Chapter 1301    This sword is called protecting the short-term!

In the dense forest of formation, dim golden light lingers.

The sound of chanting scriptures echoes, but in the solemnity, it is also strange and strange.

Master Kongkong clasped his hands together, kept his eyes closed, walked straight forward, chanting scriptures in his mouth, but he felt like he was entering a state of no one.

Everything is ahead, and people come and separate them.

Whenever his feet fall on the golden light on the ground, lotus will grow under his feet and ripples will spread.

Zhao Polu, who was hiding in the dark, was trembling all over at this moment, his face turned pale and he was panting.

As the formation developer, he is connected to the "Eight Formations" so that he can be like an arm instructed. Now Master Kong is moving forward freely, and every step he takes to the golden light will cause huge impact and damage to him.

Even Zhao Polu himself never expected such a harm.

At this moment, he was slumped on the ground, and Zhao Polu was completely frightened.

Master Kongkong who was walking straight forward not far away and chanting Buddhist scriptures was like the god of death crawling out of the Nine Nether Hells, with great pressure, which made Zhao Polu despair and helpless.

My chest was already covered in blood.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Zhao Polu's body was trembling, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth, but his hands clenched their fists and gritted their teeth to prevent themselves from making a sound in pain.

"You can't let him in, you can't let him in..."

In the darkness, Zhao Polu's eyes were determined and firm, and his spirit was shining.

"Everyone's safety is in my hands. I'll die... I can't let this old bald donkey walk out of the Eight Formation Map!"

Zhao Polu gritted his teeth fiercely, and there was only an obsession left in his blank mind.

He slowly raised his hands, but at this moment he was hit by the backlash of the formation, making his simple hand-raising move extremely difficult.

It was like filling lead with both hands, as heavy as a pound, as slow as a snail, but never paused.

"Donor, is he willing to spare his life?"

"Even ants live in secret, let alone people?"

Not far away, Master Kongkong's calm inquiry sounded.

Zhao Polu slowly pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled contemptuously.

The blood in his mouth vented again with this smile.

In my blank mind, scenes of childhood emerged, black and white, miserable, like a dead dog.

He squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Dogs... also have dog obsession!"

Bang!

Zhao Polu's hands suddenly closed together.

"Master...help me!"

However.

"The flocks shake the tree, the rice grains compete with the bright moon, Amitabha!"

Buzz!

Master Kongkong fell on a golden light again.

In an instant.

Lotus grows under your feet, and golden light spreads.

But unlike before, this time, the golden light seemed to have a spirit. As Master Kongkong's monk robe was inspiration, the energy scattered everywhere, and it swept upwards and surrounded Master Kongkong.

Master Kongkong, who was already solemn in his treasure and was powerful without anger, surged again when he was shrouded in golden light, as if the mighty Buddha had arrived in the world.

"puff!"

In the secret, Zhao Polu, who had just put his hands together, suddenly shook and fell to the ground.

pain!

The internal organs, the skin and flesh were filled with great pain from acupuncture and fire.

This sharp and thrust pain made Zhao Polu fall into a trance instantly, his chest fluctuated violently, and a sound like a bellows pulled from his mouth and nose.

"Are you really going to die tonight?"

In a daze, a thought emerged in Zhao Polu's mind.

But as soon as the thought appeared, it was suppressed by his remaining reason.

He slowly raised his head, his face pale and bloody, and his decisive eyes seemed to be able to look up at the starry sky through the layers of leaves.

"ah!"

Zhao Polu used all his strength and let out a scream of slashing into the sky.

Can't stop it!

Then remind Brother Dong and the others to run!

As long as they are safe and sound, this life... is worth it!

When the sound soared into the sky, a happy smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Polu's blood-stained mouth.

"I, Zhao Polu... How much is this cheap life worth?"

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Polu's consciousness dissipated and he fell heavily into a pool of blood on the ground, fainting.

"Um?

!”

Master Kongkong, who was walking straight out, finally stopped his steps and his eyes slowly opened. What was strange was that the two dark pupils were now faintly filled with two golden halos.

But this strange scene passed in the blink of an eye.

Hesitate for a second.

Master Kongkong finally put down his hands, turned his direction, and walked straight towards where Zhao Polu was.

"Amitabha, Master is a ruthless man, and his disciple is also ruthless. Unfortunately, I am an honest man, facing a ruthless man, can only suffer grievances..."

In the study room.

Chen Dong and Mr. Long finally finished handling the matter.

After rubbing his swollen nose, Chen Dong looked at Gu Qingying, who was already sleeping with a blanket wrapped in the chair, and smiled gently.

"Young Master..."

Old Long spoke out.

Chen Dong hurriedly made a move to silence, looked at Gu Qingying with doting, and whispered: "Don't disturb my wife, Xiaoying stewed the soup, Mr. Long, you drink it, follow me to work so many things to replenish your body."

"The young lady has prepared all for us."

Mr. Long said.

"I have no appetite, go smoke a cigarette."

Chen Dong got up and stretched, walked to the study window. After pushing open the window, the cool breeze blew on his face and his fatigue was greatly relieved.

Immediately, he lay on the windowsill, poked his upper body out of the window, then took out the cigarette, lit it and took a sip.

Gu Qingying doesn’t like the smell of smoke. Only in this way can we get rid of the smell of smoke as much as possible.

Looking at the night lights outside, Chen Dong held a cigarette in his mouth and chuckled: "It's so quiet late at night."

Just finished speaking.

"ah!"

A sound of swelling into the sky suddenly exploded into the quiet sky.

Chen Dong's expression changed drastically, and he instantly identified Zhao Polu's voice: "Zhao Polu, back garden?"

Something happened!

Chen Dong made a decision in an instant.

"Old Long, protect Xiaoying!"

In the flash of lightning, Chen Dong simply threw a word and jumped out of the window.

"Young Master!"

Old Long was pouring soup when he suddenly heard Zhao Polu's screams, and Chen Dong's harsh roar sounded almost at the back of his feet.

When he turned around, he saw Chen Dong jumping out of the room and falling downwards. This scene scared Old Long's face changed drastically.

Gu Qingying, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up.

"husband!"
To be continued...