Monk Ben Liang slammed and fell out like a broken sieve, smashing all the tables and chairs in the noodle restaurant.

Monk Benliang fell to the ground, the golden arc on his body flickered, he covered his chest with his hands, blood kept spilling out of his mouth, he struggled to look at Yifeng, spitting blood and said: "You······!

Then the head fell backwards and fell to the ground.

The shopkeeper walked up to Monk Benliang, probed his snort, and then turned around, and said with gloomy eyes: "You killed someone!

The onlookers in the noodle restaurant twisted their heads, stared at him with straight eyes and nodded, their faces hideous: "They should be together!"

Ichifeng froze, he never thought he would kill someone! He had never seen himself kill anyone!

For the night in the mountain behind Qingshan Temple, Senior Brother Yuan Yin and Senior Brother Shuli were silent, he never knew that his hands had been stained with blood.

At this moment, seeing Ben Liang fall to the ground and vomit blood, with no breath at all, a black-red flame burst out from the bottom of his heart - hell karmic fire!

At this time, there is no pain of being scorched, only the infinite pleasure of bathing in it!

It turns out that killing people is so enjoyable!

Yifeng's eyes were red and his expression was blank, but the anger in his heart ignited the hell karmic fire, making him feel the warmth and comfort of the warm winter sun, and he was very happy!

He clenched his fists, walked out of the noodle shop, and came out into the street, where all the people on the street looked at him directly, and the woman who bought the groceries said to him with a gloomy face, "They should be together!"

The little children frolicking in the street suddenly fell silent and shouted to him in an arguing: "Brother and sister, they should be together!"

The vendor who had just stuffed him with buns came out of the bun shop again, looked disdainful, stopped him, and said, "It's better to give you buns than to give them to dogs! Whoever told you to meddle in things, they should be together!"

Yifeng raised his head and looked at the sky, the sunlight in the sky had disappeared, and the thick lead cloud pressed down on the world, and it was gray.

It's so comfortable, the karmic fire is wrapping the soul, the roasting is warm, and the eyes of the wind are like two charcoal fires.

It's so noisy, why does everyone let them be together, why are they together?!

I am the closest person to my sister! I am the person my sister loves the most!

It's so sad, my sister will never love me again, she will belong to someone else in the future, and she will never see me again!

"Oh!no!!"

The wind roared angrily, "Get out of the way!"

On the street, everyone stopped moving, turned their heads to look at him, and said to him with disdain and playfulness: "Why get out of the way?"

"They should be together!"

"You are a monk, do you have to be jealous?"

"Are you worthy? Ben Xuan is heroic, talented and beautiful, he is really a perfect match in the world!"

"Monks still dare to kill people for no reason, aren't you afraid of going to hell?!"

The overlapping sounds, like a chaotic brass bell, buzzed in his ears, and the words of doubt and ridicule drowned him like a flood of waves, making it difficult for him to breathe, and he was about to suffocate in the noise.

"It's so noisy!" Ichifeng punched out with red eyes, "Then go to hell!"

The vendor of the bun shop was hit with his fist, vomited blood, and fell to his death on the side of the street.

All the people in the street rushed up to him, grabbed him, squeezed him, threw him with leaves, eggs and stones, and the stones fell on his head, and with a dull pain, he stared at them with red eyes.

"Go to hell!"

One wind frantically punched one punch after another, each punch flashing with golden red fists, exploding in the crowd, killing and wounding, blood splattering in the crowd, and everyone rushed forward and pounced on him with teeth and claws, to drown him, to tear him apart, to destroy him!

"Then destroy!"

Yifeng roared angrily, and then laughed again: "Anyway, no one cares about me anymore, no one wants me anymore, and the little senior sister doesn't want me anymore!"

Destruction, destruction!

A wind like red coals burned flames in his eyes—black-red flames, and his fists smashed into everyone again and again, and a group of people fell to their deaths, and countless others rushed over, and even children screamed and pounced on him with their teeth and claws.

Destroy everything!

A voice said in his heart.

Yes, there is no nostalgia in the world anymore!

I've killed so many people, I can't go back!

The corpses on the side of the street had been piled up layer by layer, and the gray stone slabs of the street were full of blood flowing, and the wind was wrapped in the crowd, and another fist broke the crowd apart, raising a cloud of blood mist, and the blood spurting out of the crowd stained him into a bloody man, and he was still swinging his fists.

He has nothing left but his fist!

The sky was dark and gloomy, and the blood was rising to the sky, dyeing the gray clouds in the sky a dazzling bright red, and the green trees and wildflowers on the surrounding mountains had lost their color and dyed gray and blood-red, and the town was no longer a paradise in the mountain col, but a purgatory with rivers of blood!

