I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

This is an ancient battlefield that has been silent for more than two thousand years, or even longer.

Its tranquility was finally broken today.

A tiny pillar of flame shot out in the air less than a hundred feet above the ground, piercing straight into the dusty desert beneath like flesh and bone.

A loud explosion completely awakened this ancient battlefield that seemed to have been frozen in time for thousands of years.

Flame pillars as thick as mortal fists stirred up clouds of sand and dust, and the diffuse sand and dust reflected the afterglow of the bloody sunset, as if this desert spattered a wisp of blood into the sky.

When the blood-like sand gradually calmed down, in the gradually thinning wind and sand, two hazy figures could be seen slowly standing up in the sand.

Watson stood up from the sand with difficulty.

Even though he had used the momentary explosion impact to slow down the kinetic energy of his fall, this incredible method could only be accomplished by a secret messenger with an astonishing physique. A weak mortal would be hastening his death.

Even though he had already stretched out his limbs in a lying position in mid-air, just like a future wingsuit flying, he was not wearing a gliding wingsuit after all, and his falling speed was only slightly slowed down, which was better than nothing.

Even though he had changed his posture at the moment of landing to increase the force-bearing area and reduce the pressure on the unit, he used his back with abnormal bone spurs to withstand the first kinetic energy rebound of the landing without an umbrella.

Even if he...

But even so, the young man's body could not directly withstand the kinetic energy of falling from a height of thousands of feet, and the abnormal black and jagged bone thorns on his back shattered! The gravel pierced the back like tiny projectiles!

The cracked vertebrae and the space between the vertebrae were filled with blood-stained gravel. It was difficult to tell whether the gravel itself was the color of blood or was dyed with the color of blood.

The spine was almost broken, and the blood-colored gravel almost pierced the nerves inside the spine, paralyzing the body's ability to move... This was close to damaging the boy's foundation, causing his lower body to live in a wheelchair.

But a possibility that is infinitely close to possibility is, for some of the terrifying people who have been favored by Si Chen, an impossibility that is infinitely close to impossibility!

Even after falling from a height of thousands of feet, the boy who was born with the appearance of a moth and a cup was still not paralyzed. His spinal nerves were still struggling to transmit nerve signals.

Not to mention that the dark, viscous blood from his father's body has already clung to the cracked vertebrae. This black liquid containing incredible activity seems to be able to replace the function of the nerve bundles.

After falling from a height of thousands of feet, in less than half an hour, Watson had already controlled the boy's body and slowly walked out of the sand pit.

Every time he took a step, pieces of cracked skin like charcoal fell off.

When the layer of charred skin fell away, the exposed new skin was pink and transparent, like thin cicada wings, and the peristaltic blood vessels and bright red texture underneath were clearly visible.

But even though Watson was continuously releasing the power of the moth, he put aside the injuries in his adopted son's body, forgetting the burning pain, and allowed the flesh and blood regenerated by the power of the heart to rush forward without fear of pain and drown those endless things. Hugh's flames.

Even if the mind is about to be promoted to the fifth level, the vitality of life that continues to protect it cannot completely extinguish the blazing breath of the ancient lion.

At that time, the steel suitcase, which served as the first line of defense between Watson and the ancient lion, had no way or possibility to completely resist the flaming breath of the most powerful lion weapon in the world.

The blazing flames breathed out by the ancient lion contained unparalleled destructive power. The impeccable flames had penetrated the second line of defense of the skin and directly corroded into the depths of the young man's body.

The organs in its body cavity are wrapped in inextinguishable heat, and the blazing flames roast it, giving off a faint and alluring aroma of barbecue.

This scorching heat is like a curse of maggots attached to the bones. It lingers around the young man's internal organs for a long time and refuses to dissipate. It just slowly and tenaciously roasts these tender organs, and every time he exhales, he can emit a strong aroma of meat. The smoke is filled with a hint of bright red, which makes people confused and intoxicated, as if it smells like warm wine.

Burning inside and out, for Watson/Sebastian at this moment, is no longer an exaggerated adjective on the surface, but a real feeling of pain.

Not a single organ in the young man's internal organs was spared, and they were all covered with the intractable flame of the ancient lion.

The speed of flesh and blood regeneration could not keep up with the efficiency of burning and destruction. The boy's flesh and blood had become the best fuel for the scarlet flames of the ancient lion.

In the dark and lightless body cavity, the scarlet flames have burned every tiny part of the organs into dry charcoal, just like the pioneering march occupied the leading position, took root here and formed a camp to attack the remaining enemies.

Burn your flesh and blood and raise my flames. This is what the ancient war lions rely on to claim to be the most powerful lion-shaped weapons in the waking world - their flames are like independent lives, and will independently find suitable food in the enemy's body to thrive. Until these flames containing sharp blades burn the enemy to pieces!

The boy's bones were also shattered. The flames of the ancient lion were not just pure heat. The scarlet fireworks were mixed with the secret technique of bone fragmentation.

Now this body that is riddled with holes is like a tattered marionette. It must rely on the blood and flesh left in the body by his father to be able to move barely.

But at the same time, Watson's weird blood and flesh, like a liquid reptile, was constantly crawling between the hideous cracks in the adopted son's bones.

The heat and sharpness that remain deep in the bone cracks and scars look like some kind of exotic delicacy mixed with terrible poison but extremely exciting to the dark flesh and blood.

They crawl among the cracks in the bones, and although they will endure the pain of burning flames and sharp stabs, they can also glimpse the mystery of broken bones from the cracks and scars.

Watson also seems to be able to understand the remaining parts of the seven or forty-nine bone-breaking methods.

"So that's it, such and such and such..."

"It's so and so, and so and so..."

"Hey, I understand, I understand..."

"Ahem..." Watson opened his mouth and spat out a mixture of smoked dried lung slices and red blood.

"Everything that cannot destroy me will make me stronger... It turns out that this secret is hidden in it."

"Crack, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle..."

The young man lowered his head and mumbled a creepy and weird tone in his throat, which sounded like a low, strange laugh, a sad cry, or even a maniacal laugh!

The bones all over his body erupted with the sound of gold and iron clashing like swords, and the thin and thin muscles on his exposed body were rising and falling strangely.

The muscle membrane swelled and contracted, like a leather drum beating itself without beating, but it did not make any beating sound. Only the dull sound of some kind of bone beating seemed to wander between the skin and flesh.

Watson smiled and raised his right arm high against the bloody sunset. The translucent arm protruded ferociously with several dark blood vessels that snaked like snakes.

He curled his thumb to his heart, straightened his four fingers together like a knife, and suddenly pierced the young man's belly with his arm.

The flesh that had been burned for a long time was as withered as dry wood, and even a trace of blood could hardly seep out.