"Komatsu!" the master seemed to feel someone pick him up, and his eyes rolled in his sockets, and finally showed a glimmer of light.

"Master, don't speak, the apprentice will take you to Langzhong!" Luo Song hugged the master, jumping quickly on the eaves, he choked.

But the master in his arms didn't speak, and Luo Song was worried that he was dead, so he turned his head sideways.

His eyes were slightly wide open as he stared at the gray sky.

"Komatsu, why do you say that people have demons?" the master in his arms let out a weak moan and said softly.

Luo Song thought that he was moving too fast and touched the master's wound, so he immediately slowed down.

"I, I don't know. He lowered his eyes and replied honestly.

"That's not a Buddha, it's a monster!" After a long time, the master in his arms tried his best to say this last sentence.

Luo Song didn't know what he was talking about, he only knew that the best Langzhong store in the city had arrived.

He fell to the ground excitedly, looked at the slightly hidden door, and happily looked at the master in his arms, he didn't notice that the original warmth in his arms had gradually cooled.

The master had already lost his breath, his hair was fluttering on his dirty face, his cheeks were covered with dirt and dust, and the wisp of black and red blood under his nose had long since coagulated.

It looks like he's dying peacefully.

Luo Song was stunned, and it was clear that if he took a step further, he would be able to see the doctor.

He could no longer hold the master in his arms, and the whole person sat on the ground.

Luo Song didn't know what the master had encountered that night, he only knew that it was a monster, a monster that looked like a Buddha but not a Buddha.

Now he finally saw the monster, and he finally understood why the master had died at its hands.

Luo Song's hand holding the big knife trembled uncontrollably.

The monster's roar mixed with sadness and fear in his heart, and he felt an irrepressible pleasure.

Come on, monster, come on.

He roared and ran towards the monster, his eyes red!

"Touch!" Luo Song's figure appeared behind the Buddha with a leap in the air, and the big knife in his hand slashed down, emitting a dazzling golden light.

The knife was as if it had slashed at a boulder that was so hard that it didn't hurt in the slightest.

"I can't help myself. The Thousand-Handed Buddha smiled, and with a flip of his palm, the huge monster turned around, and four of its six hands grabbed Luo Song in mid-air.

Luo Song looked at the four ghost claws that were coming towards him, his body flipped in the air, and he dodged two hands, but the remaining two hands hit him heavily on his back.

The remaining two hands grabbed him and threw him to the ground, and Luo Song rolled on the ground twice more times, hitting a huge tree trunk before he stopped.

He got up from the ground, blood streaming from the corners of his mouth.

Not only is this monster huge and hard, but even its speed is like a phantom, and no one will be his opponent in melee combat.

Even his own master, the six of them joined forces at that time, but they couldn't subdue him, let alone himself?

Now he always acts alone, because he is afraid, he is afraid to watch his companion slowly die in front of him.

So he would rather be alone, without friends, partners, and careless, and continue to fulfill his master's ideals.

But all this is so ridiculous that an upright head catcher can't beat a thief who is bent on harming others.

What is said to be good and evil is not better than good?

More than twenty years ago, six men who were dedicated to justice died at its claws, and if they didn't die, maybe it would be better off in this world?

For all these years, there was not a day that he did not think about avenging them.

Every time he caught a prisoner, every time he hacked a madman, he felt better. But now the most damned man is in front of him, and he can't do anything.

Is this what good people deserve? For the sake of so-called bullshit justice, for the sake of this unjust world?

No, he was unwilling, and the blazing heat that came from nowhere spread from the dantian to his heart, beating his mind violently like a drumbeat.

A tear slowly flowed down his red eyes, followed by another line.

At this moment, his brain has been wrapped in endless anger, leaving only two words, revenge!

He must take revenge, even if he falls into the devil, he must destroy this monster.

Luo Song raised his head, his eyes red, as if he was soaked in blood.

He had completely forgotten his own mind, and no longer paid attention to the weakness of the Buddha with a thousand faces, and now he was full of power, which made him feel that he could face this monster head-on!

