Jin An stood in the main hall of the Buddhist temple again,
In front of him was the incomplete clay Buddha statue.
Jin An glanced at the main hall, suddenly turned around and walked out of the main hall.
Outside the main hall stood Ayimaimaiti, Benny, and Aheqi. They were looking at Jin An with concern, who had been standing motionless in front of the Buddha statue since he rushed into the main hall.
Young Master Yiyun was also standing outside the palace at this time. Seeing Jin An come out again, her eyes were a little confused.
Girls are thoughtful.
She noticed a change in Jin An's aura.
Before she could ask, Jin An took the initiative and said, "How long have I been standing in front of the Buddha?"
Mr. Yiyun: "One hour."
At this moment, Ayimaimaiti and the other three people also gathered around with concern. What happened in the main hall of the Buddhist temple? When they chased after them, they were blocked by a layer of Buddha's light barrier and could not rush in.
Speaking of this, Ayimaimaiti said happily: "Just now, the Buddha's light barrier suddenly transformed into a demonic energy barrier. When the demonic energy barrier was about to completely pollute the Buddha's light, the barrier suddenly disappeared on its own. Fortunately,
Taoist priest Jin'an, you are safe and sound."
Jin An looked back heavily at the incomplete Buddha statue behind him: "That is the last trace of human kindness that remains in Utuk's heart, and it is also the seed of Buddha nature planted by Master Bandian in his heart. Even if he becomes a thousand-year resentment
He still retained the last bit of humanity and did not kill innocent people indiscriminately."
This eight-year-old novice monk.
Even though he has witnessed all the evils of human nature and was pushed into hell from behind, he still retains his innocence and kindness.
I just want to pay with blood.
I don’t want to kill innocent people indiscriminately.
Jin An knew very well that what he had done was far from enough. He still had a lot to do, and he must try every means to continue to pull him out of hell.
“Utuk? Master Pandian?” Several people looked at Jin An with confusion.
Jin An did not answer immediately, but looked around the Buddhist hall: "Where are the five little ghosts?"
When he said this, the cold air between his brows became obviously much heavier.
"They were scared out of the temple at the beginning. Originally, I wanted to catch them back because you were trapped in the barrier and had no time to take care of them for the time being." The answer this time was Master Yiyun.
“But the few painters I sent out have found their hiding place. If you need, I can catch them back at any time.”
Mr. Yiyun's clear eyes seemed to be able to speak. She looked at Jin An with concern, as if asking him what was wrong. His mood had been low since he came out of the main hall of the Buddhist temple.
Jin An turned around and looked at the incomplete Buddha statue in the main hall of the Buddhist temple. He spoke clearly and every word was as sonorous as gold: "I understand your regret..."
“I understand your obsession...”
“I understand all your grievances and all your hatred...”
"Blood debt must be repaid with blood! Murder must be repaid with life! This is the eternal truth! Give me a day and let me make up for the regrets you had during your lifetime. Let me complete your unfinished obsessions during your lifetime. Let me personally take care of all the mistakes you made back then."
Bring everyone to see you!"
“Please believe in the human world again!”
“Give me a day and let me make up for all your regrets!”
After Jin An finished speaking, he told everyone in detail about all the truth he had seen in the Buddha's illumination experience. When he learned all the truth, he learned about the most humanistic thing that had ever happened in this quiet Buddhist hall.
During the ugly tragedy, the three desert men with straightforward temperaments were so angry that they cursed the children and their parents as beasts worse than pigs and dogs. Even such good young monks and old monks dared to kill them.
Although Mr. Yiyun did not curse loudly, the cold color flashing in her eyes also proved the anger in her heart at this moment.
After they finished cursing, the desert men also swore to the sky above the Buddhist hall: "Young monk, don't worry, with so many of us helping you to avenge you, we will definitely let you take revenge!"
