The old monk's face was full of compassion, his body was auspicious and Buddha-like, he was holding a rosary in his hand, and he just muttered to himself, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, and the sea of bitterness is boundless and turn back to the shore." The words gradually overlapped, echoing in this backyard to form a life-seeking Sanskrit sound, directly destroying the opponent's soul and sanity, and also dispersing the mana supernatural power, which is really a strong Buddhist supernatural power.

"It's really a good supernatural power, I haven't seen it in Japan." The skeletal warrior exclaimed, "Just with such distorted compassion and the demonic qi that enters the demon, how much power does it have?" The current situation looks as if an enlightened monk is trying to subdue the demon, and the iron-colored skull of Senluo in a torn robe is the "demon" to be removed.

It's just that the opposite is true......

How did this old monk become like this, Sen Luo didn't know, but he knew that this old monk controlled the powerful ghosts here, and these powerful ghosts all had resentment karma, and just recently, he had killed many ordinary people to seize the essence blood..... Although the mana on this monk's own body looked like the orthodoxy of Buddhism, Sen Luo could feel the monstrous demonic energy in it.

If left alone, this old monk is afraid that the nearby area will be turned into a demon country - the reason why there is still a living breath in the front yard is purely because this monk is still firmly confined to this backyard, and the demonic energy on his body will not be dispersed for a while and a half, maybe it is the last arrangement of this old monk before he dies - that's right, this old monk who appeared in front of Sen Luo is no longer alive.

Facing the old monk's life-seeking Sanskrit sound, Sen Luo just raised the knife and slashed it, this knife directly cut off the Sanskrit sound that echoed in the backyard, even if the old monk's mouth moved again, there would be no sound - the magic power formed by his magic demon qi was cut off with a knife, and if it was not formed, this magic power would be considered invalid.

"The donor is good at martial arts." The old monk folded his hands and read a sentence. "The old man has no choice but to do so!" With the monk's words, the ghost and the zombie jumped out directly and pounced on the skeleton ghost in front of him. Sen Luo let out a laugh, "Although you are a powerful ghost, you are not used to fighting, monk. With that, the skeletal warrior swung his sword again.

These ghosts and zombies are really not good at fighting, or they are good at killing ordinary people, and they kill their opponents more through the fear of the target in battle, so when facing soldiers who are used to fighting and killing, as long as they are not afraid of them, in fact, these ghosts are not difficult to deal with.

That is, the strength is greater than that of mortals, and the sword does not hurt when applied to the body. In front of Sen Luo, it was no different from the local chicken and tile dog - the sword light was just a flash, and the samurai of this skeleton swung the knife very casually, and his movements were not fast or slow, but the ghost zombie was obviously divided into different waves in different directions, but it was cut down by the same knife.

Whether it was a ghost or a zombie, they were all cut in two, and they didn't move in the bleak red sword light - the section was swallowed by the red lotus karmic fire, and the ghost disappeared and the zombie quickly turned into ashes. In the midst of the red lotus karmic fire, Sen Luo's movements obviously looked leisurely, and the skeletal warrior walked towards the old monk.

The monk immediately turned into a huge demon and grabbed it with one claw, but Sen Luo didn't even swing his sword, and the claw was already shattered in front of him. "Ran away?" It turned out that this evil ghost was actually an empty shell, and the old monk inside had already used the escape method to escape. "Where can I run away?" A double tone sounded, "In the end, we can't let the master's last wish come to naught, and we should send the master to liberation." ”

Sen Luo held the knife, if he was human, he should have closed his eyes at this moment. The skeletal warrior took a slow step, his long knife raised to his head and swung it down. Although there was nothing in front of him, the sword light seemed rather dim, and in the distance there was a flash of light like thunder, and then a drizzle fell, and the dead qi in this apse gradually dissipated, and the yin qi began to disappear.

"Amitabha, there is no Amitabha in the south ..... the night" Sen Luo put the sword away, put his palms together and recited the mantra of death, which was regarded as seeing off the old monk. For a moment, Sen Luo didn't want to leave like this, he walked towards the apse that had not yet collapsed - the coffin parked inside was already empty, and the zombies in the coffin had been killed by Sen Luo. It's just a bit of dust here.

The Buddha statue in the hall has collapsed, and the appearance of the Buddha statue can no longer be seen, the offering table and everything have been broken, and there is only one futon and a few coffins in the apse to remain intact. Sen Luo walked to the futon, sat down cross-legged like this, put the long knife beside him, and settled down.

The demonic aura on the mainland is far stronger than that of Japan, and the rampant demons are much stronger - Sen Luo needs time to prepare himself. Maybe he didn't have to fight so alone—there were people here who fought to relieve such nightmares. What Sen Luo needed was to figure out where he was going – north or south.

The Manchus in the north looked like pills, and they were all hung by sea – the population was dwindling, they were fleeing, and they were still raising so-called hardcore crops that they would not farm. But now these Eight Banners disciples are not wasted - because they have to expel those demons and monsters, where are there so many mage monks in the north, and there are mage monks who have Taoism to expel demons? In order to save yourself, don't you have to rely on your own martial arts archers to fight against these demons?

Most of the demons can be destroyed by ordinary swords and birds, and if they can be enlightened or some simple charms are used, there is no danger to those low-level demons - in Japan, a samurai can also slay demons, even if he does not practice spiritual powers. It's just that it's more troublesome to deal with those ghosts and ghosts that don't have bodies.

The situation in the south is much better, after all, many monks and Taoists with magic and even chivalrous people are unwilling to make a living under the rule of the Tartars, and they have followed the Ming Dynasty to the south, and the closer to the equatorial demon clouds the thinner they are, the number and intensity of the demons and ghosts are much lower - but the number of strong people in this is more than in the north, and it is all up to more cultivators and masters of the Jinyi Weidong Factory to balance these demons and ghosts, and contain each other so as not to be ruined.

Sen Luo finally decided to go north, he didn't know the situation on the mainland, but he naturally felt that there were more demons and monsters in the north, and there was an important gate of the demon realm in the north, somewhere in the north.

That was actually where Ming Sizong finally used the tiger talisman to summon at the cost of his life, and the demon army that protected the country killed countless Qing soldiers - before that, he let the prince go south and made it clear that he would take the throne immediately when he arrived at the place. Ming Sizong himself is by no means ready to survive - it can be regarded as the death of the king......