"Amitabha, good, good!"

Meditation Mantra! ——

Xiao Tao is not defenseless, but the point that he can't see has long been clear to these people. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info deliberately chose a position that was not easy to dodge, and the girl stabbed him hard at the left arm that was swung up from behind him.

Xiao Tao, who had an indifferent smile on his face, sat down cross-legged and folded his hands. The black wooden cane floated off the ground to the side of his body, and the Buddhist bead in his hand instantly rose with a piece of golden light, firmly protecting his whole body.

The female chieftain who came over tried for a while and found that not only the weapons in their hands, but also the stones thrown out were blocked by the golden Buddha light on Xiao Tao's body, and they couldn't hurt him in the slightest. Their faces suddenly became even more gloomy, and several people looked around, looking for weapons to get rid of the latter.

"Burn him with fire!"

The old priest took the rest of the people and appeared not far away. Almost everyone in their hands was carrying a pile of dry firewood or a large piece of meat and oil that they didn't know from what they had taken from their bodies.

Xiao Tao's eyebrows were lowered, and he muttered the obscure scriptures of others, and the fire-like blue and cyan points of light floated out of his heart, hovering around his body, protecting him more securely.

And as he recited the meditation mantra, a large "swastika" Buddhist text slowly condensed above his head. Seeing his lips move slightly, the words "swastika" that changed from small to large floated above his head without stopping, and the faces of the female chief and the old priest who had already come over became more and more ugly.

"Hmph, demon! Be in the flames and receive the redemption of my God! ”

At this time, the old priest's face was full of distorted hideousness, and he couldn't see his previous modest and pious appearance at all. But the expressions on the faces of the others were not much better. Looking at the figure of Xiao Tao, who had been devoured by the fire, there was a strange light in his eyes.

"Let's go and pack up our things first, and after so much effort, we can finally let them kill each other, and the demon has killed his most loyal servants with his own hands, and we can enjoy their flesh and blood! Thanks to God's mercy, we finally have a chance to get out of this damn place! ”

The female chief and the old priestess looked at the figure looming in the firelight, and a smile appeared on their faces. The rest of the people, old and weak, young and old, all took action to clean up the corpses of those one-horned blood wolves.

"Hehe, you guys, you've found the wrong opponent!"

Xiaole's face had a somewhat weird sneer. The single horn of the Blood Wolf King in her hand was stained with some blood beads on the glazed color, and several similar blood beads gathered together, and then became even larger blood beads, dripping on the ground at her feet.

"Demon, you're a demon, I'm going to kill you!"

There were corpses lying on the ground, old and young, men and women. The little boy who ran the slowest was "lucky" to witness the killing of these people, and his face was full of tears of panic.

Although he said so, the little boy who was sitting on the ground stepped back one by one, looking at the wolf king's horns who had killed so many people and still didn't drop blood, his body trembled suddenly, and the panic in his eyes reached the extreme in an instant.

Hum! Chop the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows! Xiaole is like a real female demon, with a pink and delicate tongue, licking * at the corner of her mouth, her eyes showed a little cruel smile, and the wolf king horn in her hand swung out violently.

On a poignant parabola, the little boy flew on his head in mid-air, but there was a smile on his face. Death came quickly, and he didn't feel much pain. I just felt that my body was so light and light, and then, I lost the last bit of consciousness.

Xiao Le stood there in a daze, for a while, where to go, and where the entrance to the last layer of the Kunlun Tower came from, she didn't know. I don't know why, two clear tears crossed her already calm face, leaving two wet tear stains.

"Bastards, you demons who should have died a long time ago, you really deserve to die!"

On Master Ding's hands and feet, the piercing sharpened beast teeth were strangely forced out of his body when he reached out to hold the single horn of the Blood Wolf King. And the spear ropes that bound and imprisoned him also lost their effect in an instant. Either they fell to the side, or they were violently broken.

And the wounds on his body were as if they didn't exist, Master Ding looked like a mad demon, holding the wolf king's horn red with his own blood, rushed out of the flames, and rushed towards the leader and the others with a cruel smile on his face.

"Quick, kill this demon! Just kill him and we'll be able to get out of this cage! "Damn, don't be afraid, he has no strength!"

I couldn't react for a while, and a person had been pierced through the waist and abdomen by Master Ding at once, and fell to the ground in pain. And he was castrated, and he had already rushed towards the person next to him.

In just a few minutes of events, the ground was already covered with the corpses of the leader's group. Some were killed by the one-horned blood wolf king with those wolf sons and wolf grandchildren, and some died under the wolf king's single horn in his hands.

And not far away, some more people appeared in Master Ding's field of vision. The people who were lying on the ground before, obviously the people who came here have a lot weaker combat strength, they are all old, weak, young, wounded and sick, and they have been getting along with each other almost day and night in the past few days.

"Demon, you will die in exchange for our freedom from this imprisoned land!"

The man covered in blood and lying at his feet still carried his unwavering faith and pursuit in his tone.

It's just that Master Ding has no intention of reading his lips, this person is lucky not to die in the first place, but he has also suffered pain that others do not have. But he didn't intend to help him end this torment, but held the single horn of the Blood Wolf King in his hand, and walked towards those who were shouting and waving the weapons in their hands, and walked towards the people he killed.

In less than ten minutes, Master Ding killed all those people, young and old, men and women. There were piles of corpses all over the ground, and he was lying on top of them.

Everything before that, it was like a dream. Those familiar people would hide so deeply, and they didn't choose to show their true colors to him until the last moment.

He didn't know that when he was silent, in that silent and quiet world, a gray mist flashed on the single horn of the Blood Wolf King in his hand, leaving some strange patterns on his right arm, and in just a few breaths, those patterns disappeared again.

"'Fetish'?! The murderous thing is pretty much the same! ”

It wasn't until Master Ding, who felt that his physical strength had recovered a lot, that he stood up and looked at the wolf king's blood horn in his hand with a little sneer on his face. He was slightly stunned for a moment, and then walked towards the corpse of the wolf king in the distance. There, it was as if something was attracting him.