Chapter: 1630
Zhuo Wen, who was in a state of enchantment, was much more sober. The essence of his killing magic was the same as the artistic conception of killing, so after using the power of enchantment, the desire to kill in Zhuowen's heart was completely extinguished, replaced by coldness and calmness.
The core of the devil is to ignore the world. From the beginning to the end, he is as flat as water and as indifferent as a demon. This is the true meaning of the devil.
Of course, demons also represent cruelty and domineering. It is precisely because of the mentality of ignoring the world that demons can do all kinds of cruel things that ordinary people can't imagine, because in the eyes of demons, cruel things are just normal things.
It is precisely because of this that the demonic cultivators throughout the ages are generally not understood by people. Of course, although the demonic cultivators are cruel and domineering, they have not yet reached the point where everyone shouts and kills. After all, the world of martial arts is cruel, and the demonic cultivators are just It is more suitable to survive in this kind of world than other warriors, and of course it is stronger.
Thumb up!
Slow footsteps resounded in the corridor, and Zhuo Wen walked with indifferent eyes. After about half an hour, Zhuo Wen finally reached the end of the corridor and came to the core of the cave.
What appeared in front of Zhuowen was a large cave, surrounded by jagged rocks, and the top of the cave was lined with sharp stalactites. In the center of the cave, a figure completely attracted Zhuowen's attention.
"That is?"
In the center of the cave, a figure sitting cross-legged completely caught Zhuo Wen's attention.
This person was about forty years old, wearing a bloody garment, his whole body was filled with a strange bloody aura, and an extremely terrifying killing mood permeated the air. What's more worthy of Zhuo Wen's attention was that this person had a bald head and was dressed as a monk. .
A monk who believed in Buddhism, but his body was filled with such a terrifying killing spirit, all of this seemed extremely strange.
The monk should eat fast and recite scriptures, save the world, take compassion and life as the heart, curb killing, and create a harmonious world.
But the blood-clothed monk in front of him brought Zhuo Wen a great impact. The real killing aura on his body was too strong. At least he had killed countless creatures to have such a terrifying killing aura. This killing spirit was not weaker than the blood demon in the demon-suppressing green coffin, and even more terrifying.
At the same time, Zhuo Wen also noticed that there was a blood-colored Jiedao stuck upside down in front of the blood-clothed monk, and the blade of this Jiedao was actually stained with dried blood, which looked extremely strange.
Jie Dao was originally a knife worn by monks. According to the precepts, it is only allowed to cut clothes and not to kill. But the blood-colored Jie Dao in front of him is stained with blood, and I don�t know how many creatures have been killed.
"This person... who is it?"
Looking at the knife and man in front of him, Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, a little uncertain about the identity of the monk in the middle 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?"
Zhuowen was stunned, and even stepped into the cave, but at the moment of stepping into the cave, a thunderous explosion suddenly resounded in Zhuowen's mind, and then the terrifying killing spirit, as if embracing all rivers, moved towards Zhuowen The body plundered.
"It's such a terrifying killing aura, why are these killing auras rushing towards my body?"
Zhuowen snorted, and couldn't help taking a few steps back, his eyes were full of horror, these terrifying killing auras were too huge, if they were all absorbed into Zhuowen's body, Zhuowen couldn't bear it at all.
"Buddha eyes!"
Taking a few steps back, Zhuo Wen quickly summoned the golden Buddha eyes, and suddenly a phantom of a solemn ancient Buddha sat in the void behind Zhuo Wen, and a Sanskrit sound came out, immediately blocking the killing spirit that was surging around him .
With the protection of the phantom of the ancient Buddha, Zhuo Wen returned to his original state, and immediately looked at the blood-clothed monk with fear. If the blood-clothed monk is really a dead person as Xiao Hei said, then it would be too terrifying.
A dead person can actually release such a terrifying killing aura from his body, so how terrifying would this blood-clothed monk be when he was alive.
