Xiao Yunhe just looked at Zen Master Baizhang like this, and watched Zen Master Baizhang fall to the ground in a panic, and moved backwards in vain. There was no anger or joy in his eyes, only the indifference of fear and despair that the other Zen master felt more and more.

Seeing that the Baizhang Zen Master on the ground was still moving forward, Xiao Yunhe frowned, shook his hand, and the slit thick back knife in his hand suddenly turned into a white light and flew out, "poof", and the knife fell to the front edge of the palm of the Baizhang Zen Master who was moving backwards on the ground, and the tip of the knife was inserted downward on the snow, and the whole root was gone, leaving only one handle still outside.

Baizhang Zen Master's hand was still moving backwards in a panic, but when his hand touched the cold and more cold knife body behind him, he suddenly shuddered, and moved backwards in a panic, and suddenly he didn't dare to make any other movements.

His hands were propped up on the cold ground, and the ice and snow on the ground were so cold that he wanted to lose all his intuition at this time, and he didn't feel any cold at all. But his own body will not be deceived, because he rubbed on the ground so unhesitantly, there is probably some sharp weapon on the ground that is covered by snow, under the palm of his hand, there has been a red blood, like the snow under his palm is permeated with dazzling blood, and the heart is occupied by fear Baizhang Zen Master, but he does not feel the pain of the skin on the palm of his hand, the whole person has become a statue for a hundred years, looking up, looking at Xiao Yunhe, who is like a leisurely stroll, slowly approaching step by step.

Xiao Yunhe finally walked in front of Baizhang Zen Master, he looked at Baizhang Zen Master, his eyes were calm, and there was no emotion in it. But in the frightened Baizhang Zen Master Yan zhòng, Xiao Yunhe's gaze is much more terrifying than all the vicious and wicked people in this world, watching Xiao Yunhe walk in front of him without saying a word, just looking at himself with this kind of fierce gaze in the eyes of Baizhang Zen Master, Baizhang Zen Master's heart feels more and more desperate, irrepressible fear, so that Baizhang Zen Master fell to the ground's body, uncontrollably started to swing.

And the knife that was tightly attached to his fingers, although the entire blade of the knife was poor on the snow, and the small half of the knife body below was estimated to have been lost into the frozen earth, but under the irregular trembling transmission of Baizhang Zen Master, the handle of a knife that was tightly on the outside also followed the trembling body of Baizhang Zen Master, trembling gently. It was not as frequent as the Baizhang Zen Master's trembling, but it also trembled and the surrounding snow-covered ground gradually spread out a crack with a smile.

Of course, the details of this kind of smile are something that the Baizhang Zen Master at this moment cannot and has no intention of detecting. All his attention now was focused on Xiao Yunhe's joyless and sad face, looking at Xiao Yunhe's eyes that had never changed, but in the eyes of Baizhang Zen Master Yan Zòng, who had become more and more cruel.

Standing in front of Baizhang Zen Master like this, Xiao Yunhe quietly looked at Baizhang Zen Master for a while, looked at Baizhang Zen Master who was swinging all over his body, looked at the knife behind Baizhang Zen Master that was found on the ground by himself, and looked at Baizhang Zen Master Yan zhòng's despair that became more and more impossible for people to look at.

Before the last bit of courage of Baizhang Zen Master was about to be swallowed up by despair, Xiao Yunhe suddenly moved.

He exploded his eyes, and his feet still stopped in their original position without moving, but he suddenly bent down, and his hands also stretched out towards the Baizhang Zen Master who was lying on the ground. And the position where his hands stretched out was precisely the thin neck of Baizhang Zen Master.

"No...... Don't kill me...... Don't ......" Baizhang Zen Master's whole body trembled, although Xiao Yunhe's action of reaching forward was slow, but Baizhang Zen Master didn't want to dodge at all, he just trembled all over, a pair of eyes got bigger and bigger, looking at Xiao Yunhe's outstretched hands, his body trembled more and more.

He now understands what the outcome he is going to face is, just like the fate of the more than 20 people he saw before, he is about to cross the ground and turn into a corpse that can't speak, lying on this icy and snowy street, using his own blood to add another stroke to this disciple who has been stained with blood.

When faced with danger, anyone's first instinct is to flee. But when you find that the fear you face is unavoidable, it is completely a fate that cannot be escaped, then it is very likely that you will be like the current Baizhang Zen Master, and you can't afford to run away at all.

Because when faced with fear, you can still have the mind to run. But when fear becomes a complete fear, then, except for the desperate wait for the doom to come, you will not have any mind to think about how to escape.

