A figure rushed over, raised his hand and punched it out, just like the nine-level explosion of the heavenly tribulation directly hitting the back of the bitter monk. ▲∴

The only one who can use this magical power in the Heavenly Punishment Fist is naturally Zhaoming.

He heard Shura's shrill howling sound and rushed towards him quickly. He didn't know what had happened before, but only saw the bitter monk pressing his hand on Shura's head, while Shura was like a dead person.

If you are anxious, you will be confused. You never thought that it was a miserable monk who saved people. It was said that the true ancestor of the Western religion wanted to forcibly save his brother, so he naturally punched him.

Western teachings say that it is compassion, but he has seen the thunderous means of the Taoist Zhunti, and no one can do anything.

With the cultivation of a Suffering Monk, it is naturally not difficult to dodge this punch, but at this critical moment of refining karma, if you let go, the karma will return to Shura. Not only did what you did before mean useless, but it also made him suffer another karma impact, and the consequences were unpredictable.

But Zhaoming's punch was actually so easy to bear. Even though the bitter monk was in a state of great cultivation, he still snorted in pain, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth and slowly fell down.

The golden light flashed on the body of the bitter monk, but there was no force to rebound, which made Zhaoming stunned and shouted in dismay: "Master..."

The bitter monk shook his head slightly, said nothing, chanted the scriptures softly, continued to display his supernatural powers, absorbing karma little by little.

At this moment, Zhaoming looked carefully and found that Shura had a strange power entangled. He was not unfamiliar with that power. In the past, the ancestor of the Styx had also manipulated the twelve-grade blood lotus to use on him, so he naturally recognized it as the karma of the Blood Lotus.

After layers of karma were wrapped in the golden light released by the bitter monk, it was slowly dissipating.

It was because he misunderstood... Zhaoming naturally reacted, and he felt full of apology, but he didn't know how to speak.

Looking around, you can still feel the aura that has not completely disappeared, chaos, and even collapse. If you guess well, Shura should have won this battle.

But why did Shura win so badly? Could it be that the ancestor of the Styx really had shameless attacks?

Feeling Shura's swaying like a candle in the strong wind, Zhaoming's heart was hanging, but he was afraid of interrupting the bitter monk's casting, so he could only watch without saying a word.

I was afraid that the ancestor of the Styx would be elusive. I explored my spiritual sense carefully and suddenly found the Rakshasa girl in the distance, frowned slightly, and a fire escape technique came directly in front of her.

He widened his eyes and stared at the Rakshasa girl with a fierce intention. He would never have a good impression of this woman, after all, the other party was a princess of the Rakshasa clan. It was just because of Lihua that he did not kill him back then.

At this moment, Shura became like this, so naturally he no longer hid the murderous intent in his heart.

He was so successful that even if he didn't activate his skills, he would have a terrible pressure invisibly, even if he didn't activate his skills, it was difficult for even the sub-sage saint to look directly at him, let alone a Rakshasa woman who had just entered the realm of Xuanxian.

When Zhaoming glared, the Rakshasa girl immediately felt like a mountain pressing on the top of the mountain, the sky was dark, and she almost fainted. It was just the hatred of killing her father and the disaster of extermination of the clan, which made her feel extremely hatred. She was unwilling to show weakness to Shura and Zhaoming.

Princess Rakshasa's pride made her rather die than bow her head. She raised her head and stared at Zhaoming fiercely with a look of hatred.

After looking at Princess Rakshasa for a long time, Zhaoming finally asked, "Where is the old ghost of Rakshasa? Do you even want your daughter if you run away?"

He didn't know what the battle was like, and Shura's situation was not good. He could only ask the witnesses at the scene.

"My father has been killed by your brother, what else do you want?" The Rakshasa girl replied loudly: "But don't be happy, your brother is not much better."

"Die!" Zhao Ming frowned: "So that's it! The ancestor of the Styx kept you. Do you think I won't kill you? He thought I was too kind to think of me."

Shura's condition was extremely bad, and his disintegrating aura was full of white hair, which was enough to show that his injuries were terrible. But what really worried Zhaoming was that Shura's decadent will was not only hurt from the **, but also as if he was completely disappointed and his mind was full of confusion.

This impact is not only the present, but also the future. If something is wrong, his brother will probably be ruined. The various consequences make Zhaoming unable to help but have a murderous thought.

He raised his hand and slowly patted the Rakshasa girl.

Looking at the palm that was gradually slapped over, the Rakshasa girl bit her silver teeth angrily, raised her head, and did not move, and she was already trying her best.

At this moment, not only was the hatred of killing her father and the hatred of extermination of the clan, but she also felt the pain of being regarded as an abandoned son.

The Ancestor of the Styx asked her to bleed at this time, and if she just gave her a stone, anyone could do it. But at that moment, she was so sad that she didn't think too much, so she walked out directly.

But now that the Blood Sea Channel has disappeared, the Ancestor of the Styx has never brought him back, it is obvious that he has given up on himself.

She didn't understand why this was, but the death of all the tribe members had already made her heartbroken and fearless.

Seeing that the head of the Rakshasa woman was about to be slapped, a blood light suddenly flew over and fell from the sky, and directly inserted between Zhaoming and the Rakshasa woman.