Surrounded by the protection of the ancient Buddha, Zhuo Wen walked slowly in front of the blood-clothed monk, and saw the blood-clothed monk sitting cross-legged at this moment, with his eyes slightly closed, and his hands on both knees, as if he was meditating normally.
However, Zhuo Wen discovered that between the brows of the blood-clothed monk, there was an extremely strong sense of death, his whole body was lifeless, and he was actually a dead person.
At the beginning, because the blood-clothed monk's killing aura was too strong, it covered up the dead aura, so Zhuo Wencai didn't see it clearly.
"This blood-clothed monk should have been a very powerful emperor-level powerhouse before he was alive. If I guessed correctly, this person's strength is still higher than that of Jianmu you met back then, but I don't know why he fell in front of him. The bottom of this basin." Xiao Hei said cautiously.
"Then the generation of the underground Yuanmai should be related to this person?" Zhuo Wen asked suddenly.
Xiao Hei nodded, and said: "It must be related. The supernatural powers of high-level emperors are beyond your imagination. It is extremely terrifying to open up a space, move mountains and fill seas."
"However, I'm surprised that this person is obviously a monk, but he would break the precept and kill someone. It's really weird."
Zhuowen's face was surprised. The image of the monk in his heart is that he is amiable, charitable, and equal to all living beings. The blood-clothed monk in this cave has subverted Zhuowen's good image of the monk. The killing spirit of this blood-clothed monk is worse than some demons. There is horror.
hum!
Just when Zhuo Wen was deep in thought, the blood-colored sabre, which was inserted upside down in front of the blood-clothed monk, suddenly let out a clear cry, and then flew upside down, flying towards Zhuo Wen.
And at the moment when the Bloody Knife came, the mighty killing aura in the entire cave began to boil, and along the Bloody Knife, it turned into bloody whirlpools, as if the entire cave space was about to be wiped out by these killing auras generally.
"What's the matter with this bloody Jie Dao? Why did it take the initiative to cut towards me?"
Looking at the blood-colored sabre, Zhuo Wen's pupils constricted into needles, and suddenly the orchid fingerprint was squeezed out, and under the Buddha's power of the Buddha's eyes, he slammed his palm heavily on the blood-colored saber.
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The core of the devil is to ignore the world. From the beginning to the end, he is as flat as water and as indifferent as a demon. This is the true meaning of the devil.
Of course, demons also represent cruelty and domineering. It is precisely because of the mentality of ignoring the world that demons can do all kinds of cruel things that ordinary people can't imagine, because in the eyes of demons, cruel things are just normal things.
It is precisely because of this that the demonic cultivators throughout the ages are generally not understood by people. Of course, although the demonic cultivators are cruel and domineering, they have not yet reached the point where everyone shouts and kills. After all, the world of martial arts is cruel, and the demonic cultivators are just It is more suitable to survive in this kind of world than other warriors, and of course it is stronger.
Thumb up!
Slow footsteps resounded in the corridor, and Zhuo Wen walked with indifferent eyes. After about half an hour, Zhuo Wen finally reached the end of the corridor and came to the core of the cave.
What appeared in front of Zhuowen was a large cave, surrounded by jagged rocks, and the top of the cave was lined with sharp stalactites. In the center of the cave, a figure completely attracted Zhuowen's attention.
"That is?"
In the center of the cave, a figure sitting cross-legged completely caught Zhuo Wen's attention.
This person was about forty years old, wearing a bloody garment, his whole body was filled with a strange bloody aura, and an extremely terrifying killing mood permeated the air. What's more worthy of Zhuo Wen's attention was that this person had a bald head and was dressed as a monk. .
A monk who believed in Buddhism, but his body was filled with such a terrifying killing spirit, all of this seemed extremely strange.
The monk should eat fast and recite scriptures, save the world, take compassion and life as the heart, curb killing, and create a harmonious world.
But the blood-clothed monk in front of him brought Zhuo Wen a great impact. The real killing aura on his body was too strong. At least he had killed countless creatures to have such a terrifying killing aura. This killing spirit was not weaker than the blood demon in the demon-suppressing green coffin, and even more terrifying.
