"Ancestor, the tribe just went in to investigate. Something seems to have happened to the Holy See. There are all guardian knights in the base. They were all knocked unconscious and fell to the ground." After listening to the tribe's report, Aniao relayed it to
The old man in black robe.
"It seems that the group of people from the east have started fighting against the Holy See. It seems that the Holy See has suffered a little loss. It's good that the fight between them is almost over. It's time for us to take the stage."
After the black-robed old man Jie Jie laughed a few times, he strode towards the building in the back garden of the Holy See, and Anio quickly followed.
A group of men in black poured into the base of the Holy See from all directions. The old man in black robe looked at the protective knights lying on the ground in a mess, and said in a cold voice: "Kill all these people from the Holy See."
When Aniao heard his ancestor's words, there was no expression on his face. The surviving family and the Holy See were enemies of life and death. When the two sides met, one of them would definitely die. Many members of the surviving family died under the sickle of the Holy See, and
The Holy See also issued a death order for the surviving members, and they would be eradicated on sight.
Therefore, Anio carried out his ancestor's order without any burden in his heart. He waved his hand at the other tribesmen, and all the surviving tribesmen killed the guardian knights on the ground.
"It's so bloody. What happened outside?" Master Zhizhu, who had been standing quietly in front of the stone door, suddenly turned his head and looked at the other end of the corridor, frowning and saying.
"They are my tribe." After Anna heard Master Zhizhu's words, she turned around and saw the man in black from the surviving tribe appearing in the corridor, and replied in a deep voice.
"Amitabha, there is so much murderous energy in these people, and the guardian knights outside have suffered." The three masters Zhiren, Zhizhu, and Zhixian looked at each other, and soon understood where the blood in these people came from.
Yes.
"I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. It's really a sin."
Master Zhiren recited a Buddhist chant in a low voice, took a step forward, and stood in the middle of the corridor, staring at the man in black in front of him.
"Master Zhiren, these people are the survivors, and they are here to capture Anna." Meng Yao explained on the side.
"Ancestor, that is Anna."
While Meng Yao was explaining the origins of the surviving family to Master Zhiren and the other two, Anio was also introducing the identities of Meng Yao and the others to the old man in black robes across from him.
"Anna? She is the remnant of the traitor in the clan, right? That thing is on her body?" The old man in black robe walked to the front alone, and his eyes stayed on Anna for a few seconds. Anna looked at the old man's eyes and couldn't help but shudder.
With a shiver, the old man looked at the others with satisfaction.
"Monks from the East, you have nothing to do here. If you don't want to die, leave now." The old man in black robe said calmly.
"Haha, the donor is too murderous, why not come and recite sutras with me?"
After Master Zhiren received Meng Yao's translation, the smile on his face disappeared, his expression became serious, and he said seriously.
"Reciting sutras, even God can't let me recite sutras, let alone an Eastern monk like you."
The old man in black robe laughed after listening to Meng Yao's translation, but before he finished laughing, Master Zhiren opposite him actually clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and recited the sutra.
The Sanskrit words spat out from Master Zhiren's mouth were not loud, but everyone in the corridor could hear them. Especially those who were left behind felt the sound of thunder piercing their ears, and they all felt dizzy and dizzy.
"snort!"
Seeing this, the old man in black robe snorted coldly. With this cold snort appearing, the survivors behind him woke up from their dazed state. Anio had a look of horror on his face and stared at Master Zhiren with his eyes.
He knew that he had fallen into someone else's trap just now. If the ancestor hadn't pulled him back with a cold snort, or if the other party had stabbed him with a knife, he wouldn't have noticed.
"Since you don't want to leave, then just stay."
When the old man in black robe finished speaking, his figure flashed. The next second he appeared, he was already in front of Master Zhiren. He grabbed Master Zhiren's head with one claw. Wherever the claw passed, there were gusts of wind.
If he had grasped it for sure, Master Zhiren's head would probably have split open.
Meng Yao and Anna on the side had covered their mouths in shock. Meng Yao had an unbearable look on his face and closed his eyes, not daring to look.
"Bang!"
The claws of the old man in black robe finally landed on the head of Master Zhiren. This scene made Anio and others behind the old man in black robe look happy. The ancestor was really powerful in taking action, so the monk must be the one this time.
Dead.
Even the old man in black robe had a look of pride on his face at this moment, but soon, the look of pride on his face disappeared. What followed was shock and disbelief, and his eyes stared fixedly.
Holding the shiny head under its paws.
"Donor, have you caught enough?"
Master Zhiren looked up at the old man in black robe with a smile. There was no trace of pain on his face. It seemed that the old man in black robe was just gently stroking his head.
"How could this monk be fine? Even if the ancestor's grip was made of iron, it would be pulled out of the hole. Is this monk's head harder than iron?" Anio saw his ancestor's fingers grasping the monk's head.
On his head, but the monk had nothing to do and couldn't help but said to himself in horror.
