Sun Miao jumped to the highest point, and the moment he turned down, what he saw was a skull of white bones rushing over, and under the skull, was the terrifying huge bone claw.

Is that...... Complete.

The resentful soul, it is not that it did not catch up with Sun Miao, but it is waiting for Sun Miao, and the moment Sun Miao's jump to the highest place, it also rushes over.

Damn, the threat of death made Sun Miao's nerves tense to the extreme, his hands drew a staggered arc in the air, there was no time to draw the knife, and the dark silver twin stars appeared in Sun Miao's hands at the same time, staggered left and right, and pulled the trigger.

What's going on? A soul body can actually run into a temple and a Buddhist hall to commit murder?

Sun Miao scolded in his heart, so I hate these gods, Buddhas, immortals, or something the most, because they are completely useless.

The Thunder, the Lord of Fire.

The huge impact pushed Sun Miao backwards, but it was still too late, and the Thunder Emperor and the Fire Lord hit its pair of bone claws at the same time, pausing them for a moment, this was the moment.

Thunder step, thunder is extremely fast.

Sun Miao stepped on the fingertips of the bone claw, and the bone claw pierced Sun Miao's shoes like cutting tofu, and at the moment when the stinging pain came, the thunder burst out, allowing Sun Miao to avoid the fate of being completely pierced on the soles of his feet, but he could feel that he must have pierced a deep hole.

The crisis was not lifted, and the power of the wind and thunder broke out, but the left shoe that Sun Miao used to burst out of pulse was completely out of control, and Sun Miao's people were like liberated balloons, which were washed out by the air current, and there was no way to stabilize it, so they crashed into the Buddha hall and hit a Buddha statue. The Buddha statue was tripped by Sun Miao's pants and fell down, and the Buddha statue fell backwards and hit another Buddha statue behind it, and as a result, they fell down together. It was the fall of this Buddha statue that helped Sun Miao reduce a lot of cushioning, and there was no such direct result of hitting the ground.

And the resentful spirit had already appeared through the wall at the place where Sun Miao should have fallen, and it seemed to have calculated the location where Sun Miao landed, but it accidentally caused Sun Miao to hit the Buddha statue.

With the shattering of the Buddha statue, the wounds on the fallen Sun Miao's body had many more wounds cut by masonry and porcelain, and the wounds that were no longer bleeding also burst open, and blood gushed out like a spring.

There was a heart-piercing pain in his right arm, and it was only at this time that Sun Miao could see clearly that it was a terrifying stab, and even white bones could be seen at the wound, and blood was gurgling out.

"Ahh Sun Miao finally couldn't bear it anymore, and howled out loudly in pain, the delicate face was distorted, and he could only use his left hand with all his strength to press the terrible wound, and his body kicked back as much as he could, trying to stand up, trying to get out of this room.

As the Buddha statue fell, countless broken earth and stones on the ground were sprinkled all over the ground, and the deep white bones of the resentful soul began to condense and pounce on Sun Miao.

When Sun Miao grabbed something and was about to smash it, the entire Buddhist hall suddenly burst into golden light, and it was solemn in an instant, and the resentful soul seemed to be unusually sluggish when it was illuminated by the golden light, and it couldn't move, and the terrifying bone claw stopped in an instant when it was about to pierce Sun Miao's throat. It seemed to lose its ability for a moment, as if it had turned into a wax figure.

"There is no Amitabha night in the south, and there is no Dortagada night...... An old voice came in from outside the door, accompanied by his voice, the golden light seemed to become bright and bright, the Buddha statues on the surrounding murals and the broken Buddha statues on the ground all exuded a strange golden light, it seemed that there was such a moment, Sun Miao felt that the Buddha statues around him were watching him, or angry, or happy, or angry, or stupid, Sun Miao felt that at this moment, he had some thoughts of wanting to worship.

The back door of the Buddha hall slammed open, and a monk rushed in like a whirlwind, blocking in front of Sun Miao, this monk was thirty or forty years old, with a bronze complexion, ordinary facial features, an angular face, a calm and restrained look in his eyes, but a faint smile on his face. When Sun Miao saw him, his tense nerves immediately relaxed, this person was the future World Venerable, the Mad Buddha.

Seeing this person, Sun Miao knew that no one would be able to hurt himself now.

And after him, an old monk dressed in a yellow old monk's robe and white hair slowly walked in from the door, his steps were slightly deep and steady, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, holding a wooden fish in both hands, one step at a time, the treasure was solemn, and he looked like a monk.

The moment his mind was put down, Sun Miao felt that the thing in his hand had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, this thing in his hand, Sun Miao almost took the thing that was thrown out, Sun Miao had the illusion that his hand had long been accustomed to this thing, and turned his head to look at it, except for the blood on his arm, it was a strange-looking stone, like a pure white stone the size of a small stone. It takes no effort to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere to get them?

Buddha's heart relics.

Sun Miao tightly grasped the relics in his hand, completely relaxed, the whole person, just fell down in a daze, the last trace of afterglow, the resentful soul seemed to be the old monk was really overtaken by the old monk's past scriptures, the body surrounded by black gas was like a candle on the flame, quickly tumbling and melting into a wisp of green smoke, disappeared without a trace, the last black shadow flashed, Sun Miao fell to the ground.

"Master, what should I do with this thief? Looking at the scene in front of him, the future World-Honored Mad Buddha obviously knew Sun Miao's intention.

"Jueyuan, you can move them to the meditation room to rest, and treat his wounds quickly. The old monk's voice was calm, and there was no trace of joy or anger to be heard.