Little Utuk and Master Pandian had a very serious matter. They believed that people have a good side and wanted to save people who had fallen into hell. However, the hell took advantage of the kindness, which is the greatest weakness of human nature, and devoured both of them alive.
, the injustice that was already blocked in Jin An's chest became even more difficult to calm down after he recounted the suffering that had happened to the two of them.
He now wants to vent his unhappiness.
The Buddha is still angry,
To bring down this hell on earth,
he,
Not a saint,
How come there is no anger?
Jin An looked at the several forces hiding outside the Buddhist hall with cold eyes. Before avenging the little novice monk, he first had to wipe out those unsightly things, and then he could devote himself to making up for the little novice monk's regret after dawn.
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This is a two-story dome building with a very typical Western architectural style.
The dome building was filled with a strange smell and the Yin Qi that had not completely dissipated. The ghosts that originally resided here were killed, and a group of outsiders occupied the place.
This group of outsiders were leaning, sitting or lying down, closing their eyes to rest and recuperate. The strange spots in the room were emanating from these people, and that was the smell of corpse oil.
Use corpse oil to suppress the Yang fire on your body.
Thus deceiving the resentful souls and corpses filling the underworld.
Most of these people were wearing whips unique to the northern grasslands. At this time, there were a few people responsible for the night watch, standing behind the shadow of the window sill with half a window missing, looking at the Buddhist hall not far away with cold eyes.
"The things we didn't find during the day were unexpectedly hidden by those little ghosts. If those little ghosts hadn't taken the initiative to take them out, we wouldn't have been able to find anything even if we leveled the temple." The man who spoke
, the whole body was shrouded in a black robe, and the skin exposed inadvertently under the black robe was gray-white, like layers of stone skin.
The grassland peoples believe in the Black Witch Religion.
This man is the leader of this team. The name of the shaman is not allowed to be mentioned. The team respectfully calls him the Great Witch.
Black witchcraft is prevalent in grassland tribes. Great witchcraft is the spiritual realm of the grasslands. They are witches, witch masters and great witches. They are in turn compared to Qi practitioners, Yuan Shen leaves the body, and they travel around the world to control objects.
Great witch, there are strong men from the third realm who went into the desert to find the elixir of immortality for the Khan. It seems that the Khan of the grassland is indeed too old and his time is running out. Even the rare and precious great witches are sent out to find him the elixir of immortality.
The elixir.
"Great witch, those people in the Buddhist hall obviously don't have the advantage in numbers. Even if they are lucky and get what we want in advance, they may not be able to hold it. Do you think they will join forces with those Han people to deal with it together?
Us?" Standing next to the great witch was an old man with a gray beard and a strong frame who used a sword as a weapon.
Although the great witch was covered by a black robe and could not see the expression on his face, his head under the black robe obviously turned slightly to the side. The direction he looked towards was exactly where Yan Kuan and his group were hiding.
The great witch, who was covered in black robes, said in a solemn voice: "Those Han people are nothing to be afraid of. They pursued us all the way and were ambushed by us. Many people died. They will not conflict with us again in the short term."
"I know the Han people. Their favorite thing is to sit and watch the snipe and the clam fight. In the end, the fisherman will gain. After we killed many people in a sneak attack, they will not easily entangle with us. If they haven't found the Kingdom of the Immortal God, they will kill them first.
If everyone is dead, what will he do to fight us when he really finds the Kingdom of the Immortal God?"
At this time, another woman's sneer sounded in the room, seeming to be disdainful: "Those Han people suffered heavy casualties after our sneak attack. What can we do with the few who escaped alive? It's not enough for us and my wife to kill them."
“You say so, my forehead is hot.”
In the grassland tribes, forehead fever means husband.
Following the gaze, in the corner of the wall, a beautiful young woman with a plump figure stood with her back against the wall. She had charming silky peach blossom eyes and plump lips. Every time she spoke, she seemed to be exhaling like a orchid.
What a torturous monster.
She had needlework in her hand and was sewing on a piece of old men's clothes.