Blood Shadow Mad Sword... Seeing the blood light clearly, Zhaoming immediately frowned. The one who blocked his killing of the Rakshasa girl was clearly Shura's weapon.

Why is this? Zhaoming would never think that Shura would fall in love with the daughter of the Rakshasa King. In his younger brother's heart, there is no concept of so-called love. Apart from relatives and brotherhood, there is only blood and killing.

Looking back, the karma on Shura's body had been completely transformed by the suffering monk, but there was no change. He still sat on the ground motionless, as if he was walking corpse.

I wonder why Shura saved the Rakshasa woman, but Zhaoming still chose to give up. His figure flashed and he had already arrived in front of Shura.

Seeing Shura sitting in a state of grief, his heart was burning, he immediately grabbed his shoulder and shouted loudly: "Shura, Shura!"

But letting him scream, Shura's eyes were empty and his face was ashes, and there was no response at all.

The spiritual consciousness penetrated into the other party's body and immediately took a breath of air conditioning. The meridians of the body were broken and it was difficult to recover. Even the soul was affected, resulting in terrible cracks.

What kind of battle did Shura suffer so much? At this moment, Zhaoming couldn't help but resent Zhen Yuanzi. If it weren't for his entanglement, he would have come here long ago. Not to mention intervening in this battle, but at least he wouldn't have allowed the karma of the ancestor Styx to successfully attack.

But that's the case. No matter how much you say it, it's futile.

"Shura!" A loud shout activated the divine magic technique, and the mental storm swept away.

But it still has no effect and cannot awaken Shura, who is like a corpse.

"Good, good!"

At this time, the bitter monk had already recovered, but his face was still not good-looking. The punch of the Heavenly Punishment was definitely not so easy to bear. Fortunately, his cultivation was so great that he could hold up with a punch under distraction. It was also a blessing that Zhaoming did not use the true fire of the sun, so the consequences would be unpredictable.

"Senior, sorry, I misunderstood!" Zhao Ming apologized and asked anxiously again: "What's going on with my brother?"

He didn't know what was wrong with Shura. Not only was he seriously injured, but his soul was severely injured.

"Good, good!" The monk sighed: "This matter is a long story. I only learned the truth from the mouth of Wuliang Heavenly Lord yesterday."

"What's the truth?" Zhaoming was stunned and couldn't understand the reason.

The bitter monk raised his hand and a golden light appeared in the air, a bloody color appeared in a stone city. On the throne, two blood cocoons leaned together and leaned against each other.

"This is the innate creature in the sea of ​​blood, and it is the king of the sea of ​​blood. One is Shura and the other is Rakshasa. One is connected by the lineage. It should be a brother of flesh and blood. The Qi of the sea of ​​blood has been conceived for tens of millions of years, and can become a rare powerful creature in the world after birth."

"But the third creature was born in the sea of ​​blood, which was the Ancestor of the Styx. He was the earliest to produce spiritual intelligence, and was unwilling to surrender to these two kings. He used the power generated by the Dao Ancestor's great change in heaven and earth to bombard the blood cocoon that should have been the King of Shura out of the sea of ​​blood."

"King Shura..." Zhaoming was shocked: "But it is my brother?"

I suddenly thought of something in my heart. The Rakshasa woman said that the Rakshasa king died at the hands of Shura. If the Savior Seng said it is true, Shura would kill his younger brother.

Sure enough, the Tribulation Monk nodded: "I just felt that the Shura donor was too angry and would inevitably be plagued by karma. Therefore, I paid more attention, but I never thought that this would be the consequence."

"I just learned after meeting with Wuliang Tianzun yesterday that the ancestor of the Styx seemed to have a big purpose. He knew Shura's identity very early, but he did not kill him. He also deliberately made Shura hostile to the Rakshasa clan, and even prevented the Rakshasa King from bleeding the sea of ​​blood to kill Shura."

"In today's battle, the ancestor of the Styx can be said to have been in place for thousands of years. King Rakshasa was killed by King Shura himself, and then used the Dust Light Stone to restore the memory of the previous life. He felt painful and guilty, and was hit by the blood lotus karma. All these things hurt his soul."

So that's it... Although Zhaoming is not very clear, he at least already knows how Shura became like this.

The back of the bloodthirsty murder hides things that others don’t know. Shura is a person who longs for his family, so he is so attached to Acao and himself, and even loves the house and the others.

Therefore, even if they don’t have much friendship with their ten nephews, they will choose to take revenge immediately after they die.

When he found out that he had killed his younger brother with his own hands, he must have felt in pain, but he would not have collapsed. The final killing move was the karma of the Red Lotus, which was the most tormenting power of the mind. Even if he had the twelve-grade fire lotus, he almost got hit, let alone Shura.

The power that can make ordinary people fall into endless self-blame, guilt and regret is like a fatal blow to Shura at this time, causing him to completely collapse.

"Senior, there is a treatment method!"

Looking at Shura's appearance, Zhaoming was almost heartbroken and even had no master. He no longer knew what to do.

The monk shook his head: "It is a blessing to be able to save one's life, and there is nothing else to do. If you break it and then establish it, your strength may not be able to go further, but whether you can get out of the devil in your heart can only depend on himself."

"ah!"
Chapter completed!