"Mortal...... Why are you doing this?"

The floating corpses were all over the river, the river was red, and a man with a cloak of hair was placed next to a floating corpse, he grabbed a wooden plank and floated into the river, and a face had been melted nearly half under the action of the corrosive potion.

It was the most terrifying face in the world, and the hatred and curse that burst from the two eyes embedded in this face were even more terrifying than this face.

But this terror is just the wail of the reservoir dogs, all the effects of this terror can be caused are only the terror itself, and people with a little common sense and courage will not be afraid of this terror, let alone Zhang Lingshu, the person who single-handedly created the evil ghost in front of him.

"Mortal?"

Zhang Lingshu sneered.

"There's no room for you bloodsuckers in the mortal world!" he pointed his gun at the demon's eyebrows and shot a shot, blood splattering for a moment.

In the blood flowers, the one who fell was an evil ghost, and the one who stood was also a demon.

Zhang Lingshu casually threw the gun into the water.

"It's a stain on my gun!"

The guns sank to the bottom of the water along with the corpses, and with them were Zhang Lingshu's taunts.

The ship soon sailed away, away from the crimson waters.

"The inside is safe, it's the 'outside' turn. ”

Zhang Lingshu held the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, his expression was leisurely, but soon, as if he had thought of something, he shuddered.

"No, it's not at peace. ”

Zhang Lingshu turned around, and what he saw was a row of black muzzles.

The comrades-in-arms of the past, the former subordinates, and the accomplices who are still working with him to pull out the Wu family today all held guns and pointed at Zhang Lingshu's heart without saying a word.

A burst of gunfire rang out over the river.

……

Life is full of surprises.

When Mo Ye, who had recovered from his injuries on his own, returned to the present world, a surprise had been waiting for him for a long time on the ice field of the present world.

The surprise was chubby, purple and black, bare-free, funny and hateful.

"Oh, isn't this Master Chen. How did you get here?" Monk Lichen had become an ice sculpture, Mo Xie patted him on the shoulder, and with skill, he slapped it into the solid ice in two or three clicks.

"Since you're here, let's stay a little longer, I still have something to do, so I won't greet you. Mo Xie walked past the Lichen monk, whose head was only exposed outside the ice, but had to stop before he could take a few steps.

A cold hand reached out from under the ice and grabbed Mo Ye's left foot.

"Ah...... Amitabha!"

With the ugly sound of bone joints, the monk who was frozen into an ice sculpture in the cold wind and slapped into the ice by Mo Ye slowly struggled out of the ice, and black particles continued to peel off from his body, this scene was even more terrifying than when he was still an ice sculpture.

"Strong, systematic, and religious education is not advocated. "Mo Xie's body shook and used the 'Concussion Sword' to turn itself into nothingness, the monk's hand grabbed into the air, and after losing the main support point, the monk fell into the ice again.

Soon, however, the monk grabbed Mo Ye's leg again.

"The ghost is not gone!" Mo Xie wanted to take off, but at this time he found that he couldn't fly.

As one of the most difficult magical powers to practice in Buddhism, the art of Nirvana naturally has its extraordinary, and the weight on Mo Xie's leg at this moment weighs more than Mount Tai.

He couldn't fly with a mountain, so he used the 'Concussion Sword' again, breaking free of his cold hand and slamming several strong winds into the depths of the ice.

If the art of nirvana is difficult to entangle, it is difficult to entangle itself with immortality, and if it is faced with a means that is not aimed at killing the other party at all, the art of nirvana cannot play any role at all.

It is impossible to be called the "First Buddha" with such a trivial secret technique, and the monk Lichen kept reciting the Buddha's name in the fall, and the empty ice field was full of muffled echoes.

"Huh?!"

The essence of the sound was vibration, and the low echo enveloped half of the ice field like an enchantment, and the ice and snow began to collapse, and long before the ice and snow collapsed, Mo Xie lifted the 'concussive sword' state and fell on the ice field on his knees.

A line of blood ran down his lips.

The Heavenly Buddha actually harmed Mo Ye in the state of the 'Concussive Sword'!

"Look for death!" Mo Xie had already wiped the blood from his mouth with his palm, and a layer of blood gradually appeared in his eyes.

With his hand raised, Bai Yan turned into a sword, and poked the glacier in front of him into a hornet's nest.

The sound of the Buddha's horn disappeared, and the dusty monk who was covered in black particles crawled up from the hornet's nest.

He didn't pronounce the Buddha's name again, and he didn't even say a word or a word.

He just looked at Mo Ye with his dark eyes, and kept seeing Mo Ye upset and angry, wielding a raindrop-like sword aura to engulf him.

Mo Xie knew that what he was doing was useless, no matter how many times he had beaten the dust monk to ashes, as long as his offensive stopped, the dust monk would recover elsewhere.

To kill him is to fulfill him.

The dust monk turned into flying ashes, and the indescribable wind swept the dust towards Mo Ye, who seemed to be the minions of the undead.

This is the truth of the art of nirvana, and it is better to say that it is 'nirvana' than to say that it is an alternative and immediate 'relinquishment'.

Mo Xie smashed dozens of sword qi at the flying ashes, which were even mixed with the spirit extinguishing seal, but the flying ashes incarnated by the dust monk ignored all these attacks, like mist, and swept in like a mirror.

"No wonder I can hurt me in the state of the 'Concussion Sword', I see!" The name sounds high-sounding, but the diorama is so unbearable after being pierced, Mo Ye has no expectations for this, so he can't talk about any disappointment at this moment.

He reined in all his supernatural powers and let the ashes wrap around his body.

"This body was accepted by the poor monk!" Monk Lichen issued a declaration of victory.

"If you can take it, what's the harm in giving it to you?" Mo Xie sneered back.

The fly ash burrowed into Mo Ye's body, and a moment later it sprang out ten times faster than when it came.

"How is that possible?" the ash formed the face of the dust monk in the air, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible. ”

After killing Lin Ming and beheading the evil corpse, although Mo Xie didn't feel that he had made much progress in terms of strength and realm, his spiritual level seemed to have been commensurate. Now he can ignore most of the spiritual and spiritual attacks in this world.

Unfortunately, it is the most direct and simple of them, and no matter what means are used to package it, its essence is still just that.

"Boom!"

Monk Lichen's face once again scattered into ashes, only this time he did not pounce on Mo Ye again, but chose to run away, and very unwisely leaked his back to Mo Ye.

"Stay!"

Just as the dust monk researched the means to dismantle Mo Ye's 'Concussion Sword' after personally experiencing it, Mo Ye also found a way to deal with it in the first time after personally experiencing the invasion of flying ash.

The Huolin Sword appeared in Mo Xie's hand, full of evil intent, and a black pillar of qi was forced out by Mo Xie from the tip of the sword, and went straight to the ashes.