Chapter 682 (2/2)

This kind of anger will alienate these people from the three religions.

Just like ants digging the levee, they broke down the defense of the three religions bit by bit, until the three religions collapsed completely.

In recent years, the three religions have been struggling to cope with this kind of turmoil.

* and that man who trained the mythological martial arts named ”insect shaped life” was also caught up by three religions, asking questions from his mouth, and then learning from his mouth how his mythological martial arts came.

Zhu Ping stood on the top of the mountain, and then heard a melodious flute.

The surrounding landscape is like ink and wash, and the whole person is like standing on the water pool. Every movement will cause the water surface turbulence under your feet.

”Should I call you fantasy travel or should I call you fantasy monk?” Sanjue scholar is dressed in a Confucian shirt and a green flute like jade in his hand. He seems to be a fairyland coming out of the ink painting.

The only thing that makes people sigh is that his right face completely shriveled down, like a mummy.

Sure enough, although the three religions lost a lot of strength because of being attacked by the federal government, there are still three Jin nails in the rotten ship. The fast sinking ship of the three religions should not be underestimated. Now, Zhu Ping's identity has been checked.

”Whatever you want.” Zhu Ping is still the first time to meet the three unique scholars, but the two are not strange.

”It seems that you didn't have a good time in foreign demons? Otherwise, why do you come back? Do you want to think about it? You can join the three religions and use any identity? ” Sanjue scholar did not unexpectedly put forward the solicitation.

The power of the three religions is particularly turbulent now, and it is also the time when people are needed.

”The three religions are a broken ship. I don't want to sink into the sea with it. If you invite me, you might as well consider your own problems earlier.”Zhu Ping himself understood that although he had read a lot of mythological martial arts, his internal power and physical quality could not be improved due to the limitation of the main God. He was only defeated if he had to fight with the martial god who had cultivated the mythological martial arts to the top.

But is Sanjue scholar still a martial god, or is his state still normal?

At the beginning, Sanjue scholar faced the coming of the gods and demons, and resisted the pressure of the gods and demons with his own strength. If Zhu Pingmo had not written Shiyuan Jiusheng, he would have died there.

At that time, Sanjue scholar was absolutely hurt so much that he fell into the hands of the federal government. Otherwise, if he was still active, he would try to take him away with the secret revealed by Zhu Ping at that time. His right face is one of the evidences.

Of course, Zhu Ping can't make such an accurate judgment just by guessing. He also has his sources of information.

”What a pity.” Sanjue scholar didn't deny that he had hurt himself. Since the last incident, his body would tremble inexplicably every once in a while, and anyone who appeared around him would be tested by the despair brought by him. Those who were not mentally enough would collapse and lead to death.

Therefore, for a long time, Sanjue scholars could only stay in a deserted place, quietly suppressing the occurrence of strange things on themselves.

Although Sanjue scholars can suppress some of their own changes, their strength is far less than before. They are not mythical warriors. In fact, the cultivation of a new cultivator of Zhongding ware has already begun.

This time, the three Jue scholars came out in order to give full play to the waste heat, and put the unstable factor Zhu Ping out.

On the one hand, it's because the three unique scholars are really dying out. On the other hand, the three religions are really short of people.

”Are you a heterodox or an uneasy one, so please die!” Sanjue scholar shook his head and waved his flute. The melodious voice sounded. All the ink and wash around him rolled backward and pressed down toward Zhu Ping.

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