Looking at Xiao Yunhe's hands that were about to fall on his neck, the Baizhang Zen Master who was shrouded in despair was really like closing his eyes immediately, even though the end of death was unavoidable, but watching this ending play out, even those who knew they were going to die couldn't bear it. But now he suddenly found that his entire body and mind were occupied by a feeling called despair, and he had lost control of any part of his body, and the only organ in his body that could still maintain normal functioning, or even play a stronger function than usual, was his eyes.

He couldn't do anything about it, the only thing Baizhang Chan could know was Xiao Yunhe's hands getting closer and closer, he was so close, he could even see the color on each of Xiao Yunhe's nails, but he couldn't let himself dodge the action, and even, he even closed his eyelids, a laughing action that anyone could complete, had become an unattainable luxury in this life.

However, what Zen Master Baizhang, who was in deep despair, did not expect was that the hands that Xiao Yunhe stretched out did not really fall on his neck as he thought. When he was close to his cheeks, Xiao Yunhe's hands turned a corner and stretched out behind Baizhang Zen Master.

Baizhang Zen Master was stunned by Xiao Yunhe's strange behavior, from despair to shock, the huge psychological gap made Baizhang Zen Master unable to make any appropriate reaction, when he had not yet recovered half of his soul that had entered the underworld, he could not be regarded as a normal person who was really in or or.

He didn't know where Xiao Yunhe's hands were going, although he could see them as long as he turned his head. The only reaction he made was that his trembling body, which was like chaff, suddenly stopped because of Xiao Yunhe's astonishing move. And this physical change is not within the control range of Baizhang Zen Master, this is just a knee-jerk reaction, as for who gave the order, I'm afraid no one can say clearly.

There was another "poof", and the Baizhang Zen Master heard another involuntary trembling, and before he could look back to see what was going on, Xiao Yunhe's waist straightened up, and the Baizhang Zen Master, who had become stunned on the ground, only felt that there was suddenly something cool on his face, and that cool feeling seemed to still flow, flowing from his cheeks to his collar.

This...... Is it blood? Is it ...... Own blood?

Zen Master Baizhang, who slowly returned to his soul, stiffened his ability to think.

He mechanically reached out and touched the cold stuff on his cheek.

That thing was really liquid, but it didn't have the viscous feeling of blood, and it was cool, even if he had been on this snow for so long, he hadn't died after all, and if it was blood flowing out of his body, it should be warm, and it should definitely not be the cold touch it is now.

This...... Not your own blood? Just ...... That person didn't give himself a knife?

Baizhang Zen Master struggled to run his brain that had just been restarted, and suddenly realized.

I'm not dead, I'm not dead......

Baizhang Zen Master was gradually shocked by his own ecstatic cognition, and after a while, this shocking news, and then he once again made a swing. And at this time, Baizhang Zen Master, who had already returned to his soul, still didn't think of getting up from the ground, only the body that was still trembling was still reminding others that there was still a living creature here.

Baizhang Zen Master didn't see that the collar of his coat had been soaked. He didn't see that Xiao Yunhe, who was standing in front of him, had already stood up straight again, and Xiao Yunhe, who was standing in front of him, had reappeared in his hand the slit thick-backed knife that had just been harvested but was the souls of the three people. The blade of the blade, which shimmered sharply with cold light, reflected the sunlight of the sun, which had risen a pole high, shining brightly, covered with a layer of warm glow.

Looking at the Baizhang Zen Master on the ground who seemed to be crazy, Xiao Yunhe suddenly laughed.

A moment ago, this madman on the ground was still a high-ranking monk who was solemnly worshiped by thousands of people. Now, who can recognize that this obscene old man who was scared of his courage would be the same person as the previous monk?

"Master, on the ground, is it very comfortable?" Xiao Yunhe opened his mouth and said slowly.

The tone was very flat, I didn't hear any mockery, and there was no ulterior motives, just a very casual greeting.

Of course, this is just a façade. It may only be in the eyes of a person who has not seen what Xiao Yunhe did before that he may feel this way. In the eyes of Zen Master Baizhang, in the nagging and old guns that followed Xiao Yunhe like a shadow, and in the eyes of the 100,000 people who had already retreated a few hundred meters away in a panic, this sentence was definitely much more terrifying and vicious than the roar of the devil.

Suddenly, hearing Xiao Yunhe's voice, Baizhang Zen Master, who fell into a state of ecstasy and madness, was like a basin of cold water poured on his head in the cold winter of Layue, and he shivered excitedly, Baizhang Zen Master raised his head again, and looked at Xiao Yunhe's demonic smiling face in front of him with even more frightened eyes.

As for the sentence that Xiao Yunhe said, the question asked, Zen Master Baizhang couldn't think of answering it at all. Otherwise, in front of Xiao Yunhe, who has already placed the seeds of fear in the deepest part of Baizhang Zen Master's heart, Baizhang Zen Master will definitely not dare to hesitate for a moment, and he will definitely know everything.

