Chapter 136 Is It Love or Responsibility?

"Do you still have the face to beg me for mercy?" An Bulang said coldly, "If it wasn't for my strength, I would be the one who would end up miserable..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. While covering her eyes tightly, her delicate body curled up on the ground like a shrimp, like a poor girl after being bullied and tortured.

An Bulang was completely indifferent to this.

Lukui's eyes should also be made of a kind of supernatural power, which is resistant to heat.

After burning her eyes, and then burning her whole body, the speed should be much faster.

In other words, he can use Liuli Yangyan on Lukui again, and do both?

An Bulang fell into deep thought.

"I was wrong, I have important information, I will trade it with you for my life!" Lu Kui realized that An Bulang didn't care about her begging for mercy at all, panicked, and said anxiously again.

"Tell me first what information it is. If I am satisfied with the value of the information, then I will spare you." An Bulang said with interest.

Knowing that she is not qualified to bargain, Lukui immediately said: "I have a way to help you open the most mysterious avenue, the gate of the formation avenue, as long as you draw a formation in front of the statue of the White King, the statue of the White King can help you Open it!"

An Bulang: "???"

Hasn't the gate of Array Avenue been blown up?

Please help me open the statue of King Bai, it has been broken into slag by itself...

An Bulang didn't speak, feeling a little dull.

Lu Kui's expected An Bulang's reaction did not appear, and the other party didn't even bother to ask what formation it was, which made the girl panic again: "You...don't underestimate the way of formation, if you can enter, you You will get the inheritance that King Bai is most proud of, the inheritance of the formation!"

An Bulang didn't change his face, and even wanted to turn around and leave.

"And...you will be taught by King Bai himself!" Lu Kui shouted loudly, desperately.

An Bulang's expression finally changed: "King Bai taught it himself? Isn't he already dead?"

"Ahhh...it hurts, it hurts..." Lu Kui screamed.

An Bulang understood her hint, and his pupils flashed, causing the flames burning the girl's pupils to disappear.

The terrible flames were finally gone.

The girl was limp on the ground, her dress was soaked in sweat, clinging to her exquisite and slender snow-white body, her green hair was scattered and messy, her hands were still covering her eyes, and she kept panting heavily.

An Bulang was not in a hurry, admiring the graceful posture of the girl lying on the ground, waiting for the other party to recover.

After a while, Lu Kui's cries of pain slowed down, and the slender hands gradually moved away from the eyes. The originally beautiful eyes are not a big problem now, but the whites of the eyes are bloodshot, a little lifeless, and there are still tears of blood That's all.

"Ah... your eyes are bleeding, may I help you?" An Bulang said softly.

"No! Don't..." Lukui trembled like a conditioned reflex, her head shook like a rattle, and she looked at An Bulang with horror.

"Really, you were the one who wanted to kill me first, as if I was the villain." Seeing the girl's violent reaction, An Bulang was speechless for a while.

"It was obviously you...you were the one who smashed my toy first..." Lu Kui bit her lower lip and said aggrievedly, "Others who walk the path of martial arts are just defeating the puppets of martial arts who stand in the way. But what about you? The fist beat my puppets to pieces, how can I fix them? Those are all my painstaking efforts... My puppets are all scum, what should I do with the Dao of Kung Fu? If I don't kill you, who will I kill? "

The more Lukui talked, the redder her eyes became, and she looked at An Bulang with great resentment.

An Bulang came back to his senses slightly, nodded and said: "Yes, I did hit a little harder just now, mainly because those puppets are too brittle, like biscuits, I can't blame me..."

boom!

The green sunflower froze in place as if it had been struck by lightning.

"I...my puppet is as crisp as a biscuit?"

Not only did the girl suffer a severe blow physically, but her mind was also severely devastated.

She really wanted to refute An Bulang's words, but recalling the scene where An Bulang punched a puppet and turned it into scum, she had to admit that her puppet was a waste.

"Okay, these are not important anymore, tell me about King Bai." An Bulang looked at the girl in white lying on the ground, and said with a smile, "Isn't King Bai dead? How did he teach the formation himself? ?”

Feeling An Bulang's dangerous gaze, the girl didn't dare to struggle, so she had to explain: "The formation technique is the skill that King Bai is most proud of, so he arranged his main tomb in the formation path. The usual visit to the statue of King Bai Cultivators, there is only a very small chance that they will open the gate of the formation avenue, allowing them to look for opportunities... and the one who teaches them the formation is the remnant soul left after the death of King Bai, which has no attack power and cannot harm you."

An Bulang understood when he heard the key word remnant soul.