If Qin Yu had been here at this time, he would have burst into laughter. The old man in black robe had no choice but to choose the head. Didn't you know that the monk is famous for his iron head skill?
It can be said that if it were other parts of Master Zhiren's body, Master Zhiren would not dare to stand there without hiding and let the old man in black robe catch him. But the old man in black robe chose the head. It is no wonder that Master Zhizhu and Zhiren on the side
Master Xian stood aside calmly, showing no intention of coming to the rescue.
Master Zhiren took advantage of the moment when the old man in black robe was stunned and grabbed the claws above his head with both hands. Master Zhiren took out a string of Buddhist beads from nowhere and wrapped them around the old man in black robe.
Only then did he react, he shrank his hands and was about to step back, but it was a step too late.
The beads were like a pair of handcuffs, tightly wrapped around the wrists of the old man in black robe. Although the old man in black robe retreated, his hands were also locked.
"Almsgiver, there is no end to the sea of suffering, but when we turn around, we will find a safe place." Master Zhiren muttered a Buddha's name, and began to recite scriptures again. Different from the last time, Master Zhiren recited it very quickly this time, and as Master Zhiren's mouth
As he recited the scriptures, the old man in black robe turned ugly, because the string of beads on his wrist began to shrink and sunk tightly into his flesh.
"The damn thing."
The old man in black robe grabbed the Buddha beads with one hand, but as soon as his hand touched the Buddha beads, the beads emitted a soft light and bounced his hand away.
"Ancestor!" Anio was closest to the old man in black robes. He knew his ancestor's current situation best, and he couldn't help shouting with some worry.
The old man in black robe gave Anio a cold look, and Anio was so frightened that he immediately fell silent and did not dare to say anything. He had forgotten that this was his ancestor, one of the three most prestigious people in the clan, so there was no need for his intervention.
The black-robed old man's look frightened Anio into silence, and then he withdrew his gaze and looked coldly at the beads in his hand and Zhiren who was reciting scriptures in front of him.
"I really thought I could be trapped with this string of beads."
The face of the old man in black robe sank into the water, and blood mist began to appear around him. Seeing this, Anio and other tribesmen stepped back and stayed away from their ancestor.
"This is the unique blood transformation talent of our surviving family. Yao, please remind the masters that after blood transformation, the opponent's strength will increase to a terrifying level." Anna saw the blood mist appearing around the old man in black robe, and quickly said to
Meng Yao said.
Naturally, Meng Yao did not dare to neglect, and translated Anna's words to Master Zhiren and the other three. Master Zhiren's face became solemn when he looked at the old man in black robe who could not see his figure clearly in the blood mist.
"The Buddhist beads are broken." Master Zhiren uttered these words, his eyes fixed on the blood mist, as if he wanted to see through the existence in the blood mist.
"The ancestor has used blood transformation, and this time the Eastern monks on the opposite side will be in bad luck."
"That's for sure. Our ancestors are much more powerful than us, and their blood transformation talent is also higher than ours. After using blood transformation, the increase in strength will be very terrifying. Even the red archbishop of the Holy See is not an old blood transformation person.
Zu’s opponent.”
The other members of the bereaved clan were talking quietly away from Xue Wu. Many people looked at Xue Wu with admiration and envy in their eyes. Blood transformation is the unique talent of the bereaved clan, but there are also high and low levels of blood transformation talent.
A person's strength will only double or triple, but people with high talents can increase their strength by ten to dozens of times, or even hundreds of times. And their clan leader has a super talent that can increase his blood talent by nearly a hundred times.
"Junior brother, be careful, the opponent's strength is increasing very quickly." Master Zhizhu stared at the blood mist for a while, then suddenly reminded Master Zhiren.
Master Zhiren nodded, staring at the blood mist tightly, and was on guard. The sneak attack speed of the old man in black robe was already fast enough. If his strength increases significantly, if he is not careful, it will be easy for him to attack.
Was attacked by surprise.
"If you can force me to use my blood transformation talent, you can be proud of the monks in the East."
After a long time, the voice of the old man in black robes came from the blood mist, "But no one who has seen my blood transformation is still alive in this world, and you are no exception."
The black-robed old man Jie Jie laughed a few times, and the blood mist had spread to the size of a wall, cutting the entire corridor into two parts. The blood mist slowly moved towards Master Zhiren and the others.
"Junior brother, the three of us are together. This blood mist is very weird. Don't resist it alone!"
Master Zhizhu finally stood up. He felt the threat that the blood mist brought to him. He was worried that his junior brother could deal with it alone. Master Zhiren did not show off. The three junior brothers stood together in a horizontal line, watching the blood.
fog.
"Squeak!"
However, at this moment, behind the three masters, there was movement from the stone door. This was the sound of the stone door slowly opening.
PS: The third update is completed, monthly pass, hey, I won’t talk about it! (To be continued)