Old Robert walked towards the gate of Xianfeng Temple, where he had once again put on his helmet and visor, and carried his huge sword, which looked more like a guard of honor than a battlefield sword.

Eager to see how he wielded his sword, Ashina slowed his light pace and followed behind the Nanban warriors.

The two of them walked together for less than ten minutes before they saw the mountain gate wide open and the mountain road that stretched towards the mountain.

There is nothing surprising about the mountain gate, and the mountain road is not unusual.

But when there is a red stream flowing down the mountain road that winds upward, there is a bloody smell, and the scene is a little different.

Old Robert lifted his iron booted foot, only to find that the blood-red liquid had flowed to where he stood.

The reeds on the side laughed heartily.

"So much blood, let alone a dozen people."

One of them was killed on the battlefield of Europe, and the other was once in a war of thieves with the Inner Palace.

The two of them were not very surprised by the blood of a dozen people.

Walking up the stream of blood, I saw a messy battlefield.

But at this time, the two battlefield veterans who were not surprised just now couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Reeda was very familiar with the massive bleeding that the air blade could cause, but he never thought that the blood flowing in the human body would appear like this after being cut and brought out by the air blade. Aesthetically pleasing.

Bright red blood was sprinkled on the green grass and brown tree trunks.

The fallen leaves of the maple tree float and wander on the stream of blood.

The corpses of the monks were not hideous, most of them were taken away by a crisp knife, so they are now scattered in various parts of the mountain path.

Quiet and calm. This scene after the slaughter makes people feel a sense of dead beauty.

Lan En is not a pervert and will deliberately pursue the atmosphere of the killing scene.

But when he started it, it seemed that this effect was achieved naturally.

The emperor's sons generally had superb artistic accomplishments, and they did not make his singing voice beautiful, but seemed to have played a role in other aspects.

Reina twinked his fingers on the hilt of his sword.

"Hell Bliss, it's really bluffing."

But Robert Sr. only watched more after the initial shock. Instead, he walked with rather heavy steps to the edge of a tree.

In the large pile of small windmills stuck in the roots of the tree, a petite skull stood out.

Looking through the hole where the little skull had been dug, you could see many small bones peeking out of the dirt.

The tengu-faced old man paced behind the stiff half-kneeling Nanban warrior, his tone calm and cold. It's like I've seen too much.

"It's clear whether it's true or not."

Old Robert didn't speak, and perhaps couldn't speak.

It's just that the tall and powerful body looks more and more shrunken and trembling more and more from the back.

It was he who sent his son here with his own hands.

Reina watched from behind him, watching him tremble more and more, and even the armor on his body began to tremble and resound.

And wait until this tremor reaches its peak. Instead, he suddenly stabilized.

At the same time, Ashina's one-eyed under the mask narrowed slightly.

The atmosphere is different.

A sorrowful heart forges a terrible sword for a warrior.

Without saying a word, Old Robert calmly propped up his body with his giant sword and advanced towards the deeper part of the Xianfeng Temple.

It doesn't matter that the monks play him like a fool.

Let him do day jobs, it doesn't matter.

However, the son he sent to treat the sick was used as experimental material.

Now, it's time for him to collect his debts.

——

Now that Lan En had drawn his knife and slashed people, he was not ready to stop.

More than a dozen monks on the mountain road lasted less than five minutes under his blade, which was still due to the "Xianfeng Temple Boxing Method" to make their bodies flexible and light, and they were very easy to toss and turn.

"Sting!"

Lane pulled the knife out of a monk's collarbone.

This guy is similar to a monk on the mountain road, and he can't cultivate himself stupidly.

Clenching his fists, he took the initiative to attack Lan En, but Lan En just used [Dengli] to block it just right, and his own posture completely collapsed.

When the muscle strength could not be integrated and the center of gravity could not be stabilized, he could only watch Lan En stab the long knife vertically into his collarbone and into his viscera in that second.

The witcher's face was flat, and as he drew his sword, he still held the hilt and twisted it ninety degrees.

The blood foam that spurted out of this spilled all the way to the face of the seated statue of the Buddha in the main hall.

After this side hall, there are many halls of Xianfeng Temple.

When the temple is still normal, people will first pay a brief visit here, and then go up the mountain all the way, and worship many halls and many Buddha statues one by one.

Finally, in the famous Lianhua Temple, which is divided by 33 pillars and enshrines 1,000 statues of Goddess of Mercy, listen to the teachings of the Venerable Master Xianfeng and enjoy blessings.

There are already three Xianfeng Temple members lying in this side hall, because the Dharma has been abandoned, and there are now many grasshoppers with large heads jumping around in the side hall that has not been cleaned for a long time, gnawing on the ignorant flesh and blood that collapsed to the ground.

The blood-stained Buddha statue hung with spider silk still looked down on everyone in the side hall with that compassionate smile.

A Taro soldier wearing a monk's robe and holding a big stick in his hand was swallowing saliva at this time, staring at Lan En who was approaching him with wide eyes.

"Don't come here! Don't be so fierce, I won't let you hurt the temple. Wow! ”

Before he could finish speaking, he was like a baseball player who wanted to hit a home run, and his whole body was focused on a stick and drew towards Lane.

Lan En struck lightly with the toothpick-like knife, and the reckless swing of this blow was completely deflected by the [Dengli].

Taro Bing even pressed the weight of his body, and he couldn't stop the car himself.

After slamming it off and slamming it directly into the wall, Lan En pressed the back of his head and added force.

With a 'bang', the tall and fat Roshan fell down in a daze.

Lann landed lightly.

Taro Bing is more than two and a half meters tall, and he has to jump up if he wants to press the back of his head to give him a look.

But now that his [Light Body Technique] made him not fall to the ground heavily, even if he was wearing this kind of Bear School armor.

After dealing with this stupid but innocent Taro soldier, Lan En walked back to the seated statue of the Buddha.

Not for the sake of worshipping the Buddha, but for the sake of a 'Buddha who is in the world'.

A 'high monk' who made himself a mummy.

Sitting cross-legged, a total of less than a meter tall and emaciated. No, it should be said that the rotten old man is sitting on a futon in front of the seated statue of the Buddha.

There were no more moist and full eyeballs in his eyes.

This organ has been completely consumed in the process of cultivating the Buddhahood.

The parchment-like skin was broken, the twine-like muscle fibers were exposed, and the monk's robe was tattered.

But in Lan's senses, the vitality of this immedian Buddha. It's so strong that it's a little scary.

But that is not the life force that belongs to man, look at the flow of heat in his body. It's more like a centipede in the body moving.

"A body completely propped up by centipedes"

Lan En pursed his lips, took out a bottle of muddy and heavy sword oil from the alchemy leather bag on his waist, and applied it to the sword.

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