The town is not big, and it lands alone on the edge of the plain. It is the only market town on the Liuma Plain, called "Liuma Yi".

It is summer now, and the scorching sun is baking the deserted streets. The wind is sweeping by, rolling up dust in the sky, but it makes the town even more dead. Only a few barkings from time to time add a little bit of vitality to it.

If it was said that it was quite lively ten days ago, it was the only place around to rest and stay. The many business trips and the wanderers who went out to explore the house, but since the Tartar army was stationed in the Liuma Plain, these people had gone clean, fearing that they would suffer inexplicable disasters and die inexplicably. Only some skilled and brave warriors dared to stay.

The young man was very anxious, his upper body was naked, and his sweat beads as big as beans could not help but flow down his cheeks, and his flesh was covered with scars. He was covered with oil under the sun. A narrow and long weapon four feet long reflected a hint of green color under the scorching sun. The scabbard had been lost in the impact of the underground river, and he was tightly tied to his back, and his feet were covered with dust.

He was indeed very anxious. After all, no one who was chased and killed might not be treated with a normal attitude, not to mention that that person is still a peerless master.

The young man took four or five feet in one step, like an arrow leaving the string, passing the galloping horse, and plunged into the restaurant in the town. His breath was violent and the dust swelled.

Ignoring those curious and suspicious gazes, he found a table and sat down directly.

"Go and bring all the meat in your store."

The dry and low voice made the guy shudder. He seemed to have not understood it and said uncertainly: "This master? Are you talking about everything? We slaughtered four sheep in our store this morning, and you may..."

The young man said in a shocking way: "Four? Not enough, go and slaughter a few more. You should hurry up. No matter how you do it, I will eat it in my mouth within an hour and give me some cooked food in your store to fill my stomach."

After saying that, he saw him reaching out and fumbled out a ingot of gold, which was clearly stained with blood. The guy started to tremble in fear. He held the gold in his hands as if he was holding a soldering iron, and his body kept shaking.

Fortunately, the shopkeeper saw more scenes, so he didn't make a fuss, but scolded the guy. "Why don't you go quickly, you can also go to the kitchen to help and tell Cook Sun to let him kill four more."

Everyone was looking at the weird guy, but they never thought that the man's drooping eyes suddenly raised, his eyes were ferocious and fierce, and he looked straight out of the window, a fierce evil aura quietly dissipated. For a moment, everyone was restless, feeling like a light on their backs, and rushed out of the restaurant as if they had settled the bill and ran away.

"Stinky monk, I have chased me for two days and two nights. I really think I am afraid of you. Since I can't escape, I will just divide it with you."

The shopkeeper couldn't sit still, but he didn't dare to ask, so he could only endure the fear of bringing wine and food, and it was all meat.

The young man slowly withdrew his gaze, his eyes were quiet. After he left the ground, he had been spinning on the Liuma Plain. Along the way, he changed his appearance several times by shrinking his bones and changing shapes, and even got into a Mongolian spirit cavalry.

But he could always feel the lama being still approaching him, and in the end he simply stopped hiding.

Who is this lama? Who can the master of the world besides the Mongolian national master with such unpredictable methods?

The reason why he was afraid was because of the mysterious method of the other party. In addition, he had consumed most of his strength in Jingyan Palace before, and was trapped underground for more than ten days. He was already empty in his belly. No matter how strong his body was, he was still a flesh and blood body. His internal strength could be restored by regulating breathing and breathing. However, if the flesh and blood essence was not replenished with external objects, it would be like rootless water, and it would eventually be exhausted.

In the shopkeeper's shock, he saw the young man grab a roast goose and stuff it into his mouth with flesh and bones, and swallow it into his stomach after chewing it for a few chews.

A table of cooked food was wiped out in one go.

Before he could come back to his senses, a shocking aura suddenly burst out from the young man's body, as if it turned into a stove, and his whole body was burning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Here, come."

The guy ran out of the kitchen with a grilled lamb tremblingly. He was really scared by the young man's horrible appetite. When the table of things got into his stomach, the young man's belly was a little bloated, but then it slowly faded. The person's hair was so intense that it was hard to get close to it, and the air began to twist.

Outside, the hanging fireballs began to fall.

At some point, a barefoot lama in red clothes came to the streets of the town.

In a corner of the street, a ragged beggar was lying weakly in a breath, his right leg drooping to the ground, with blood stains, and a faint smell of rotten smell. When the Mongolian spirit rode past here earlier, he was rushing to avoid the rush and was trampled on his legs. However, his injuries were too serious and it seemed that he couldn't last long.

The lama looked at the young man who was constantly eating at the restaurant window, and then looked at the beggar in the corner. He saw his gentle gaze slowly walking to the beggar, not disgusting the pungent smell of the other person's body. He leaned over and held his left hand, his lips slightly opened and closed, as if he was chanting something softly.

It's strange that the beggar's painful moan gradually subsided and gradually calmed down. His dirty face spread out, and there was no pain in his eyes, and then there was no breath.

The voice in the lama's mouth became louder. It turned out that he was reciting a passage of Ksitigarbha Sutra, and he was releasing this person.

However, the sound became louder and louder, a little too big, and finally echoed like a bronze bell, deafening and thunderous, which was simply unbearable.

"Haha, I have such a loud voice, such a compassionate evil look."

A sneering sounded in, like a thunderbolt explosion, interrupting his chanting, with a biting cold and cold feeling, like an iceberg that never melted for thousands of years.

In the restaurant, a young man came out chewing a piece of lamb leg in his mouth. He looked like a smile. As he spoke, he opened his mouth and a bone with the strong wind breaking through the air, and it was so incredible that he vomited at the lama.

The town became quieter. Every family closed its doors and doors. At this moment, even the barking of dogs was gone. The only thing that was quiet was the sound of wind blew across the earth. It was silent like death, as if it had become a dead city.

"What is your name for this Mongolian national teacher, Eighth Division Ba?"

The Lama was solemn in appearance, and his eyes were emitting divine light. Before the bone reached his body, it seemed to be bounced away by an invisible barrier. All the lights in the world seemed to fall on him, which made people terrified.

His status is still superior to the emperor. He has been spreading all over the world for many years. He has become a peerless figure who can stand out from the east. If Li Gong does not come out, he will be arrogant and powerful. His spiritual achievements have made great progress. Every move has a breathtaking magic.

The young man resisted the knife on his shoulder, and his energy was surging like fire. He took away all the expressions on his face, but did not immediately say anything, but instead hooked his left hand with his oil-stained left hand and hooked his finger towards the lama.

He whispered:
Chapter completed!