Chapter nine hundred and twenty-three: strong support
Chapter 922 Potala Palace (second update)
The Barbarian King said disdainfully, "What do I want to do with this? For such a weak race, even if their king comes with ten thousand troops, I can kill their king plus five thousand troops with one punch. Seeing me, these reptiles hide
It’s too late to run away, do you still dare to scan me?”
Lin Chen smiled helplessly. That's true. The entire race cannot pose a threat to him. Do you still need to consider how to avoid the opponent? You can't blame the Barbarian King for being careless. It's really that this guy's strength is too abnormal. The elephant cannot be inferior.
Let's start by studying how many legs an ant has.
Lin Chen wandered around with his spiritual thoughts, and found a few houses on the seaside a few kilometers away. He saw a few dark fishermen who looked like Indians, and some crooked words in the houses. If he guessed correctly,
, this is probably around the Indonesian archipelago, not far from China.
When the Barbarian King saw that Lin Chen suddenly stopped leaving, he did not urge him this time. He obviously already valued Lin Chen to a certain extent, and asked curiously, "Why did you stop? Now that you have got rid of the federal dog, you can come directly to rescue him.
Me."
Lin Chen shook his head, "It's already too late. The other party is much faster than us. If he can't find us, he will definitely rush to the place where you are sealed. As long as you hold there, you will be safe from the other party. Originally, he
You may not be able to guess my purpose, maybe I just want to get this sword, but as soon as I came out of the floating palace, I immediately flew towards the place where I sealed you, and the other party must have noticed it."
The Barbarian King had nothing to say, so he had to fuck the women of the Duta family for generations again, and finally said in a depressed tone, "Then what should we do? That bastard must have reported this matter to the police. It won't take long, and more will be released."
If there are too many federal dogs, they will run over and, damn, it will be really hard to deal with."
Lin Chen said harshly in his heart, then, the only option is to break through head-on, and time must be fast, the only way... is to ask those people for help.
When the Barbarian King saw Lin Chen's actions, he couldn't help shouting, "Hey, where are you going? Isn't that the direction of Tibet? Damn it, you are crazy. This is not the way to die..."
The scorching sun shines on the plateau land. Under the dazzling golden sunshine, a row of ancient and vicissitudes of huge palaces, after being plated with a layer of gold, is like a palace in the sky, extremely solemn and sacred.
A ray of blue light fell outside the palace, on the edge of the huge square, and Lin Chen's figure emerged from the blue light. After bowing respectfully to the majestic palace in front of him, he slowly walked over.
The Barbarian King circled around with his spiritual thoughts, and suddenly hummed, "Isn't this the territory of those smelly monks? How did you end up here after making such a big circle?"
"Do you know them?" Lin Chen was a little surprised.
The Barbarian King smiled and said, "Nonsense, we have been old neighbors for a thousand or two thousand years, how could we not know each other? When the construction of this temple started, I had just broken free from the spiritual consciousness. Which of the big lamas and little lamas here is not me?"
As I grew up, my spiritual thoughts could not travel that far at that time, and I was usually very bored. Fortunately, I had these lamas to accompany me to relieve my boredom. However, these guys were also very boring. They only knew how to meditate and chant sutras every day, but I was so boring.
Over the past few thousand years, I have seen one or two hundred ascended people from here."
Lin Chen didn't expect that King Man had such friendship with the lamas of the Potala Palace. This was a surprise. King Man immediately shouted, "You don't want to ask these lamas for help. No, no, look at these guys.
They sit there like half a piece of wood every day, how can you ask them to go to war? And I often bully them, so they refuse to help me."
Just as Lin Chen was about to speak, a golden light suddenly lit up on the palace in front of him, and an old, gentle voice came out from the palace, saying in blunt Chinese, "We have friends who have come from afar, Potala Palace."
, open the door and welcome the guests!”
Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of chanting that seemed to be coming from tens of thousands of people, echoed by the melodious sound of bells, prayer tubes, and wooden fish.
Amidst the Sanskrit sounds that filled the sky, Lin Chen felt like he was being pulled up by a force and was "invited" directly into the palace. He passed through various halls and courtyards, and finally arrived at the innermost hall.
Inside, in the main hall, a dozen old lamas wearing dirty cassocks each sat on a futon. Everyone looked dark and dry, but their eyes seemed to be burning with two balls of fire.
Looked over.
Lin Chen's spiritual thoughts were slightly touched, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised. Each of these old lamas looked like they were about to ascend in a year or two. Lin Chen was not surprised by their cultivation, but he had never been
I have never seen so many people about to ascend at the same time. Even in the largest sect in Middle-earth, it takes hundreds of years for one person to ascend. Here, there are as many as sixteen at once.
Among these old lamas, the first one with no hair and a beard that almost reached his waist stood up, clasped his hands together and smiled slightly at Lin Chen, "Donor, these are the senior monks who have the highest cultivation level.
Including the old monk, the donor wants to see if he can deal with that friend in the early stage of the illusion?" Listening to the voice, it was the person who just said he would open the door to welcome guests.
The Barbarian King suddenly laughed. This time, it was not just in Lin Chen's mind. The sound resounded throughout the entire hall, causing the dust on the roof of the hall to flutter down. "Haha, Mustache, you are actually willing to help me, okay,
Okay, I’ve made you my friend all these years in vain, and there are chickens, puppies, kittens, piglets... you’re all here, okay, haha, that’s great.”
The several old lamas sitting on the futons had their eyes open at first, but then they quickly closed their eyes and turned their heads away angrily.
Lin Chen couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. These chickens, puppies, and mustaches were probably the nicknames given to these lamas by the Barbarian King since they were young. When they were young, you called them puppies, and chickens were nothing. But now
They are all hundreds of years old, and you still call them that, and you still use the names of animals. No wonder these old lamas are angry.
However, it seems that their dislike for the Barbarian King does not lie in this sentence. It is like resentment accumulated over time, just like seeing the plague. The resentment also contains deep helplessness.
The Barbarian King obviously never cared about other people's moods, and laughed wildly, "Look, you guys help me, and I don't ask you to help in vain. When the time comes, let's take my spaceship together and go to my big star Taras."
Domain, fine wine, fragrant meat, and fair and tender beauties are as many as you want. I will keep you here for just one day and you will never want to come back to read this nonsense again. Don’t be promoted by then. I will arrange a position for each of you.
Follow me to conquer the city, people are killed every day, there is wine to drink, and there are girls to have sex with, a fool is so fucking ascension."