Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

In Lu Hao's mind, some profound past events gradually disappeared as he chanted the scriptures over and over again.

"My husband, I want you to love me ten thousand times every day, not even once less." Mu Wanqing said lazily leaning in Lu Hao's arms.

"After so many times, I'm afraid I can't bear it!" Lu Hao looked at the beautiful woman in his arms, his eyes becoming softer.

This scene was like glass, shattering into pieces. Everything about Mu Wanqing in Lu Hao's mind disappeared, as if this person had never appeared.

"You beast, Fuqiu is my daughter, and you actually want to ruin me too. Beat me to death, you beast!" Cai Wenjun covered her face and cried, punching Lu Hao's chest weakly with her fist.

"You must be lonely alone, so let me take care of you!" Lu Hao grabbed Cai Wenjun's hand.

The memory of Cai Wenjun gradually disappeared from Lu Hao's mind.

"Can you put the gold coin dart in another place?" Xiyue knelt on the ground tenderly, her tone softer than ever before.

The memory of Xiyue in his mind gradually disappeared.

"Brother Lu, can you teach me how to practice sword?" Fuqiu stood in front with her long legs, slender and graceful. She smoothed her hair that was messed up by the wind in front of her forehead and smiled playfully.

All memories about Fuqiu quickly disappeared from Lu Hao's mind, leaving a blank.

At this time, countless pairs of eyes outside were staring at Lu Hao. Although he still had a compassionate look on his face, tears were rolling down his eyes and his mouth was sobbing.

This was the first time Lu Hao cried. The once unforgettable memories were stripped away from his mind, and this feeling almost made him want to die.

"He...what sad past events did he think of!" Bangying was also present at the scene. It was the first time she saw Lu Hao with such an expression. In her impression, the other party was always high-spirited and full of confidence, and had never shown such a vulnerable side.

Su Lingxi's beautiful figure also appeared in Lu Hao's mind.

"You beast, why do you fall into my trap again and again!" Su Lingxi said with tears in her beautiful eyes.

All the beautiful figures disappeared from Lu Hao's memory, as if they had never appeared.

Finally, a picture hidden in the deepest part of Lu Hao's heart emerged.

It was a secret realm where only people of the same level could fight.

"You little bastard, do you really want to live?" Su Ru's beautiful face showed a hint of shame and anger.

"I want my life, but I want you too!" Lu Hao hugged her slender waist very domineeringly, and then, in Su Ru's horrified eyes, he kissed the beautiful red lips that he had been thinking about day and night.

Although the memories of being with Su Ru gradually faded, they could never completely disappear. It was as if they were engraved in Lu Hao's soul.

"Why is this guy so difficult to convert!" The little monk showed a look of shock, and at the same time, he spat out a large mouthful of blood on the talisman in front of him. The talisman immediately burned, and the Buddhist sound in Lu Hao's mind became even louder.

However, no matter how hard the little monk tried, the memory of Su Ru could not be erased from Lu Hao's mind, and he began to resist desperately.

"Everyone, please lend me a hand, this demon king will soon be converted!" The little monk shouted frantically to some monks who had not yet taken action. At this moment, he did not behave like a monk at all.

In fact, this little monk also has selfish motives. He does not simply want to convert Lu Hao, but wants to turn him into his follower.

"You guys go and help him!" Zhao Sheng said to several people in the clan. He just asked people to help and did not take any action himself.

"You should also go and lend a hand to that monk!" Liu Mubai narrowed his eyes and said the same thing to his fellow apprentices.

As more monks joined in, the huge chanting sound soon echoed in Lu Hao's mind like a huge bell.

Finally, all the memories about Su Ru were shattered like glass.

"Come back to me!" Just when these memory fragments were about to disappear, Lu Hao suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly. He was completely awake and all his memories were restored.

"No one has ever been able to come out of this Buddhist sound. How did this guy do it?" The little monk was shocked when he saw Lu Hao fully awake.

Suddenly, a sound like a tsunami erupted from Lu Hao's dantian. At the same time, rays of divine light continued to rush up, followed by a surging golden ocean.

Everyone stared at all this in astonishment, their faces filled with horror.

The golden ocean surged like thousands of troops galloping, and above the Dantian, blood-red lightning and thunder intertwined, and the divine light was dazzling, intertwined with the golden ocean below, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

"That vast ocean... actually rushed out from the dantian?" the little monk murmured in a lost voice.

"Why can his Dantian be seen by everyone!" Countless shocked eyes stared at the golden ocean.

"boom!"

The golden ocean in Lu Hao's body kept impacting the light curtain that surrounded him. Suddenly, the light curtain began to shake violently. Suddenly, a slight "click" sound was heard, and then the cracks spread wildly like a spider web, and finally exploded.

The moment the light curtain was broken, a storm of energy suddenly burst out like a flood, sweeping wildly in all directions.

"Puff!" The little monk spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered.

"This monster is too powerful, I'll leave first!" The little monk saw that Lu Hao was about to escape and wanted to run away directly.

However, before the little monk could escape far, he felt someone patting his shoulder from behind. He turned around in horror and saw a cold and ruthless face.

"Fellow Daoist... me!" Before the little monk could finish his words, Lu Hao pinched his neck. The little monk suddenly felt difficulty breathing and his face turned purple.

"Go to the underworld and chant scriptures!" In front of everyone, Lu Hao twisted the neck of the young monk from the Ancient Buddha Temple, and no one knew how many times his head turned. The last blow blew off his head, and blood spilled like rain.

Lu Hao spread out his hands and bathed them in blood. He had to go on a killing spree today. Anyone who had attacked him, regardless of gender, would be killed. This time he was really angry.

"Puff!" Two monks who wanted to escape were caught up by Lu Hao. He grabbed the head of one monk with one hand, and then collided them. The two heads exploded like broken watermelons.

"It's actually the Nine-Colored Golden Pill!" A cultivator screamed in surprise. He actually saw a slowly rotating Nine-Colored Golden Pill in Lu Hao's dantian. The golden pill was extremely unique, as if it contained the laws of the great Dao.

"The legendary nine-colored golden elixir, how is this possible!" Many cultivators in the field breathed rapidly, and sounds of people sucking in a breath of cold air were heard.