The forty-zhang long iron chain runs through the dense fog, like two death cold blades, the murderous aura stirs the dense fog, and the slaughter of the common people looms in the fog.

His blood-stained red robe was torn, his long hair was dirty and fluffy, and his face was hateful, and he no longer looked like a man, but more like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.

Killing Cangsheng stirred the iron chains, and the two iron chains slashed from a distance, the wind was fierce and invincible.

"Boom!"

The iron chain was not covered, sharp and sharp, cutting through the ground, cutting the pavilion and house hall more than ten zhang high into half, the ground was ravine, and the scars were numerous.

Jimo dodged the flying chains lightly, and his robe rolled. He lowered his head to look down at him, and although the fog obscured his vision, it began to slowly disperse after this stirring.

There was a river of blood flowing under his body, corpses were everywhere, and the finely carved steps were covered with a layer of blood, and the clear pond was full of broken corpses.

"Which fellow Daoist saved the Trace Mountain Sect. A gray-robed old Taoist stood up with difficulty with a sword, let the broken arm drip blood, raised his head and wept silently, his old eyes were dim, and he didn't have much look at Jimo.

A lot of hard work, nearly a hundred years of protection, but in the blink of an eye, no matter how strong this old man was back then, how many hardships he overcame, at this moment it is unbearable to watch his disciples and grandchildren turn into loess before he ends his life.

"Nameless people, don't worry about it, leave it to me, you take care of those who are seriously injured!" Jimo sighed lightly, leaned through the chain, and stabbed at the slaughter with a halberd of conscience.

Death and life are not the norm, and when you really face it, you will find that life is just so fragile.

The vacuum was torn, the iron chain was waved, and the fierce murderous aura cut through the thick fog, stabbing Jimo's skin, and it was faintly painful. Jimo's face changed slightly, "How is it possible." ”

His body has been tempered by flames and forged by the Heavenly Tribulation, which is the best magic weapon of the Heavenly Beggar Realm cultivator, and it falls on his body, but it is like tickling, but this killing machine will make him feel stinging.

The strength of killing the common people is undisguised, and it can be seen at a glance that the heavens are begging for three heavens, but Jimo feels that the killing of the common people at this moment is much more terrible than when he was in the Vermilion Bird Palace.

"He's got better up. ”

Jimo flickered a few tricks, attracting the attention of the common people, and disappeared into the thick fog. This place can no longer be used as a battlefield, otherwise it is destined to be in ruins.

"Whoa!"

The chains formed waves, swept the vacuum, slaughtered and killed, looked at everything, the corners of his mouth hung high with mockery, and nothing could enter his eyes.

The murderous aura tore through the dense fog, and this murderous aura has obviously become the climate, and even if it doesn't succeed, there is a lot of gain.

"Roar!"

Killing Cangsheng suppressed his roar, stepped into the universe, and the iron chain rolled towards Jimo.

Jimo is like a lively loach, shuttling through the iron chain, and he wields the halberd to resist the iron chain. I don't know what forged this iron chain, the ice is piercing, and it is so hard that even the Question Halberd can't leave a trace on it.

"Remnant Heaven!"

Jimo shook off the iron chain and retreated, for more than a month, he continued to compress his strength, more than twice as strong as before, and he was worthy of a tie with Lu Cangsheng.

Killing Cangsheng was a former Dao Convergence Realm powerhouse, although the realm fell, but the experience was still there, if it wasn't crazy, Ji Mo Nan was his opponent.

Looking at the killing of the common people from afar, Jimo frowned slightly, if he wants to defeat the killing of the people, it is too difficult, the killing of the common people is a tireless demon god, but Jimo will eventually have a moment of tiredness, and if it drags on for a long time, he will definitely be at a disadvantage.

"Slash!"

Killing Cangsheng has already stepped up, the murderous aura on his body is not hidden, the aura is attached to the iron chain, and the glow of the sun erupts, this murderous weapon actually has a bit of holiness.

The air shattered, within a radius of forty zhang, as if collapsing, the dense fog covering the eyes was broken here, everything else in the air was annihilated except for the aura, and the aftermath of the battle between the two was too powerful, and it was difficult for the air to exist here.

Jimo stepped out in one step, smashing the air that was nearly a square kilometer, and finally broke out of the shroud of the iron chain, this time he no longer hesitated, and pressed towards the slaughter of the common people.

"Kill!"

A ten-zhang long cold light erupted on the Asking Heart Halberd, the green dragon roared, the dragon's tail swung violently, and rushed out from between the Asking Heart Halberd, the dragon's mouth was wide open, wanting to swallow the killing people.

"Boom!"

The iron chain fell on Jimo with the momentum of oppression, and there was no routine in the way he killed the people, but every move he made carried the breath of destruction. Jimo's body trembled slightly, and he retreated, and the flesh that had been tempered again after the Heavenly Tribulation was actually injured by the iron chain, and the murderous aura entered the body along the wound and wantonly destroyed.

The vitality of the Dao Yun runs automatically, bringing wisps of vitality, encircling the murderous qi, and repairing Jimo's injuries.

The green dragon devoured the slaughtering people, and the sky of more than ten zhang disappeared, and was swallowed by the green dragon and the killing people, the wind swept away, and the thick fog trembled.

"Peng!"

The chain shot fiercely, killing the people and breaking the green dragon, killing it, he didn't get any benefits, the green dragon exploded, and half of his body was blown open.

Gorgeous flowers bloom in the fog, strange and charming, bloody and intoxicating. A powerful collision that loses both.

Jimo stepped into the sky, his footsteps paused slightly.

