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The hall was as quiet as if even the air had condensed, and everyone quietly watched the knife-wielding monk who suddenly appeared.

"I think I've heard of that name. The man in the red cloak tilted his head and thought for a moment, "However, whether he has heard of it or not, they are all bald donkeys, and they will die the same!" said the man in red cloak, shaking his head.

The non-killing monk on the opposite side lowered his head, making it impossible to see his face clearly, and his right hand holding the ring knife trembled slightly, as if he was frightened by the red-clothed cloaked man's words just now.

If Monk Fazheng could see the face of the monk who didn't kill now, he would definitely be taken aback. In his impression, his uncle doesn't talk much on weekdays, whether it is chanting scriptures, practicing martial arts, or doing other things, he has a straight face, like a piece of wood.

And now the monk who does not kill, his eyes are blood-red, the corners of his mouth are constantly twitching, and he keeps muttering something in his mouth, combined with his slightly trembling body, as if he is extremely excited.

Yes, it's extremely excited, not like an enlightened monk, more like an old demon who is about to start killing.

"Yes, the same to die, the same to die......"

When the voice of the monk who does not kill is gradually amplified, everyone can hear what he is talking about, and before everyone can show their expressions of surprise, at this time, the monk who does not kill moves.

"I'm going to die, kill !!"

Raising his head, after shouting the word "kill", the monk who does not kill waved the ring knife in his hand and slashed straight at the four cloaked people in front of him.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is an ordinary split, and just looking at the appearance is not even as good as the effect produced by some people in the four or five realms of martial arts when they use their sword techniques.

But is it really that simple?

The four cloaked people who faced this knife only felt that the entire heaven and earth were shrouded in this knife, and all the vitality around them was sucked out by this knife......

This knife is like a thunderbolt splitting down, swallowing mountains and rivers, and it is powerful, and it is like a demon god descending into the world, and the arrogance is monstrous.

There is nothing else in the whole heaven and earth except this sword.

"The Blood God is the body seal!"

Since you can't escape, it's better to resist.

In the face of this sword, the red-clothed cloaked man immediately condensed a large blood-colored handprint of defense in front of him, and the other three gray-cloaked men also used similar methods.

However, when the knife fell, the three gray-cloaked men behind the red-cloaked man immediately collapsed to the ground.

But if you look closely, the three gray-cloaked people who fell to the ground were not so much "people" as three clothes, three clothes that were thrown on the ground at random.

As for the red-cloaked man, it was not easy, and drops of liquid dripped down his sleeves on the stone slab below.

He was wounded, but instead of red blood, he was dripping green fluid.

The turquoise liquid dripped on the bluestone slabs in the main hall, corroding one pit after another.

Seeing this scene, the Fazheng monk was a spirit, this, is this still the uncle he knows?

Suddenly, he suddenly thought of a conversation with his master, the monk Bukong.

After he entered the door of Bukong, he knew that his master had two junior disciples, one was Uncle Bu Bu, and the other was Uncle Wu who didn't kill him.

In his image, the senior brother who does not quit acts uninhibitedly, does not abide by the rules and precepts, and is a monk of wine and meat, and the four words of Buddhist disciples seem to have nothing to do with him at all.

If you don't kill your uncle, it's the opposite, you're meticulous in your actions, and usually, you have nothing else except chanting scriptures and practicing martial arts.

Once, Fa Zheng saw Uncle Don't Kill practicing knife techniques, and the scene at that time made Fa Zheng unforgettable in his life.

When he doesn't kill and practice swords, he seems to be the only one in heaven and earth.

Everything around seemed to no longer exist, whether it was the insects and birds passing by, or the grass and trees around them, they were all intoxicated with the scene of not killing and practicing knives, including his Fa Zheng.

Obviously, he was observing and practicing the sword, but Fa Zheng saw a white-robed monk who was purifying and educating sentient beings, and after a while, he saw a Buddha with a solemn appearance, and before he could take a closer look at which Buddha it was, the Buddha in front of him had become a demon god who had come into the world, and he was violent.