"Him. Luo Tianyang looked at Luo Song, who suddenly became angry, and spit out a word softly.

"What's going on?" Yin Qingxia looked at their feet in surprise, the ground began to shake at some point, and countless rubble trembled and jumped.

An incomparably powerful aura contained an endless murderous aura, overwhelmingly attacking the entire realm of the Buddha's Kasya.

"Luo Song, I'm enchanted. Luo Tianyang finally finished saying that, and then let out a long sigh.

I don't know what stimulated him, but now he has only killing in his mind. ”

"Enchanted?"

"That's right, one thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon, on the road of cultivating immortals, as long as you are a little careless, you will fall into the devil's path, just like Yu Ziqing for more than ten years. When Luo Tianyang said this, he secretly glanced at Luo Qingshui's expression beside him.

She looked at Luo Song, who had tears on his face, and suddenly felt that he was so pitiful.

That expression, as if he had lost everything.

Loved ones, lovers, friends, that desperate sadness.

"Let's not get too close to them now, otherwise we will ......" Luo Tianyang just wanted them to keep their distance from Luo Song at the moment.

A shadow had already rushed forward, that was, Luo Qingshui!

Luo Song jumped up from the ground, and he stepped on a deep pit in the ground.

He flew into the air, and the broadsword in his hand fell from the sky.

Without the slightest cover-up, it's just a bland knife.

The Thousand-Faced Buddha looked at Luo Song who fell from the sky and stretched out his arms to block it.

The knife slashed firmly at its arm, leaving a faint mark on it.

"Hahaha, Luo Song, didn't you say that I am difficult to ascend to the top of the country, why is it that you are the one who looks pitiful now?" Seeing that his Buddha was cut by Luo Song, the Thousand-Armed Buddha was not in a hurry, but laughed.

It's just that at this moment, Luo Song, he no longer has any divine sense, he only knows that he slashed in the air, and he actually left several scars on the Buddha's body.

However, those shallow traces did not bring any harm to the Buddha, and he waved his palms together and once again flew Luo Songfan out.

This palm made him retreat dozens of feet before he stabilized his figure, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, spraying like spring water, and soon stained the stone ground.

But he didn't know the pain at all, and he was about to rush forward to fight him hand-to-hand with the knife in his hand, but he was suddenly pulled by a person behind him.

"Don't come forward again, you're going to die!"

In the haze, Luo Song saw a figure appear in front of him, but it was too blurry for him to see his face.

"Master, master!" he murmured softly, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch the cheek of the person in front of him, and he wanted to feel the familiar temperature again.

"Qing Shui, Qing Shui!" Yin Qingxia and the others saw Luo Qingshui's fateful move, and they ran forward one after another, and they couldn't care about the safety zone anymore.

"Die, I want you to die!" It was just a dullness in a trance, and Luo Song regained his hideous appearance again, and raised the big knife in his hand high, but this time the target of the big knife was Luo Qingshui.

Seeing that the knife was about to fall, Luo Qingshui pounced forward, and she remembered the past.

As long as she is scared and troubled, the master will hold her to look at the stars, or hold her and whisper in her ear.

The temperature of her chest will slowly soothe her fragile heart.

So although she didn't know if this method was useful, and she didn't care about the difference between men and women, under Luo Tianyang's surprised gaze, she hugged the hoarse and whimpering man tightly.

Stretching out his slender palm, he gently patted his wide back.

"Well, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the master is here. She whispered softly in Luo Song's ear, a small, ethereal voice escaping into his ears.

At this moment, in Luo Tianyang's eyes, the originally manic Luo Song actually quieted down, and the big knife raised high in his hand never fell a single bit, and even the scarlet in his eyes gradually faded.

"Don't cry, don't cry, there's a master with you. Luo Qingshui remembered Yu Ziqing's words of comfort to her at that time.

"Komatsu, you said people. Luo Song's consciousness slowly became clear again, "Why are there demons?"

"Is it a demon?" It turns out that it has been suppressed in the bottom of my heart for so long!