The Grave Forest has become a killing ground, with wails and roars filling the entire forest, naturally accompanied by the splatter of blood and the loss of life, whether it is the duel between the Dragon Slave and the Guards, or the collision between the Black Armed Forces and the Qinwu Pavilion
, high-standard and high-level decisive battles not only bring visual shock, but casualties are also inevitable.
They were so furious that no one wanted to give in, no one wanted to admit defeat, they persisted with perseverance, and attacked with strength. They were crazy, angry, and also high in fighting spirit!
Long Er's relief enhanced Long Slave's morale and added a lot of variables to this melee. After all, how powerful a gold-level strongman who has devoted his whole life to Qinggong can have a sudden attack ability is probably in everyone's mind.
There is a fixed number for everything.
However, as a spiritual leader, Chen Zun was in danger. The two consecutive wounds to his chest had damaged internal organs and bones. The wounds on his shoulders and side ribs were bleeding continuously. In addition, he suffered multiple minor injuries and pains.
It brings different degrees of constraints to him. His own strength is half a point weaker than Di Cheng. In daily battles, it may not be obvious. The two can always fight to a draw, but once he is seriously injured, the originally insignificant gap will instantly disappear.
Zoom in, zoom in infinitely!!
Generally speaking, the Black Dragon Gang is in a passive position, but in this kind of peak duel, no one can predict the success or failure until the end. A few variables can often cause a large deflection of the balance of victory.
For example…………
At this moment, in the wilderness thousands of meters away from the Grave Forest, the two forces met unexpectedly. The figure rushing towards the target involuntarily paused after noticing the other's presence, and stared at it ten meters away.
Confrontation.
There were more than two hundred people on one side, with a fierce and gloomy aura. Their lowered eyes vaguely flashed a chilling light that made people's hearts tremble. They were all wearing black cloaks, with blood-dropped scepter symbols inlaid on their backs, which represented glory and power, and also indirectly indicated that they
His identity is the punishment unit directly under the master of the European Temple, the adjudicator!
There were two people standing at the front of the crowd. The one wearing a red cloak was the old man who appeared at the airport that night, Archbishop Nebu, one of the three cardinal archbishops in the temple. The other person's clothes were roughly the same as those of the two hundred adjudicators behind him, but
The cloak is surrounded by luxurious gold rims. He is the most loyal confidant of the temple master and the person in charge of the ruling, Cassius!
Two real, long-famous quasi-Amethyst-level peak powerhouses!
A red archbishop, a judge, and two hundred punishment adjudicators. Such a lineup is enough to arouse tension in the dark world of the world. The temple has been hidden in the world for many years and has not moved around in the world for too long. This time, such a lineup was suddenly dispatched.
Going to China, the underlying intention has to be alarming.
But right in front of them, the force confronting them was only one person!
Or one person and one beast!!
A seemingly ordinary bald monk, and a snow-white beast as big as a lion!
The monk looks ordinary and wears ordinary clothes. Except for the shabby and weird robes, he looks like an ordinary monk at first glance. If there is any difference, it is that his slightly closed eyes and the nine scars on the top of his head are... all red!
!
Yes, the eyes are indeed red, the red of blood.
In addition to the fact that human eyes are naturally a little red, there is only one reason for this sign, and that is killing!! Endless killing, endless madness, causing the eyes to become bloodshot for a long time, and eventually turn into blood red!
This monk obviously belongs to the latter, and his identity is one of the nine great Buddhas of Tantric Buddhism...Asura Buddha!!
A Buddhist who asks questions by killing in Buddhism!
The strongest fighting madman among the nine Buddhas, the one with the strongest fighting power among the Living Buddhas!
Next to him is the snow-covered lion that belongs to the Buddha. Its status and strength are slightly weaker than the Son of God, but far better than ordinary lions. Especially... it follows the Shura Buddha!
"We made a secret agreement that no outsider will set foot in China. You two, do you still remember this agreement?" Shura Buddha's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and blood-red light flashed in his glass-like eyes.
Exuding a heart-stopping murderous intent.
The snowy lion next to him was affected by his master's aura. The corners of his mouth trembled, his fangs protruded outward, and he began to show restless fighting spirit. Its appearance and size were not as heroic and huge as the snow lion, but it had its unique blood evil and ferociousness.
No one can underestimate it.
"Thank you for your trouble, Buddha. The temple has no intention of provoking Chinese Tantric Buddhism. We are here tonight for just one person, that's all!" Archbishop Nebu said with a smile. Although his Chinese was not very standard, he could still speak fluently.
"Unfortunately, you can't touch that person!" Buddha Shura spoke very slowly, but there was an innate coldness in his tone.
Archbishop Nibu chuckled, looked at the restless snow lion, and said: "The Buddha may have misunderstood. Our goal is not Dicheng, but someone else. I can guarantee that that person is not related to your Tantric Sect."