She was talking about a man's old clothes, her eyes full of admiration.
In her eyes, her husband is a man's clothes.
Looking a little lucid.
Everyone who saw this scene cursed a crazy woman in their hearts, and the flames in their abdomens that were originally aroused by the plump figure of the beautiful young woman were immediately extinguished.
The great witch's voice deepened: "As a woman sees it, the Han people are the most cunning. They like to hide their trump cards in everything they do. Never underestimate the Han people until the last moment, lest you underestimate the enemy and capsize the boat in the gutter."
The words of the great witch seemed to have angered a lioness, and the beautiful young woman leaning against the wall became furious on the spot: "You look down on women, as if you were not born from a woman's crotch, but jumped out of a stone by yourself.
"
This madwoman has no respect for the great witch in her eyes. When she gets angry, even the lions will retreat.
The big witch shrank his neck, almost regretting giving himself a slap in the face, and secretly scolding himself for being stupid. Why did he provoke this lunatic when he had nothing to do? The big witch and the white-bearded old man looked at each other, and they both saw helplessness in each other's eyes. They both scolded the woman like a shrew.
No way.
The other party is not alone. When the couple joins forces, even they feel a headache.
The great witch was worried that the commotion here would attract some powerful things from the underworld to peep at him, so he changed the subject with a headache: "I don't know where Sangmen went. He suddenly left without saying a word after the rain stopped at night. He hasn't come back yet. I'll be back soon.
It’s almost dawn…”
at this time.
A ray of green light appeared at the end of the sky outside. It was the first ray of dawn when the clear air rose and the turbid air sank, and the sun and moon changed.
“Witch, is that Sangmen really as powerful as you say? Apart from seeing him eating, drinking and sleeping with a few corpses along the way, I have never seen him take action along the way.” The beautiful young woman said in a questioning tone.
The great witch had been staring at the movement in the direction of the Buddhist hall. He frowned and said without looking back: "When the little Khan handed over the Sangmen to my hands, he warned me not to provoke the Sangmen. I also
I asked the same question as the little Khan, and the little Khan said that there is only one kind of person who has seen the Sangmen take action..."
Before the big witch finished speaking, suddenly, the air screamed, and without any warning, a cold man with a body as cold as black iron suddenly leaped up from nowhere, boom!
The earthen wall on the second floor of the dome building was hit by the sudden appearance of the crazy shadow, and a huge hole was opened. The earth and rocks that exploded inward collided into powder in the narrow space, and a large amount of dust billowed up from the hole in the wall.
"you……"
The great witch and the old man with a white beard holding a sword, facing this unexpected surprise attack, their eyes were splitting, and they were so shocked and angry that they dared to shout out a word. The domineering mad figure in the smoke didn't even bother to waste his words. The Kunwu sword was unsheathed, and in
A red heat wave set off in the room. The man with cold eyes raised his left hand as hard as black steel and slapped the Kunwu knife hard.
Boom!
Red flames exploded in Kunwu's sword, blasting out a terrifying aura that struck people's hearts, and a shock wave of fire visible to the naked eye swept around in an instant.
That is the Tao rhythmic movement hidden in the Kunwu sword that comes from some mysterious practice method.
Mortals cannot resist.
You should not spy on those who are not martial artists.
Even if the mighty one tries hard, it will fall apart.
This move, without reservation, struck with fists and knives, and the place was like a thunderbolt exploding, and a big explosion occurred.
Jin'an was like a ferocious beast from the ancient times that needed to be vented. He attacked with force without any unnecessary nonsense. The mysterious and domineering rhythm vibrating from the Kunwu sword shook all the buildings within ten feet on the cliff.
Collapse.
Twenty or twenty people resting in the building, as long as they are slightly weak, are all shocked by this palm knife alive, and the internal organs are shattered on the spot.
Less than five people escaped from the collapsed rubble.
