The scabbard is clearly rusted, like a fleshy heart, and you never know what kind of fragments and holes are hidden under the rusty shell.

The thin lama thought that he had misheard, and laughed unnaturally: "The Bodhisattva has survived the sufferings of the world. Even if the donor has suffering, I'm afraid it's not appropriate in the middle of the night, right? Although the temple is broken, there is still a place to rest, and the donor is in the dust, so he will rest for one night tonight......"

Mo Typhoon didn't know why, he suddenly gritted his teeth, and his expression was hideous: "Yes, I do have suffering, but this suffering must be solved by taking the life of your Bodhisattva!" ”

At this point, the thin lama's folded palms flicked away the scabbard that Mo Feng pressed against his neck, like gold and stone colliding, splashing a piece of spark.

Mo Typhoon took advantage of the situation to retract his sword, and took two steps back before removing the strength on his wrist, and brushing away the messy hair like withered grass, but Mo Typhoon was silent, just staring at the thin lama, his expression was constantly changing, and from the body of the thin lama, he couldn't feel a trace of anger that people should have.

Confirming what was the matter, Mo Typhoon let out an angry roar from his throat like a beast, and the hand holding the sword slashed a sword style, and the sword rose down, pointing directly at the emaciated lama.

The sound of the clothes breaking was so harsh at night, but the thin lama didn't react, and stood in place, watching the ink typhoon.

And Mo Feng's dry eyes turned blood red in an instant, and the thin lama's dark blue chest and the upside-down blood lotus pattern pierced his heart angina.

When he saw this pattern for the first time on the bank of the Liao River, it was also the first time he met Ah Xun.

After more than 20 years, this pattern has long been engraved into the bones of Mo Typhoon along with the hatred that is worse than death, and at this moment, the inverted blood lotus pattern is like an introduction, so that Mo Typhoon has been trying to suppress and paralyze the emotions for more than 20 years completely collapsed, the corpse mountain and the sea of blood in front of the Mo Tai family ancestral hall that night and Ah Xun's gentle face when they first met are constantly changing in front of Mo Typhoon, but no matter what, they can never coincide together.

When all the nerves were finally crushed, Mo Typhoon stumbled towards the Third Buddha Hall with his sword like a madman.

Whether it was the strange behavior of the thin lama before, or the blood lotus pattern on the chest of the thin lama, Mo Tai mistakenly thought that what was enshrined in the third Buddha hall was the Five Thoughts Bodhisattva, and the so-called Bodhisattva had all the blood hatred of Mo Tai and all his unforgettable hearts.

Mo Typhoon never thought that if the three Buddha halls were really enshrined in the Five Thoughts Bodhisattva, the thin lama would never seal the three Buddha halls with a sutra cloth covered with black dog blood.

For a few Mo typhoons who have been sleepless day and night, in his red eyes, there is only one person, a person who is in his heart all the time even if he is drunk and dreams all day long.

Love and hate, the living and the dead.

All of this turned into a terrible roar from the ink typhoon: "Ah Xun, I, the ink typhoon has come to kill you......"

However, the only ones who responded to him were a few jackdaws flying in the night.

Mo Typhoon staggered, whimpering in his throat, like the mournful cry of a lost dog, and the lack of response and silence only made Mo Typhoon's already scarred heart more and more humble and angry.

Therefore, Mo Feng shook his drowsy head, tried to steady his drunken pace, and laughed miserably and tore off the blood-soaked sutra cloth that was spread outside the walls of the Three Buddha Palaces.

The sound of the cloth tearing was so harsh at night, and it was very strange that the thin lama, who had been ignoring Mo Tai Tai, suddenly opened a slit in his shriveled mouth when Mo Tai tore off the prayer cloth, and let out an extremely strange scream, and his voice trembled.

Without saying a word, the thin lama didn't even have time to react to the Mo typhoon, but in the blink of an eye, he pounced and pressed the broken prayer cloth against the wall, but the prayer cloth that was originally firmly glued to the wall just hung down weakly again, and finally only fell to the ground and ignited a green fire.

The thin lama's eyes welled up with deep despair and fear, and he looked at the typhoon with a terrible scream.

Mo Typhoon didn't have time to pay attention to this lama at all, just looked at the green flames lit by the warp cloth on the ground and spat in disgust: "Phew, pickled things!" “

Anyway, Mo Typhoon still didn't want to rest, and looked indifferently at the closed door of the three Buddha halls, on the tips of the temple door, hung two purple and gold pentagonal wood signs, one side of the word killing, the other side of the word start, although Mo Typhoon only recognized the spell engraved on it, but also knew that this was something more complicated than the seal.

Even the gate was carved with strange paintings of boys and girls, but strangely, the eyes of the lifelike paintings of boys and girls seemed to hide fear, pain, and resentment.

Mo Typhoon tried to reach out and push the door, but the old wooden hall door did not move, but Mo Typhoon's face changed in shock, and he retreated more than a dozen steps in shock.

The palm of the hand pushing the door had turned jet black.

Mo Feng pointed at the door angrily and angrily and scolded: "Ah Xun, you vicious mother-in-law, it is just enough to kill more than 300 people up and down my Motai family, but how innocent are these boys and girls?" You imprisoned their three souls here, how can you bear it? “

Naturally, there was still no response.

Annoyed and angry, Mo Feng raised his foot to kick the door, but the temple door still did not move.

The lama on the ground screamed and rushed over, stretched out his blue palm, and firmly grasped Mo Tai's arm, and the piercing cry seemed to be able to cut people's souls.

Mo Feng frowned, looking at the face of the lama without a trace of anger, he frowned slightly, his expression was complicated, and he said astringently: "Corpse roar? What kind of means did Ah Xun use to let you soulless things live in the world in broad daylight! “

Probably thinking that the cry was too noisy, Mo Feng pinched his fingers and pinched the seal, brushed the broken sword, and the crimson of the sword body flashed and disappeared into the chest of the thin lama.

Pushing away the lama who had stopped moving, Mo Feng pulled his sword style, stood still, and said with a cold smile: "Is it true that when Mo Tai can't break your two pieces of wood?" “

After speaking, Mo Tai stood between his eyebrows with a broken sword in one hand, and put his finger on the hilt of the sword with the other: "The heavens are clear and the earth is spiritual, and the third Samaya will be the king's mantra ......"

The broken sword, the patina on the broken sword, suddenly began to squirm and shake off, and the broken part of the blade seemed to be alive, and a half-phantom sword was born from the broken blade.

Mo Tai danced two sword styles, suddenly cried silently, and choked up: "I have not been unsheathed for more than 20 years, the sword of my Motai family has always been in my heart, Ah Xun, the sword seal of the Motai swordsman is seven styles, just to kill you......"