The sword of the man in black robe was angry, powerful and heavy, but the sword was erratic, gloomy and mysterious. The two contradictory qualities complemented each other in this sword, and it had an unpredictable power.
Facing this knife, the monk did not dodge or even move, allowing the knife to hit his back.
The light of the sword cut through the coarse robe on his body and almost hit his body. But in this moment, the pure and flawless holy light suddenly appeared from the cultivator. The holy light was so strong that it was like substance and could not be blocked.
This shocking blow.
The black-robed man's sword could cut through even an iron wall as easily as tofu, but it had no effect at all on the holy light. Instead, a secret force invaded his whole body along with the sword's force.
His body was shaken violently, and his insides were on fire. The man in black robe drew the knife and retreated, but he still couldn't stop vomiting out a mouthful of blood. The hand holding the knife was trembling, and he could hardly hold it.
"This is impossible!" He looked at the monk in astonishment. Although he knew that he probably couldn't defeat the opponent, he never dreamed that he would be defeated in this way. Why did this damn bastard suddenly become so strong?
Unbelievable?
"Why did you only chop my back and not my neck? Do you think my sister doesn't want to see me die? Devil, you are too naive. The power of the Lord is beyond your imagination."
The monk turned around and took out a Bible with worn pages and almost torn pages from his arms.
He held the Bible and muttered scriptures to the man in black robe, and the holy light turned into a sharp sword and instantly penetrated the body of the man in black robe.
The man in black robe didn't even have room to react. Several large holes had been pierced in the vital parts of his body. A large amount of blood continuously spurted out, dyeing the surrounding flowers a strange bright red.
The monk walked slowly to the man in black robe, leaned over and picked up a flower that had been affected by the battle and fell to the ground. The originally white petals were covered with blood stains. The blood was particularly strange and red, like amber.
It is thick and transparent, and if you look closely, there seems to be a flame burning in it.
The blood-stained area on the flower quickly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The monk shook his head with pity and placed the flower back on the ground.
The man in black robe struggled to get up with his hands and feet. He covered the wound with his hands, stood staggeringly, and fell down in front of the monk. It was an unbearable insult to him.
"The devil in you is really getting stronger and stronger." The monk paid attention to the wounds of the man in black robes. Except for a few parts that were exposed to the sun due to cuts in the black robes, the other wounds could not heal.
, in this short period of time, it has turned out to be as good as ever.
The man in black robe knew in his heart that he was not far from death. He had no fear of death, and it was only his wish to die in this place, but before that, he was unwilling to give in to the man in front of him. He
Standing with the sword in hand, although he was already unsteady, he still faced the monk resolutely and refused to show any weakness.
The monk suddenly put away the Bible in his palm, and the holy light receded like a tide. He smiled gently and said: "Devil, do you so hope to be purified by the light of the Lord? The Lord must have His divine intention in giving you life. You
You are guilty, but it is not up to me to purify you. Do you think it is just an accident that you have been able to escape capture all these years? Sit down, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"What do you want to do?" the man in black robe asked. Although his voice was weak, the prowess in it was not diminished at all.
The monk was minding his own business and found a big stone in the center of the garden to sit down on. His voice was slightly hoarse and did not have that naturally moving timbre, but he spoke as if he was reciting a hymn, with a tinge of emotion.
This unique sense of rhythm is sacred and solemn, making people unconsciously respect it.
He looked at the man in black robe, just like anyone who came to the church to confess, and said slowly and unhurriedly in his unique voice: "Devil, your magic power is getting stronger and stronger.
, but do you think it’s because your magic power is so powerful that you’ve been able to escape capture every time these years?”
"What on earth do you want to say?" The man in black robe could not help but waver slightly, and a conjecture came into his mind that he absolutely did not want to believe.
"I discovered this garden seven years ago. I often come here to prune branches and leaves and talk to my sister. Do you think that lazy old man can take care of this garden so well?"
There was a cloud of sentimentality on the monk's always-shining face, but the sentimentality quickly faded away. He continued: "You are very smart and cautious. Is this the unique cunning of the devil? You almost don't believe it.
Anyone, so no one can know your whereabouts. But you have to come here once a year, no matter how far away you are, no matter how injured you are, you have to come here once. So starting from six years ago, your
My whereabouts are all under my control."
"Six years ago, it turned out to be like this." The man in black robes had long been suspicious of some strange coincidences he encountered, and although he hated the person in front of him extremely, he had to admit that this person would never lie.
"Why are you helping me?" the man in black robe asked coldly. He didn't think the monk was out of kindness in helping him.
"I know you have been looking for a way to get rid of the devil in your body and lift the curse on my sister. Love your brothers and sisters. This is the Lord's teaching. My love for my sister is no less than you."
The man in black robe laughed so loudly that his wounds burst and tears flowed. "Hahahahaha, you hypocrites are so ridiculous, you deceive others to the point where you even deceive yourself. You seem to have forgotten who made
My lover is trapped in this desperate situation."
The monk stood up and walked step by step in front of the man in black robe. The man in black robe was unable to retreat, and he was even more unwilling to retreat. The two were so close that they could hear their breathing. The monk took out the old Bible and kept it precious and important.
The ground was gently caressed, and he felt reluctance, worry, and an indescribable sense of expectation and mission in his heart. He slowly and tremblingly pressed the Bible into the hand of the man in black robe.
The monk suddenly burst into tears and said in a trembling voice: "You can indeed touch it. This is indeed the Lord's will, and the lost lamb will eventually be saved."
The man in black robe was holding the Bible for no apparent reason. To him, it was just a tattered book with words that disgusted him.
He looked at the monk in confusion. He hated this person to the core and believed that the monk was a sinister, cunning, ruthless and hypocritical person. But now, he felt as if he didn't recognize this person anymore. What on earth did this bastard want to do?
The monk wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and regained his usual peaceful smile.
"Devil, you need to go to the east to find my brother Peter. This is the will of the Lord. You will eventually be saved, and my sister, my sister will also be saved."