A dense and harsh sound of friction and clashing sounded, and a red blood-red blade fell from the sky.
Thousands of scarlet blades gathered in the sky to form birds, flapping their wings and swooping down boldly.
"No, he's going to attack us. Let's leave quickly."
"Does this lunatic want to die?"
As the curses sounded, the red birds shook their heads and tails, sweeping the world with a breath of destruction.
Tweet, Tweet, Tweet.
The sweet and clear screams sounded one after another, and the fishy smell rushed towards the face, thick and dense with blood, rushing out without fear of life and death.
Those demonic creatures hiding in the dark were devoured by the birds before they had time to escape.
They shouted in terror and tried their best to resist, but to no avail. Their bodies were brutally disemboweled, their bones were pecked away, and the beating of their internal organs was gradually weakened.
In the darkness, the sound of gasping air sounded one after another.
"Su Sandao died too, so cruel."
"This is not the Golden Immortal obtained by Chanjiao. It is several times more bloody than Shura, and even those who watch the battle are not spared."
"Leave quickly, Manjusri is too lethal, and we are no match if we stay."
"If I slip, I won't be caught this time."
Colorful rays of light steamed up, and various escape techniques burst into bloom and rushed in all directions.
The bird gnawed away at the flesh and blood, making an excited chirping sound, and then burst into fine ice crystals, melting into the soil at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The traps laid by the demonic creatures collapsed, leaving only a devastated and fragmented battlefield.
Manjusri let out a breath and carefully cleaned the trophies.
"Qiu Ning is worthy of the power of water and wood. The perfect cold tail she created is endless. She uses the water path and the moon blade to pave the battlefield, and then uses the ice path to condense the vitality to create a herd of birds and beasts to specialize in killing. The red clouds in the sky
Tempering the spirit as a spiritual supplement can extend the validity period of the spell to the greatest extent."
"It seems that it's time to give up on this trick." Manjusri hesitated for a while, and after a long time, his thoughts moved slightly and forced the dark cloud out of the body.
My mind became empty, and the memory of this spell disappeared.
Among the many bone-chilling corpses, there were a few broken leaves of Alpinia alba, which were carefully thrown into the cold wave vase by Manjusri.
This kind of spiritual plant can be found everywhere in the rich waters, and it is not a rare thing. It tastes bitter and pungent and slightly sticky to the teeth. It can remove minor toxins and is loved by cash-strapped creatures.
"Now that I have forgotten about it, I don't have to worry about the pigs in the future. Zhu Ning still has one and a half tusks left, and the aura contained in them is rich and full. I just take this opportunity to exchange for some good things with others." The ruins of Vientiane have not yet been opened, but they have attracted a large number of creatures, who are squatting nearby and waiting for opportunities.
Nowadays, no one has the intention to meditate and practice. Instead, they simply gather in groups to preach and trade.
It is like a delicious and fat piece of meat, attracting countless carnivores, including tigers, lions, jackals, vultures, birds, pythons, mosquitoes, goshawks, insects and ants, etc.
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"However, before we reached the Vientiane Forest, these messy things jumped out. You can imagine how chaotic the situation there must be." Manjusri looked on with cold eyes and looked into the distance with a gloomy expression.
Western singing and dancing have prospered and developed steadily, just like a calm stagnant water.
Now the relics of King Suddhodana suddenly appeared, just by throwing huge rocks into the water and causing ripples.
Since the emergence of the West, many great powers, forces, and races have appeared one after another. In the future, countless talented and experienced people will appear one after another and gather here like moths to a flame.
They traveled across mountains and rivers to get here, and at the same time, they also brought grudges and greed with them.
King Suddhodana pursued equality, peace and happiness for all sentient beings throughout his life, and dedicated his life for the compassion in his heart.
But the periphery of his ruins turned into a bloody Shura field, frantically strangulating the lives of living beings. Every day, a large number of living beings died and were buried in foreign lands.
"There are too many snakes, insects, rats and ants here. They are like hungry sharks. Whenever they smell a little bit of blood, they will rush over and bite them without fear of life and death. If you want to avoid being troubled by this kind of garbage, the most effective way is
It’s just massacre.”
Only death will cast a shadow in the heart, making them fearful and afraid to provoke.
Manjusri sneered, showing his white teeth, and his strong murderous intent rose into the sky.
Thousands of golden auras suddenly descended from the sky and gathered behind you, turning into thin transparent circles that kept spinning.
Those who died who committed the most heinous crimes are recognized as doing justice for heaven, and will naturally be rewarded with merit.
"Western teachings emphasize using love to influence all living beings, but with this gentle and gentle method, there are only a few people who can be sincerely convinced and sincerely convert, so why not use me to open up this new path and create a pure land of bliss for all living beings to sing and dance in peace?
."
When Manjusri thought of this, he looked in the direction of Mount Sumeru with confidence and murmured softly.
"This is my style, you will like it."
……
At the same time, Tianqing Migu.
Ever since Qionghua followed Antarctica to practice in the Kunlun Mountains, this place has been regarded as the home base of the Jade Sword Butterfly race.
They have multiplied and lived here for tens of thousands of years, planting the rare flowers and plants of Kendo all over the dense valley.
At this time, the dense valley was filled with dazzling light.
The rocks turned into gold and stone, and the flowers and plants turned into pearls and emeralds, exuding waves of peace and blessing.
The dreamlike breath of joy fills the dense valley.
Thousands of lifelike gold sculptures, laughing, cursing, panicking, all in different shapes.
A dozen monks wearing blue robes stood silently in front of the sculpture, staring with pale faces.
"Father..." Qiong Ming fell to his knees, tears pouring out uncontrollably, and he roared at the top of his lungs.
Half a month ago, he led many of his confidants to Chishui to attend the Youjie birthday banquet. Now when he came back, he found that the entire race had been slaughtered.
Those lifelike golden sculptures are the clansmen who lived together day and night in the past. Especially the fear on his father's face seemed to be turned into ten thousand sharp blades, piercing his heart.
There were only these Earth Immortals left alive in the Nuo Da race. He was furious, roaring, and after struggling for a long time, he finally accepted this fact.
"Such methods are like the wealth of the West. The patriarch has always been stable and cautious. When has he ever provoked them?" At this time, a girl said softly. She gritted her teeth and shed tears as she looked at Qiong Ming's back.
Come down.
"Qiong Ming, the patriarch has fallen. What's the use of being sad again? Please have the courage to regain the old mountains and rivers."
He wiped away his tears and stood up with scarlet eyes. Looking at the golden corpses of his relatives, a look of determination suddenly appeared on his face.
"Such hatred is irreconcilable. No matter who is behind it, we must follow the traces and use his blood and soul to let the deceased rest in peace and learn to transcend."