The flames soared into the sky, the smoke and dust billowed out, and the terrible screams that rang out from time to time pierced the clouds, and Qingshan Village, a village that had been peaceful and peaceful in the past, was turned into purgatory in less than half an hour. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As far as the eye can see, there are corpses all over the ground, these corpses are old and young, some men and women, some lack heads, some have little hearts, and the blood gathers in the depression, flowing through the bluestone slab road, long alleys and small streets......

In the west of the village, in a Guanyin temple that looks like it has been some years old, the old man with white hair folds his hands, kneels on the ground, and keeps kowtowing to the stone statue of Guanyin in front of him.

The old man's forehead was already covered with blood, and the mud and stone slabs on the ground were also stained with blood.

But for all this, the old man was unstoppable, listening to the roars and screams outside, with a sad look on his face, and kept pleading and begging at the Bodhisattva stone statue.

"O compassionate Avalokiteshvara, please open your eyes...... My Qingshan Village has never had anything to do with the outside world, but today I sent down two Shura demons for no reason and brutally slaughtered us......"

"Please also manifest your spirit as soon as possible, subdue these two Shura demons, and save us!"

However, as time passed, the screams outside had slowly weakened and decreased, and the old man knew that there should not be many people alive in the village, and every short wail and scream meant that a human life was ruthlessly deprived.

Their Qingshan Village is located in the mountains, rarely interacting with the outside world, the villagers are honest and simple, and never ask for anything else, they just want to live a simple life, but why would the heavens still rain such a disaster?

The old man was grief-stricken in his heart, and in the face of the old man's plea, the stone statue of the Bodhisattva in front of him was still unmoving, and there was no manifestation.

In other words, the mud stone bodhisattva is the mud stone bodhisattva, and the compassionate smile on his face has not changed from beginning to end, forming a strange and stark contrast with the sad look of the old man in front of the stone statue.

Suddenly, the pleading look on the old man's face disappeared, and he stretched out his dry hand, pointed to the stone statue, and scolded loudly.

"What kind of bullshit Bodhisattva are you, if you don't save yourself when you die, what kind of Bodhisattva are you, I'll ...... old man today I smashed your cold-blooded and cold-hearted clay statue......"

While scolding, the old man staggered up and was about to pick up the stone pier on the side and smash the Bodhisattva stone statue.

However, at the moment when he stood up, he suddenly saw a blood-stained young man walking slowly outside the temple, and there was an illusory spirit standing next to the young man, the spirit was wearing a Dongying-style armor, with a katana at his waist, his eyes were like ghost fire, and he was indifferent!

The young man walked into the Bodhisattva Temple, looked at the old man with a frightened face and kept retreating, and said with a teasing smile: "It turns out that there is still a fish that slipped through the net here, look at what I heard just now......

"Pray to God and Buddha? Pity...... The Buddha can't save you! ”

Raising his hand, the young man waved forward lightly, and the warrior-like god beside him slowly stepped forward, faintly, he could hear the "ding" sound of the armor colliding with him......

The old man screamed in horror, crossed his hands, hoarsely voiced, and roared, "Don't come...... You don't come over ......."

The expression on the face of the samurai-style god was harder and colder than the Bodhisattva stone statue, and his right hand was lightly rested on the hilt of the left waist, and the ten fingers were slowly clenched, and then the long knife came out of the sheath, and the cold light suddenly appeared, mercilessly grazing the old man's neck.

A head flew high, and the old man's frightened expression was frozen forever at that moment, and blood sprayed from the broken neck like a spring, staining half of the stone statue behind him.

The old man's headless corpse shook twice, then fell to the ground with a thud.

The young man's gaze withdrew from his body, and then fell on the Bodhisattva statue in front of him, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a sneering smile, "What Buddha, what Bodhisattva, all of them are fake and righteous dog things, let me demolish this stone statue along with this broken temple!" ”

With a faint command, the young man turned around and walked out of this Bodhisattva temple, in the void, several sharp sword lights flashed, and smooth cracks appeared on the four walls of the entire temple at the same time.

The temple collapsed, and smoke and dust rose into the sky.

The samurai-like god put his sword back into its sheath, walked out of the dust and mist, and followed closely behind the young man.

Qingshan Village, in a vacant lot in the center, the corpses of nearly 200 people in the entire village are piled up here, like a hill, and the stiff and cold faces of these corpses still retain the expressions before death.

Fear, unwillingness, panic, resentment......

A gloomy young man stood in front of the towering corpse mountain, looking at the bloody doll floating in the air on the top of the corpse mountain, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The doll was like a real person, wearing a blood-red dress, arms like lotus roots, and a fair complexion, the only thing that was different from ordinary children was ......

Her fair and tender face had no nose and eye features, and it was smooth like a raised mirror, which made people feel frightened when they were shocked.

Blood-red formations slowly stretched along the surroundings of the corpse mountain, and the blood light disappeared from time to time, forming a circular blood-colored array.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the young man spread out the five fingers of his right hand, and a trace of red qi overflowed from his fingertips, condensing into five twisted bright red runes above the five fingers.

