This is an authentic master who has been cut into a human stick.

At this moment, the wound of the severed limb has already stopped bleeding.

Before the Ji family's four iron guards arrived, his subordinates had already bandaged him.

From beginning to end, Lin Yu never saw him move.

It seems that he has already accepted his fate.

But at this time, this tantric master, looking at him, had a strange look.

A wasted man who poses no threat to him.

Now that this kind of gaze appeared, Lin Yu had a bad feeling in his heart.

The aura of violence surged with it.

I want to tear the stick of the man who dares to desecrate the killing god with an irreverent gaze and tear it to pieces.

With a secret snort, Lin Yu suppressed the demon sword aura that was trying to erode his will again.

When I looked at Master Miluo again, I saw that his eyes suddenly widened.

The sealed mouth - in the mouth, he exhaled violently.

Wrap the tape around your mouth and wash it away.

Lin Yu's heart sank.

He almost forgot that there was another group of powerful enemies hidden.

Here, there is the sphere of influence of Tantra.

Since Ji Yuyuan was able to unknowingly attract the four Ji family iron guards.

Then Master Miluo, who is even stronger than him, will definitely be able to do the same.

Now, I have run out of oil.

The injuries in this body are more serious than ever.

Even if you care about it, it can be said that there is no possibility of recovery.

Lin Yu can be 100% sure that even if he is lucky enough not to die, he will become a real waste.

The kind of waste that can never be restored.

If the way of death, can be chosen.

He would rather die on the battlefield than die in his bed.

Since there is no chance of being spared.

That......

Why bother to survive?

The true dragon should perish above the Nine Heavens!

Thinking of this, his gaze drifted.

Walk up to a silver-white box and slash it with a knife.

An injection, rolling out.

He bent over and struggled to pick up the injection.

Then, he inserted it under his ribs and slowly injected the medicine into his body.

When Master Miluo saw this scene, his expression suddenly became sluggish.

In my heart, a terrible premonition passed.

It seems that a more brutal, more tyrannical, and bloodier fight is coming.

……

Eight red-robed lamas walked on the steep and steep mountains, as if they were walking on flat ground.

They're not fast, it seems.

Every step of the way, I walked slowly.

It seems that he is participating in meditation and worshipping the Buddha in his hands, soothing and peaceful.

However, if you look closely, you will find different things.

Although their frequency is not fast, the magnitude of their pace is staggering.

A distance of more than ten meters, one step by.

Suddenly, they stopped where they were.

One of them sniffed vigorously in the air.

"Senior Brother Miluo has shifted his position again, and the speed of the transfer is very fast, shall we continue to catch up, or go to the place where we stayed before and check the traces?"

The red-clothed lama asked in a low voice, his face a little hesitant.

"Keep chasing, don't waste time, and rescue Senior Brother Miluo as soon as possible. ”

After reaching a consensus, they deflected and walked towards the southwest of Michuan Mountain.

……

Mt. Michuan, in the southwest corner, on a mound about 100 meters high.

A person stood with a knife, facing the gentle mountain wind, looking into the distance.

The expression is cold and indifferent.

But what is even more obvious is the unparalleled arrogance.

Standing on the top of the mountain, it seems to be standing on top of the nine heavens, looking down on all living beings and all things in the world.

The shining eyes are so calm.

Silently waiting, but without the slightest anxiety.

Beside him, there was a lama who had lost his limbs, squatting on the ground.

On his face, there was a bit of horror that could not be hidden.

The auspiciousness and peace of the past have long since disappeared.

Cold sweat was dripping from the old lama's forehead, and his eyes flickered.

Like, something terrible, is about to happen.

His throat squirmed, trying to say something.

But one glance at the man with the knife finally said nothing.

The previous experience made him sure: this is a guy with a hard heart.

To the enemy, it is extremely cruel.

To himself, he is also ruthless.

In the face of death, he can be so calm.

Rao is enemy and I have different positions, and the old lama can't help but admire it.

"Unexpectedly, this is my final battle. ”

The voice of self-talk sounded at the top of the mountain.

Blowing in the cool breeze, drift into the distance.

The young man with the knife was covered in blood.

But instead of being embarrassed, it gives people a sense of solitude.

He stood there, facing the wind and the sun.

It's like, the center of heaven and earth.

