The ground around Luo Song was riddled with holes, and not even a complete piece of land could be seen.

He didn't move an inch, every step he took, every step he moved, was on that fixed track.

Facing such a dazzling attack, he didn't even take a step to avoid it.

The last ray of golden light was pushed away, and Luo Song jumped up. The ground beneath his feet finally cracked as he jumped, forming a large pit about several feet deep.

"Oh my God!" Yin Qingxia and Luo Qingshui opened their mouths at the same time.

This pit is deep enough to bury them all.

"Haha, thanks to Luo Captou, he still has some abilities." The Thousand-Armed Buddha looked at Luo Song who jumped out with a sneer on his lips.

Luo Song was by no means relaxed at this moment. Although he had escaped the Thousand-Handed Buddha's thousand golden lights, it had also consumed a lot of his energy. More importantly, his current physical strength could no longer keep up.

Even the consciousness is slower than before. The Xuanxian is indeed still strong. Even if he is the peak Golden Immortal, he cannot fight with him.

He originally thought that if he fought to the death, he would at least be able to defeat both sides, but he did not expect that the Thousand-Armed Buddha could force him to this point just by using golden light.

Drop after drop of sweat slowly slid down Luo Song's forehead. He was breathing heavily, and less than ten feet behind him were Luo Qingshui and the others.

"Are you okay?" Yin Qingxia and Luo Qingshui ran forward, wanting to take a look at Luo Song's condition.

A big knife fell from the sky and cut a deep gap in their stone ground.

"Don't cross this line! Otherwise no one can save you." Luo Song took a long breath. Luo Qingshui and the others' strength was too low. If they came forward, they would only lose their lives.

Even if just one of those golden lights hits the golden elixir cultivator, he will probably die on the spot. He is the leader, and he cannot watch the people get hurt.

"Hey, this guy is really ungrateful. We want to help him, but he actually..." Luo Qingshui was very dissatisfied with Luo Song's attitude and muttered in a low voice.

"He's right. Our strength is too low. Going forward will only increase his burden. I can't participate in this battle." Luo Tianyang rolled his eyes at Luo Qingshui. She always treats other people's kindness as nothing.

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"Then what should we do? Is it possible that we will wait here to die?" Yin Qingxia was also very anxious, and Lin Qing beside her began to pray to God and worship Buddha.

"Wait a little longer!" Luo Tianyang hesitated. At this moment, he seemed to have no other choice.

He just hoped that someone could see the signal he just sent.

"Stop talking nonsense, you are a thief and I am an official. Even if I risk my life today, I will not tolerate your misbehavior." Although Luo Song knew that he was no match for him, his words remained firm.

"Oh, really? Then I want to see what you can do to stop me today!" Thousand-Armed Buddha, the pseudo-Buddha, finally revealed his true colors.

He didn't know where he got a string of Buddhist beads, but that

Each bead on the prayer beads is silver-white, as if made of bone.

The Thousand-Hand Buddha holds the beads in the palm of his hand and holds the five fingers of his left hand together in front of his chest.

"Om, um, ni, ba, mi, moo!" What he was reciting was actually a Buddhist sutra, but as he said the last word, what appeared in the world was not the golden light of the Buddha, but instead attracted a violent

Black hurricanes, they are rolling and roaring.

Behind him, a red-gold Buddha, several feet high, slowly appeared. He was wearing ragged cassocks, with beads made of gold skulls hanging on his chest. Although his face was Buddha-like, his sharp fangs were exposed, as if he was speaking.

A killing monster bathed in human blood.

What's even more terrifying is that this monster, neither human nor Buddha, actually has six arms!

"Thousand-faced Buddha." Thousand-armed Buddha murmured.

When Luo Song saw this weird monster, his face also showed a look of shock. The Buddha who was supposed to look kind turned into such a ferocious look.

"What Buddha? This is obviously the monster you cultivated. It's hard to be elegant!" Luo Song sneered disdainfully, seeming to be laughing at the depravity of the Thousand-Armed Buddha.

"Oh, really? Then please ask Luo Baotou to give me a try on this monster!" Thousand-Handed Buddha seemed to be irritated. He sneered and twisted the beads in his hand.