There is a great witch among them,
The old man with white beard,
A beautiful young woman holding needlework and men's clothes in her hands,
There are also two strong men.
Jin An's move was too cruel, injuring the enemy eight hundred and damaging himself a thousand. The harder he stimulated the Kunwu Sword, the stronger the counterattack force he endured. The bones, blood, and muscles in his body were all boiling.
, the pain was so severe that even after he activated the Black Pagoda, he could not fully withstand the overbearing counter-shock force of the Kunwu Sword, and his body was shaking slightly.
But that cold and determined face didn't care about himself at all. He was feeling uncomfortable and just wanted to vent his unhappiness.
“Are you fucking crazy!”
“If you make such a big noise in the underworld, even if you kill us, you yourself won’t be able to survive the whole underworld being surrounded by corpses of resentful souls!”
Even the great shaman, who has the highest status in the tribe and is usually regarded as a god by his people. He is aloof and pampered. At this moment, he is facing the violent churning of Yin Qi in the underworld. He feels that there are more and more terrifying auras in the darkness.
Waking up with a start, he couldn't help but cursed in a haze.
Because I am too angry.
He forgot whether the other party could understand him.
But what greeted him was not Jin An's answer, but Jin An's landing on the cliff path. He kicked off his feet, and white air waves burst out from under his feet. Before he could see the figure clearly, the person rushed over instantly.
Boom!
The smoke and dust exploded, and the two knives struck each other, creating a masculine and domineering shock wave. A figure was thrown away like a cannonball, and finally his back hit the cliff hard to stop the flying backwards.
Poof!
Hada's heart was shocked, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood on his face turned abnormally red. Then he saw that the sword in his hand, which was awarded by the Khan, had a gap in it.
And the opponent's strange sword seems to be able to attack mountains, but its edge remains the same.
Hada's expression changed dramatically.
Seeing the white-bearded old man being chopped off by Jin An with a single blow, the expressions of the others also changed drastically.
There are many tribes on the grassland, but a tribe that can develop into ten thousand people on the grassland is a large tribe that cannot be underestimated. If the adult men are organized into cavalry and charge into the Central Plains, they can sweep away several cities.
The people of the grasslands are good at fighting and are strong in body. They can stand out as the number one warrior in a tribe of ten thousand people. They are by no means ordinary folk warriors.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is gifted and possesses extraordinary strength.
Hada was the number one warrior who emerged from a tribe of ten thousand people. He was famous for his natural strength since he was a child. As an adult, he could even control cattle with his bare hands. He was also commended by the Khan and personally awarded him an invincible sword.
In order to find the elixir of immortality for Khan and ensure the destiny of the country for a few more years, it can be said that they all came together with the best of them on this trip.
But such a prairie warrior couldn't even block the opponent's moves. He was injured and vomited blood with just one move. From a distance, the other survivors who saw this scene had their eyebrow muscles twitching. What a powerful force this must be.
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If the opponent goes to the battlefield with a mace instead of a knife, the ground will be filled with meat and meat, and no one can stop it.
Jin'an's brazen attack was like a signal. Young Master Yiyun, Aiyimaimaiti and others in the Buddhist hall immediately took action.
But the direction they rushed towards was not towards Jin'an.
Instead, they killed Yan Kuan's group.
Today they not only want to keep these people from the northern grassland tribes, but also Yan Kuan's people. They plan to take the initiative and catch them all so that they can deal with the funeral affairs of the Buddhist temple during the day without any worries and clear the obstacles in advance.
After Jin An chopped off Hada, an old man with white beards, his momentum was like crazy. The tip of the knife dragged the ground as he pressed forward step by step. The momentum on his body was rising steadily, and the tip of the knife dragged red sparks on the ground.
"Be careful with the knife in his hand. His knife is weird. Don't collide with his knife head-on. Your internal organs will be damaged!" Hada stood up with a disgraced face and solemnly reminded him.
