I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

At the very least, the real old Michaelis was not born with three heads and six arms. Although his vitality was indeed extremely powerful, and many strange and twisting granules sprouted from the wounds, they were only abnormally proliferated granules and did not really exist. A second and third pair of special-shaped arms grew out.

So Watson shot both shots at old Michaelis's shoulder - he did not aim at the opponent's head and heart and other fatal parts, just because although old Michaelis was old and frail, he was secretly transmitting sexual information. With the blessing of strength, his physical ability is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Hidden under the opponent's withered skin were muscles that looked like the roots of an old tree, and were as strong as iron.

And since this old guy gave up his aura and transformed into a moth phase, his body seemed to be filled again, and his decayed nerves seemed to be reconnected.

His movements, which were originally slightly slow, became extremely agile, and he even showed extremely superb close combat skills.

Every claw strike contains the power of abandonment that Watson cannot resist, or that the moth in his skull is unwilling to resist. The skinny five fingers are as sharp as iron claws under the blessing of this abandonment power, and they can be scratched easily. An inch of flesh and blood.

And old Michaelis seems to have some kind of extraordinarily sensitive wild intuition.

Whenever Watson is about to raise his gun and aim at his head and heart, the old guy can predict it in advance like a prophet, and he will try his best to dodge even at the cost of being injured in other parts... and then resist. The injury was responded to by a swift claw strike, pulling another layer of flesh and blood from under Watson's body.

As the battle progresses, both of them are already covered in blood, including both their own blood and the other's blood.

The blood quickly solidified into ice in the cold winter night, but in an instant, a new wound bloomed, or the boiling blood of oneself or the enemy poured in again, making the dark blood that had first solidified seem to melt again.

As the fighting continued to be fierce, a large amount of blood and minced meat from the Aged Moth and the Pale Moth splashed out, dyeing the nearby gray snow red, and the boiling blood had just melted the snow, and then quickly The ground condenses at low temperatures.

But even though the coldness that symbolizes the silence of winter can extinguish the hotness of the moth's blood, it can never erase the power contained in the blood!

I saw that the Crossroad Esoteric Cultists, who had been completely immersed in their own sexual desires, were getting more and more crazy. Some kind of ferocious joints seemed to be piercing out from under their body surfaces, and their skin was uncontrollably peeling off on its own, exposed. His muscles were shivering in the cold wind, as if he was frightened and excited.

Some kind of terrifying existence hidden deep in the darkest corners of their bodies seems to be about to resurrect, trying to tear through this useless skin, and then rises up ferociously, roaring and announcing to the world who were once their inferior slaves - stupid Homo erectus, your true master is back!

But before the esoteric cultists of the Crossroads Order could complete their transformation, two hungry black shadows suddenly emerged from the darkness under the cliff, throwing everyone who was so delirious that they could not use their senses to the ground.

The sharp fangs pierced the fragile neck, the deformed scissor-like mouthparts slit the throat, and blood spurted out like a fountain, pouring into the attacker's mouth and nose that were already stained with dried blood. They drank the sweet drink in large gulps. Taste, the secret of tasting that delicious food, power and knowledge are also hidden in this fragrant blood.

Two black figures suddenly appeared and drank the blood of the four secret messengers, leaving only one body with the most delicious taste... This real delicacy was naturally reserved for the boss to enjoy!

After devouring all the secret knowledge and secret power, the two black figures could not help but tremble violently. On the dark cliff, it was difficult to discern the reason for their mad convulsions.

However, when another loud gunshot rang out, orange flames lit up from the muzzle of the revolver, and this was already the last bullet of the gun.

With the light of the gun flames that lit up at this moment, you can barely see the ripples on the bodies of the two black figures. The waves are rolling down from top to bottom, as if their coverings are carrying on life. The last dance of the song - the black shadow is slowly peeling off his skin under his neck, like shedding a piece of clothing.

The shedding of excess useless skin symbolizes the formation of new skin, the birth of new strength, and the emergence of new knowledge.

The eyes of the two black shadows also lit up with a frightening green light. Those four eyes, which seemed to contain some kind of crazy magical power, turned to fall on the two moth shadows who were fighting and fighting. On to the aging moth.

The Aging Moth had already sensed the approach of two not too unfamiliar smells, which seemed to be two of the many sheep he raised.

But the next moment, he sensed that the smell of these two once humble sheep was mixed with some familiar feeling, like the fluttering wings of moths or the mottled shadows of trees.

The aging moth recalled for no reason the Mansu Woodland that it had not entered for a long time, the ancient woodland where there was never daylight, the thick and ancient steel... and the sound of flapping wings deep in the woodland.

However, when he followed the dangerous intuition that was ringing in his head and dodged the sharp blade again and responded with a heavy claw, he heard the sweet sound of skin tearing and blood vessels shooting out, and the air was filled with the fragrance of moth blood. Another inferior sweetness filled the air - that was the Tantric feast he was going to enjoy!

The muscles on the wrinkled face of the Aging Moth twitched uncontrollably, and the anger of being deprived of food burst into flames.

It vibrated its scale wings crazily, and the scales of the moth sank into the aging body again, causing another withered and yellow tooth to fall into the mouth. The pink granulation proliferating from the tip of the tongue wrapped the fallen tooth and seemed to shrink into the depths of the mouth. It is accumulating some kind of strength, just like a long bow is drawn to the full moon and is about to be shot out!

However, before the aging moth could turn its head towards the two black figures that boldly snatched food, it spat out the teeth containing the power of abandonment and appetite... The pale moth in front of it once again waved the sharp straight blade to meet them. Come.

Faced with this heavy blow that was very likely to split the skull, the aging moth could only hatefully spray the teeth in its mouth towards the cutting edge.

The rotting and stinky teeth collided fiercely with the extremely sharp blade, and a crisp sound like gold and iron erupted.

Although the tooth organ inevitably shattered, the sharp straight blade was slightly deflected because of this, and it only cut off the ear of the aging moth with one knife. The thin piece of flesh fell to the ground, still rolling uncontrollably, as if Struggling and wailing.

The sharp blade's downward momentum did not stop, and then slashed downwards until it was deeply embedded in the collarbone of the aging moth, almost cutting off the pale bones directly!

The wriggling pink flesh buds rushed up immediately, like the needle and thread in the hands of a senior weaver, quickly sewing and mending to connect the torn flesh and blood together. The strong and powerful shoulder tendons effectively prevented the Pale Moth from withdrawing the blade.

The aging moth suddenly raised its head, and its dark eyes stared directly at the single-eyed pale moth. A face full of vicissitudes of time revealed a sinister smile that seemed to have succeeded.