An unstoppable way that constantly devours the lives of the soldiers, which is a fatal blow to morale. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After paying for the lives of more than 20 people, the three elders ordered, according to Wu Ming's words, to keep some of the people in the state of vitality running in their bodies.

As a result, the situation improved somewhat, but there were still soldiers who died suddenly.

The third elder asked, "Gongzi Wu, how can you help now?"

Wu Ming replied: "You evacuate as soon as possible, I don't know the range of fluctuations, you should meet with Lao Wu immediately." ”

"Let's evacuate, so what are you going to do, Gongzi Wu?"

"Naturally, I'm going to meet that old monk!"

After that, Wu Ming explained a few more words, telling the three elders to be careful, and then in a flash, he rushed directly in the direction of the mountain.

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On the top of the mountain, a platform made of trees is simply built, the platform is about twenty or thirty people wide, and there are eight strange bronze statues around it, they are not Buddha statues, the peculiar faces, some of them are like abstract and exaggerated character sketches, but this exaggeration is not funny at all, but gives people a mysterious solemnity.

Behind the eight bronze statues, there are eight monks who do not know their age, but their skin like dead trees seems to be enough to show that they have lived for a long time.

In the center of the platform, there is a monk wearing a black monk's robe, the monk has a long beard, his face is ruddy, and his lips are shining with vermilion, and he is radiant.

Facing Wu Ming's sudden appearance, the radiant old monk opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a substantial essence of light in his eyes.

Wu Ming smiled slightly, his mind moved, and between the beating of the colored light and the center of his eyebrows, the essence light that shot out of the eyes of the old monk disappeared into the colored light like mud and river.

The colored light dissipated, and Wu Ming arched his hand and sneered: "The master is worthy of being a master, and if you set up this array, it is really worthy of losing your conscience, and killing people is invisible!"

The monk stood up, acting like a polite Confucian, and said to Wu Ming, "My Buddha is merciful, old man Zhiguang, presumably this young benefactor is Wu Ming, right?"

Wu Ming sneered and said, "Master Zhiguang is indeed proficient in Buddhism, and it is also a kind of compassion to die early and be reborn early! It seems that I am unforgivable tonight, and I have actually ruined the master's mercy!"

Monk Zhiguang smiled slightly, a picture of the kindness of a master outside the matter, and Wu Ming had goosebumps all over his body.

"It's okay, everything in the world has a certainty, since Wu Ming's donor suddenly made a move, it shows that these people have not suffered enough, and there is no way to get out of the sea of suffering!"

Wu Ming snorted coldly, unwilling to talk nonsense with the old monk anymore, took out his big iron sword from the storage bag, and said, "Okay, don't talk about these bullshit things anymore, come on, let's see the real chapter in our hands!"

Monk Zhiguang said: "The sword is a fierce thing, Wu Ming's donor is talented, why is his temperament so tyrannical!?"

Wu Ming sneered and asked, "If you don't do it at this time, is it waiting here to be overtaken by you?"

"Wu Ming's donor's ability, even if the old man wants to surpass you, it's not something that he won't be able to do for a while! So the old man wants to ask you, are you willing to belong to the old man's sect and practice in peace for a while?"

Wu Ming laughed exaggeratedly and said, "Monk Zhiguang, it seems that you have overtaken yourself! I don't know if you are ignorant or a kind of self-confidence!"

"Master Wu Ming, I pity your talent, and I think that you have the virtue of a good life in heaven, so I can't help but ask, now it seems that it is a pity!"

"It's a pity?!I don't feel sorry, because God I borrowed my hand to seek justice for those innocent souls who died at your hands!"

Monk Zhiguang shook his head with a wry smile, with a look of compassion.

Wu Ming shouted angrily: "Give me to the master, put away your disgusting expression, otherwise I will definitely let you die a desolate death!"

Monk Zhiguang regained his solemn appearance and said: "Speaking of incomparably desolate, I have a fair case that I want to ask the donor for, but Pei Feicui, but because of the donor's reasons, he died extremely desolate!

Wu Ming laughed and said: "It seems that you are really stupid!

Monk Zhiguang suddenly clasped his hands together and spat out a six-character mantra, which brought up invisible sound waves, like a heavy giant axe, slashing towards Wu Ming.

Wu Ming sneered, "This kind of thing is like hurting me?!Take out something decent!"

I saw Wu Ming raise his right hand, the vitality moved, and the adsorption power within the sea of qi was attached to the palm of his hand, under the deceleration of the Yuan Spirit Enchantment, those sound waves became extremely slow, Wu Ming waved his right hand, and the suction spread into the air, pulling the force force, so that the offensive of those sound waves disappeared!

Seeing this, Monk Zhiguang's eyes couldn't help but light up, "It seems that the donor's use of the power of rules has reached the realm of perfection, and it is really rare at such a young age!"

Wu Ming said coldly: "If the master doesn't come up with something decent, master, your mouth of talking nonsense will soon be able to stop talking nonsense!"

Monk Zhiguang laughed: "Since the donor wants to see the supreme magic method of the old man, then the old man will fulfill your wish!"

After speaking, Monk Zhiguang sat down cross-legged, purple light surging on his body, and he kept chanting scriptures in his mouth.

At this time, the eight old monks around the platform also had blue vitality light on their bodies, and they suddenly opened their eyes and chanted scriptures in their mouths.

Suddenly, above the whole platform, a golden halo appeared, and the halo was like layers of clouds, and between the halos, it was faintly visible, as if a Buddha appeared in it.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Wu Ming jumped, and under the swing of the big sword, the sword light crisscrossed and criss-crossed, and between the heavy sword shadows, a majestic dragon groan sounded.

Wu Ming's shot is the 'Canglong Seven Nights'!

Just when the dragon-like sword intent had been achieved, Wu Ming's face sank, and the big sword in his hand danced wildly, like a crazy killer.

The killing aura of the 'Extermination Knife Method' merged into the sword intent of the 'Canglong Qisu', causing Canglong to begin to show its teeth and claws as if it was going crazy, and head towards the golden impact of the hypocritical and serene aura that was spreading.

The roar continued to sound, and countless sword lights turned into strong wind, sweeping and spreading out in all directions.

I saw that in the golden halo above the platform, a golden palm suddenly appeared, and that palm was slapping towards the furious Canglong Sword Intent with a thick flame.

Under the roar of the distance, the entire mountain shook slightly, and the strong wind with various colors of light and flames completely swept the mountain peak.

Wu Ming's big sword was protected in front of his chest, blocking the impact of several strong winds, and after the volley flipped to the ground, his eyes looked at the platform not far in front of him in surprise.

The platform was motionless, and Zhiguang and the other eight monks sat up on it, and there was still golden light shining above, and there was a peaceful aura wafting!