I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

At the moment when the out-of-control female dancer Mary Morstan turned around.

The door with vertical pupils like snake eyes has been slightly opened, and the giant snake hidden inside the door seems to have poked its head out, spitting out invisible venom that can corrode the mind and flesh at the standing Blade Man.

Watson, who had been performing brisk and funny jabs, had stopped punching and stepped forward in the face of the lavender light rain invisible to the naked eye.

At first glance, his pace seemed quite slow, as if he was just walking slowly on the blood-colored sand.

But in fact, the speed was frighteningly fast. In the blink of an eye, in a matter of tens of milliseconds, he had already moved several feet away, and could only see a blurry figure flashing back and forth on the sand.

Watson Watson chanted walking words and awakening words secretly in his mind.

The soles of his feet stepped lightly and quickly across the sand, leaving no trace of footprints at all.

The power of telepathy quietly seeps into the ground beneath your feet, making this land that has been silent for thousands of years seem to be awakened, just like the power of the heartbeat of the earth rising up from the depths of the sand.

The soft blood-colored yellow sand not only did not dent under the force, but instead slightly raised the small slope like a micro-earthquake, welcoming the young man's feet that were about to fall in advance, as if this ancient battlefield was quietly helping this naturally compatible person. Blade man.

Every step he took followed the rhythm of the earth. Every step he took was assisted by the earth, allowing him to move forward at high speeds easily and effortlessly, instead of trampling the earth roughly and forcefully, aggravating the broken bones of the adopted son who had not yet fully recovered. .

Watson thrust out a straight punch every time he took a step. The punch was as sharp as a sharp sword. The invisible and formless punch was mixed with abandon, bone-crushing and destructive power. In an instant, it had hit the enemy. The only remaining scar on the female dancer's seven-tailed cheek is the inside of the snake.

Every time he punched, a scar snake with mottled colors and shapes exploded, breaking into colorful blood foam, and clusters of blood flowers bloomed on the female dancer's head.

Whether it's a white snake with ice crystals all over its body that looks like transparent white scales, a yellow snake with scales that shine golden and iron-colored, with ferocious bone spurs protruding between the scales, or a red snake with a smooth, scale-less body that looks like the pillars of an indescribable cup. …

These seven-tailed scar snakes with different sexual powers were all unable to withstand the jab bombardment of this damn blade man without exception!

On the seventh step, Watson was already in front of the female dancer.

The door deep in the opponent's pair of snake-like eyes had been opened to the point where it could no longer be opened. The giant hundred-legged snake hidden deep in the door couldn't wait to break out of the door. It opened its mouth wide and vowed to tear down the blade man in front of it. It can be dismantled until there is no more pause! ! !

Watson seemed completely unaware of the giant snake that was biting towards him, but his closed eyelids were trembling uncontrollably.

The nostrils, mouth, ear piercings and other seven orifices were uncontrollably opened slightly when facing the giant snake of Kai at such a close distance.

The giant snake of enlightenment, which was as solid as substance, had quietly penetrated into the young man's body along the passage of senses, winding its way along the cracks in the skull, and rushing straight towards the dark mucus hidden deep in the body.

Watson silently endured the erosion of Kai's giant snake, and the incredible connection between him and his adopted son had slightly cracked.

The dark mucus flowing in the young man's flesh and blood seems to have slowed down, and the consciousness immersed in the depths seems to be about to wake up. At that time, this body will also be cowardly and weak again, and it will definitely be unable to resist the bite of the giant snake of Kai. It will definitely become the alien nourishment for the giant snake of Kai to thrive.

But Watson remained indifferent to this. He seemed to have completely given up on fighting the giant snake of Kai, and just silently moved sideways behind the female dancer.

With difficulty, he raised his right arm that had not yet been completely stripped of its spiritual connection, put his two fingers together like a sword, and stabbed directly into the weak spot on the back of Mary Morstan's head!

The dark mucus that originally flowed around the young man's body now tacitly gave up the order of repairing bones, healing flesh and blood, and controlling nerves, and swarmed toward his right arm!

The ferocious swollen black blood vessels snaked and bulged on the right arm, and the endless black mucus was like a brutal army that was hungry, thirsty and warlike.

They shouted loud and powerful words, roared crazy and depressing war songs, brandished bone fragments and destructive blades, and launched a suicidal charge towards the skull city ahead!

The eighth blood flower finally bloomed successfully, and the moth blood wrapped in hypocritical goodwill broke into the female dancer's head!

The mothblood army, shouting words of chaos and destruction, has already shattered a large hole in the bone-white city wall and stepped onto the road paved with flesh and blood.

Although they were crazy but highly disciplined, they were able to contain their innate bloodthirsty agitation. They ignored the fat and white skin on both sides of the avenue and just rushed towards the palace in the center of the city in silence and suppression. The broken palace is filled with a strange purple glow.

The giant snake of enlightenment that was raging in the young man's body stood still.

Without the support of his father, the young man fell to his knees helplessly.

But in Mary Morstan's intracranial world, the real battle has just begun.

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The face of the abyss is dark, empty and formless.

No one could have imagined that deep in the heart of the gentle, quiet, smart and cunning female dancer Mary Morstan, there would be such a dark, desolate and desperate scene.

In this dark spiritual space, there are only three things radiating mottled and colorful light.

First, the heart is beating dimly, the exposed myocardium is shrinking like a shriveled dead tree, the once bright red and rich color is even more dull, it has lost most of its vitality, and is about to completely wither and dry up.

Second, the moths with mottled and different colors, the smooth and shiny surface in the past has decayed like a withered old leaf, even the crystal clear cicada wings have been broken, and the cracks run along the veins as if they are breaking apart on their own.

Third, the giant gate composed of countless small doors, which occupies the highest position in this space, and the door panel composed of countless slightly open small doors seems to have broken into countless cracks.

But these countless cracks are constantly opening and closing, and a kind of breath that is difficult to describe in words, sacred and evil, quiet and strange, and absolutely not allowed to be rejected is slowly leaking out from the countless cracks in the door.

This breath seems to contain a strange power that can distort and deform everything, and is constantly leaking into this dark and boundless spiritual space.

The spiritual consciousness, which originally had no color, was gradually rendered with a certain strong and profound color.

This color seemed to make the dark space sway, as if even the empty vacuum would crack under the rendering of this profound color!