Liu Ziang, Xu Ling and Wuming all trembled fiercely in their hearts.

It was only in an instant, and their faces had become extremely ugly.

Even Xiao Ling'er opened her mouth wide and couldn't speak.

"Enlightened apprentice!"

Just when everyone was in extreme shock, the old monk's voice came out again.

"You say I'm different from the one you slew you."

"But do you know that as a teacher, he once ate hundreds of people every day and drank blood at night."

"Being a teacher is the real evil of evil, the devil of demons."

"Master?" Wuming turned his head in horror and looked at the remnants of the old monk in his arms with horror in his eyes.

It was only when he called softly, and the old monk's voice came out again, "As you can see, should you die as a teacher?" Is it a damned person? ”

Goming gritted his teeth.

Tears were pouring down his eyes again.

Horror, hesitation, heartache, etc.

All the emotions of sorrow and surprise came to my heart.

Wu Ming only felt that his chest was clogged and his throat was dry.

Such an old monk naturally deserves to be killed.

But he is the one who raised himself, how can he do it?

Even, he didn't dare to admit that the old monk was indeed the one who should be killed.

Bean-sized tears fell, but Wuming never said a word.

A chuckle came from the old monk's throat.

After chuckling, he coughed several more times.

This old monk had obtained the secret art of immortality.

Although he was cut in two by Liu Ziang, he was also cut off by Liu Ziang for his immortal secret blood and secret bones.

But it still has a good vitality.

But at this point, the old monk almost really persevered to the limit.

As he coughed lightly, blood spilled from the corner of the old monk's mouth.

"Master!" Wu Ming trembled, and hurriedly stroked the blood overflowing from the corner of the old monk's mouth with trembling hands.

The old monk was still blunt.

"Enlightened apprentice! Even though I am a great evil, you still have reluctance. It can be known that for others, the relatives and friends of the person you have beheaded are also the sorrow of the new life. ”

"In this world, how can a murderer and a person who breaks his karma be free from iniquity? How can you purify your body? Dust-free? ”

"Master?" Wuming spoke with difficulty, sobbing incessantly, "Am I wrong?" Is my asura meditation a foreign path? ”

"Master? Is it just a simple murder to cut off people's karma? ”

Hearing these words, Liu Ziang and Xu Ling both frowned slightly.

The old monk is now aiming to enlighten the enlightenment.

But for them, these words undoubtedly played a role in enlightening them as well.

They often have to face bloodthirsty flesh-eating monsters.

If you want to talk about the heart, I'm afraid that I have already fallen into the darkness.

Liu Ziang and Xu Ling are both self-conscious.

If you also encounter the ordinary people who have killed countless people, you will be like Wuming, and you will not hesitate to solve it.

And most of you feel like you're doing a good deed!

But now, what the old monk is doing and saying is negating the enlightened Asura Zen.

is also denying Liu Ziang and Xu Ling.

The two of them also fell into deep thought at this time.

I also asked myself in my heart, is this practice wrong?

Should not the wicked should be killed?

The three of them waited for the old monk's answer and guidance.

However, he saw that the old monk suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Wuming's neckline tightly.

shouted fiercely: "In vain! Kill me! Kill me. ”

"Master?" Wu Ming trembled heavily and looked at the old monk in horror.

"Kill me, in vain. Kill me! ”

"A thousand years of waiting is for this moment. I want you to kill me with your own hands. ”

"Only by killing me can you comprehend the true meaning of Asura Zen, and you can realize the last point."

"Kill me!"

In the end, the old monk was already roaring as hard as he could.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he roared, his voice was extremely weak.

Wu Ming just shook his head.

He cried, his hands clenched into fists.

And kept murmuring: "No! No! No! No, you can't! ”

However, the old monk ignored him at all, and just continued to shout at him.

"Two questions from the boss asked me to bring my mind back."

"Why am I dead today, and why am I able to think today? In vain, I tell you. ”

"Today I die for you, because you too can die."

"Kill me! Kill me with your own hands. It is the fulfillment of you and the fulfillment of me. ”

"Only by dying at your hands can my thousand years of resentment be dissipated. If not, you won't be blind to death! ”

The old monk clutched Wuming's neckline.

Do your best.

This made the old monk's palmar joints more than white.

It's more likely that you can tear off Gomei's neckline.

Wuming held his breath, staring at the old monk with tears in his eyes.

"Kill me, kill me! I'm lifeless! But if this life is not taken away by you, I will turn into a fierce ghost, and I will be beaten into the infernal hell and tormented for eternity! ”

"Kill me!"

"Kill me!"

A weak roar kept coming.

The sound of wheezing continued to be heard in the hall.

Like the night owl under the moonlit night, it is strange and cold.

But it can also penetrate people's hearts.

Although Liu Ziang was also caught in the old monk's remarks, he was more or less half an outsider.

In a short time, even if there is no need for Wuming to do it, the old monk will die of anger.

And the ignition of the old monk is not complete!

Letting Wuming kill him with his own hands must also be the most important step.

Liu Ziang gritted his teeth and shook his head lightly.

He turned around and wanted to pick up the goose wing knife that Wu Ming had fallen under the statue of King Ming.

But at this moment, there was a loud noise.

Many more heads were pulled by gravity and rolled out of the statues.

Liu Ziang's eyebrows furrowed suddenly.

I saw that after the skull rolled down, a skull with the hilt stacked on top of each other appeared.

The hilt of the sword is simple and unpretentious.

But on the sword grid, there is a statue of the Buddha sitting cross-legged.

In the center of the forehead of the Buddha carving, there is also a blue gemstone the size of a soybean.

Although the sword body is not seen.

But Liu Ziang could feel an extremely thick aura from the sword grid and the hilt!

This is not a mortal sword!

Frowning slightly, Liu Ziang jumped onto the stage.

After jumping up again, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it out with a slight pull.

The length of the sword is the length of an ordinary long sword.

The sword body is no different from an ordinary long sword.

But when it was pulled out of the skull, it let out an extremely obvious sword roar!

I don't know how many years have passed since the sword.

But there was no half mottling on the sword body!

Even in the dark of night, you can still vaguely see the cold light coming out of the sword.

What's even more incredible.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, Liu Ziang could feel the hilt trembling slightly.

It's as if this sword is alive!

And the frequency of its beating, Liu Ziang actually felt that it was incomparably consistent with his pulse.

This sword is extraordinary.

Again, from an extraordinary place.

Liu Ziang understood that this sword was probably specially left for Wuming by the old monk.

Without saying a word, Liu Ziang rushed to Wuming's side with his sword as fast as he could.

The old monk has reached the limit, and he will die at any time!

After rushing to Wuming's side, Liu Ziang handed him a sword and opened his mouth to drink.

"The master has endured it for a thousand years, just to let you enter the door of the crowd tonight."

"Kill!"

Liu Ziang drank heavily and handed the sword to Wuming's face.

"In vain! Kill me! Otherwise, I won't let you go! ”

The old monk's shouting came out again.

This sound, the old monk has done his best.

He even moved his head to Wuming's shoulder with the power of pulling Wuming's neckline, and shouted directly at Wuming's ears.

Suddenly raised voice.

A sound wave that rushes straight to the eardrum.

And that crazy blaming words.

Let Wu Ming tremble fiercely.

As if instinctively, he trembled heavily and quickly raised his hand to catch the sword.

"Kill!"