An icy killing intent shot out of Fama's eyes, causing Amon to take a step back.

Although he knew that his words would anger the irascible clansman senior, he had to try.

He could feel that neither Lambda nor Fama, nor the nine gods of war in the distance, were hostile to everyone but him.

Especially this Fama, who is known as the guardian of the temple, the Sen Han killing intent that sometimes reveals in his eyes is not a fake, but a restlessness from the heart, perhaps because of his cultivation identity and the reason why he is also a Zu'an madman, he has been delaying to act.

In history, the Zu'an clan was spurned by humans after the Great War of Humans and Demons, and has not been born yet, perhaps even the temple has problems, as the guardian of the temple, he understands it very well, and he is also very aware of the degree of hatred for humans in the outside world.

Even himself, there was a hint of dissatisfaction.

But he had to protect his friends, and he believed that once he was taken away by Lambda, Wen Yiming and the others would definitely have a hard time.

He doesn't have the memory of the Zu'an clan, but he himself is a Zu'an madman, and he has the blood of this fierce fighting nation in his bones, so he thinks he understands the temperament of the Zu'an clan, and the kind of pride that comes from the bones, he has deeply felt it before.

He hoped that his words would bring about a change in Farma, or a turning point.

"Provoke me?"

Ama's smile was not smiling on her arrogant face, and when she let go, she patted Amon's chest and nodded: "I actually found the immortal bird suit of my temple, which is considered your merit, knowing that you are a radical general, Lao Tzu also admitted it, which is considered a reward for you." ”

Before Amon could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Farma waving his hand and said, "Don't think that you have succeeded, if you want them to leave alive, you have to come out with some skills." ”

Then he looked at Wen Yiming and said coldly: "There is no return to the sea of clouds, there is no absolute fairness, anyone who does not have the blood of Zu'an will be suppressed, it has always been like this." Any of you, or all of you, as long as you can take my basic attack, let you go. ”

Then he stopped Amun, who was about to speak, and said, "Give you three days to recover!"

Wen Yiming didn't speak, but just motioned for everyone to recover with all their might, and after taking some pills, he sat down, and let the living spirit recipe run on its own to nourish the injury.

He knew his own situation, although Situ Qianjian had hurt him heavily, it was not a big deal.

Only the injury of exerting excessive skills with the power of yin and yang is the most fatal, he feels that not only is the vitality seriously overdrawn, but even the soul power that he can't understand, as well as the deep potential has been tapped out in advance, let alone three days, if there is no suitable heaven and earth treasure or opportunity, don't think about recovery in three or five months.

The last shot itself did not have much true yuan and spiritual power, in order to smash the field before the Thousand Blades Realm was suppressed, he did his best regardless of the consequences, and at the moment of his coma, he almost couldn't even recover the dragon spear, he had a hunch that if he used it again, the Shura battle body would collapse and be directly downgraded.

He was scared!

He didn't think much about the conditions proposed by Fama, even if he recovered, it was estimated that he would have to mobilize mysterious forces to receive a basic attack from the opponent.

You must know that the other party is a peak-level god of war Zu'an madman, even Situ Qianjian has been completely violent, the ultimate mad Zu'an madman, the general attack is extremely terrifying, plus the explosive flame in his body ranked eleventh, it is definitely close to the strength of the super god of war, or even higher, otherwise Situ Qianjian would not be so vulnerable.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but wonder why Situ Qiandao's domain suppression didn't work on this Farma, what madness, pain burning, and virus butcher knife were completely unrestricted, and even their power had not been reduced.

For this reason, he also felt aggrieved for Situ Qianji.

He was not the only one who had this idea, Amon was even more itchy, so he simply stopped cultivating and directly raised the questions in his heart.

Amama snorted coldly and didn't answer, her face was full of arrogance, but Ramda explained: "We haven't heard of the Thousand Blades Realm, but this effect is indeed strong, but it is useless to the Zuan madman, and even to our Zuan clan."

Seeing that Amon was puzzled, Fama hurriedly said angrily: "Madness, the innate instinct of the Zu'an clan does not belong to the category of skills, how can he limit it." ”

Amon suddenly realized, and listened to Ama's proudly say: "After the Zu'an madman went berserk, any martial arts no longer consumed true yuan and spiritual power, and at the same time, the mode of martial arts was directly converted into ordinary attacks, the Thousand Blades Realm, that is a joke!"

The reason is very simple, but I don't know this theory, so I think it's mysterious.

At this time, Ama's eyes looked up to the sky and said, "As for his domain, which can suppress the enemy's domain, it is also useless to our Zu'an clan. ”

"Why?"

Amon asked, stretching his neck, looking eager to learn.

Farma snorted and said, "Because we don't have a domain!"

Everyone was stunned!

Ama's eyes saw everyone's expressions, revealing a look of disdain, and said: "This is called no tricks to win, there are tricks, eggs don't understand, do you think Lao Tzu is pretending to be humorous? This is martial arts!"

Then he looked at Amun, and said: "Zu'an madman, after comprehending the ultimate skill, there is no martial art, but any martial art is contained in his general attack, no matter how complex the mysterious martial art is in your hands, it will always be a slash, and there is no superfluous action." ”

Fama paced Fang Bu with his hands in his hands, and said slowly: "The essence of battle is violence, the purpose of all is to destroy the hostile, all cool martial arts are redundant, obviously you can stab the other party to death with a knife, but you want to add snakes to the snake for the sake of chic, that is a blasphemy of your own life, when you meet someone like Zu'an Crazy Man Nian who aims to kill, it will be too late to regret! And this kind of person is not a pity to die, they are not worthy of cultivation as martial arts, and they are not worthy of controlling killing." ”

Everyone stopped cultivating and recovered at this moment, sitting cross-legged under the towering ancient tree, listening quietly.

The truth, which is simple enough for children to understand, has become extremely deep in Fama's deep and magnetic voice.

Everyone felt something, and Wen Yiming couldn't believe it, in such a seriously injured state, he unknowingly activated the Void Aura.

The heart of the sword and gall exuded an incomparably tranquil atmosphere, and everyone heard not only the sound, but also the words floating in front of them, containing countless mystical philosophies.

"The road is simple!"

Fama was still pacing, and said slowly: "When you first enter the martial arts, a sword is a sword, and when you go deep into the martial arts, a knife is no longer a sword, and when you feel that martial arts are the Tao, a knife is still a knife." ”

"If the knife in your hand is for fighting, there will be no avenue to speak of, it is for killing, and the knife of killing is not to kill with a knife, but you have the intention of killing......"

I don't know when, the voice is far away, Wen Yiming and his party of thirteen people crossed their knees and closed their eyes, their breath is restrained, and their bodies seem to be blended into the air, naturally.

In the distance, Fama looked sideways as Amon's cultivation began to loosen and slowly rise, and he smiled faintly, his gaze falling beyond the cliff, revealing a softness that was extremely inconsistent with his countenance.

(End of chapter)