dude is so righteous

He slammed the Ten Thousand Stone Bow full and shot out one arrow after another.

However, he found out strangely that the white-clothed and silver-haired Luo Hong's body was like a ghost, leaving afterimages in place, and all his arrows were shot in the air.

The inexplicable fear and panic in his heart made him lose his calmness and sense of proportion as a sharpshooter.

Wanyan Riehuo gritted his teeth and yanked at his waist, a short dagger was picked out by him.

It plunged into the thigh suddenly, blood sprayed out, and the severe pain made Wanyan Lihuo regain some clarity.

The depression brought by the evil king Luo Hong seems to be much less.

Wanyan Riehuo's eyes gathered murderous intent, blood spurted out of his mouth, sprinkled on his hands, and actually started to seal.

Outside the peach forest.

Hong Baiwei, a young Taoist who was watching the battle, was a little surprised: "This is the seal of Taoism, but this Wanyan Riehuo can also do it? The fifth-grade thunder fire seal is activated by essence and blood, and it is extremely lethal!"

"Taoist technique? This Wanyan Lie hides the fire so deeply..."

A few people also looked on curiously.

Wanyan Riehuo gradually calmed down, Thunder Fire Seal, Divine Shot, and fifth-rank martial arts...

He thinks he still has a chance.

Looking at Luo Hong who walked frivolously and let him seal, Wanyan Liehuo's mouth turned cold, Luo Hong didn't know the horror of the Taoist fifth-rank Thunder Fire Seal!

Arrogance...will kill you!

The printing speed is getting faster and faster.

Just when Wanyan Liehuo was short of breath and the seal was about to be completed.

The silver-haired evil king Luo Hong suddenly ran and accelerated.

"You have Taoist skills, I have Buddhist skills!"

"Hahaha……"

"Great Power Heavenly Dragon, World Honored Ksitigarbha!"

The words fall.

Wanyan Liehuo was stunned, what the hell?

His last seal was suddenly stuck and could not be formed for a long time, and in his mind, an ancient golden Buddha appeared in an instant, the Buddha's radiance was overwhelming, and his back was covered with hundreds of hands...

Buddhist supernatural powers? !

The Thousand-Handed Evil Buddha became even more powerful under the boost of the Evil Monarch's mask.

Wanyan Lihuo froze completely.

And Luo Hong swept out the ancient sword Dijiao, and cut it out suddenly.

Wanyan Lie Huo's hands were directly chopped off, and blood gushed out...

And Wanyan Riehuo also immediately struggled out of the evil Buddha's will, and he fell to the ground terribly, his eyes were red and he howled miserably.

In the peach forest.

The young monk, who was dressed in a white monk robe and spotless, shrank his eyes.

"Buddhist magic?"

His figure rushed out of the peach forest in an instant, like a flying bird stepping on slush, lightly tapping the ground, and drifting towards him.

"Amitabha... Master Luo, stop."

Holding the ancient sword Dijiao, Luo Hong raised the corner of his mouth, and looked at the little monk in white who floated towards him with a smile on his face.

This little monk was dressed in a clean white robe, like a clean white lotus flower, and his every gesture was Zen.

"Luo benefactor, you have killed too much, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

The little monk in white said.

Luo Hong's smile became more and more intense.

"Benefactor Luo, you have a predestined relationship with the Buddha."

The little monk in white said again.

Luo Hong retracted his sword and stood with it leaning on it. He didn't cut the ground and looked at Wanyan Lihuo, who had lost his hand and howled continuously. Instead, he looked at this little monk like a white lotus flower, and said with a smile: "Then you answer my son's question. What kind of person is the son?"

"The answer is good, my son will put down the butcher knife, and learn from Buddha to smile."

Luo Hong wore the mask of an evil monarch, smiling like a flower.

The little monk in white smiled and opened his mouth to express Zen.

"Although benefactor Luo has killed countless evildoers, cut off all the peach blossoms in the middle of the mountain, accompanied by blood flow all the way, there are ghosts haunting, and evil spirits roaring, but all because of the geniuses in the royal court wanting to kill the benefactor, but now the geniuses in the royal court are all gone, and Wanyan Hong is dead. Hanging the benefactor's butcher's knife up and down, it can be like the Lord Buddha cutting meat and feeding the eagle, gaining a thought of mercy."

"The benefactor is a good person. He has a Buddha in his heart. When he kills, he feels pain and tiredness in his heart. If he understands his heart and sees his nature, and realizes the Buddha's Zen, the sea of ​​suffering can turn back."

The little monk in white pursed his lips and smiled gently. He said these words very confidently.

He felt that he had seen through Luo Hong.

Put your palms together and bow slightly.

However, at the moment of bowing, the Earth Flood Sword, accompanied by Luo Hong's sneer, slashed across an icy arc, setting off a chilly wind and blowing the white monk's robe.