With a low shout, the young man's hand was raised high, and his five fingers pressed heavily to the ground, and the five runes on his fingers flashed with red light, and they directly disappeared into the magic circle.

In an instant, the blood light in the magic circle swelled sharply, and the blood that had not completely cooled gushed out from the seven orifices of the corpse, dripping down, and the entire corpse mountain was suddenly dyed red by this blood water, becoming a mountain of blood.

This blood was channeled by a force, flowing into the pre-arranged magic circle, transforming into an extremely pure blood qi and feeding back to the blood doll in the air.

The Blood Horror Doll greedily absorbed the blood, and a hole suddenly opened on its smooth face, full of sharp teeth like shark teeth, and sharp and piercing laughter came from this mouth, revealing the meaning of pleasure.

A moment later, the blood in those corpses had been drained, and there was not a trace left, and the corpses that had been drained of blood from their bodies had a dead complexion, sunken bodies, and bulging eyes, like ghosts.

The young man didn't care about this, he seemed to have become accustomed to it, and as soon as he waved his hand in the air, the bloody doll immediately flew down from the mountain of corpses, and landed on the young man's hand, whirling and dancing happily.

"Xuanjian, I'll give you all the harvest this time, in the next village, don't rob me!"

Just now, the young man who destroyed the Bodhisattva Temple led the samurai-style god from a distance, glanced at the mountain of corpses piled up in the clearing, and said lightly.

Stroking the little head of the bloody doll, Yamamoto Genma glanced at him sideways, and said angrily: "Didn't we already agree before?" Along the way, have I broken my promise? Anzang, you don't need to remind me every time, my memory is not so bad. ”

Yamamoto Anzo touched his nose and sighed, "Good, good! I promise it's the last time. ”

After speaking, he turned sideways to look at the messy and smoking village, and then said, "Genma, if I'm not mistaken, this should be the ninth village, right?" ”

Genma Yamamoto nodded, and then spoke, with a little imperceptible excitement in his tone, "If it were in China, wouldn't we dare to kill people and dementor souls with such fanfare, collect sperm and extract blood......"

"This trip to Huaxia may not be really a fortuitous creation, when we go back this time, I am afraid that we will have a few more magic weapons on our bodies, and refine a few more spells!"

Qianben Anzang waved his hand helplessly, and said: "It's not too early to think about it so long-term, let's leave here quickly and look for the next village...... It's also difficult. ”

"What's more, the main purpose of coming to China this time is to welcome back the ancestors of Yamamoto Wendao, revitalize our Yamamoto clan, and slaughter another village, so that we can join the clan elders as soon as possible, otherwise we will delay time and delay business, and we can't afford to bear the guilt."

Yamamoto Genma nodded, sighed, and said, "That's what I said!" Then let's ...... first."

Before Yamamoto had finished speaking, a black sword qi more than ten zhang long pierced through the sky and swept from the sky.

This sword aura is fast and urgent, it is instantaneous, and the breath is terrifying.

At the moment when this sword qi came, the samurai-style god's body shook, turned into an afterimage, and flashed to the side, while the blood horror doll screamed, and the blood light lingered, turning into a blood shadow and flying high.

As for Yamamoto Anzo and the others, it seemed that they didn't have time to dodge at all, and they were directly cut off by this sword qi.

But the body that was broken off at the waist had changed its body and face, and it became a rotten corpse.

The white light flashed, and Yamamoto Anzo and Yamamoto Genma landed safely in the open space a few feet away.

At the same time, that black sword qi landed in the distance, and the entire ground was plowed out by this sword qi into a long, wide, and deep ravine.

Cracks spread from the ravines to all sides, causing a wave of turmoil.

Yamamoto Anzo looked at the rotten corpse that had been torn in half by the sword qi instead of them, his face showed a look of pain, and he said hatefully: "Damn, we actually forced us to use a ghoul to die in lieu of death, and wasted a ghoul in vain." ”

Yamamoto Genma's complexion is also not good-looking, their onmyoji is weak, and they are not much better than ordinary people, if it is not for the timely use of the ghoul stand-in, the consequences may be unpredictable.

Looking around, Yamamoto Genma also shouted, "Who is it?" Get the hell out of here! ”

Naturally, the person who came did not roll out according to his wishes, and on the horizon in the distance, a figure slowly emerged, and then followed, the autumn wind with the smell of blood blew across the ground, and the broken hair in front of the person's forehead was blown up by the wind, revealing an indifferent and handsome face.

An invisible pressure gradually approached the comer, and the layers of oppression surged like ocean waves.

This person is not simple!

The two glanced at each other, and a solemn look appeared in their eyes, and then they asked in unison, "Who are you?" Why did you sneak up on us?"

The visitor's eyes were like swords, and he slashed across the solemn and vigilant faces of the two, and his voice was as cold as ice, and he said word by word.

"My name is Zhuo Qingyuan!"

"I'm here to take the lives of both of you!"