MTL - Forty Millenniums of Cultivation-~ The enemy of Tekken (2) Selling

Is it that even the people of Chijin Town, such as the simple folk customs and the places where they believe in piety, have appeared evil deities?

This horrific speculation has caused many townspeople to worry and stay up all night.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, the news came from the boxing temple - someone reported it and seized an evil cult.

It was still awkward, and an evil, cowardly, dirty machine was seized on the spot.

This time, the split of the sky has a reasonable explanation.

The townspeople became more and more panicked and angry. Everyone gnashed their teeth, and the fists hammered their chests and screamed, screaming at the **** evil sects. Why should they introduce the power of the demon to bring this great glory to the town? Disgrace and scourge.

In order to calm the sentiments of the townspeople, the temple of the boxing was decided overnight, and the evil disciple was publicly tried in the morning.

The news spread, the dawn of the town, the people of the town, including the team of hunting and cultivation, and even the towns within a hundred miles, there are a large number of people flocking, the altar of the boxing temple in the center of Chijin Town is surrounded by water.

The voices are full of enthusiasm, and everyone is picking up their toes, waiting to see the evil sects get the ruling they deserve - at this point, the sky has just turned into a blue color.

The crack is still dead in the sky.

As if reminding people at all times, the anger of the boxing god.

As the day and night alternate, the skylight changes color and the color of the crack changes.

In the dark, it is a horrible white.

At dawn, as the morning glows and the sky is red, it turns pink like a baby's lips.

Now, the sky is getting bluer and the cracks are getting more and more transparent. If you don't look carefully, it's like a faint haze, or a scar that has already healed.

- But no matter how transparent and bleak, the cracks still exist, as if the scars could never be smoothed.

Gus looked at the crack in the sky and felt that there was such a scar on his heart.

His heart is about to split.

Things shouldn't have been like this, Gus said in his heart.

Since he last night reported the crimes of his classmates' possession of machinery, it was like being involved in the surging rapids, everything was changing and progressing, completely beyond his control.

Gus is a thin and awkward teenager. He is very delicate and is a little shorter than his peers. Even if he is two years older than him, he can easily defeat him.

His character is kind and kind. When he goes out to hunt, even if he encounters a herbivorous beast that is not dangerous and injured and falls to the ground, it is very difficult to kill the killer.

In the world of the gods of Wushu, the iron fist is called the king, such physique and character are naturally ridiculed and degraded, and the days in the school and the town are quite difficult.

Even so, Gus swears that he will not report the classmates for reasons such as "嫉妒" or "hate" - he is from the heart, wants to help his classmates get rid of the entanglement of the demon, return to the iron fist The way!

but why……

Gus saw that more and more people gathered in front of the boxing temple.

The masters and apprentices of the big boxing halls in the town, the students of the Tekken School, the hunters dressed in animal skins, **** stalkers, the high-pitched temples and the savage fighters of the wind, all of them are watching the boxing A trial court set up outside the temple.

Also looked at him.

Gus seemed to hear them sneer and point at him.

Gus was flustered, turned and bowed, trying to run away, but slammed into the black iron statue in front of the main hall.

This is a statue of awkward and majestic.

It depicts a muscle arrogance, such as the **** of the gods, the giant bear, the left hand holding a dying giant python, the right hand holding a scene of a male lion head.

Although it was only carved out of black rock, the violent, tyrannical, and overbearing forces still infiltrated from the depths of the rock, like the never-extinguished torch, burning for tens of thousands of years.

This is the statue of the world's dominion and asylum seeker.

It was tens of thousands of years ago that the boxing **** had not broken the void, and when he went to the gods, he walked on the earth in the name of "king champion", demonizing the demon and saving the lives of all beings.

Gus trembled and looked at the boxing god.

The statue of the boxing **** looked at him with no expression, as if he had shot two hard eyes from the black rock and stabbed his soul.

Gus's soul, screaming.

He believes in boxing.

He dared to swear that in the entire town of Chijin, no one would believe and serve the gods like him.

Although his talent is average, no, it is extremely talented, there is no trace of cultivation potential, and he has been in the iron fist school for more than ten years. He can’t graduate smoothly, join the big boxing halls, and even be one or two times by himself. The children aged three, three or seven, and seven or eight years old fell to the ground, even if he couldn't even punch the most vulnerable low-level boxing target - he didn't have the iron fist, he was half-successful, and he didn't even move. Dirty minds, to use the power of taboo machinery and steam.

But now, he is really confused. If you report the classmates, is it right or wrong?

The sun is getting more and more fierce, like a hot javelin with a handle, stabbing the earth and people.

The crowd screams and snarls, and it is the evil sect who has been introduced from the temple of the boxing.

"Pooh!"

"Shame!"

"Even if the strength is weaker, you should not use machinery. Is this still an individual?"

"The demon is out of the way, everyone can get it!"

Gus heard people yelling.

Even the most amiable grandmother, who is usually amiable, is trying to breathe a few tens of meters into the face of the evil Taoist.

Gus did not dare to look at it, and the classmate Qin Yi, who was being reported by himself, is now.

But close at hand, the strong **** smell like a fire smashed into his nostrils, and he had to watch.

"what!"

At a glance, Gus almost had a nightmare.

Handing Qin Yi to the boxing temple, but in the middle of the night, this poor evil Taoist has been tortured and dying, not adult.

He was tied to the "x"-shaped execution frame by his hands and feet. The skin was fleshy and bloody, and he couldn't find half of the good meat on his body. Half of his face was swollen like an explosion, and the other half of his face seemed to be The wolf dog or the talons have been torn apart, and the crumbling teeth and the pulp with pus are exposed to the outside, and they are exposed to the air.

Qin Yi originally looked down and was unconscious.

Seems to hear Gus's voice, Qin Yi slightly raised his head, exhausted his whole body strength, barely opened one eye, the pupil blocked by blood burst into a stern light, straight to the heart of Gus, as if in the latter's ear, In the eighteen layers of hell, the scream of the devil: "Why, I obviously saved you, why do you want to sell me?"