"Amitabha!"

The loud Buddha horn came from the thick fog, and the fog was shaken away, and a young monk with banine shoes and a vajra came from the depths of the fog.

This monk has a clear face, a tall figure, wearing a white monk's robe, holding a string of prayer beads in his hand, and worshipping the Buddha, he came from the thick fog, with the aura of the Buddha with precious light.

Jimo looked at the monk solemnly, his body was tense, this monk did not have any momentum, but he walked all the way, and even the dense fog had to make way for him. There is no way to know whether this monk is right or evil.

The monk walked all the way, the fog dissipated, the sky was clear, his face was kind, he called the Buddha in his mouth, looked at the killing of the common people and said, "The donor kills too much, or put down the butcher's knife, in order to wash away the sin." ”

"Whoa!"

The chains rolled, and the snort was heavy, and he roared in a low voice, and he threw the chains out, killing the monks and Jimo.

"Why should the donor be obsessed with murderous thoughts, or go with me, wash away the sins and be a new person. "The monk's mouth spits out the Sanskrit sound of creation, generating the wonderful character of the Buddha's name, which falls in the sky, wanting to transform the killing of the common people.

Jimo stepped on the air and went up again, dodging the chains, secretly frightened, this monk was too strong, and the chanting of the Buddha made his heart throb, and he actually gave birth to the idea of throwing away the mortal dust, taking refuge in Buddhism and living with green lights.

What kind of person is this monk, looking at only twenty-one and twelve, his strength is so strong.

"Roar!"

The body of the slaughtering man paused, and the monk who looked at the sky briefly regained clarity in his murderous eyes.

The monk was still doing Buddha rituals, his face was solemn, not angry but mighty, strings of golden Sanskrit words erupted from his mouth, forming a huge chain, enveloping the slaughtering people.

"Donor, let me go!"

The monk said the Buddha's name again, and the air was filled with the golden light of the Dharma, breaking through the dense fog and illuminating the sky, and the whole sky was golden and solemn.

Lu Cangsheng's eyes gradually showed clarity, revealing the light of thinking, no longer blindly murderous, and even the tyrannical aura on his body was gradually subsided, he was really going to be tempered.

Jimo was frightened, this monk is so strong, he can't see the realm at all, killing the common people is such a demon god, in the past, he used to kill the Tao, and he almost regained the killing Tao in the small secret realm, the mind is strong, and the heart of killing will not be reversed at all, but when he is awakened by this monk, does he really want to kill the people.

Buddhism was not at its peak in the Zhao Kingdom, and the only Buddhist force, Fangcun Temple, was even more monotonous than the Forgotten Dust Sect. This sect is full of mysteries, and it is said that there are countless strong people in the sect, and there is no research on where they originated.

Jimo reads classics extensively in the library pavilion, but he has too little understanding of this mysterious force for a long time.

"Kill!"

Slaughtering Cangsheng roared, he broke through the blockade package of golden words, and killed with two iron chains, his eyes were full of killing breath, and his gestures had the power to tear through the air.

At this moment, the killing of the common people became stronger, he was briefly awakened by the monk, and his strength was actually lifted, and the killing machine became the essence, and even the aura was annihilated by these killing machines, and around the killing of the people, there were faint signs of killing the way.

Jimo was frightened, although he couldn't understand the breath of the Dao, but the imprint of the Great Dao, he could still see and understand, and the killing Cangsheng remembered the Killing Dao again in the short period of Qingming.

"Amitabha!"

"Why should the donor be obsessed, misunderstand me and mislead him. The monk's face was compassionate, and he finally made a move, and the rosary in his hand was knocked out, and the rosary became larger, covering the sky, bursting with golden light, shining on the killing of the common people.

"Drink!"

The slaughter roared, and a vague shadow appeared behind him, which was a ten-zhang long death knife. The knife was murderous, as if it had the aura of the Tao wandering.

"Donor, you better give up, with your strength, you can't control this power at all, it's better to give it up and end up clear. The monk persuaded again. The rosary hung high in the air, and he kept chanting the Buddha's name, expounding the truth, and intending to transform the demon god.

The long knife of death trembled and fluttered, constantly beating, and had a tendency to rush out from behind the slaughtering people, and the faint aura of killing was squandered and thrown, cutting off the golden light from the mass on the rosary.

The two were evenly matched, and the two actually stalemate.

"Master, why do you waste your tongue, he won't give up killing at all, it's better for me to stab him to death with a halberd, and then end the disaster. ”

Jimo walked down from the air and looked at the monk, this time he came from the Forgotten Dust Sect to kill the common people and never suffer in the future, so he would never let this monk kill the common people.

"Donor, why are you so thirsty for killing at such a young age? The monk said wittily, his face was solemn, and he looked at Jimo, "The donor should wash his heart and wash away the mortal dust in his heart." ”

"Hmph, since the master doesn't want to be contaminated with murder, then I will kill him. ”

"Devouring!"

Jimo lifted the halberd and stabbed out the whistling green dragon.

"Boom!"

The monk raised his hand, the wind surged, and a huge palm was formed in the air, and the palm of the hand flew rapidly, capturing the green dragon and annihilating it in his hand.

Jimo was slightly angry, "Do you know how many innocent people died under his hands, if you really crossed him, how to give an explanation to those who died, how to let those dead rest in peace?"

This monk is merciful, Jimo is not disgusted, but he intervenes wantonly and wants to cross the killing of the common people, Jimo will never allow it.

Killing the common people must die, and hundreds of thousands of innocent lives must be repaid.

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