Someone killed red-eyed.

The blood flower floated high, and then fell from the air, it really seemed like a bloody rain.

The ground was littered with corpses.

Almost all of these corpses were elite soldiers dressed in black.

Some of them had a long scar cut across their necks, and their necks were about to be broken, as if they had been smeared with blood paste, and several of them had been glued to their heads.

There were also people with several large holes in their chests, and they spat blood from their mouths, and their bodies were convulsed. The unwilling hand was still pulling the monk's foot, using his last strength to add some resistance to the monk's killing.

And what about the Lord of this Garan?

Although they were bathed in blood and panting, they all stood tall, and their weapons were stained with blood and weeping.

The moonlight poured down, as if to wash away the dust of several people. But the glowing moonlight had no other purpose than to make the blood on their bodies more obvious.

With a thud, a spear pierced someone's flesh and bones.

Jingdu slapped his palm, pushing the attacker several meters away, and the man crashed into the stone, unconscious.

He gritted his teeth and pulled out the spear that had punctured his kidneys. The green tendons jumped out, and the spear broke into several pieces.

Jingdu covered the blood hole on his body, but the blood only needed a crack for energy to gush out. Since he became a monk, he has only learned from Shennong and tasted all kinds of herbs. In the past few decades, he has saved more people than he has killed in the past for the sake of his master.

People who don't know say that he is a bodhisattva, but the brothers and sisters of Garan Temple, as well as himself, know that this is a kind of repayment. Every time he entered and exited the Buddha hall and looked into the eyes of Shakyamuni Buddha, he was trembling like a pig and dog for the endless killing in the first half of his life.

Save a life, return a life. He knows that human life cannot be so equivalent, but he wants to fool himself, and he also hopes to fool the gods and Buddhas.

All the people in this Garan Temple, they have great righteousness in their hearts, overcoming obstacles and overcoming difficulties, if it is for this great righteousness, they will not give up. But in the dead of night, the faces of those who were slaughtered would always appear before their eyes, wailing and crying, and angrily denouncing them for being cruel and merciless.

Jingdu lost more and more blood, and in front of him, those who had been killed by him came out. They were all laughing and celebrating that he was going to hell.

He gritted his teeth and widened his eyes, looking for the child's figure in the chaos of the battle, under the ghost of resentment.

Genichi bent down and snatched a long sword from the hand of a corpse. With his hand, which he had never used before, stabbed at the man in black who was fighting Shi Jian in a somewhat comical pose.

Seeing this situation, Jingdu didn't care about the blood hole on his body and didn't stop bleeding, so he took the long sword and ran in that direction.

He had obviously killed several people, lost his strength, and was seriously injured, but his heroic posture seemed to be able to kill a few more people.

Jingdu ripped Xuanyi's monk's robe, pulled him back, slapped the sword in Xuanyi's hand with one palm, and then turned his wrist and stabbed the sword in his hand into the back of the man in black.

Shi Jian was fighting with several people at the same time, and he was struggling, and at this time, Jingdu cleared an obstacle for him, so he said, "Thank you" after making a move.

Jingdu didn't answer, but just stood in front of Xuanyi, "Good boy, if you want to go to hell, let's go a few of ......us! Don't let human life be tampered with. ”

Xuanyi hadn't seen the scars on Jingdu's body clearly at this time, only when the endless stream of blood poured down from the sky.

"Uncle Jingdu, I have no choice, you ...... Don't protect me anymore. Genichi shook his head and retrieved the long sword from the ground.

Jingdu put part of his mind on Xuanyi's body, and couldn't help but ignore the sharp edge beside him. All of a sudden, there were flaws.

The swords from both directions, one left and one right, pierced Jingdu's waist and abdomen at the same time.

This time, Xuan Yi could see it clearly, the uncle who always had the smell of medicine on his body, his flesh and blood were blooming, and his bones were full of bones. He stood with his back to Xuanyi, took two doses of the sword, but his back was still straight.

"Good boy, you can't go to this hell. You don't know people's hearts, you don't know how to kill, if you go to a place like that, how will you live!" said Jingdu, using his ruined body to meet more attacks, and when he was attacked, he gritted his teeth and sent the long sword into the body of the man in black.

These blood holes, one by one. More and more, so much so that it was as if a barrel had broken a hole, and the water in it was like a floodgate. When I arrived at Jingdu, it was like a spring of blood.

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Jingdu, don't go again, don't go again. Xuan Yi grabbed Jingdu's body and pulled him over.

Jingdu was gritting his teeth and holding on, but at this time, he was pulled by Xuanyi, and he couldn't support it, so he fell to the ground.

Underneath is soft.

Jingdu squinted and saw that there were several black-clothed corpses under him.

His eyes were blurry, and in his ears were the sound of flesh breaking, the haunting laughter of ghosts, and the heart-rending of the child.

Jingdu wanted to tear the corners of his mouth and smile, but more blood gushed out of his mouth, which caught him off guard, avoided it, and was afraid in his heart, let the child see him like this, will he be haunted by nightmares and unforgettable.

"Good boy...... Other...... I'm afraid ......" He stretched out his hand to cover Xuanyi's eyes, but his eyes were dizzy and he couldn't see it really, he seemed to touch Xuanyi's face, because there were droplets of water sliding down his fingers.

"Uncle Jingdu, you are the best at using medicine, tell me quickly, what kind of medicine can you use to stop this blood?" Xuanyi's hands trembled, he only had two hands, and he couldn't cover all the holes in Jingdu's body, he didn't cry, but the blood and tears flowing from his red eyes couldn't be stopped.

"What medicine...... None of them...... Used ...... Xuanyi...... Seize the moment...... Escape ......" Jingdu is still thinking about him, and he is still thinking about him until he dies.

"Don't say it...... Don't say it...... "Xuan Yi or two hands groped on the ground in a panic, as if he had found a life-saving straw, pulled out the crops on the ground, crushed the juice, and stuck it to Jingdu's wound.

When one hole is filled, another hole is filled.

"Good boy...... You...... Let me say it...... Don't talk about it...... There's no chance...... You've got to live well...... Our Hope...... Our child ......" Jingdu felt the roar of the resentful spirit getting louder and louder, and red magma began to erupt in front of him.

"Is this hell?" Shizudo smiled as hard as he could, "I don't want to see you in hell...... Good boy...... Let me see your face again......"

This is the last sentence that Jingdu said.

He knew that as soon as Xuan was looking at him, he died laughing.

Xuan Yi hugged Jingdu's body, and finally cried, "You're ...... Look at me again......"

No one answered.

The fragrance of medicine is overflowing, as in the past.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors