There was indeed a warrior in the half-collapsed Buddha hall, a warrior who had seen the end from the beginning. He was there when the Devil-Faced Armor appeared to kill everyone, but in the face of the miserable situation outside, the man with his hair scattered, his body was thin, his skin was blue, and he held a huge three-edged shuriken with chains in his hand. And when Sen Luo stepped into this place and fought with the Ghost Face Armor, he also turned a blind eye, and when Sen Luo retreated to the door, the man did not move at all - not listening, not hearing, not seeing, not moving. As his skin shows, the man barely breathes, he's a dead man.

However, when Shimizu Hime, who was beside Sen Luo, reappeared, the man also raised his head slightly, glanced in that direction with his eyes open and closed, and then lowered his head again and did not move. In this way, the skeletal samurai and the dead man's well in the temple did not interfere with the river water, and they each quieted down in their respective places. The skeletal warrior was also looking at the half-collapsed Buddhist hall over there, "The living dead?" His voice was soft, but Shimizu-hime heard it, and she looked at the place curiously. Great resentment. Onihime said a word.

"yes, great resentment. You see, there is almost no resentment in my body, only demonic energy. The skeletal samurai's voice was smiling, "There is no resentment in the battle formation. However, after your revenge is avenged, when this resentment dissipates, the 'strength' has decreased a lot. "Moriro knows that Shimizu-hime can only show her form at night, and if she had been in the past, she would have been able to show her form in the shadows during the day...... But this is actually a good thing, and in this case, maybe one day I will be liberated and become a Buddha.

But the one in the Buddha hall, in this life, is not dead, at least in the foreseeable future, there is definitely no hope of becoming a Buddha. Sen Luo's eyes could see the flow of resentment inside, and he knew that this one had awakened from death with the deepest resentment, but he was afraid that even if the great revenge was avenged, he would not be able to rest in peace. "Poor man, too." The skeletal warrior muttered.

With a click, Senro's cervical vertebrae writhed violently—he twisted his head with so much force and so fast that he almost broke his own cervical vertebrae. "Shimizuhime, hurry up and hide! Something is coming! The skeletal warrior said, his tone full of helplessness, "What a long and varied night! Sen Luo restrained his demonic energy, and directly scattered into a pile of bones, obscured by the shadow of the broken wall.

In Sen Luo's eyes, the people in the Buddha hall moved. His movements are extremely fast and agile, not at all like those zombies who have been awakened - it is normal that he is the living dead, not zombies. A monstrous resentment poured out of this person's body, only a flash of light caused by the wind blowing the brazier outside, and the living dead was already standing in the open space in front of the Buddha Hall, where Sen Luo and the Ghost Face Armor were fighting. Sen Luo also really saw the appearance of this one, "like a volcanic heart, such eager and furious emotions." It seems that this is the one who woke this one up from death. ”

As for why he was like this, it was because there was a ghostly aura like fire and thunder in the distance that was rapidly approaching. Sen Luo felt this aura, among the monsters he had encountered so far, this ghost aura was the most powerful, it was completely as strong as a ghost god, the skeleton warrior felt that he might not be an opponent, and at the moment he didn't want to fight the owner of this ghost aura at all - the demon power it took to kill the ghost face armor was not a small amount.

Sen Luo heard the words of the living dead spit out word by word from between his clenched teeth, "Ren Wuyue slashes Honglang!" "The words are filled with the deepest resentment and the deepest hatred." Enemies. These were the words that Shimizu Hime whispered next to Moriro's skull - this female ghost turned into phosphorus fire, and actually got into Moriro's skull like this, causing this skeleton warrior to also sense a feeling similar to "itching". "Empty ....." The elongated female voice sounded in Moriro's head, and the skeletal samurai could only let out a low, bitter laugh.

The speed at which the ghost qi came was very fast, and in just a moment, the heavy footsteps had reached the bamboo forest. But in the blink of an eye, Sen Luo's skull had already seen this "ghost" named Chop Honglang. He was very tall, with no horns on his head, and his skin and appearance were the same as those of ordinary people—except for his particularly tall and strong body, his hair was also loose, and he was unkempt and dancing with ghostly energy, and he was wearing a samurai suit similar to that of a priest, and he carried a large sword commensurate with others at his waist.

That's right, Ren Wuyue Chop Honglang is more than two meters five tall, and he is indeed a "ghost" in the world, and the length of the Taidao "Red Steel Grudge Prison Pill" in his hand is almost as tall as ordinary people. In these dark years, he wandered around Japan as a "ghost", wantonly killing the creatures he saw. With heroic steps, the "ghost" stepped into the open space in front of the Buddhist hall, and under the swaying light of the brazier and the moonlight in the sky, the tall ghost looked at the living dead in front of him.

The living dead spoke again, still full of hatred, "Ren Wuyue slashes Honglang!" ”。 The tall "ghost" just smiled, and Sen Luo could see that there was no emotion in his eyes, and it seemed that he had simply forgotten who the living dead in front of him were—perhaps he had killed too many swordsmen and mortals for him to memorize them all. In the next second, a huge three-edged shuriken flew out, carrying a huge hatred and flying towards the head of Slashing Honglang. With a "bell", the three-edged shuriken returned in vain, and was pulled back by the living dead.

The tall ghost has already drawn the knife, this long big knife, the knife body exudes a red fierce aura, it is indeed a demon knife that has killed countless people. After absorbing so many living souls and drinking so much blood, even if it was once a mortal treasure knife, it should have turned into a demon knife that devoured souls. Sen Luo also silently praised a really good knife, and unconsciously used it to compare with his own five generations of Guoguang, "It can't be compared, it's too shabby." Sen Luo laughed at himself - the two sides are now facing each other, and I am afraid that there is no time to care about Sen Luo's almost silent sigh.

In terms of ferocity, I'm afraid that the five generations of Guoguang are not bad at all - it used to be, but now these five generations of Guoguang have gradually transformed, and I am afraid that it is not as good as this red steel grudge pill in terms of absorbing the soul and seizing the essence of people. Chop Honglang blocked the blow of the living dead with a knife, and without hesitation, he directly returned the color, and the knife light was like a waterfall, overwhelming, and it was directly slashed back.