A violent earthquake rippled through the ancient city of Minyue. No one could withstand the power of heaven and earth. The team of the Heaven and Earth Society was also cut into two pieces by a falling boulder. Keba, the demon monk, showed his serious tattoos and walked on the flat ground.
Come.
"Ma Ning'er, where do you want to run to?"
Keba's voice was eerie and terrifying. The martial arts people came forward to try to stop him, but he easily cut his throat with one hand like a knife, cutting the artery and died.
The demon monk was in an extremely strange state. He was clasping his hands together. There seemed to be thick tapeworms crawling in the tattoo on his chest, snaking between the flesh and blood and burrowing into his heart. However, the huge pain made his eyes shine, as if he saw gods and Buddhas appearing in front of him.
, supreme joy and freedom surged through his body.
The Iron-Blooded Youth League saw the situation and stepped forward. Their swords and shields combined into a rotating sword array, attacking the passenger bus from the front and back.
Before the sword array could reach him, the demon monk Keba withstood the attack of ten people with both hands. Behind him, the people with chiseled teeth were already pouring in like a tide, taking the opportunity to get into the broken military array, causing even greater casualties.
"Iron-Blooded Youth League, stand down!"
At the critical moment, Chen Jinnan finally came from a distance, and the heavy sword came from the air and cut several people, and penetrated deeply into the ground. Hong Xiguan and Feng Daode followed closely behind, repeatedly attacking the people with chiseled teeth.
The pace was chaotic, the crowd was crowded, and the shouts of death shook the sky. Ma Ning'er lay on the ground, hovering on the edge of coma.
Outsiders could only hear the demon monk's chanting, and even the martial arts people couldn't hear what he was saying. However, Ma Ning'er felt like a bell was ringing in his ears, and the absurd scriptures were being recited repeatedly in his ears.
, torturing his mind.
He knew very well that Keba must have done something to him when refining the poisonous man, so that only he could feel these abnormalities, so that the monsters in the mountains were so thirsty for his flesh and blood.
In his blurred vision, power was slowly passing away. The sound of menstruation had already destroyed his mind, causing everything he saw to change. The moment Ma Ning'er closed her eyes, she felt as if she was seeing the blue sky.
Baiyun saw the main hall and the grand scene of bustling people wanting to worship in Southern Shaolin.
He saw Zen Master Zhishan agreeing to accept him, and he saw the tall young man Hong Xiguan and other brothers standing in the front row. They seemed to be shining with light, which made him, a villain with a dark mind, feel ashamed.
He gave up his bad habit of gambling and lust, got up early every morning, did morning and evening classes, and joined the ranks of lay disciples to box and fight hard. He also tried to show their smiles, imitate their jokes, and tried his best to hide them.
What kind of person you are.
For a while, Ma Ning'er forgot about the slaughterhouse-like home far away in Guangxi, the heartless father, and the gritty past life - he began to feel that maybe he was such a good person, and he should be like this.
of good people.
"Hold on, don't let go!"
Hong Xiguan's voice suddenly sounded, and Ma Ning'er couldn't open her eyes in a daze.
By the way, several of their fellow apprentices wanted to go down the mountain to drink over the mountain wall without telling their master. Ma Ning'er ran a few steps slower and fell behind, and was chased outside the wall by the head of the Discipline Academy. Hong Xiguan just stretched out his hand and let himself
Quickly grab it and flip it out.
Ma Ning'er climbed onto the edge of the wall and was about to use her strength to reach it.
But before his hand could grasp it firmly, the wall collapsed.
Separated by a wall is the former martial arts resort of Southern Shaolin, which is now blocked by wooden sheds and the well-kept Old Wooden Man Lane.
The blood mist floated in the sky again. At the head of the Discipline Academy, the big man who was originally like a Dharma protector collapsed. The disciples chasing behind him scattered, and the abbot and the monks hesitated. From that day on, he also completely fell into the Eight Colds.
In the Eight Hot Hells, he fell from being a Shaolin disciple to being an unnoticed handyman.
"Senior Brother Hong, save me!"
Like a cry for help from a nightmare, it was what Ma Ning'er wanted to say thousands of times. He believed that Hong Xiguan had the ability to save him, and he was the only one who had the ability to save him. But until he accidentally broke into Tallinn and was expelled back to Guangxi, there was no one.
Come and save him.
Hong Xiguan's young face was full of astonishment. As he opened his eyes, and as his fantasy slowly shattered, Hong Xiguan's face became colder and colder in his eyes, until he saw those starry eyes that pierced his heart.
The blue sky, white clouds, the main hall, and the scenes of lay disciples slowly shattered. The illusion of self-protection caused by extreme pain finally dissipated, turning into cold mountains, thick fog, deserted cities, and fearful martial arts people in front of them.
"Grab the barrel of the gun!"
Pain and struggle flashed in Hong Xiguan's eyes, and he suppressed his emotions with strong willpower and continued to speak concisely and concisely without showing any emotion.
Ma Ning'er's eyes suddenly froze, and she realized what she had just shouted.
He saw the hand he subconsciously stretched out, but he no longer had a coarse monk's robe and sweaty skin, but a hideous, deformed and unrecognizable body. What never changed was his scars.
That was his own fantasy, and everyone who left him had no regrets. Even his father who was keen on torturing himself had nothing to do with him anymore. But only Hong Xiguan, the companion who had reached out to him, had allowed himself to
The hero that my heart longed for had once made me think that I was worthy of being the leader of heroes.
Can never be forgiven.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
Ma Ning'er once again scratched her face with her hands, her nails deeply scratching her skin. The huge pain temporarily suppressed the pain in her brain. She stood up from the ground and roared, overturning the martial arts people next to her.
"Hong Xiguan! I don't need your pity!!!"
Ma Ning'er raised her head to the sky and howled wildly, pushing Hong Xiguan away. She stared at the location of the demon monk Keba with her only remaining eye, once again poured fuel of hatred and rage into the furnace named Distortion, and rushed out without hesitation.
The consciousness in his brain had been destroyed by the sound of chanting sutras, and the chisel-toothed people came like a tide. Ma Ning'er ran wildly against the tide, forgetting all the tantric martial arts brought about by the mandala initiation.
What Ma Ning'er used casually with his deformed hands and feet were basic martial arts that he had practiced countless times in the Southern Shaolin Temple late at night, skills that even the handymen didn't need to hide.
Every move of Shaolin Changquan, Arhat Fist, Plum Blossom Fist, Cannon Hammer Fist, and Taizu Fist all appeared in the eye where he was blinded. As his four arms were waved and used in turn, he never thought that he would ever give up.
Zhiru's martial arts has long been integrated into his bones, and now he fights with the Chiseltooth People.
"Ma Ning'er, I never thought that you are not only a Shaolin traitor, but you also want to be a traitor to our sect."
The demon monk Keba Jie looked at him with a smile, "You said you wanted glory and wealth, but I have already given you glory and wealth, and you are still not satisfied!"
The fangs of the chisel-toothed people bit through Ma Ning'er's skin, and poisonous blood flowed down. More tapeworms wrapped around him, dancing wildly with his struggle.
The blood loss made his hallucinations more serious, and the remaining eye also showed polka dots and patterns. Waves of dizziness attacked him, but in the blinded eye, he saw something that he had not seen for a long time.