I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

The night is getting darker.

The night was as dark as thousands of armies and horses, and even the glow of the arc moon could not penetrate these layers of surroundings. It took a lot of hard work to shed a weak brightness to the earth.

The Galwell Cliffs seemed to have fallen into complete silence and coldness. The noisy wind no longer howled, and the naughty snowflakes no longer fell.

The light in the head of the lamp man is about to go out, the winter man freezes himself, the enlighten man is obsessed with opening his cave, the moth man peels the skin and bones, and the cup man eats meat.

The broken ones shatter like ice chips, and the sprouted ones wither like rotten wood.

The invading foreigners have all fallen down at this moment. They have fallen into the heterogeneous desires of their own nature, almost completely closing their five senses, leaving only the painful touch and the sweet taste, and they are unaware of everything that happens in the outside world. turn a deaf ear.

But sharp silver light, orange fireworks and explosive gunshots still flashed from time to time on the cliff.

The Aging Moth and the Pale Moth collided together again, and the deformed Yin Hong claws were as fast and mysterious as a ghost attack, protruding from an imperceptible direction, seeming to lightly scratch the young chest.

The metallic luster of the claw blade was like a large army pressing down on the enemy. It was slashed from top to bottom, and a rotten and curled up ear was cut off.

But if there are other people with clear thinking and strong minds watching at this time, and with sharp eyesight, they can catch the two ghostly and elusive moth figures.

They were surprised to find that the areas where the two moths were attacked seemed to have sustained damage.

The torn flesh and blood seemed to be rolling over on their own, as if there were still a pair of invisible hands in the void.

The big hand is stretching out its colorless fingers, picking up the skin on both sides of the wound, and pulling it violently towards the outside of the body, trying to completely tear off the tough covering of skin and the strong flesh, and throw it to the ground, causing the wound to spread further.

It was as if the attacks of the two moths contained some strange order that could control the body and command the body, forcing the flesh and blood of the opponent's injured area to fall off on its own.

Therefore, every time the two moths clashed, every collision was accompanied by a large amount of blood, broken skin and flesh, splattering all over the black snow.

But the really weird phenomenon is still to come - after the splattered flesh and blood rolled to the ground, they were still squirming actively!

The broken flesh and blood seemed to be jumping, dancing, and more like struggling and twisting... In short, these broken flesh and blood seemed to contain a strange vitality. Even if they were separated from their original bodies, they would still be alive. Can continue to survive for a while!

The two moths collided fiercely again. This time they hit each other with their heads as hammers. The two foreheads collided heavily, and suddenly there was a clanging sound like the trembling buzz of an ancient bronze bell.

This violent buzzing resounded in the heads of the two moths, as if their souls were being expelled from their bodies in this shock.

And the Aging Moth and the Pale Moth also strangely reached a certain resonance emotion because of this buzzing soul vibration that resounded in their heads at the same time.

They seemed to be able to clearly sense the opponent's heart at that moment, think what they thought, think about what they thought, and see what they saw.

So they all invariably sensed the heterogeneous hunger and bloodthirsty desire that almost overflowed from their opponent's wild heart!

Although the Aging Moth is old, his high-level sexual appearance has endowed him with powerful physical attributes. In the area where he was attacked, the rolled flesh and blood have sprouted strange pink granules, which are like fine needles and threads. Sewing and mending, sewing the damaged flesh and blood back together.

Although the pale moth's weak mental state is still beating in an orderly manner, trying to squeeze out the vitality of all the cells in the body, it is ultimately a drop in the bucket - the speed of repairing the body is never as fast as the speed of physical damage.

The wounds that were originally just superficial skin wounds were infected by the moth abandonment attached to the claw tips of the aging moth. The skin and flesh at the wounds struggled and screamed to escape, causing the wounds to further spread.

Superficial skin injuries become deeper as a result

Although the recovery ability of the Pale Moth is far inferior to that of the Aging Moth in front of it, it possesses the weapons of Blade and Cast in its hands - a sharp straight blade that can easily cut through steel, and a weapon that contains the Cast of Chen's blazing weapon.

Each of its attacks is far more powerful and lethal than the Aging Moth.

The blazing projectiles can even roll out cavities as complex as anthills in the decaying flesh.

The sharp straight blade was enough to carve shocking cracks into the decaying bones.