The souls of countless corpses emerged from their shells and continued to shout at the wind, sneering and cursing angrily.

"Stop!"

An angry shout fell from the sky.

The crowd no longer surged forward like ants, and Yifeng stopped throwing his fists, panting and looking ahead, his fists dripping with red blood.

A man walked with his hands behind his back, dressed in a white robe, so dazzling and spotless in the blood-soaked streets.

"Ben Xuan!"

Yifeng's eyes burned with black-red flames, staring at Ben Xuan, who walked over step by step.

The crowd all dispersed, and Ben Xuan came forward with his hands on his back, holding a silver ring knife in both hands.

He looked compassionate and said bitterly: "Why do you want to kill so much? Kill these innocent people! The Buddha Tao can no longer tolerate you, and the world can no longer tolerate you!"

He slowly pulled out the silver knife from the scabbard, the silver light shimmered, with a silver-white light, and stabbed at Yifeng brightly, "Then I will send you to hell!"

Yifeng clenched his fists, "It's a good time!"

With a punch, the golden fist was mixed with the anger that became dark, and the fist rushed towards Ben Xuan, colliding with the silver-white light cluster of the silver knife, and exploded with a bang, and the arc in the golden-black fist exploded and continued to rush towards Ben Xuan.

Ben Xuan's silver knife face swung, blocking all the arcs out, and slashed forward again, the sharp knife light flashed with smart golden Buddha Dao runes and slashed towards the wind, and the powerful sword light pierced the air, and even the stone slabs on the street were split one after another.

Yifeng crossed his hands, his fists emitting a thick golden-black halo, and pushed his arms forward, standing in front of him.

The sword light slashed at his fists, bursting out with a strong power, slamming the wind away, the wind was lifted up, and he fell heavily into the distance, he wanted to struggle to get up, but he spat out a mouthful of black blood, stinking blood.

Yifeng fell to the ground, wiped the blood that overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were red, staring at Ben Xuan, who was approaching step by step with a knife, and said in a cruel voice: "What about my little senior sister?!What did you do to her!?"

Ben Xuan slowly moved the knife with both hands, slowly approaching the fallen wind, and said coldly: "You don't deserve to know." ”

Yifeng sneered: "You hid her, if she knew that I was here, she would definitely go out of her way to protect me." ”

Ben Xuan stopped, his face full of sarcasm, and he slowly turned sideways to make a way.

Yifeng looked over this road, his eyes instantly stiffened, and his face turned pale, and he saw Xiu Gu, his dearest little sister, standing quietly in the far side of the street, looking at him motionless!

Yifeng roared: "Senior sister!"

Xiu Gu was unmoved, her expression was indifferent.

The wind rose on the street, Xiu Gu's clothes were fluttering, her hair was flying, and her clear black eyes were full of frost and cold.

Yifeng struggled to stand up, the qi and blood in his body surged, and the black-red karmic fire wrapped the golden soul, baking quietly, like a demon who had finally seized the opportunity, coveting this golden soul.

Ben Xuan turned around and blocked Xiu Gu in the distance.

"Get out of the way. ”

Ichifeng clenched his fists and continued to glow black and gold.

The corners of Ben Xuan's mouth curled slightly, he snorted coldly, holding a knife in both hands, and the dazzling white light of the silver knife covered his figure, and with a loud bang, it shot towards the wind like a white arrow.

Yifeng took a step back, mobilized all the spiritual power in his body to infuse his arms, and his hands erupted into a huge black-gold light cluster, submerging Yifeng, and the two black-gold fists pushed forward.

A sharp white arrow shot into a black-gold ball of light.

"Bang!"

The black-gold light flew upside down and exploded in the distance of the street.

The power of the impact knocked down all the surrounding houses, shattering the gray stone slabs in the street into powder, exploding with a bang, and sending dust flying.

The dust gradually dissipated, and Yifeng's eyes widened, lying limply under the stone slabs of the street, his body crashing into the deep pit, and the corners of his mouth kept spitting black and red blood.

The black-red flames of the eyes of the wind gradually dissipated until they disappeared.

The flames had burned the sparkle in his eyes, and at this moment there was only the gray sky in his gray eyes, and there was a huge phantom in the gray sky, it was Xiu Gu with her clothes flying and her hair fluttering, and it was the little senior sister who smiled faintly at him.

He seemed to hear that the little senior sister whispered to him in the wind: "Stinky boy, you can't beat it, why don't you run?"

The voice echoed in his ears, and the corners of his mouth, where blood continued to gush out of the wind, squeezed out a faint smile in pain.

The next moment, a glittering silver knife obscured his vision, and he quietly closed his eyes.

"Ding!······"

He lost consciousness.