One summer, the Blood Demon Clan walked into a child, he was the youngest disciple, and he only had one task, to clean up all the clutter in the Blood Demon Clan, wash all the clothes, and clean up

His master was a very strong old monster of the Blood Demon Clan, but until the Blood Demon Clan was wiped out after the Demon Slaying War, this kid did not learn a little bit of the Blood Demon Clan's skills.

He escaped by hiding under his master's bed, becoming the last orphan of the Blood Demon Clan.

His name is Xingzenzi.

In the battlefield, the blood light in Xing Zenzi's hand became fainter and fainter, and the golden light transformed by the golden body spread over the entire underworld, and the momentum became stronger and stronger.

We held our breath and stared at the battlefield without daring to relax for a moment.

The blood light is still collapsing, Xing Zenzi's face is full of sweat, he can't resist it, the power of the dragon can be described as against the sky, even if it is the third generation of cultivation, it is also the real Buddha's cultivation, and non-worldly things can resist it.

"Ah, bloody hands hold me back!"

Xing Zenzi used all his strength to activate the blood-red aura in his hand, and the aura continued to rush into the red blood light in the battle.

However, it is a drop in the bucket and has little effect.

"I can't die, I can't die! Master, save me, master save me! ”

Xing Zenzi's whole person looked like crazy, his hands waved violently, he looked up at the earth in the underworld, and his mouth was babbling.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south."

Master Kongjing shouted a Buddha name again, and with a wave of his sleeves, the golden Buddha light bloomed violently, and the golden light was dazzling.

Then, on the battlefield, the blood light immediately collapsed, and the golden light pressed over violently, enveloping the crazy Star Zenzi in an instant.

The bloody hand made a "Zizi ......" sound in the golden light, and then slowly turned into blood dripping on the ground and disappeared.

And Xingzenzi had completely lost his mind, and he stood in the golden Buddha light, muttering to himself.

"Master, master, why is your house here so tall, taller than the old trees at the entrance of our village."

"Master, master, can you pass me a spell today?"

"Master, the disciple's sundries for today have been completed. Dare to ask the master, when will you be able to pass on my spells? ”

"Master Master, Xing Zenzi's sundries are all done today, so I will retire first."

I don't know why Xingzenzi is crazy, maybe it's because the bloody hand is too domineering, maybe it's because I'm too sad in my heart.

Bai Fan stood beside me and said softly, "Xing Zenzi is the last orphan of the Blood Demon Clan. According to historical records, in the battle of slaying demons that year, the blood demon clan was tragically wiped out, and only a boy who had been in the field for 10 years was spared. This boy is Xingzenzi. Subsequently, Xing Zenzi had countless aliases, walked in the world, learned various skills, and finally ascended to the realm of half-immortals, but became a disciple of Chaomotian and a hard-working person. Back then, in the Blood Demon Clan, he was just an outer disciple who was adopted on the mountain, and he was bullied by others, but he never betrayed the Blood Demon Clan. The only Blood Demon spell he could use was a bloody hand that stole from the Master's eyes. I think that if it weren't for the fact that he hadn't obtained the true inheritance of the Blood Demon Clan, and he couldn't use a lot of forbidden techniques of the Blood Demon Clan, it would be two to say who would win and who would lose in today's battle. ”

I watched Xingzenzi stand in the golden light, her face full of tears, her hands stretched out to the sky, and the name of the master in her mouth.

In his life, Xing Zenzi has betrayed too many sects, secretly learned too many spells, and been a rebel too many times.

However, in his life, only the first master of the year will never forget, only the Blood Demon Clan has not betrayed, and only the Blood Demon Clan's spells will not be. Only the Blood Demon clan was regarded as his home, even if it was a cold home.

At this moment, I suddenly said secretly in my heart: Tie Gong, you are my master, it's so good.

The golden light swept by, and Xing Zenzi's figure gradually dissipated in the golden light.

He was originally a disciple of the Mixed Heavens, but now that he has dissipated, I am afraid that no one in this world will give it, no one will read it, and no one will remember it.

However, the Master of Empty Purity did not retreat, and he actually recited "The Buddha Says the Amitabha Sutra" on this battlefield.

The ethereal voice echoed in the underworld, and the Buddhist scriptures sounded reassuring.

I didn't expect that the two people who were still fighting for life and death just now, after the battle, they would be empty and pure, but they would chant the scriptures excessively, and the realm of the master was really not comparable to a junior like me.

"Monk, stop making noise, it's really annoying. I'm here to meet you masters of the human cultivation world! ”

At this moment, the only one who can say this is one person, there is no way, this guy who has been watching the death of the star Zenzi with cold eyes all the time, but now he has jumped out.

"Why didn't the donor help just now, if the donor rescues, maybe the Star Zen donor won't go west."

Kongjing asked calmly.

"Why should I save him? If he dies, my status in front of adults will be greatly enhanced. I wish he were dead. ”

Wufang waved the paper fan, and his eyebrows were triumphant.

"The benefactor is really guilty of doing this."

Kong Jing continued.

"Sinful?"

Wufang suddenly burst out laughing.

"I'm afraid that there are 5,000 people I have killed without 10,000, so what about the sin! Within the confines of this Netherworld, who can help me! ”

Wufang laughed uncontrollably as he spoke, and his laughter was full of arrogance.

"Huh."

The Master of Empty Purification sighed, stepped forward, and was about to strike again.

Only this time, someone came out behind me, as if he didn't want to be in the limelight.

This time he came out with two tantric kings!

The Dharma King is an extremely noble existence in Tantra, not to mention the high power of mana, but also the backbone force.

This time, in order to repay my love, Tantra actually sent two Dharma kings at once, but I didn't expect it.

Although these two Dharma Kings have not reached the half-immortal realm, they look like they are experienced in a hundred battles, and they are jumping out at this moment, I am afraid that they have the confidence to deal with the half-immortal master of Wufang.

"Since the two of you are going to fight, the poor monk naturally wants to let it."

The Master of Air Purification stepped on the lotus petals and returned, as calm and calm as when he came out of the battle.

There are two tantric kings, one is called Koro, and the other is called Saqian.

Koro is relatively tall, about 1.8 meters tall, very burly, and his hands feel very powerful.

The yarn is short and small, but when she walks, she secretly blends with the heavens and the earth.

Neither of them seems to me to be simple.

"The Dharma King of Tantra? I haven't killed a tantric person in years. ”

Wufang licked his lips, his eyes showed murder, and he played with a paper fan in his hand, pacing in place.

"There is no donor, turn back to the shore."

Shaqian opened his mouth and there was no way to persuade him.

"Shaqian, such a filthy person, how can we turn back, wait for us to take him, beat him into the nasal passage, and reincarnate as a talent."

Koro's anger is very strong, and when he is angry, his expression is a bit like the power of Vajra.

"What a high-minded and arrogant Dharma King, I'm afraid that my cultivation is magic, I'm just about to understand the strength of Tantra today."

After the party finished speaking, he went straight to it!

He took a few steps forward, and the paper fan in his hand opened violently, and I saw that the whole earth of the underworld began to crack, revealing cracks and ravines.

The cracks were bottomless, and there were several of them.

"The wandering soul buried deep under the earth of the underworld, I have no way to wake you up."

As Wu Fang finished speaking, I saw countless walking corpses crawling out of those countless ravines!

I didn't know that there were countless dead zombies buried deep in the earth of the underworld.

One by one, the zombies let out a low roar and scrambled to climb to the ground, stepping on the shoulders of the other, some of them even lost their heads, and some of them had a hole in their stomachs.

"Aren't you going to send me to hell? Now I have shown you a hell of a nose, but you didn't send me in, I sent you in. ”

With a wave of the paper fan, those zombies roared in unison, and a cold light flashed in their eyes.

Then, he turned around violently and began to rush towards the two tantric kings.

The charge of tens of thousands of zombies kicked up a huge cloud of dust on the ground.

This is different from the previous military spirit, and the zombies are even more shocking.

The zombies screamed and crawled over with their hands and feet.

These monsters, with only one thing in their minds, tore apart the two living people in front of them.

"Eh, Koro, let's give these zombies a ride."

Shaqian shook his head and sighed.

"That's how it should be."

Ke Luo roared, the golden light on his body emanated, and there was a strong King Kong Buddha light behind him! 151 Kanshu.com .