The Most Powerful Fisherman in the Heavens

Walking in Shaolin, the Sutra Pavilion.

Ye Donghuang walked in the door with Zhao Shirong in his arms, and the originally quiet scripture pavilion was even more desolate.

Not only the Sutra Pavilion, but also the whole Shaolin. Except for a few Shaolin disciples who saw the situation was not good and escaped early, all the others were killed.

And a group of martial arts practitioners dare not take a step outside the temple!

They know that there are many treasures in Shaolin, such as various martial arts cheats and panacea, but with Ye Donghuang who killed the invincible master and wiped out the invincible power of Shaolin, no one dares to pull out their teeth at this moment.

No matter how good the treasure is, it must be enjoyed with life!

"This is the Shaolin Cangjing Pavilion!"

Zhao Shirong's beautiful eyes were full, and he looked at the neat rows of bookshelves curiously. Although his voice was still weak, it was full of unspeakable excitement and excitement.

It was the first time for her to come to Shaolin Buddhist scriptures Pavilion!

Who would have thought that Shaolin, the Big Dipper of Mount Tai, would be destroyed by Ye Donghuang in this way!

And Ye Donghuang... is her man!

"The martial arts in the world come from Shaolin. Although it is an exaggeration, this collection of books is indeed rich!"

Ye Donghuang scanned through the dense collection of books, including martial arts classics, Buddhist scriptures, and medical astrology... It can be said to cover everything. Ye Donghuang came here to pack up and take away all these classics.

"Brother Ye, what are you going to do with so many classics? Take them all away?"

Following Ye Donghuang's side for these days, Zhao Shirong vaguely knew that Ye Donghuang had great ambitions, intending to conquer the world and conquer the world.

This place can be used as the foundation of establishing a sect, but it is not suitable for the base of Huangtu hegemony.

As smart as she is, she is sure that Ye Donghuang will not stay here!

"Well, as for how to take it away, you will know later!"

Ye Donghuang nodded. He not only has the space ring, but also the Wandao Diaoyuhuang pole, which contains a world of Wandaozhu and four small worlds of Xiaoao, Yitian, Bad People, and Daming Jianghu!

Not to mention a small Buddhist scripture pavilion, even the entire Songshan Mountain can be moved by him.

Zhao Shirong was curious, but didn't ask much, she was expecting, she knew that Ye Donghuang always had something unexpected.

"I'll show you the injury first!"

Ye Donghuang put Zhao Shirong down, the situation was critical before, he didn't have extra time to check Zhao Shirong carefully, he just used Wan Dao Qi to protect her heart, to ensure that her life would not be in danger.

"Brother Ye, I don't need to worry. Your true energy has already repaired a lot of the injuries in my body. Your injuries are serious, so let's heal yourself first!"

Zhao Shirong had a bright smile on his pale face. Earlier, Ye Donghuang fought with the sweeping monk, exchanging wounds for injuries. Although he killed the sweeping monk in the end, he was also seriously injured!

Later, he suppressed and subdued the Bodhidharma sword, and was bruised all over by the sword intent. If Ye Donghuang's physical body was not strong and terrifying, and his recovery power was extremely abnormal, he would have died hundreds of times without knowing it!

"My injury is no longer serious!"

Ye Donghuang's robe shook, and all the blood stains disappeared, and the hole in the clothes that had been torn by the sword intent instantly recovered, as if it were brand new.

His robe is not ordinary, but the emperor's robe in the emperor's suit he got before. Although it is only the third-order best now, it can't stop the sword intent of the fourth-order heavenly and human-level Dharma sword, but it also helps Ye Dong The emperor reduced the huge damage!

Coupled with Ye Donghuang's powerful physical body, the situation is not as terrifying as before.

Also, the headband on his head and the boots under his feet are changed from flat sky crown and emperor boots respectively. These are all a set. It can also be absorbed into the body.

You must know that ordinary treasures can only be collected in the body when they reach the fourth level!

"Brother Ye's clothes are also fairy artifacts?"

Zhao Shirong's beautiful eyes lit up, she reached out her hand to touch Ye Donghuang's clothes, and squeezed them again. She has seen that the Dharma sword can be absorbed into the body, and she also knows that there are many unimaginable magical things in this world.

Scoff!

Ignoring Zhao Shirong's curiosity, Ye Donghuang tore off her blood-stained clothes, and blood scabs condensed on her white jade-like tender skin, which made people feel distressed!

His slender fingertips slid across lightly, and under the ten thousand qi, the blood scabs fell off, shattered, and dissipated, revealing two red wounds.

Zhao Shirong withdrew her plain hand from looking at Ye Donghuang's clothes, and pinched the leg of her shirt, a few touches of seductive redness appeared on her pale cheeks. Although she had already secretly expressed her love for Ye Donghuang, it was the first time for her to look at Ye Donghuang's clothes. The beauty of life is displayed in front of Ye Donghuang.

Feeling Ye Donghuang's icy fingertips brushing across the skin, Zhao Shirong felt shy and didn't dare to look at Ye Donghuang. The most embarrassing thing was that she must be ugly right now!

indeed!

The blood scab was cleared away by Ye Donghuang's Wan Dao true energy, revealing the white and greasy skin, but there were two small scarlet wounds in the snow-white, which was a big spoiler, embarrassingly, it was injured by Xuandu's fingers and fallen leaves.

Wan Dao's true energy condensed on the fingertips, and Ye Donghuang pressed down with his burning palm.

"Well!"

Zhao Shirong exclaimed, feeling the wound was numb, like an ant bite.

"ah!"

Seemingly aware that it was indecent, Zhao Shirong quickly covered his rosy cherry mouth, his eyes were full of shyness, he wished he could find a crack in the ground to get in.

As time went by, Zhao Shirong's face became more and more rosy, and it was unknown whether it was because of the recovery from the injury, or because he thought of something else, his eyes were blurred, his mind was wandering, and his mind was full of thoughts!

After a stick of incense, Zhao Shirong's injuries recovered as before, his skin could be broken with a blow, and there was no trace of injury. This is the strength of Wan Dao Zhenqi.

The momentum of ten thousand ways, ten thousand ways unite, one gives birth to ten thousand ways, one unifies ten thousand ways!

Wan Dao zhenqi can be transformed into any kind of zhenqi, so it is easy to heal wounds.

"What are you thinking?"

After healed the injury, seeing that the other party was still distracted, without the slightest notice, Ye Donghuang's mischievous big hand squeezed hard!

"ah!"

Zhao Shirong exclaimed, woke up suddenly, his face flushed immediately, only then did he realize that his injuries had healed, felt Ye Donghuang's big hand, shyly and coquettishly said: "Brother Ye!"

"I've shed so much blood for you today, will it be your turn at night?" Ye Donghuang didn't continue, he lifted Zhao Shirong up, and leaned close to her ear with an ambiguous voice.

It has been almost a month since I came to the world of Song Dynasty, Zhao Shirong, Wu Xingyun, Li Qiushui, and Li Canghai, four stunning beauties, accompany me day and night, but they have been practicing all the time!

I don't know but I thought he couldn't do it!

Healed just now, and the anger in his heart was provoked. There were several fierce battles before, and he needed to release it.

He is not a saint, but a mortal with flesh and blood and desires!

He has the ability to possess so many beauties, so why is he still pretending to be a calm gentleman to make himself feel uncomfortable?

He's not a perverted masochist!

"Um!"

Zhao Shirong squeezed his fingers shyly and expectantly, without making a decision, his voice was like a moaning mosquito, inaudibly low.

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