Buddhism has nothing to do with it. If we really look into the details, there may still be some resentment."
It is no secret among the top forces in the dark world that there is a snowy lion beside Di Cheng. Nibu naturally knows about it. From this, it can be inferred that he may have some connection with Tantric Buddhism. He does not want to overly provoke Chinese Tantric Buddhism.
At this moment, no one wants to cause friction in advance, so they point it out directly.
"You'd better not touch either of them. Nibu, Cassius, I would like to advise you to take your people away immediately, otherwise... it's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out."
Archbishop Nibu still smiled: "Can I understand that this is a threat?"
"Absolutely."
"Then I would like to ask, where does the confidence for your threat come from? I admit that you are very strong, but you alone want to challenge so many of us? Isn't it a bit ridiculous?"
"What's more..." Cassius, who had never spoken and only fixed his gaze on Shura Buddha, suddenly said: "You are still injured!"
"A small injury is insignificant. Killing you is still not a problem." Buddha Shura's blood-red eyes turned to Cassius, and a strange-looking wooden comb half a meter long fell into his hand, and the teeth slowly turned until Cassius
Si!
The snow-covered lion roared low, leaning down slightly, as if it could attack at any time.
"As I said before, our temple does not want to provoke the Chinese Tantric Sect. We came here tonight just for one person. But if the Buddha intends to provoke a dispute between the two parties, we... will accompany him to the end." Archbishop Nibu quietly said to the two hundred adjudicators behind him.
Make a gesture, just in case. Buddha Shura is the most bizarre and murderous among the nine Buddhas of Tantric Buddhism. He has walked around the world on behalf of Buddha for so many years, leaving too many evil names and shocks, and this kind of danger
When characters confront each other, you must be extra careful.
"On this trip tonight, on behalf of Tantric Buddhism, I would like to give you a warning. We don't care how ambitious the temple is, and we don't care what you do, but we'd better not get too involved in this land of China. Before that, we don't care.
In addition, I also want to convey a message to one person, Ye Wantong, no one is allowed to touch her. If anyone is ungrateful, he will not mind visiting her personally."
"Oh, what a loud tone." Archbishop Nibu said with a smile, and there was a bit of coldness in his gentle expression: "Don't you dare tell me your name, I would like to visit him in advance."
"He lives in Heizhugou now. If you want to go, please feel free." Shura Buddha had an evil smile on his face, his wooden comb spread across his face, and he made a posture ready for war.
Heizhugou? Heizhugou, a fierce place in China? Nibu and Cassius frowned slightly, but who is in Heizhugou? It seems that no one dares to live there.
"I'm stupid, can you tell me clearly?" Nibu really couldn't think of a person who dared to walk around there.
"I am only responsible for delivering messages and don't care about anything else." Shura responded coldly.
"Hmph, you are pretending to be a ghost!" Cassius snorted coldly, looked at Shura for a moment, then suddenly ejected backwards, flipped in the air, and landed behind the crowd.
"Archbishop Nebu, I leave this place to you. I will return in half an hour." Leaving a cold voice behind, Cassius quickly drifted away towards the distant dense forest like a ghost.
"How dare you!!" Shura's eyes flashed with blood, and the terrifying murderous intention surged like a tide. Just a change in his expression, and the smell of blood seemed to really appear in the air around him.
"Haha... The name of Shura Buddha resounds throughout the underground world. I, Nibu, have admired me for a long time. Tonight... can you please show me your face and discuss with me?" Nibu smiled softly and stopped in front of the Buddha in an instant. Two hundred judges spread out behind him at the same time.
Come forward, surround it in a fan shape, and shoot out a black sword from your sleeves!
"I'm happy to..." Shura Buddha's eyes flashed fiercely, and he was about to take action, but the old Buddha's instructions before leaving suddenly rang in his mind. His cold and stern expression showed a fierce struggle, and after a long time... it gradually calmed down.
"Do you want to fight alone, or do you want to fight in a group?" Archbishop Nibu took the golden scepter handed over by his subordinates, and his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life were replaced by sharp and shining light.
The wooden comb passed through the temples of the snow-covered lion, and Buddha Shura slowly soothed and agitated it, but did not speak or make any other expression.
"Buddha, choose one?" Nibu felt a little strange in his heart, but he did not dare to relax and continued to confront each other nervously.
The Buddha said nothing and did not move. He just stood there quietly, his scary blood-colored eyes bypassing Nibu and the others, and fixed on the dense forest with flashing light in front of him.
As if waiting for something, as if listening carefully to something, the spirit is more concentrated than ever.
Nibu was even more surprised, but he didn't dare to relax at all, because the guy in front of him had such a vicious reputation, and the hands holding the wooden comb were tightening little by little, indicating that he might take action at any time.
He was waiting for a signal? After waiting for a moment, Nibu suddenly had such a strange thought in his mind, a signal? Whose signal was he waiting for? Could it be...
Are there other Buddhas here??!! Or...
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