“He has made it clear that he is going to kill us today. More and more dead people are being awakened in this underworld. If we don’t kill him, none of us will be able to escape! Kill!”
The great witch looked gloomy.
He took off the cloak he had been wearing on his head, revealing an old face. It was an unusually pale face, as if it had been lying in a coffin without sunlight for more than ten years. It had no hair, eyebrows, beard, and only a hooked nose.
The gloomy look below.
He pulled out the dagger and while chanting a curse, he opened his arms severely. No blood flowed out from the wound. At this time, he took out the ashes powder refined from three hundred years of ancient corpses from a brocade bag on his waist and applied it on it.
On the wounds on both arms.
A strange scene happened.
All the ashes were absorbed by the wound and flowed rapidly under his skin. Wherever it passed, the already extremely pale skin became even paler.
This kind of paleness no longer belongs to the bloodless paleness of living people, nor does it belong to the ashen whiteness of dead people, but is even paler than both of them.
At this moment, the great witch seemed to have turned into a psychic body. He was reciting crazy and chaotic spells. At the same time, a bloody and crazy world appeared behind him, with twisted human faces going crazy in the bloody world.
Crowded, mouths open and roaring silently.
At this time, the white-bearded old man Hada and the beautiful young woman took action at the same time, trying to buy time for the great witch to offer sacrifices to the gods.
The white-bearded old man Hada took out a red pill from his body. In the pill, you could see a bloody centipede slowly squirming. Looking at the slowly squirming bloody centipede in the red pill, Hada had a look of hesitation on his face, but in the end he
Still looking determined, he bit the pill and swallowed it.
A moment.
Hunda's body was filled with red blood energy, his energy surged, and his eyes seemed to have a blood-colored centipede crawling across his eyes. He raised his sword and struck with a thud.
The beautiful young woman also took action.
She giggled like a moth blindly fluttering toward the flames for love in a passionate love affair. She used needle and thread in her hands to embroider all her love and admiration for her husband on her man's clothes.
Death! Die! Die! Die! Die!
Death! Die! Die! Die! Die!
Death! Die! Die! Die! Die!
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It was obviously a face of infatuation, expressing love and longing, but what was embroidered in red thread were countless words of death. As the number of words of death increased, the madness of love in her eyes became stronger.
And this cursed man's clothing is bleeding out with every stitch.
It seems as if these words are not embroidered on the clothes, but directly embroidered on the woman's husband.
At this time, Hada, who was coming towards Jin'an, raised his hand and slashed with his sword. He plowed a long gap in the rocky cliff path and hit Jin'an hard. E!
The sword energy struck Jin An's hard black skin, and spattered out sparks like the impact of steel ingots. Jin An was unscathed, but Jin An still dragged the long sword backwards, approaching step by step with pressure.
Hada’s expression changed.
The two men did not give in, each wielded their mad swords and slashed hard. With a bang, the grass and vines on the cliff path were torn to pieces by the strong air current.
Jin An took a step back, but Hada took five or six steps back in a row. His internal organs were shocked and he vomited a large amount of blood again, and there was another gap in the sword.
“Come again.” Jin An spit out the word cold.
These two words of coldness were like a demonic voice filling his ears. Hada clearly didn't want to have a head-on conflict with the strange knife in Jin An's hand, but he just couldn't control his body and brandished the sword to confront Jin An head-on.
Boom!
Hada was knocked back six or seven steps again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth again.
The Zhanma Dao in his hand once again had a gap.
“Come again.”
Another word for coldness, Hada once again had an uncontrollable head-on confrontation with Jin An.
Boom!
“Come again.”
“Come again.”
“Come again.”
Hada was knocked back again and again, and he vomited blood again and again. There were more and more gaps in the saber in his hand, and after several head-on encounters, it turned into a serrated knife.
Hada's eyes were horrified, and the courage in his heart was wiped out by Jin An's weirdness. He didn't even dare to look at Jin An, and just wanted to run away from the madman in front of him.