Everything seems to be surrounding him.

Indifferent eyes, full of aura.

His left arm, as if wounded, was wrapped tightly around his body with a white bandage.

The exposed skin was covered with dense knife wounds.

But the blood has long ceased to seep out.

Powerful muscles that close broken blood vessels.

Although the wound has not healed, it is no longer harmed.

At first glance, the whole life is full of vitality and energy.

However, if you are a person who is well versed in medical science, you will see this kind of face.

It will definitely be concluded in eight words: prosperity and decline, return to the light.

Because, that kind of vigorous vitality is like flowers blooming, like cooking oil in a fire.

It looks brilliant, but it is difficult to last for a long time.

"Hiding in a foreign barren mountain, I don't know if Master Lin has any regrets?"

The old lama asked in a deep voice, his eyes shining with wisdom.

He just rightly concealed his anxiety in the depths of his heart.

At the juncture of a life-and-death battle, raising such a question can be described as extremely sinister in its intentions.

However, the other party didn't care and answered him lightly.

"Where Qingshan does not bury bones, if you talk about regrets, life in the world, how can you have no regrets, if there is a choice, Lin someone's final battle should not be with your Tantra, but with other people......"

At this, the young man let out a long sigh.

Immediately, his tone changed, and he said leisurely: "It's a pity that I didn't have a choice, and later, I will let you Tantra also understand that you chose the wrong opponent today." ”

As he spoke, the long knife in his hand shone with cold light, and the knife qi skyrocketed.

The killing intent condensed to the extreme emanated from his eyes.

The fierce and demonic long knife seems to have completely surrendered to him.

The burning life brought him unprecedented strength.

Enough, suppress the demon sword, sweep away the enemy's power.

The surging power is surging and churning in the body.

He could clearly feel how powerful that incomparable force was.

At the same time, life is passing away at a rapid pace.

"Hehe, the things made by the little devil are really a bit of a doorway. ”

He muttered to himself, staring down at his arm.

The muscles are full of muscles.

With a little exertion, the body swelled up like a balloon.

Seeing this scene, the old lama was terrified.

At such a close distance, he could sense the surge in the other party's momentum.

Compared to before, it's like a different person.

When you raise your hands and feet, the anger is agitated, and the wind is howling.

Terrible guys, terrible strength.

If time could be turned back, he would definitely not choose this kind of person as an opponent.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

It's no wonder that I made a mistake in the first place.

wants to avenge the two junior brothers who passed away.

So much so that the ghost lost his mind and agreed to join forces with others to encircle and suppress.

Unexpectedly, this plan not only buried himself, but also affected other juniors.

Thinking of this, the old lama sang a Buddha name: "Donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot." ”

"If the donor is willing, you and I will reconcile, and since you leave, the past grievances will be written off like a cloud of smoke?"

After saying this proposal, the old lama stared at each other with a look of hope.

"I don't cultivate good fruits in my life, I only love to kill people and set fires, the butcher's knife is in my hands, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky must also retreat. ”

Loud laughter resounded in the sky.

In the surrounding valleys, there are bursts of echoes.

Heroic and full of heroism.

The fighting spirit is high, soaring into the sky.

What the blade points to, when invincible.

Seeing this, the old lama slowly closed his eyes and recited the scriptures silently.

The karma of Shura killing has been completed, and it is difficult for Buddhism to cross the evil soul.

The echo continued, and a Buddha horn suddenly sounded around him.

"Donor, what a great majesty, such a strong murderous aura. ”

Immediately, eight red-robed lamas jumped from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

When they got closer, their eyes first focused on the young man with the knife.

"Donor, a body of slaughter, the difficulty of the Dharma, has its own Asura Hell Gate, open for you. ”

As he spoke, the eight red-robed lamas bowed their heads slightly, clasped their palms together, and called the Buddha one after another.

Then they looked at the old lama, whose limbs had been cut off.

"Senior brother is late, so that Senior Brother Miluo suffered this catastrophe. ”

The eight lamas bowed deeply, and their faces showed a little shame.

"I have this catastrophe in my life, I can't complain to you, all junior brothers, be careful of this person, he has fallen into the devil's path, and it is difficult to kill the evil. ”

The old lama nodded in return and reminded in a condensed voice.