Fa Zheng was stunned, and later, he went to consult his master Bukong.

He asked the master why he didn't kill his uncle, but he didn't speak, but just shook his head.

So, he asked what kind of knife technique he practiced by his uncle. And his master paused, and then said, "Foluo Sword Technique." ”

He asked, "What is Flo?"

Master shook his head again, this time only the corners of his mouth twitched, so that people couldn't hear him clearly.

It wasn't until after Master left that he heard Master's last words, "There is no self, no one, no beings, and no longevity......

In situ, the monk who did not kill was still red-eyed, as if he had completely fallen into a demon.

Finding that the red-clothed cloaked man was still standing, the monk did not show any discouragement, but continued to wave the ring knife in his hand.

"Buddha crosses sentient beings!"

A slightly hoarse voice shouted, followed by a sword that was like a shocking sword.

This knife, from the outside world, is not as ordinary as it was just now, and it has no power.

The entire space twisted as if it had been split.

"Ah......h

A blood-colored shadow shrouded the red-clothed cloaked man, but the sword instantly split the shadow like slicing tofu, and struck the red-cloaked man under the shadow.

"Poof"

The red-clothed cloaked man flew out upside down, only to see that the white sword light passed through the red-cloaked man, split the main hall, and continued to slash towards a hundred-zhang high mountain in the distance.

And this hundred-zhang high mountain didn't seem to be able to stop the aftermath of this sword, only to see that the white Pi Lian passed through the mountain again, and finally, disappeared into the sky.

"Boom"

In an instant, this large hall that could hold 10,000 people collapsed, splashing boundless dust.

Fortunately, no one in this hall was an ordinary person, and with the help of each other, the fallen stone pillars and stones did not cause any casualties.

These Zhuang Yuyuan disciples who escaped the catastrophe didn't have time to rejoice, and they saw a scene that they would never forget.

"Boom ......"

In the morning light, a hundred-zhang high mountain was sliding down from where it was, faster and faster, faster and faster, and then, this hundred-zhang high mountain slid down the Black Wind Mountain.

"Boom ......"

This movement was earth-shattering, as if the sky had fallen, and it took a while for many stunned disciples to recover.

"Ahem......"

A violent cough caught everyone's attention, and when they looked up, they saw the red-cloaked man wriggling under the gravel.

"It's not dead yet...... many people couldn't believe their eyes.

Seeing that the enemy was still alive, the red-eyed monk waved the ring knife in his hand again, ready to cut it again.

"Stop!"

A voice descending from the sky stopped him, and the eyes of the monk who did not kill him looked into the air with murderous intent.

As soon as he saw someone coming, surprisingly, the blood red in the eyes of the monk who did not kill actually faded and turned into the original black and white pupils.

"Whew, it's still a step too late......"

The person who came was Lin Hu's first gentleman when he started school, Mr. Yue, and the gentleman Jian Yue Buqun.

The monk who returned to normal looked at the messy surroundings, immediately threw away the ring knife in his hand, lowered his head, folded his hands, and began to chant the Buddha's teachings: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

Yue Buqun: "......"

Instead, Yue Buqun walked towards the red-clothed cloaked man under the gravel again, and before he could speak, the red-clothed cloaked man first asked, "Why ......?"

"Our goal is to be your ...... from the beginning"

"It's like ......" Before the red-cloaked man could finish speaking, his body quickly dried up, and then, like the three gray-cloaked men before him, turned into dust.

"Alas......" Looking at the monk who was still bowing his head and chanting the scriptures, Yue Buqun sighed helplessly, he really obeyed these bald donkeys!

Just when the others were still immersed in the strength of not killing monks, Fa Zheng looked at the red-clothed cloaked man who turned into Egypt, and only a faint thought flashed in his mind: "Foluo? or Mo Luo......" (The novel "The Legend of the Book Immortal" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)