In the center of the cave, a figure sitting cross-legged completely caught Zhuo Wen's attention.
This man is about forty years old. He is wearing blood-clothed clothes and is filled with a strange blood-colored aura. An extremely terrifying murderous mood is permeating the air. What is even more noteworthy to Zhuo Wen is that this man is bald and dressed as a monk.
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A monk who believes in Buddhism, but his body is filled with such a terrifying aura of killing, everything seems extremely weird.
Monks are supposed to eat fast, chant sutras, help the world, have compassion in their hearts, have living beings at heart, curb killing, and create a harmonious world.
But the blood-clothed monk in front of him gave Zhuo Wen a huge impact. The substantial killing aura in him was so strong. At least he had to kill countless living beings to possess such a terrifying killing aura. Even
This murderous aura is no longer weaker than the blood demon in the demon-suppressing blue coffin, and is even much more terrifying.
At the same time, Zhuo Wen also noticed that a bloody sword was stuck upside down in front of the blood-clothed monk. The blade of the sword was actually stained with dried blood, which looked extremely weird.
The sword is originally a knife worn by monks. The commandments stipulate that it can only be used for cutting clothes and not killing. However, the bloody sword in front of me is stained with blood. I don't know how many lives have been killed.
"Who...is this person?"
Looking at the swordsman in front of him, Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. He was a little unsure about the identity of the monk in the center of the cave.
"This is a dead man!" Xiao Hei suddenly appeared on Zhuo Wen's shoulder, staring at the blood-clothed monk with a pair of black eyes, and said calmly.
"dead?"
Zhuo Wen was startled, and immediately stepped into the cave. However, the moment he stepped into the cave, a thunderous explosion suddenly resounded in Zhuo Wen's mind, and then the terrifying murderous aura, like the sea embracing all rivers, headed towards Zhuo Wen.
Rushing through the body.
"What a terrifying murderous aura. Why are these murderous auras rushing towards my body?"
Zhuo Wen groaned and couldn't help but take a few steps back. His eyes were filled with horror. These terrifying killing auras were too huge. If all of them were put into Zhuo Wen's body, Zhuo Wen would not be able to bear it.
"Buddha Eyes!"
Taking a few steps back, Zhuo Wen quickly summoned the dazzling golden Buddha's eyes. Suddenly, a solemn silhouette of an ancient Buddha sat in the void behind Zhuo Wen. A Sanskrit sound came out, immediately blocking the murderous aura that was rolling in around him.
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With the protection of the phantom of the ancient Buddha, Zhuo Wen recovered as before, and immediately looked at the blood-clothed monk in front of him with fear. If the blood-clothed monk was really a dead person as Xiao Hei said, then it would be too scary.
A dead man can actually release such terrifying killing energy, so how terrifying would this blood-robed monk be when he was alive?
With the protection of the ancient Buddha around him, Zhuo Wen slowly walked up to the blood-clothed monk. At this moment, he saw the blood-clothed monk sitting cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed and his hands flat on both sides of his knees, as if he was meditating normally.
But Zhuo Wen discovered that between the blood-clothed monk's brows, there was an extremely strong aura of death. The whole person was lifeless, and he was really a dead man.
At first, because the blood-clothed monk's murderous aura was too strong, it covered the death aura, so Zhuo Wencai didn't see it clearly.
"This blood-clothed monk should have been a very powerful Emperor Realm expert during his lifetime. If my guess is correct, this person's strength is still higher than that of Jian Mu you met back then, but I don't know why he died.
This is the bottom of the basin." Xiao Hei said cautiously.
"Then the creation of this underground Yuanmai should be related to this person?" Zhuo Wen suddenly asked.
Xiao Hei nodded and said: "It must be related. The magical powers of high-level emperor-level experts are beyond your imagination. They can open up a space, move mountains and fill seas, etc. It can be said to be extremely terrifying."
"But what's strange to me is that this person is obviously a monk, but he would break his precepts and kill people. This is really weird."
Zhuo Wen looked surprised. The image of the monk in his mind was that of an amiable, philanthropic, and equal person. However, the blood-clothed monk in the cave overturned Zhuo Wen's good image of the monk. This blood-clothed monk had more killing intent than some demons.
There is horror.
Buzz!
Just when Zhuo Wen was deep in thought, the blood-colored sword inserted upside down in front of the blood-clothed monk suddenly let out a clear chirping sound, then suddenly flew out and flew straight towards Zhuo Wen.
And at the moment when the bloody sword struck, the mighty killing energy in the entire cave began to boil. It followed the bloody sword and turned into bloody whirlpools, as if the entire cave space was going to be wiped out by these killing energy.
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"What's going on with this bloody sword? Why is it actively slashing at me?"
Looking at the blood-colored sword that was coming straight at him, Zhuo Wen's pupils shrank into needles, and he suddenly pinched out orchid fingerprints. Under the power of the Buddha's eyes, he shot out a palm and hit the blood-colored sword heavily.
Bang!
However, this blood-colored sword was extremely sharp. When the sword came forward and slashed violently, the Buddha's palm that Zhuo Wen struck suddenly broke into pieces.
"Huh? Damn it!"
