Lin Ji turned around, looked at the town in the distance, and tilted his head slightly.

"I never wanted to kill people, but in order to live, I had to kill people, and I never put murder in the cloak of hypocrisy, because after all, those are living lives, but ...... You know, if I die, more people will die. So I can't die, and I can't die. But I'm probably going to die today. I'm so sorry, but I'm going to drag you to die with me. Lin Ji looked at Haoyue who was standing beside him with some apologies, although his eyes were covered with strips of cloth, but he was also covered in blood.

This self-contained sutra priest who is well-known in the Buddhist country is very resolute in standing with the murderer in their hearts today, and it is obviously very different from the position of the master in their hearts. But Haoyue Qing'er doesn't care about this, right is right in his heart, and wrong is wrong, so he has no fear, so he has no regrets.

Lin Ji felt that the breath was getting closer and closer, and confirmed that he couldn't leave, but he was not so willing to give up easily, so he began to prepare and stretched out his left hand behind him.

An old monk over 100 years old, holding a tin rod, accompanied by dozens of monks, slowly walked into Sheli Town, along the road leading to Qingsong Temple, walking slowly.

The street was full of people, and people looked at this scene curiously, saluted very politely, guessed the identity of the old monk, and gradually a word spread among the crowd.

Suddenly knowing that the host of Putuo Temple had descended to the world, he couldn't help but be shocked and speechless, and he got out of the way, knelt on both sides, and bowed his head in ecstasy and excitement, looking extremely pious, and after a while, the ground was all stained with blood.

Where the old monk walked slowly, the sea of people gradually separated, like waves, revealing the sand surface of the seabed, and the wind came up from the lake, and the robe on the old monk's body danced lightly with the wind, as if walking in the middle of the sea.

On the other side of the sea of people, Lin Ji killed people with a sword, and he also killed a bloody road in the sea of people, two roads with completely different meanings, relative to each other, and there will be a moment of meeting.

The two roads finally met, and the sea of people was divided into two sides, and the middle was through, and there was no obstacle to seeing each other.

The old monk saw the young man covered in blood.

Lin Ji looked at the old monk with a light robe and saw the tin staff in his hand.

The old monk looked at him and smiled slightly, and slowly lowered the tin staff.

When the sea of people gradually separated, Lin Ji had already raised his left arm and aimed steadily in that direction.

Lin Ji's hand was very stable, just like his state of mind at this time.

He knew that this was the most powerful enemy he had faced alone, so he didn't hesitate or leave anything to chance, what he hoped was to be able to surprise him, catch him off guard, and then change him.

With a buzz, his left arm shook violently, and a white turbulence bloomed from the tail of the Broken Xuan Arrow, and then disappeared suddenly.

The next moment, the arrow came dozens of feet away and came to the old monk's body!

Lin Ji didn't say a word, didn't have a trace of expression change, didn't ask who the other party was, what did he mean here, didn't plead, didn't shout angrily, just shot an arrow.

No one expected that the battle would start so suddenly.

Lin Ji was so disrespectful to the first person in the world's Buddhism.

It's chilling because it's sudden.

After Lin Ji finished shooting this arrow, he paused slightly, because he noticed that for a period of time when he shot the Xuanxuan Arrow, or rather shot the Xuanxuan Arrow, the old man did not react at all, and he couldn't help but be a little confused for a while. But it was only for a moment, and it didn't disrupt his plans.

So he shot the second and third arrows in succession.

No one dared to ignore his own Broken Arrow, Lin Ji had seen Zhijing shoot, so he dared to conclude that Zhijing was not strong enough to ignore his own arrow.

However, the old monk still did nothing.

Lin Ji was faintly excited, because he believed that Zhijing would definitely pay the price for his conceit.

However, he was also faintly vigilant, knowing that even if Zhijing was conceited, he would not and could not do nothing, so he let himself be shot alive.

