"What happened?"

The three kings gasped and tried to look up to see what had happened.
Three people blurred the line of sight at the other end of the aisle slowly coming two figures.
The first man wore a purple robe and a silver mask, just like a messenger from the depths of hell, and he smelled terrible.
It seems that those horrible ant colonies will disappear because of this man’s appearance!
Purple man followed by a young monk.
"You, you are the brother of Duowen Temple!"
A heavenly king saw the young monk’s robe and recognized his origin. He tried to stretch out his arm and gasped, "I am the heavenly king of Duowen Temple. Help me!"
He has heard a lot about the temple king, and naturally it is impossible for him to know such an ordinary brother as a young monk.
But he believes that if he hears more about Temple Brother, he will definitely recognize him!
The young monk bowed his head and said nothing.
"Friends, friends, help us."
Another king struggled to crawl slowly to get close to the purple man.
The purple-robed man suddenly said, "I asked you if you are not afraid of karma when you practice Buddhism to this point?"
The three kings were stuck.
This sentence does sound familiar. It seems that I have heard it somewhere not long ago.
However, the three men were attacked by hell ants, and their bodies were broken and the pain was unbearable. Their minds were in chaos and they couldn’t remember at the moment.
"I’ll let you die for nothing."
As he spoke, the purple man stretched out his palm and picked up his face mask to reveal a handsome face.
"Are you …"
The pupils of the three heavenly kings contract like ghosts!
At this moment, the purple man brings them more fear than the ant colony in hell!
Wudao respects the new silver mask and turns away, simply saying that "karma is not good."
The three heavenly kings watched Wu Daozun’s figure gradually disappear at the end of the tunnel.
It wasn’t long before their sight was again occupied by the black torrent!
Chapter two thousand three hundred and fifty-six Return
Gankunyuan
On the top floor of the secret cabinet, a secret room filled with the fragrance of traditional Chinese medicine. Sitting cross-legged on the mysterious old couch, I looked a little pale and weak.
Suddenly, there is another person in the trance chamber, who is the patriarch of the school.
"How does it feel to cultivate for a few days?"
Court patriarch asked.
"Can’t die"
Xuan Lao said casually without opening his eyes and immediately asked, "What’s the news about Su Mo?"
"He should have gone to hell, but I don’t know if he lives or dies." The patriarch said.
"Are there any creatures coming out of A-nose hell these days?" Xuan old ask again
"no"
Court patriarch slightly shook his head.
"You don’t seem worried?" Xuan Lao didn’t open his eyes to see it, but he seemed to feel the thoughts of the patriarch of the hospital.
"worry also"
The patriarch of the courtyard said, "What’s more, I just deduced a divination from Su Mo, and his divination has turned the tables on him."
"That’s good."
Xuanlao nodded.