

   It was the first time we came out of the womb to play mahjong and never encountered such a thing. This guy is simply pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

  The other three Shushan disciples have also been immersed in the poker table for many years, so naturally they will no longer believe Chu Liang's nonsense, they immediately looked at each other, and silently reached a consensus.

  Because the first round of the mahjong competition is one of four choices, after sixteen rounds, only one person on their table can advance. Now that four rounds have passed, Chu Liang won alone, so he naturally became the target of everyone's preparations.

   No matter who among the other three wants to advance, he must let him spit out the winning chips!

   One family fights three, see how you can win!

Snapped.

   "Is this called Qinglong Seven Pairs?"

  Chu Liang only played two rounds of cards, then overturned the cards again, and looked at everyone with a bewildered face. The cards pushed down by him were shockingly large.

   "Huh?" The three of them couldn't close their mouths in shock.

  If it weren't for the scene of the Shushan Mahjong Contest, they would definitely suspect that this person is using supernatural powers to cheat.

  But the venue in Shushan has already shielded everything with weapons and formations, ensuring that any means of cheating with true energy cannot be hidden. The person in front of him, if not luck, can only rely on strength.

  But does this miraculous card skill really exist?

  They are also practitioners, and their spirit and mind are not weak, but it is precisely because of this that they know that it is almost impossible to achieve this level without relying on supernatural powers.

  Even if the three of them are determined to keep an eye on one family, they still have a chance to show their strengths! Now all the cards are like the people he arranged, how can this be played?

   Just after Chu Liang played his tenth consecutive winning hand, a disciple at the opposite table finally couldn't help standing up!

  He looked straight at Chu Liang, paused, and said, "Senior Brother Chu, I don't want to play cards with you anymore, so take me as your apprentice! I want to learn how to play cards from you!"

  Chu Liang quickly waved his hands and smiled, "I'm just lucky."

   "How could it be possible to do this by luck alone!" the disciple said loudly.

   "Why not, look at her..." Chu Liang raised his hand and pointed to the next table.

  It turned out that he had time to pay attention to the situation next door after playing cards. Sitting there was a white and ignorant girl who was putting down the cards she had just drawn with a little anxiety.

   "Let's see if this is... playing cards again?" the girl asked nervously.

  Because she saw the expressions of the three people opposite, they were obviously getting more and more fierce.

Fear.

  Especially after she draws another round of Tianhu.

   This girl is naturally Liu Xiaoyu, a contestant sent by Yinjianfeng. She looked at the gloomy expressions of the three at the same table, and asked cautiously: "Did I do something wrong?"

   "No." A male student on the opposite side squeezed out a cry-like smile, "You did a good job."

  Chu Liang looked at the stacks of chips in front of Xiaoyu that were higher than her head, and nodded in relief. He is indeed a player of my Silver Sword Peak!

   And the people at his table also felt chills when they saw it. What kind of birthplace of the God of Gamblers is Silver Sword Peak, and are all the people who come out so scary?

  As soon as the thought appeared in my heart, I heard a shout from not far away: "Can you play cards!"

  Master?

  Chu Liang was startled, and looked away in a blink of an eye.

I saw the emperor's daughter Feng standing up, pointing at a young disciple who was silent in front of her and yelling: "The next family obviously wants a package and you still hit it. Do you have a private deal with him? Hey? Where's the elder? My table There is a shady scene, I don't accept being eliminated like this! Wow—”

Seeing that the emperor's daughter Feng was about to run away, Chu Liang hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, and repeatedly persuaded: "Master! Calm down! And me and Xiaoyu, we Yinjianfeng will definitely win! Don't be angry! Don't be angry!" angry!"

  The emperor's daughter Feng went into a rage, and everyone turned on their backs.

  The scene was once very chaotic.

  Northern Sacred Mountain.

  In the extreme north to the north of the Northern Territory, there are continuous groups of snow-capped mountains, the tallest of which towers into the clouds, like a sharp sword piercing the cold sky.

   There is a legend in the Northern Territory. It is said that the most noble venerable of Buddhism in the world lives on this holy mountain.

   Every year, countless young pilgrims head north to climb this mountain. They all want to find the legendary venerable as a teacher.