Excitement and vigilance turn into uneasiness, and finally into confusion, no matter what kind of emotion it is, it is actually only a momentary thing, countless times shorter than the moment that Buddhism says.

After that extremely short period of time, what happened left Lin Ji with only one emotion left in his mind, that is, shock, extreme shock, except for shock, there was no other thought.

With a whoosh, the Xuanxuan arrow hit Zhijing's heart.

In Lin Ji's eyes, only the spinning tail of the Xuanxuan Arrow remained, but Lin Ji confirmed that the arrow had met Zhijing.

But the sharp arrows failed to enter his body!

The previously invincible Breaking Arrow seemed to have hit a steel plate, and then the hard arrow body was suddenly bent!

There was a dull crashing sound, the wind splashed, and the robe on the old monk's body danced with the wind.

The iron arrow that hit his chest, like a straw intent on piercing steel, fell, and fell at the old monk's feet with a crisp sound. It looks so ridiculous.

The wind fell, and the robe on Zhijing's body no longer fluttered.

A piece of cloth fell from Zhijing's chest, like a dead leaf.

That's all the damage that the Broken Arrow can do to Zhijing.

Looking at this incredible scene, Lin Ji's body fought slightly.

He became stronger, this was the first thought that Lin Ji came up with. Become very strong, maybe break through that realm, maybe on the way to break through that realm, in short, you can't defeat yourself, and even the slightest chance of escape is gone.

Everyone in the town has knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Zhijing, in the hearts of the ignorant believers, Zhijing is the Buddha, and the previous picture of Zhijing carrying arrows made them even more awe-inspired.

Lin Ji looked at Zhijing, was silent for a long time, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "You have broken through the realm?"

Zhijing glanced at Haoyue behind Lin Ji, he was extremely dissatisfied with your title, but he calmed down after only a moment, and he was thinking about what to do so much with a dying person, he shook his head and said slowly: "If I break through the realm, the first thing I will do is to set foot on Youxian Mountain and tell that old man." ”

Lin Ji was silent again, and then said, "You are aiming for the master, can I understand it like this?"

Zhijing was stunned for a moment, he knew that the old man on the Immortal Mountain had become his heart barrier, but he couldn't get rid of it, even if he had become an ordinary old man with no power to restrain the chicken.

"Maybe. ”

"You'll never be able to compete with him, let alone beat him. Lin Ji said sarcastically.

A wave of anger swept through Zhijing's heart, but it was fleeting.

"Mr. Three is really good at fighting, he refuses to let go of such a small detail, and still wants to disturb the old man's mind. ”

Lin Ji was slightly disappointed. But he did not deny what the old monk said.

Zhijing looked up at the bloody path that Lin Ji had walked and said, "Mr. Three, you are too ruthless and ruthless, you have killed so many people, is it the spirit that Xianshan upholds?"

Lin Ji looked at this terrible old monk, suppressed the fear in his heart with an extremely strong will, and said: "You are wrong, I am not cold enough, if it weren't for the hesitation and delay of some time when killing that child, otherwise we would have left at this time." ”

Zhijing sighed and said, looked at Oh Haoyue behind Lin Ji and said, "Spread the scriptures to Master Haoyue, you are now in the same league as this demon?"

"If it weren't for the Adversary's efforts to save me, this Adversary would have left here long ago. Everyone in the world calls the master a Buddha, and Master Xiangbi also thinks he is a Buddha. Good and evil are relative. It seems to me that today he is killing people to save more people who have been enslaved by you for generations, not only in body but also in soul, and you have no patience. Haoyue stretched out her hand to take off the black cloth on her eyes, but was stopped by Lin Ji reaching out.

"You are a Buddha, you have not killed anyone, and you should not have seen this bloody scene, if there is one person who is responsible for today's events, then it must be me. You know, I'm already a devil, so I'm not afraid to be what people call a more powerful boss. Lin Ji sniffed the smell of blood in the air and shook his head with some disgust.