It was a serious injury that even the creeping granulation could not be sutured immediately. Even the broken bones and metal fragments would get stuck in the gaps between the flesh and blood, blocking the process of repair by the granulation.

After the pale moth collided with the fallen moth's headbutt, they retreated in tacit agreement at the same time, their scales and wings vibrating crazily.

The lifeless cliff seemed to be filled with the sound of flapping wings.

This weird sound of flapping wings not only contains the irrational power to confuse people's hearts and cause them to go crazy, but it also contains the inner voices of the two moths.

They seem to be able to communicate with each other, and their words are transmitted through the sound of flapping wings.

"Too slow, too slow, too slow! Old guy, is that the only speed you have?! It's as slow as an eighty-year-old woman! My grandma can cut steaks faster than you. ah!"

"Too weak, too weak, too weak! Little guy, is this all your strength?" the aging moth shouted, "Isn't there a more powerful weapon? Just this little knife and a little A pistol? It’s not enough!”

"Do you expect to be able to kill me just by relying on such a crude weapon?! It's still far from enough!"

"Little guy, if you have any other tricks, show them all!"

Pale Moth just replied calmly: "No, no, old guy, you don't expect these two sentences to stimulate me to directly pull out the trump card at the bottom of the box, do you?"

"It's too obvious, too stupid, and too self-righteous! Old guy, have you lived like a dog for so long?"

"You don't really think someone would fall for such a simple trick, do you?"

The aging moth couldn't help but become a little angry after its scheme was exposed - as it continued to use the magic power of the moth phase, it continued to bear the attacks of the moth phase's magic power, and its thinking was silently and silently corroded by the wild moth phase. Useless rationality is gradually abandoned, and falsehood and pretense are shed.

But it did not continue to use words to express its inner anger, but directly used actions to carry out its rage!

The aging moth suddenly waved its scale wings, and dots of crazy scales rushed towards the pale moth in front.

However, among the decayed scales were the crushed wings of some rare lepidopteran insect.

This kind of rare insect group has almost become extinct in this world, and the few remaining groups are also in the hands of those super-large hidden forces.

The broken wing fragments in the hands of the aging moth are also rare treasures left by the family ancestors. The broken wings contain ancient and mottled power.

These broken wings can not only be used to draw various magic circles - such as the powerful protective magic circle in the aging moth's bedroom that can withstand thunder and lightning bombardment.

And it can also be used directly as a weapon - the black and white colors are flowing inside the split wings. After being activated by the moth phase's magic power, it can transform into an ancient greedy flying insect.

These flying insects from ancient times were the most feared insects of disaster by ancient ancestors.

Those horrific histories are not recorded in public historical documents in the waking world.

However, the Aging Moth once found relevant records in the family library - legend has it that during the time of King Arthur, a horrific plague broke out on the island.

The plague virus will not corrode the health of living things, nor will it affect the maturity of crops. However, wherever the plague passes, infected patients will lose their reason and consciousness and wander around like zombies until they meet normal people who are not infected with the plague. It will reveal its cruel and bloodthirsty nature, swooping up and biting the flesh and blood of normal people.

And when King Arthur's knights eliminated all the infected people, they discovered densely packed black and white blood tumors inside the skulls of these victims - the eggs of these insects.

Countless tiny black and white insects immediately flew out of the hemorrhagic eggs, scuttled into the armor along the gaps in the mask, and completely submerged the knight's head.

Although it is impossible for the wings after being ground into pieces to recreate the original appearance of the insect in life, after being awakened by the power of the moth phase, the insect will become even weirder and more brutal!

The broken wings were lighter than paper. As the breeze touched the body of the pale moth, as soon as the light broken wings touched the warm body, they immediately melted like falling snow meeting blazing flames.

It melted into a pitch-black liquid, penetrated along the pores of the skin, and then regrouped deep in the flesh to form a weird bug that was so ugly that it was difficult to describe it in words.

This ugly bug tries to continue burrowing deep into the flesh and blood, trying to ride on the flowing blood to directly attack the head of the infected person, eating away at the wisdom and light inside the skull.

However, when these briefly resurrected ancient bugs finally came to the sweet brain they dreamed of, and were about to feast... they saw the real great ancestor through the folds on the surface of the brain tissue!

It’s so difficult to code on the train... The author will get up early tomorrow to make up for it