"Master!"

A cry of panic and sorrow was heard.

"Bang bang!" Two loud voices rang out in this mournful cry.

The snake's tail and the human body fall to the ground at the same time.

"Master!"

Another roar was heard.

The wind is back!

Goku got up quickly and rushed as fast as he could.

knelt down, picked up the upper body of the old monk, and cried incessantly.

"Master, Master!"

Shouts kept coming!

A knife divided the old monk into two sections, and Liu Ziang sighed lightly.

"It's a failure."

Xu Ling led Ling'er to Liu Ziang's side at this time.

The candlelight has been extinguished, and the old monk is dead.

Liu Ziang put the knife into the sheath.

The gas engine in the temple returned to normal.

The moonlight finally broke through the door of the ancient temple, and the old window spilled into the temple.

The bleak light of Qingming brought light to the ancient exhibition.

Everything at a glance.

Xu Ling looked at the remnant of the old monk who was held by Wuming, and shook his head helplessly.

"If you come earlier, the Q&A will be quicker. With a single sword, when life and death are cut off, the old master can still maintain absolute sanity, and he will not die just like that. ”

Liu Ziang nodded helplessly.

Humanoid monsters will never die if they retain their sanity.

Although he will step towards death, he can hold on for a while because of his own sanity.

Liu Ziang had already seen that the old monk wanted to die by himself, and pointed out that he understood the unclear point.

It's a pity that when Liu Ziang finished asking the questions in his heart, the old monk's reason has been invaded by immortality.

Thousands of years ago, he was locked in a deep temple, and he had not eaten human flesh and blood for thousands of years, and this old monk had already reached the brink of being lost.

Liu Ziang and the old monk continued to talk.

It was also the two of them who worked hard to completely awaken the consciousness of the old monk and cut off the immortality.

It's a pity that it failed.

Thousands of years of torture and suffering, even the monks have not been able to persevere to the end.

"Little Master Wuming." Liu Ziang sighed lightly and called softly to Wuming!

However, his voice had just come out, and the crying of Goming stopped abruptly.

Then he turned his head abruptly and glared at Liu Ziang.

Wu Ming's delicate face was full of lust.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were fierce.

"It's you, it's you who killed my master!" He clenched his teeth and shouted viciously.

Liu Ziang and Xu Ling were both shocked.

Unexpectedly, this little monk who has entered the wonderful gate and got rid of the sea of suffering will break his heart at this time.

It seems that as long as Liu Ziang makes a slight mistake, he will draw a knife and cut people.

"Little Master, you have seen it too. The teacher is not a human thing, and there are many sins in him. Death is the best relief for the master. Xu Ling whispered to comfort Wuming.

"Presiding Master!" Wu Ming shouted fiercely, "Although the presiding master has done evil things, he has been taught by the Seventh Patriarch. Self-trapped deep in the mountains, self-locked ancient temples. The ancient Buddha of the green light all day long, locking up his sins. ”

"My master, why use you to kill!" He yelled and glared at Liu Ziang coldly.

In his eyes, tears flowed.

But his eyes are like fierce swords, and he wants to choose people to devour.

However, just as Wuming's expression became more and more fierce, and his expression became more and more hideous.

I heard a faint voice coming from under the moonlit night.

"If you don't enter the sea of suffering, how can you know the suffering of all beings? If you don't go to hell, how can you know the evil of hell? Enlightened disciple, do you understand? ”

The voice came out suddenly, and everyone trembled at the same time.

Liu Ziang and Xu Ling frowned, and looked incredulously at the remnant of the old monk that Wu Ming was holding.

The ferocious look on Wuming's face was also instantly retracted, and he turned his head at the same time.

I saw that the old monk in his arms slowly raised his head.

After a long time, the old monk turned his head to look at Liu Ziang.

"Thank you, Lord Liu, for being the first to drink on the occasion of thunder. Finally regained his consciousness at the moment of the curse's departure. ”

"Otherwise, I will have no wisdom until death, and my brother is sad."

"Besides, it's going to be a big mistake again."

Liu Ziang clenched his fists in both hands, bowed down and said: "Master cultivates more wisdom, and today's result is also predestined." ”

"Master, the time left is only in the blink of an eye, don't waste your time again."

The old monk stopped talking, and turned his head to look at Wuming with difficulty.

"Master, Master!"

Although he had put away his fierce look, Wuming's eyes were full of tears.

When the old monk looked at him, he shouted again and again.

The old monk shook his head and chuckled, "There is no need to be sad, as a teacher, this is the ultimate liberation." ”

After a little comfort, the old monk asked Wuming again: "Wuming apprentice, I will ask you for the teacher." Why am you so sad when I die? ”

Wu Ming stabilized his emotions a little, and hurriedly spoke: "Master raised me and nurtured me, taught me the wonderful method, and had the grace of recreation. ”

"If Master dies in bliss, but I am indifferent, I am the Son of Man! Master! ”

The old monk shook his head, "Disciple, that's the case." Have you ever wondered if the person you kill for the sake of breaking your karma is the father of another, the teacher of another, the husband of another, or the son of another? ”

"Have you ever thought that the people you have beheaded will also be sad and weeping for them?"

Wu Ming was slightly stunned, and his face changed slightly.

But the next second, he shook his head heavily.

"They are different from Master."

"Different from me?" The old monk chuckled.

With great difficulty, he raised his hand and pointed towards the statue of the Angry-Eyed King who had disappeared into the darkness of the night moon because of the absence of the candle flame.

"Lord Liu, I'm annoying you."

Liu Ziang nodded slightly, and then silently retreated under the angry Ming King.

The old monk didn't say what he needed him to do, but Liu Ziang already knew it in his heart.

He didn't dare to waste any more time.

After taking a deep breath, he suddenly pulled out the Pu knife and pulled out the long stick at the same time.

In an instant, the knife and the stick are combined into one, turning into a long knife.

Then grasp the hilt of the knife with both hands and take a lunge with your arms extended.

Straight towards the statue of the angry-eyed king.

Chop! Horse! The blade of the knife easily pierced into the statue of King Ming.

When the long knife reversed, he also saw the cold light flashing violently.

In the blink of an eye, the knife was pushed to the limit.

Draw a semi-circular arc to break away from the statue of King Ming.

Liu Ziang quickly turned his hands, removed the combination of knife and stick, and put the knife into the sheath at a very fast speed and tied the stick.

Just as the knife and stick returned to Liu Ziang's waist.

Then he saw the statue of the angry king divided into two from the center.

Like a gourd that has been split in the middle, the left and right halves are tilted and fallen.

'Bang la la'

Suddenly, a soft sound couldn't stop coming out.

Liu Ziang, Xu Ling, and Wu Wu, who had already turned his head to look, all stared at the limit at that moment.

I saw the statue of God after it was dissected.

Human skulls as pale as snow rolled from within the statues.

One by one, like a ball, it fell to the ground and kept bouncing.

One by one, like ghosts, under this moonlit night. Those empty eyes seemed to tell endless resentment and resentment!

This statue of the Ming King is filled with pale skulls.

Although it was not small to roll from inside the statue, there were countless heads stacked on top of each other.

This statue of the Ming King, but just in a slash of kung fu, it turned into a Shura golem.

It's terrifying, it's weird.