  It is said that if you have good aptitude, you will be able to see the seat of the venerable and become a disciple of the venerable. If the aptitude is not enough, you can only see the cold and empty snow mountain and get nothing.

  The reason why so many people are keen to go to the holy mountain to learn from teachers is not only because of faith, but also because of the deeds of this venerable.

  Almost everyone in the world of cultivating immortals knows that the one on the holy mountain is called "The Venerable Wanfa", and he is one of the strongest human races with the longest lifespan in the world. In the past years, he has taught many famous disciples.

  Five hundred years ago, a disciple who inherited his Dharma walked down this holy mountain and went to the most prosperous city of Yu in the world. A temple named Chonglou Temple was built outside Yudu City.

   That's right, it is Zhen Guo Chonglou Temple, one of the ten sects.

  Two hundred years ago, another disciple who inherited his saber technique walked down the holy mountain and established his own sect by the North Sea.

   Later, the situation in the world was turbulent, and this sect also entered the nine heavens and ten places, named Yedaomen.

  Rampaging Beihai night with a knife!

  The master of Yedaomen is now called Beiyu Tiandao, Megatron Tianbei, and the limelight is unparalleled. And many years ago, he was also one of the young people who went to this holy mountain to study as a teacher.

  How can future generations not scramble to follow suit?

  However, ignoring these well-known names in the world, this is just an ordinary snow mountain.

  There is a quaint pure white temple on the snow-capped mountain, hidden in the mist and clouds, it is hard to be seen by ordinary people.

  In a side hall of the temple, there is a lot of aura at the moment.

A young girl doll is sitting in the hall, her eyes are closed tightly, her expression is painful, there are dozens of chains around her body, and the ground is covered with complicated formation patterns with cinnabar .

  The magic circle was always flashing red, and every time it flashed, the surrounding chains were shaken, and a black air was drawn from the little girl's body.

  Outside the side hall, the whale-riding fairy wearing a bamboo hat was watching the scene nervously, with a look of worry in his eyes, "It's been seven to forty-nine days, can it succeed?"

  Before, he brought the little girl who walked out of the Immortal Lake to the Holy Mountain of the Northern Territory, looking for a way to relieve the calamity on her body. Although I did find a way, but at the end of this moment, it is inevitable that I am a little nervous.

   "So far everything seems to be going well."

  Beside him, stood a middle-aged monk who was slightly bald. He was a little short and fat. He was wearing a thick cotton monk robe, and his face was somewhat honest.

Facing the question from the Whale Riding Immortal, he replied in a gentle voice: "His Majesty has already expelled the accumulated dead energy for her, but the existence of '魃' is originally born from yin to yang, and from death, as long as she Living will gradually accumulate death energy. Actions will trigger the evil spirits of heaven and earth, bringing various disasters, and triggering these disasters can also accumulate blood energy for her promotion, and she will not resist it. So what the venerable means is , even if she succeeds this time, she will not leave the holy mountain."

   "Do you want to stay here?" The Whale Riding Immortal pondered for a while.

  At this moment, a little girl's cry of pain suddenly came from the hall: "Ah—"

   She frowned, as if she was about to open her eyes, and the iron chains around her seemed to tightly suppress her soul, preventing her from waking up. Every struggle will be accompanied by a sharp shock of the iron chain, and then it will bounce back to her more heavily.

  Boom—

  The light of the magic circle also stopped flickering, and began to light up continuously, and the fiery red lights everywhere seemed like a sea of ​​fire! And the girl who was being scorched in the sea of ​​fire opened her mouth to scream and spit out a huge cloud of black air!

   Bang.

  The black energy almost broke through the dome of the side hall, but was finally refined by countless red lights.

  The little girl who exhaled black air, the iron chains around her body seemed to have lost their spirituality, and fell to the ground one after another, her body also softened, and she lay down backwards.

  The Whale Riding Immortal rushed into the side hall, helped the little girl up, and asked, "How is it?"

   "Ah..." The little girl's mouth moved.

  The Whale Riding Immortal asked with concern one after another: "What do you want to say?"

  Seeing the little girl slowly opened her eyes, she spat out two words with great difficulty: "Guo...zi..."

  The Whale Riding Immortal was silent for a moment.

Okay.

   It's this time and I'm still thinking about eating.

  (end of this chapter)

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