"Master, the ground is full of snow, it must be uncomfortable to sit on the ground like this, stand up!" The smile on Xiao Yunhe's face remained unchanged, and he said to the stunned Baizhang Zen Master on the ground.

"Ahh!!hh He braced his body in a panic, whirling around the snow, trying to get himself safe from Xiao Yunhe's order to stand up. But what he didn't expect was that because he had maintained this posture on the cold ground for too long, the hands that had lost their intuition were not as flexible and agile as before, although Baizhang Zen Master Endeavor worked hard for a long time, but his body still did not stand up immediately as he thought, but turned in a circle in vain on the snow, but made a circle mark on the snow on the ground.

Xiao Yunhe just watched Zen Master Baizhang spin around in circles on the ground, without speaking, nor did he reach out to pull a hand, or raise his leg and kick it.

Finally, the Baizhang Zen Master, who had tried his best, finally let himself stagger to his feet. And at this time, the appearance of Baizhang Zen Master is much more miserable.

Originally, the Baixing Zen Master was wearing a simple but clean monk's robe. Worn on the previous treasure solemn and upright Baizhang Zen Master, it looks very suitable.

But now, Zen Master Baizhang is still wearing the same monk's robe as before. But now the monk's robe has become wrinkled, and I don't know what dirt the Baizhang Zen Master has stained when he rubs back and forth on the ground, the black and white clothes look dirty, and what is even more unbearable is that there are a few more dazzling blood traces on the clothes.

And if you look at the wet palms of Baixing Zen Master, you will understand that the blood on Baizhang Zen Master's clothes came from that place.

His hands, wet, were all stained by the melted snow by the temperature of his hands when they were propped up on the snow. Inside the palm of his hand, the flesh and blood were blurred, and he didn't know what he touched on the ground, it was ground into this miserable appearance, and until now the blood is still dripping down, without the slightest intention of stopping, and even a lot of blood has flowed onto the clothes of the Baizhang Zen Master, leaving a long blood stain.

"The master seems to be bleeding?" Xiao Yunhe tilted his head and said to the Baizhang Zen Master who was spreading his hands like a fool.

"Ahh!!h

As soon as he looked down, he also saw that his two hands were bloody and blurry, but he didn't feel any pain in his hands at all. At this time, after listening to Xiao Yunhe's words, although Xiao Yunhe's words did not mean to command, but Baizhang Zen Master, who had become a single-celled animal at this time, seemed more flexible than anyone else when he comprehended Xiao Yunhe's meaning, and before Xiao Yunhe said the second sentence, Baizhang Zen Master automatically understood Xiao Yunhe's meaning, and he began to implement it immediately.

He looked at the scars on his two hands, and he didn't complain of pain, but grabbed the sleeve of his monk's robe with both hands, and pulled it hard, and tore off a piece of cloth.

Immediately, the Baixing Zen Master wrapped this cloth around one of his hands. Although both hands were injured and his movements were very inflexible, under the incomparable enthusiasm of Zen Master Baizhang, he still completed this seemingly difficult action very quickly. Although this task was not very qualified, the bandaging was so-so, and there were some extra blood marks on it, but this hand was finally wrapped, at least, it was not seen to bleed outward.

And then, Baizhang Zen Master concocted the same method, and the general's hands, which were still bleeding, were also bandaged with this rough starter.

After completing this qiē, Zen Master Baizhang put down his hands, he no longer felt any pain, raised his head, he continued to look at Xiao Yunhe, waiting for Xiao Yunhe's next command.

"Bandaged?" Xiao Yunhe casually looked at Baizhang Zen Master's two hands, and waved his hand, "Since everything is ready, the master can go back!"

After saying this, Xiao Yunhe turned around and walked forward without looking back. Behind him, only the lonely Baizhang Zen Master was left.

"Ahh!!h

But as soon as he took three steps forward, he suddenly realized what he was doing. There are no surprises for the rest of his life, and there is only more terrible fear in the heart of Baizhang Zen Master.

He stopped suddenly, turned around suddenly, and looked at Xiao Yunhe, who had walked out more than ten steps away without looking back, although he knew that it seemed to be the most correct choice not to make a sound at this time, but he still couldn't help but shout: "Childe!"

"What else is the matter with the master?" Xiao Yunhe stopped, did not turn around, and replied lightly.

"You...... Are you really letting me go?" said Baizhang Zen Master eatingly, full of disbelief.

"The master has hands and feet, and he can come and go freely, why can't he go?" Xiao Yunhe replied, no longer waiting, raised his feet, and continued to walk forward.