The ground around Luo Song is so full of holes that not even a single piece of land can be seen.

He didn't move, every step he took, every step he took was on that fixed track.

In the face of such a dazzling attack, he didn't even take a step to dodge.

The last golden light was removed, Luo Song jumped, and the ground under his feet finally cracked with his beating, forming a large pit about several feet deep.

"Oh my God!" Yin Qingxia and Luo Qingshui grew their mouths at the same time.

This pit is deep enough to bury them all.

"Heh, it's not a loss to catch the head, but I still have some ability. The Thousand-Armed Buddha looked at Luo Song, who jumped out, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Luo Song was by no means easy, although he had avoided the Thousand Hands Buddha's thousand golden rays, but this also consumed a lot of his true qi, and more importantly, his current physical strength could no longer keep up.

Even his consciousness is duller than before, Xuan Xian is really still strong, even if he is at the peak of the Golden Immortal, he can't fight with him.

He originally thought that if he fought to the death, he would at least be able to defeat him, but he didn't expect the Thousand Hands Buddha to force himself to such a point just by using golden light.

Drops of sweat slowly slid down Luo Song's forehead, and he gasped, less than ten zhang behind him was Luo Qingshui.

"Are you okay?" Yin Qingxia and Luo Qingshui ran forward, wanting to take a look at Luo Song's situation.

A broadsword rained down from the sky, cutting a deep gap in their stone ground.

"Don't cross this line! Luo Song exhaled a long breath, Luo Qingshui's strength was too low, and they only came forward to die.

Even if only one of those golden lights hit the Jindan Immortal Cultivator, I am afraid that he will die on the spot, he is a head catcher, he can't watch the people get hurt.

"Hey, this guy really doesn't know what to do, we have to help him, he actually ......" Luo Qingshui was very dissatisfied with Luo Song's attitude, and muttered quietly.

"He's right, our strength is too low, and going forward will only add a burden to him, and I can't participate in this battle. Luo Tianyang glanced at Luo Qingshui, she will always be the same, treating other people's kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs.

"Then what should we do? Isn't it possible to wait for death here?" Yin Qingxia was also very anxious, and Lin Qingdu beside her began to pray to God and worship Buddha.

"Wait a little longer!" Luo Tianyang hesitated, at this moment he seemed to have no other way.

He only hoped that the signal he had just sent would be seen.

"Don't talk nonsense, you are a thief, I am an official, even if I try my best today, I can't allow you to do anything wrong. Although Luo Song knew that he was not his opponent, his words were still firm.

"Oh, yes, then I'd like to see what you can do to stop me today!"

He had taken a string of beads out of nowhere, but each bead on the bead was silvery-white, as if it had been made of bone.

The Buddha of the Thousand Hands holds the beads in the palm of his hand, and the five fingers of his left hand are put together in front of his chest.

"Om, well, what, horn, me, moo!" He was reading the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, but as he uttered the last word, instead of the golden light of the Buddha, the heavens and the earth appeared not with golden light, but with a violent black hurricane, which rolled and roared.

Behind him, a red-gold Buddha several feet high slowly appeared, wearing a ragged robe, with a golden skull strung Buddha beads on his chest, and his face was Buddha-like but with sharp fangs, like a monster bathing and killing in human blood.

What's even more terrifying is that this non-human and non-Buddha monster actually has six arms!

"Buddha with a thousand faces. The Thousand-Handed Buddha muttered.

When Luo Song saw this strange monster, his face also showed a look of shock, the Buddha who should have looked kind turned out to be so hideous.

"What Buddha, this is obviously the monster you have cultivated, it is difficult to ascend!" Luo Song sneered disdainfully, as if he was laughing at the fall of the Thousand-Armed Buddha.

"Oh, yes, then please try my monster!" the Thousand-Handed Buddha seemed to be enraged, he sneered, and twisted the Buddha beads in his hand.

The monster behind him, who was several feet tall, headed straight for Luo Song.

At the feet of the monster, Luo Song, who was a human, seemed so small.