"Who are you burying? Who is a good person?" Luo Hong said indifferently.

The words fall.

puff.

Wanyan Liehuo's head flew horizontally, and the wailing stopped abruptly.

The blood spattered three feet on the neck, staining the smiling monk in white, his whole body was red.

If the wind stops, the flowers will fall.

The monk smiled, but also froze.

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Chapter 87 You want me to be merciful, so who will give me merciful? [Seeking the first order! 】

The air was filled with blood, and Wanyan Riehuo's head rolled on the ground, puddles of blood formed.

The spurted blood filled the air.

Dye a monk.

The white monk robe, which was as spotless as a white lotus, was stained with a large amount of blood at this moment.

There were drops of blood on the monk's face and head.

The smile on his face froze.

Doubt, doubt.

With palms together, he slowly raised his head and looked at Luo Hong.

"The benefactor is not satisfied with the little monk's answer?"

The white-robed monk stared straight at Luo Hong. The blood on the white robe made him look like a blood Buddha returning from hell.

Luo Hong, who was wearing the evil king's mask, smiled, his silver hair flying.

"Very dissatisfied, you don't understand me."

"He who hasn't died understands me."

Luo Hong pointed to Wanyan Lihuo whose body and head were separated.

"You think you know everything, you can see through the world of mortals, you can break through the false... In my opinion, you know nothing."

"If you want me to put down the butcher's knife, who will put down the butcher's knife for me?"

Lifting the ancient sword Dijiao suddenly, the sword groaned continuously, and the blood on it was like a dragon winding.

This ancient sword, which has been silent for a long time, seems to be revived today.

"Buddha cut meat and fed eagles, and only then did he realize the principles of Buddhism."

"The donor clearly has a Buddha in his heart, why doesn't he want to?"

"Since he doesn't want to, why can the benefactor realize the Buddha in his heart?"

The monk looked at Luo Hong and continued.

"People distinguish between good and bad, but Buddhas don't distinguish between good and bad?"

Luo Hong leaned on the ancient sword Dijiao, raised his chin, and looked at the monk whose robe was stained with blood, with a smile that was not a smile.

"With a Buddha in your heart, even if you are facing hell, you can still realize the Buddha. Even if there are corpses all over the ground, and flowers of the other side bloom everywhere, you can become a Buddha."

Luo Hong's words made the monk startled again.

He didn't seem to dare to look at Luo Hong, and his heart was a little shaken.

He looked at Wanyan Liehuo's corpse on the ground, as if he didn't understand that this murderous Luo Hong could say such Zen words.

Luo Hong babbled a few words and ignored the monk.

His eyes shifted sideways, and his oppressive eyes fell on the figures outside the peach forest.

Wu Meiniang with a sword box on her back, Xiao Erqi with two knives, and a little Taoist priest with a smile on his face.

The pressure these three people put on him was inexplicably great.

Will they make a move?

Under the mask, Luo Hong smiled like a flower, dragging the ancient sword Dijiao, and continued walking.

If anyone stops, kill them.

You want me to be merciful, so who will give me merciful?

If I don't want to, I will kill all the flowers so that they dare not bloom.

……

Daping on the mountainside.

Wanyan Chegu who was sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes, he wanted to calm down his mind, but he found that he couldn't.

Suddenly, he was shocked.

Staring at the palace on the top of the mountain.

Even here, he could feel the tyrannical qi erupting in front of the palace on the top of the mountain, and he could feel the boiling qi and blood of Wanyan Riehuo's fifth-rank peak.

In the dark night, it is like a ball of fire, extremely blazing.

The battle is on!

Not only Wanyan Riehuo, Yuan Xiazi also turned his head sideways, frowning, listening to the battle on the top of the mountain.

On the Daping, thick blood was pervading, and beside Wanyan Chegu, seven corpses were neatly arranged, which was really extremely miserable.

The Jinzhang Royal Court's students who came to Jixia Academy this time were almost wiped out in the admissions assessment.

Only Wanyan Liehuo was left as a single seedling, if Wanyan Liehuo also died, then the Golden Tent Royal Court really suffered a blood loss this time.

Although they didn't send the most monstrous geniuses deep into the enemy country, but... these geniuses are also the future pillars of the royal court.

On the Daping, many other talented guardians watched the battle on the top of the mountain with great interest.

Although they couldn't see clearly, they could sense the strong ups and downs of the breath.

Suddenly, blind Yuan clenched the bamboo pole in his hand tightly.

"Nine Swords Transforming into a Dragon?"

Blind Yuan turned his head sideways, took a deep breath, and said.

Wanyan Liehuo's face was already serious like a stone sculpture.

Under the peach blossom tree, Li Xiuyuan stopped reading, rolled up the book, twirled a piece of peach blossom, and looked towards the top of the mountain.

The rising and falling aura is very clear in the perception of the strong in Daping on the mountainside.