Zhuo Wen cursed angrily, and immediately evolved into four heads and eight arms. The eight arms simultaneously used orchid fingerprints. The Buddha's light was overwhelming, and the Buddha's intention was filled and spread throughout the cave.
Countless golden palm prints came from all directions, and finally hit the bloody sword heavily. The surging Buddha power surged out, and the bloody sword suddenly buzzed, and the killing energy on the surface exploded to the extreme, and the terrifying bloody sword glow
A hurricane formed and swept across.
Boom boom boom!
Then Zhuo Wen was horrified to discover that the countless Buddha palms were vulnerable to the blows of the bloody sword, and they collapsed inch by inch and turned into golden powder.
"This bloody sword?"
At the moment when the Buddha's palm exploded, Zhuo Wen's pupils shrank to the extreme and he kept retreating. The palm just now was unable to stop the bloody sword. Zhuo Wen really didn't expect the latter to be so powerful.
You know, this is just a weapon, but it can actually emit such terrifying power, which really shocked Zhuo Wen.
"This bloody sword is definitely not simple. Be careful, kid, this bloody sword is here again." Xiao Hei stood on Zhuo Wen's shoulder, his eyes filled with solemnity.
Without Xiao Hei's reminder, Zhuo Wen also knew that this blood-colored sword was not simple. At this moment, after the blood-colored sword broke through the Buddha's palm, it unexpectedly moved towards Zhuo Wen again.
"Enchanted to the second level!"
"Wrath Treasure Seal!"
"Sad Treasure Seal!"
This blood-colored ring sword put too much pressure on Zhuo Wen, so Zhuo Wen had to use all his strength. Suddenly he entered the second level of possessed state, with blood growing like crazy and hanging down to his waist, and the anger in his body turned into actual anger.
Zhuo Wen's body was burning, causing Zhuo Wen's strength to increase by 30%.
The moment the Ai Bao Seal was used, a sad emotion spread and fell on the bloody sword in front, greatly weakening the power of the bloody sword.
"kill!"
Zhuo Wen, who was in the second level of demonic state, coupled with the increase of the Wrath Treasure Seal, made Zhuo Wen's combat power terrifying. He squeezed his right hand, and a blood gun suddenly appeared, and he flew towards the bloody sword without fear.
Boom boom boom!
The war was about to break out, and the blood gun was like a big windmill, splitting into countless blood gun shadows, fighting with the blood sword, and the sound of gold and iron constantly echoed in the cave.
The Bloody Ring Sword is truly amazing. Even with the weakening of the Ai Bao Seal, its combat power is still so terrifying. Not only is Zhuo Wen unable to suppress the Bloody Ring Sword, but he is at a disadvantage.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Zhuo Wen roared angrily, extremely crazy, the blood gun kept dancing, the murderous demonic energy rolled, forming powerful blood clouds over the cave.
Moreover, Zhuo Wen possesses the core of the Blood Soul Tree, which contains powerful vitality. He is not afraid of harm at all. He almost fought with his life against the bloody sword, and finally suppressed it completely.
"cut!"
Zhuo Wen raised the blood gun above his head with both hands, and then slammed it down hard, hitting the blood-colored sword. Suddenly, the blood-colored sword screamed and fell to the ground.
After all, the bloody sword is an ownerless thing. Although there is a trace of spiritual wisdom in it, the weapon is still a weapon. Without human control and use, it cannot use its maximum power.
Zhuo Wen landed on the ground, touched his right hand, and immediately took the bloody sword into his hand, and then a terrifying murderous aura followed the bloody sword and tried to invade Zhuo Wen's body.
"Buddha Eye Suppression!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were extremely calm, and he immediately opened the Buddha's eyes. The Buddha's light filled the air, completely blocking the terrifying killing energy transmitted by the bloody sword.
Buzz!
The blood-colored sword buzzed, and then the killing energy that permeated the entire cave became crazy, pouring into the blood-colored sword one after another. Then the power of the blood-colored sword increased to the extreme.
Poof!
Zhuo Wen didn't expect that the bloody sword could actually be strengthened. He was caught off guard, and his right arm was ruthlessly severed by the slash of the bloody sword.
After taking several steps back, Zhuo Wen covered his broken right arm and stared gloomily at the bloody sword that was suspended in mid-air again.
Bah, bah, bah!
The moment his right arm was broken, Zhuo Wen had already mobilized the vitality of the Blood Soul Tree in his heart to flow into his right arm. Suddenly, the flesh and blood on the wound of the broken arm began to squirm, and then a new arm grew again.
With a move of his right hand, he took the blood gun that fell on the ground into his hand again. Zhuo Wen slowly backed away and stared at the bloody sword in front of him in the endless bloody whirlpool.
At this moment, the blood-colored Jiedao was extremely violent, and the aura in its body surged to the extreme. The terrifying killing aura escaped, faintly making Zhuo Wen feel a little trembling.
"Why is it so terrifying? Isn't this bloody sword much scarier than ordinary imperial weapons?" Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of fear.
"No! This bloody sword is a little weird. No matter how powerful the imperial weapon is, how can it exert such terrifying power?" Xiao Hei suddenly said.
"What do you mean?" Zhuo Wen asked with narrowed eyes.
"This blood-colored sword probably contains the spiritual thought of this blood-clothed monk..."