It is already the fourth day of the start of the massacre, and in the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou, I don't know how many temples have been destroyed, how many monks have died unexpectedly, and the one who did it is naturally the initiator, the reincarnation religion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As one of the major sects in the world second only to Taoism and Buddhism, how could the reincarnation sect be just three or two big cats and kittens that appeared on the surface? Even the Emei sect in Shushan had nearly a thousand people up and down, so how could there be so few members of this reincarnation sect?

Ghost claws, scimitars, and silver wires are the symbols of the three butcher knives, and where they pass, not a single inch of grass grows. When the monks who got closer learned of these things, most of them gathered up their belongings and fled. The more it came to pass, the smaller the number of monks remained in each temple.

It can only be said that it is relying on the strong to bully the weak, many of these reincarnation sects already have the strength to rank in the immortal class, even if they are inferior, they will not be inferior to the masters in the world. He is also proficient in the art of assassination. These monks are just mortals, at best, they have learned some physical martial arts, how can they be able to defeat these enemies who fell from the sky?

It was not a battle at all, but a total slaughter.

"Amitabha, several donors, this time I came to the temple, I don't know what ......" The abbot of this temple did not finish speaking, and his head was cut off by a scimitar, and the blood splashed directly on the Buddha statue in the treasure hall.

It's such a quick sword, such an evil one.

The blade-wielder looked up, revealing scarlet eyes. If you take a closer look, it is the uncle of the Holy Infant Commander Red Child, the brother of the Iron Fan Princess, and the senior brother of the Nine Shadows, Rakshasas.

This Rakshasa and Mu Ran once had a relationship, that is, when they fought against the mysterious battle to defeat the Buddha. Since then, not only the Rakshasa but also the Buddha who defeated the Buddha has never appeared again.

"Follow the instructions of the Sect Ancestor, kill me, no one in the Buddhist Sect can be spared!" Rakshasa raised the scimitar, and the dazzling sunlight shone on the scimitar from the outside, but it would make people surprise that there was not the slightest trace of blood on this scimitar.

There is no doubt that this is a knife that kills without seeing blood, a knife that is not necessarily evil.

Behind him, dozens of black-clothed men rushed in from outside the gate with all kinds of weapons in their hands, killing and cutting people when they saw them, without any mercy or compassion. In their eyes, there is only killing, endless killing.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Seven Prison Masters, the monks in this temple have all been slaughtered, and we are ready to go to the next location. A man in black knelt down in front of Rakshasa and said.

"No, there are still people!" Rakshasa, who had been resting in place for a quarter of an hour, suddenly opened his eyes and frowned tightly, as if listening to something. It didn't take long for him to discover the source of the problem and quickly turned his head out of the door.

It was originally a sunny day, but at this moment, the black clouds are rolling, and the clouds are dense, and it is almost pouring rain. And the wind in the first volume was gusting in gusts, and it blew an unknown number of dead branches and leaves to the ground.

All the men in black gathered on the treasure hall, paying close attention to the outside to see who had not yet been slaughtered.

"Brush, brush, brush!"

It seemed to be the sound of sweeping the floor, which couldn't help but make everyone present feel confused for a while. Then, an old monk in plain clothes swept a pile of fallen leaves and passed by the door.

"So there's another one!" The man in black who had just spoken did not wait for Rakshasa's order, and rushed forward with the dagger in his hand.

When he got close to the old monk, he found that the old monk was no longer known how old, and the two longevity eyebrows were almost level with the real person of the long eyebrows of Nashu Mountain. I don't know how long I wore a robe, a patch in the east and a patch in the west.

None of this matters to the man in black, though. All he had to do was to slash the dagger in his hand through the throat of the old monk, so that his task was complete.

Seeing the man in black approaching, the corners of the old monk's originally squinted eyes suddenly trembled, and then a dead leaf on the ground suddenly flew up and rushed towards the dagger of the man in black.

While!

What sounded was an unbelievable sound of gold and iron clashing! And what was even more astonishing was that the dagger, which had drunk the blood of countless people, turned into inches under an insignificant dead leaf.

"Amitabha" The old monk held the broom in his arms and clasped his palms together, "The donor's murderous spirit is too heavy, and it is better to use less of this kind of murder weapon." ”

"Black One, come back. Seeing that this was not right, Rakshasa spoke.

"A few donors have already committed countless bloody crimes, so why do you want to continue? Do you think that Buddhism is powerful, above everything, and destroys the fairness of this world, so isn't it also unfair for your group to slaughter the weak?" The old monk sighed, and began to grasp the rattan broom with both hands again, and began to sweep the dead leaves on the ground.

In such a strange situation, all the people in black were afraid in their hearts and did not dare to step forward.

"It's a bit interesting, but if you want to maintain the thoughts in your heart, Master, you also have to see if you have the strength to match it!" Rakshasa has long been a super master at the level of Da Luo Jin Xian, so naturally he will not be distracted by a little abnormality.

With the exit of the word "strength", the figure of Rakshasa has flown out. His scimitar slashed out of his robe and slashed at the old monk.

How fast the Rakshasa knife is, no one can say. In terms of martial arts alone, he may be the most terrifying person among the Great Luo Golden Immortals in the Flood Desolate World. Plus his knife is evil, very evil. No one has been able to please the people who have done it with him.

Such a fast knife, but it did not alarm the slightest wind. It is said that the sound of splitting the wind can appear superb, but the Rakshasa knife is so weird, obviously quiet, but full of murderous spirit.

"Amitabha. The old monk's man was unmoved, but his hands that were originally sweeping the floor were lightly flipped, and the rattan broom was turned upside down, just blocking the place where the scimitar passed.

"Hmph", seeing that he was about to be hit, Rakshasa suddenly retracted the scimitar's knife momentum, and he involuntarily took two or three steps back before stabilizing his body.

"Since there is a master here, it is inconvenient for us to move forward. It's just that even if the master stops me, how much more can he stop? There are still two groups of people in my reincarnation sect who do this kind of killing. Master, how can you manage it alone?" Rakshasa pulled his cuffs and withdrew the scimitar into his robe.

"Let's go, this operation, that's it. The Rakshasa raised his hand and left the temple without looking back. Those men in black followed, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

"Amitabha, killing, can not achieve real victory at all, it will only make the resentment continue to deepen, and it will only make the tragedy continue to expand, that is, the person who kills, once he embarks on this path, there is no way back. The old monk sighed helplessly, threw the broom in his hand, and disappeared into the black cloud.