No wonder monks need to pay homage to obtain vows and merit.

It turned out that his purpose was this...

Cultivate one way with ghosts, resurrect and reincarnate!

"Hehe, it's interesting. A person who didn't die built a tomb."

"No wonder you always want me to say goodbye. It turns out that the reason is because of this..."

If the opponent is really a ghost cultivator, then it's hard to say whether the current Bai Wang has no attack power as Lukui said.

The end point of the formation is still unknown to An Bulang!

"That's all I know. As long as you make an oath to let me go, I can reveal to you the formation in front of the statue, and give you a chance to enter the avenue of formation!" Lukui said suddenly .

"I have blown up the gates of Formation Avenue. Formation is unnecessary." An Bulang waved his hand.

"What?" Lukui felt that she didn't understand An Bulang's words.

"However, your information is also valuable, and I, An Bulang, am not a ruthless person..."

"So you decided to let me go?"

Lukui's eyes lighted up rarely, and the blood in the whites of her eyes faded a little.

"Well, I'm very kind, but before I let you go, I need to do a few things..." An Bulang approached Lukui with a smile on his face, and the shadow enveloped the girl in the white dress.

Lu Kui looked nervous and frightened, wrapped her arms around her delicate body, and said in a trembling voice, "You...what are you going to do?"

"No……"

"don't want!!"

The girl's voice echoed in the tomb.

After half a quarter of an hour.

The girl leaned against the wall, clutching her chest, and looked at the boy in front of her with complicated eyes.

"By the way, there is one more thing. What was King Bai's state before he was alive?"

"Peak of the Divine Sea!"

Facing An Bulang's surprised gaze, Lukui knew what the other party was thinking, and explained: "White King lived all his life and was famous in the Bailing Empire. Don't look at me as a weak scum, it's all because of his powerful followers. They all fell in that battle, and I and the other three are just peripheral followers..."

An Bulang nodded slightly to express his understanding.

The strong ones will follow the white king to fight, and the weak ones will guard their home here.

But they are also loyal, and they can stay for so long in this boring place where the birds don't shit.

"Okay, I'll let you go..." An Bulang turned around and was about to leave.

However, when he walked to the passage of the cultivation technique, he found a girl in a white dress following him step by step...

"What are you doing?" An Bulang turned around and asked curiously.

Lukui pursed her mouth aggrievedly, and said: "My kung fu puppets have been smashed by you, and even the parts can no longer be repaired. This kung fu avenue is useless, and it doesn't make any sense for me to stay here... ..."

An Bulang looked a little dazed, that's right, he smashed all the test tools of the other party, what should we do with this test? Facing a new breed of unemployment troubles, An Bulang felt it was time to stand up.

"Green Kui, isn't the puppet of the Dao of Kungfu gone? Is this the point?"

Lukui opened her red eyes wide and said, "Isn't that the point?"

"Think about it, what is someone trying to do when they enter your Dao of Kung Fu?"

"The picture... is my practice..."

"That's right, do you have any exercises?"

"I have……"

"So, you have mastered the most core thing of the Dao of Kung Fu, and you haven't lost this thing!" An Bulang turned to look at the girl in white skirt, and said sincerely.

As if infected by An Bulang's expression and words, the girl's expression changed, but she still hesitated: "But... I have nothing to test the tomb raider..."

An Bulang waved his hand: "Build it if you don't have one, there are always more ways than difficulties!"

"Besides, it really doesn't work. Without materials, you can attack them yourself. You are the most powerful trial, and the difficulty can be controlled as you like. How cool is it?"

"As long as any monk's strength is passable, and you are pleasing to the eye, you can announce that he has passed the trial, so that you can avoid passing the practice to people you hate..."

Immediately afterwards, An Bulang gave Lukui a ten-minute psychological counseling.

Especially skilled, and the effect is very outstanding.

After hearing this, the girl in the white skirt suddenly realized, reined in her horse, and returned to her job full of energy, holding a mysterious eye-replenishing pill in her hand, which was a farewell gift from An Bulang.

"Fellow Taoist, goodbye!" Lu Kui waved her hand at the white clothes, showing reluctance.

That young man didn't need any exercises, but gave her a pill, encouraged her, inspired her, and gave her the motivation and hope to work again. Is this friendship a benefit or a responsibility?

The woman's heart was inexplicably a little more touched...

"He... is not as hateful as he appears..."

Lukui looked at the boy who left, her eyes were still burning, but her heart was warm.

For some reason, there was a faint expectation in her heart, looking forward to meeting the boy again.