"Is this the true strength of Xuan Immortals?" Luo Tianyang also admired in his heart, the strength of this Thousand Hands Buddha is definitely not low among Xuan Immortals, I am afraid that even Yu Linchen will be shocked when he sees this scene at this moment, this person who always looks like he always has a smile on his face would actually keep such a terrifying monster in captivity.

Every step the Buddha took in front of him, the earth was trembling, and Luo Song looked at the monster running towards him, and smiled helplessly.

I'm afraid I'm really going to fold here today, but if he dies here, what will happen to the five people behind him?

No, he can't give up easily.

Even though he didn't know them, even though they hadn't spoken a few words until now, it was his duty, and he had to protect them with his life!

Luo Song took a long breath and raised the big knife in his hand again.

"Old friend, it looks like we're going to see each other soon. ”

He stroked the smooth and cold blade of the broadsword, as if he was caressing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, and whispering goodbye to him.

But that's certainly not saying goodbye to the knife.

There are few important people who are difficult to let go of in their hearts, although they may not be around, and may have left the personnel.

Just like Lin Qing and Yin Qingxia's hearts are naturally difficult to let go of each other, Luo Qingshui is her master, Luo Tianyang also has it, and Yan Jinyu is no exception.

And Luo Song, what he will never forget is his master's relieved smile before he died.

I don't remember how many years ago, at that time, the head catcher commander of Qixian City was still Luo Song's master, and Luo Song was just a new head catcher in the city.

When he first entered the Golden Immortal, it took a lot of effort to become a head catcher, and his strength at that time could be said to be the weakest.

So his master took good care of him, and the rest of his team took good care of him.

It's just that they are all dead, and every head catcher who knows Luo Song is dead.

There were a total of 7 headhunters in Qixian City, including Luo Song, and 6 died overnight, all because of one person.

A monster to be exact.

He hadn't seen the monster, but he finally saw it now.

He didn't, "It's you, it's you, it's you!" and his voice screamed at the Thousand-Armed Buddha in a mournful voice.

Just lightly wiped the knife in his hand.

One night more than twenty years ago, Luo Song's master and five other headhunters went out of the city to encircle and suppress an immortal cultivator at the peak of the Golden Immortal.

Because Luo Song had just become the head catcher, he was instructed by his master not to participate in this mission.

It was this that allowed Luo Song to escape.

That night, he kept vigil in the yamen, watching the red candles burn one after another, and watching the candles and tears dripping all over the black square table of the yamen.

Master, they went for four hours, but they didn't come back.

Luo Song couldn't sit still, and he couldn't help but worry a little about their safety.

But the six of them can clearly intercept and kill a Xuan Immortal, how can a Golden Immortal cultivator help them?

He comforted himself in his heart.

But the sky gradually brightened, and the chickens in the city made a crisp high crow, but Luo Song never heard the knock on the door.

Then I watched the six brothers and sisters walking in while laughing and joking, wiping away the blood stains on their faces or rubbing their tired eyes, and then greeted Luo Song, why didn't you sleep all night?

Did you miss us?

But no, the door that was not closed was not opened.

After the rooster crowed, Luo Song couldn't stop it anymore, he got up and pushed open the hidden door, wanting to go out to find out.

But he saw the master covered in blood, his whole body was blackened with blood, and only one of his left arms was left, as if his arm had been gnawed off by some vicious beast, and the blood was no longer flowing at this moment.

Or maybe his blood has long since been spent.

His lips trembled slightly, and he had long since lost his blood, like a dying patient.

"Master, master!" Luo Song stepped forward in a panic and held him in his arms, looking at the middle-aged man who was only forty years old.

Those who do the business of catching heads rarely start a family, because once they have relatives in their families, they have concerns in their hearts, and they are unlikely to stand up when they encounter danger, not afraid of life and death.

This is what Master Luo Song told him, as a head catcher, his duty is to maintain peace in the world and the world of cultivating immortals.

It's a significant responsibility, but it's also a difficult task.