"Huh?" Hearing such an answer, the mad Buddha, no, the monk who was still Jueyuan turned his head and said,

"Amitabha, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and deal with the matter that the Buddha Hall came to me about this donor. The old monk said lightly and turned his head to leave.

"Okay. Monk Jueyuan said to the little wolf cub who was standing in front of him less than the length of his little arm: "Hey, I am trying to save your master, you are blocking it like this, and he will be finished in a while, so I'm sorry." ”

After saying that, Monk Jueyuan stepped forward directly, stepped over the black flame, and clicked his fingertips on Sun Miao's body a few times, and the few springs on Sun Miao's body seemed to stop bleeding in an instant.

Hei Yan didn't understand what he said, what he was going to do, seeing him take a step forward, he immediately jumped up, and bit the monk's calf, but there was no blood spilling, it was like biting on a piece of steel, making a creaking sound, it bit hard, and didn't let go.

Monk Jueyuan sighed slightly, and was not angry, still smiling, holding Sun Miao and walking out of the door, there was still a wolf cub hanging on his calf, with his pace, the body of the little wolf cub was like a willow note in the wind, fluttering in the wind.

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"Damn, it's been ten days, what to believe in him to believe in him. Xu Wenxuan, who lived in the largest hotel in Qinghui City, felt that he was about to go crazy, and the inexplicable pressure was crazy, should he notify his family to take refuge? Can he believe his letter to the city lord? What should he do now? What is written in that letter to the city lord? Xu Wenxuan felt that his head was about to explode.

"This letter is a letter addressed to Sun Bin of Thousand Stone City, and Miaojun said that he asked me to send it back, but I don't know how to send it, so I need Wen Xuanjun's help. Shin Sakura's words were soft and soft, very beautiful.

But Xu Wenxuan didn't have time to appreciate it, he just felt that the whole person was a little nervous, and he really wanted to open the letter to see what the person who hurt himself and made a mess of hairballs would write. After a lot of endurance, he finally sent three letters with Xinying, one was received by Sun Bin, the city lord of Thousand Stone City, and the other two, Xu Wenxuan didn't know it, but he felt a little familiar. Xu Wenxuan, who was already anxious, didn't bother to think about it, so he anxiously sent the letter he had written to the city lord of Thousand Stone City and his own home.

He must send it to the City Lord, or even send it to him first, because if he knows such a thing from someone else's mouth, the entire Xu family is probably finished, and there is definitely more than one Xu family in Thousand Stone City who will fall.

He wrote all the causes and consequences clearly in the letter, and if he still didn't believe it, then he could only do his best to obey the fate of heaven.

Damn, do I still want to sign up for Qinghui Academy? I originally belonged to the accompanying students, but the person who was going to come didn't come, but the accompanying person came, which is a coincidence of fate?

If this really happens, Sun Miao will definitely agree with his words, once the admission book in his hand finally fell into Xu Wenxuan's hands, and Sun Miao was enrolled in the next year.

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In the darkness of a certain party room, the door slowly closed, and the person just now slammed out with all his strength, and blood stained the ground red.

A man dressed in black slowly sat at the top of the empty position, he slowly spoke, his voice was cold and deep: "According to the rules of the night owl, if I win, then I will be the head of the owl, not bad." As he spoke, he threw a black ring on the table and placed another ring on his right index finger.

There were ten people in the hall, and on the huge long table, except for the most important position, and the third-to-last position were empty, and there was a person like him sitting in the same position, wrapped in black, and there was no information other than his size. Each of the men in black sat up straight, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with them.

"Yes, you're the head now. Giggles, let's just say that what a little girl is not doing well? What do you have to do to be a killer? Now it ends up like this, giggles. The voice of the person on the right in the second row of his hand spoke slowly, his voice couldn't distinguish between men and women, and he didn't even know his age, but he was very hoarse, as if he was also a real night owl imitating people's speech, and the bones of the listeners were a little numb.

"Hmph. There was a cold snort across from him, it was a woman's voice, because it was only a nasal voice, so the others couldn't tell anything about it, but they could feel that she was clearly dissatisfied with what she had just said.

"Now, I'm posting a mission, the first one, to kill someone, and here's the photos and materials. The man at the top slowly pushed a piece of paper and a photo to the front.

"Giggles, are you sitting in the position of the head of the owl in order to kill this man? The night owl-like voice sounded again.

"Xiao San, don't ask what you shouldn't ask. The top of the head looked at him with an eye that almost looked like a dead man.

"Giggles, yes, Your Excellency, as long as you come up with the starting price, even if it is the head of His Majesty today, I can get it for you, but such a little baby who has not grown all the hair, let's give it to the people below to practice. He slowly stretched out something that looked like a wooden stick, tapped it on the paper on the table, and then slowly pushed it down.

One by one, one by one, and finally passed it to the last person, who seemed to be disdainful, and finally said: "A little doll, practice your hands for those reserve personnel." As soon as he finished speaking, the piece of paper in his hand flew out and disappeared like a flying blade through the crack in the window. This precision and strength are simply inhumanly terrifying, and it is this self-confidence that makes him disdain to do it to the person in this photo, because it is really embarrassing, it can be said that if he takes this task here, he will not want to look up at this table, and it will still be a shame to do it.

Night Stalkers, the most terrifying murderous organization in the Empire, a murderous organization that will do anything for money and profit, they also pursue something else besides money and profit. Because with the money they have earned in recent years, they can almost buy a city.