The monster several feet tall behind him headed straight for Luo Song.

Under the monster's feet, Luo Song, a human, looked so small.

"Is this the true strength of the Xuanxian?" Luo Tianyang also admired in his heart. The strength of this Thousand-Handed Buddha is definitely not low among the Xuanxian. I am afraid that even Yu Linchen will be shocked when he sees this scene.

How could someone who always smiles keep such a terrifying monster in captivity?

The ground was shaking with every step the Buddha took in front of him. Luo Song looked at the monster running towards him and smiled helplessly.

I'm afraid I'm really going to die here today, but if he dies here, what will the five people behind him do?

No, he will never give up easily.

Even though he doesn't know them, even though they haven't spoken a few words to each other so far, this is his duty and he has to protect it with his life!

Luo Song took a long breath and raised the sword in his hand again.

"Old friend, it seems we will meet again soon."

He stroked the smooth and cold blade of the broadsword, as if he were stroking an old friend he hadn't seen for many years and saying goodbye to him softly.

But it certainly wasn't saying goodbye to the knife.

Who doesn’t have a few important people in their hearts that are difficult to let go of, even though they may not be around or may have left their lives?

Just like Lin Qing and Yin Qingxia, it's natural that they can't let go of each other. Luo Qingshui is her master, so is Luo Tianyang, and Yan Jinyu is no exception.

As for Luo Song, what he will never forget is his master's happy smile before his death.

I can’t remember how many years ago it was. At that time, the leader of the Banished Immortal City was still Luo Song’s division.

Fu, and Luo Song is just a newly appointed chief catcher in the city.

When he first joined the Golden Immortal, he spent a lot of effort to become a head catcher. At that time, his strength could be said to be the weakest.

So his master took good care of him, and his other team members also took good care of him.

It's just that they are all dead, and every catcher who knew Luo Song is dead.

There were a total of 7 arrests in Immortal City, including Luo Song, and 6 of them died in one night, all because of one person.

Not exactly a monster.

He had never seen the monster, but he finally saw it now.

He didn't say "It's you, it's you, it's you! It's you!" He shouted angrily at the Thousand-Armed Buddha in a sad voice.

He just lightly wiped the knife in his hand.

One night more than 20 years ago, Luo Song's master and five other catchers went out of the city to surround and suppress a cultivator who was at the peak of the Golden Immortal.

Luo Song was told by his master not to participate in this mission because he had just become a head catcher.

It was this that allowed Luo Song to escape.

That night, he stayed vigil at the Yamen, watching the red candles burn out one after another, and watching the tears from the candles covering the black square table of the Yamen.

The master and the others have been gone for four hours and still haven't come back.

Luo Song couldn't sit still, he couldn't help but worry about their safety.

But the six of them could clearly intercept and kill a Xuanxian together, so how could a Golden Immortal cultivator do anything to them?

He comforted himself in his heart.

But the sky gradually grew brighter, and the chickens in the city crowing loudly, but Luo Song never heard the knock on the door.

Then he watched the six brothers walking inside while joking and joking, wiping the blood stains on their faces or rubbing their tired eyes, and then asked Luo Song, "Why didn't you sleep all night?"

Do you miss us?

But no, no one pushed open the unlocked door.

After the cockcrow, Luo Song couldn't help it anymore. He stood up and pushed open the ajar door, wanting to go out and find out.

But he saw the master covered in blood. His whole body was stained black with blood, and only a section of his left arm was left. It seemed that some ferocious beast had chewed off the arm. The blood had stopped flowing at this moment.

Or maybe his blood has already been shed.

The lips were trembling slightly and had lost their color, like a dying patient.

"Master, master!" Luo Song stepped forward in panic and held him in his arms, looking at the middle-aged man who was only forty years old.

Those who work as head catchers rarely get married, because once they have relatives at home, they will have concerns in their hearts, and they will not be able to stand up in times of crisis without fear of life or death.

This is what Master Luo Song told him. As a head catcher, his duty is to maintain peace in the human world and the world of immortality.

This is a significant responsibility and a difficult task.
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