At the same time, Zhuo Wen also noticed that there was a blood-colored Jiedao stuck upside down in front of the blood-clothed monk, and the blade of this Jiedao was actually stained with dried blood, which looked extremely strange.
Jie Dao was originally a knife worn by monks. According to the precepts, it is only allowed to cut clothes and not to kill. But the blood-colored Jie Dao in front of him is stained with blood, and I don�t know how many creatures have been killed.
"This person... who is it?"
Looking at the knife and man in front of him, Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, a little uncertain about the identity of the monk in the middle 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?"
Zhuowen was stunned, and even stepped into the cave, but at the moment of stepping into the cave, a thunderous explosion suddenly resounded in Zhuowen's mind, and then the terrifying killing spirit, as if embracing all rivers, moved towards Zhuowen The body plundered.
"It's such a terrifying killing aura, why are these killing auras rushing towards my body?"
Zhuowen snorted, and couldn't help taking a few steps back, his eyes were full of horror, these terrifying killing auras were too huge, if they were all absorbed into Zhuowen's body, Zhuowen couldn't bear it at all.
"Buddha eyes!"
Taking a few steps back, Zhuo Wen quickly summoned the golden Buddha eyes, and suddenly a phantom of a solemn ancient Buddha sat in the void behind Zhuo Wen, and a Sanskrit sound came out, immediately blocking the killing spirit that was surging around him .
With the protection of the phantom of the ancient Buddha, Zhuo Wen returned to his original state, and immediately looked at the blood-clothed monk with fear. If the blood-clothed monk is really a dead person as Xiao Hei said, then it would be too terrifying.
A dead person can actually release such a terrifying killing aura from his body, so how terrifying would this blood-clothed monk be when he was alive.
Surrounded by the protection of the ancient Buddha, Zhuo Wen walked slowly in front of the blood-clothed monk, and saw the blood-clothed monk sitting cross-legged at this moment, with his eyes slightly closed, and his hands on both knees, as if he was meditating normally.
However, Zhuo Wen discovered that between the brows of the blood-clothed monk, there was an extremely strong sense of death, his whole body was lifeless, and he was actually a dead person.
At the beginning, because the blood-clothed monk's killing aura was too strong, it covered up the dead aura, so Zhuo Wencai didn't see it clearly.
"This blood-clothed monk should have been a very powerful emperor-level powerhouse before he was alive. If I guessed correctly, this person's strength is still higher than that of Jianmu you met back then, but I don't know why he fell in front of him. The bottom of this basin." Xiao Hei said cautiously.
"Then the generation of the underground Yuanmai should be related to this person?" Zhuo Wen asked suddenly.
Xiao Hei nodded, and said: "It must be related. The supernatural powers of high-level emperors are beyond your imagination. It is extremely terrifying to open up a space, move mountains and fill seas."
"However, I'm surprised that this person is obviously a monk, but he would break the precept and kill someone. It's really weird."
Zhuowen's face was surprised. The image of the monk in his heart is that he is amiable, charitable, and equal to all living beings. The blood-clothed monk in this cave has subverted Zhuowen's good image of the monk. The killing spirit of this blood-clothed monk is worse than some demons. There is horror.
hum!
Just when Zhuo Wen was deep in thought, the blood-colored sabre, which was inserted upside down in front of the blood-clothed monk, suddenly let out a clear cry, and then flew upside down, flying towards Zhuo Wen.
And at the moment when the Bloody Knife came, the mighty killing aura in the entire cave began to boil, and along the Bloody Knife, it turned into bloody whirlpools, as if the entire cave space was about to be wiped out by these killing auras generally.
"What's the matter with this bloody Jie Dao? Why did it take the initiative to cut towards me?"
Looking at the blood-colored sabre, Zhuo Wen's pupils constricted into needles, and suddenly the orchid fingerprint was squeezed out, and under the Buddha's power of the Buddha's eyes, he slammed his palm heavily on the blood-colored saber.
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