The monk in the American manga

In the central villa area of ​​New York, the old-looking Japanese general was leaning on a cane. He could not contain the ecstasy in his heart. He laughed and looked at Wuming, whose hands, feet and neck were cuffed by metal locks: "After 60 years, you finally fell into my lap." In hand!"

Wuming looked indifferent and looked at his enemy calmly, with blood oozing from the wounds on his chest.

"Hand over the scroll, or die!" General ** laughed and coughed a few times before he recovered.

Wu Ming seemed to have not heard anything and said nothing.

General ** snorted coldly and waved his hand. Someone immediately stepped forward and began to torture Wuming.

The punishment was brutal, but Wuming remained calm from beginning to end, not even frowning, as if the inhuman being being tortured was not him at all.

General ** saw this and snorted coldly: "You are really tough, but I don't know if you will change your mind when you see them!"

After the words fell, I saw General ** clapping his hands, and the metal wall on the side suddenly slowly rose, revealing a huge transparent fish tank inside. In the fish tank were tied a dozen lamas in tantric robes, some old, some young, the youngest He looked to be no more than six or seven years old.

"After all, these people are all your disciples and disciples. Should you hand over the scrolls or watch them die?" Turning to look at Wuming's face that finally changed, General ** laughed ferociously.

Wuming's lips trembled, and anger seemed to emerge from his eyes.

General ** didn't care, smiled contemptuously, and waved his hand again.

Following his movements, water began to bubble out of the fish tank, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the ankles of more than a dozen people.

More than a dozen lamas panicked, struggled, and screamed, and the younger ones even cried loudly.

There was only one old monk with a calm face. He was in danger but did not forget to recite scriptures to comfort everyone.

Unfortunately, not everyone can achieve "Taishan collapses without changing their appearance".

Wuming closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at it.

General ** laughed more heartily, and did not force Wuming. He just turned on the speakers that had been prepared long ago and transmitted the sounds in the fish tank more directly to Wuming's ears.

Childish cries and old chanting, mixed together, were like thunder exploding in Wuming's mind, followed by scenes of frightened faces.

After a long stalemate, Wuming sighed: "Let them go!"

General ** smiled proudly and asked eagerly: "Where is the scroll?"

"You let them go first, and you can't persecute them in the future!"

General ** signaled for their release, but did not forget to threaten: "You'd better not play any tricks. I can catch them once, but I can catch them a second time!"

Wuming said nothing and turned to look at the lamas who were crawling out of the fish tank in embarrassment, with a guilty look on their faces.

After all the lamas were rescued, Wuming looked at General ** and said, "The scroll has been destroyed. It's too annoying to carry around."

"You're kidding me!" General ** became furious when he heard this.

Wuming looked at General ** with contempt, and continued: "However, I have memorized the contents of the scroll in my mind, and I can write it down silently."

General ** looked suspicious and did not believe what Wuming said. Who knew whether what Wuming said was true or false, and he couldn't tell the truth from falsehood.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know after you try it." Wuming could see General **'s concerns.

When General ** heard this, he unshackled Wuming's right hand and asked him to write it out silently.

Soon, Wuming was filled with a piece of paper, densely packed with ancient Sanskrit characters.

General ** became more and more suspicious when he saw this. He had been entangled with Wuming for 60 years, but Wuming's cooperation made him feel a little strange, and he always felt that there was fraud.

"I have given you the scroll. I hope you can abide by the agreement, let them go, and not persecute them again in the future." Wuming handed the written ancient Sanskrit spell to General ** and said solemnly, "Otherwise, I will never let you go."

General ** snorted coldly, picked up the spell and checked it.

"It doesn't look like it was put together randomly." Over the past 60 years, General ** has collected many ancient Sanskrit mantras, and at a glance he realized that the mantras written by the unknown people were not fake.

Thinking like this, General ** couldn't wait to try it and recited the incantation loudly.

As the spell sounded, a whirlwind suddenly rolled up in the huge basement, which was dark and strange.

The guards everywhere who filled the basement became nervous and looked carefully at the Japanese general who was chanting curses louder and louder and more urgently.

Then, something incredible happened for everyone.

The old Japanese general, in full view of the public, his white hair turned black bit by bit, his sagging skin became firm and smooth again, and even his rickety body began to straighten up gradually!

**The general is regaining his youth!

"OMG!" Someone exclaimed, dumbfounded and in disbelief.

Wuming laughed when he saw this. He knew that his plan was half successful. General ** was dead. The next step was to find a way to escape!

However, when he thought of the bomb collar around his neck, Wuming looked depressed. This thing was put on after he surrendered himself. According to General **, this thing cannot be dismantled by force. It will explode as soon as it is dismantled. Neck is a breeze.

Wu Ming really didn't expect modern technology to be so powerful, and he didn't dare to move or dismantle it. He was really afraid that his body of King Kong wouldn't be able to withstand the power of the explosion, so he could only find a way to get the controller of the bomb collar from the General of the Japanese Army.

In a flash of thought, Wuming used his right hand to easily break the shackles on his hands and feet, and rushed towards the Japanese general who was still chanting the curse.

General **'s expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously wanted to scold Wuming, but unfortunately he could not control his mouth. He still chanted the spell, and black mysterious energy continued to emerge from his body, improving his body little by little.

Although General ** was not panicked, he ran away and ran towards his men.

All the men recovered immediately, holding guns and shooting at Wuming, bullets flying randomly.

Wuming didn't even have time to use his body-protecting energy, so he jumped up high and jumped over the crowd towards General **, thinking only of getting the controller first.

General ** was so panicked that he even forgot about the controller for a moment and concentrated on running away.

Soon, the entire basement was in chaos, gunshots were fired, and bullets were flying everywhere.

Wuming was disturbed by the intensive firepower and could not concentrate on chasing down the ** generals. He also took care of the dozen lamas, so he had to retreat to them and spread his protective aura to protect everyone in the corner to avoid being injured by stray bullets.

Wuming exerted all his strength on Yoga Tantra and Dragon-Elephant Prajna, and his body glowed with Vajra like a living Vajra. Energy bullets that penetrated the body's protective aura hit Vajra's body with a banging sound.

It was fine for the moment, but Wuming knew in his heart that this was not a long-term solution, and the Vajra body could only barely hold up under the energy bullets.

"Master, you can leave and ignore us!" The old lama looked at Wuming who was struggling to support himself, sighed softly, and advised.

Wuming sighed softly, looking past the group of gunmen and landing on the Japanese general behind him.

The sound of the incantation has stopped, and the whole body of General ** is shrouded in rich black secret energy, and a crazy smile comes out: "Power, the power to rule the world!"

Seeing this, Wuming sneered.

The spell is real, but it is not on the mysterious scroll, but a forbidden spell passed down from ancient Tantric Buddhism. After using it, you will temporarily gain extremely powerful power. The black secret energy can temporarily increase the power of the caster, but in the end the black The secret energy will also consume the life of the caster.

Therefore, General ** must die.

The great revenge has been avenged, and Wuming doesn't mind even if he dies now. The only regret is that he cannot leave the thousand-year inheritance of Tantra to Chen Yi.