Weird World of Immortality

Chapter 891: Buddha Sword Brave King Gu

Where has Buddha gone?

The group looked at the darkness that was preparing to devour these monks like a tide, with a look of astonishment.

The monks gathered around and released talismans and utensils to resist the corrosion of darkness.

A group of people mixed in the crowd once again asked in their hearts, "Where's the Buddha?"

"The Buddha has escaped." A monk shouted in tears.

"The Buddha left us." Someone else shouted.

"The Buddha escaped."

One monk after another cried out, and countless voices converged into one: "The Buddha escaped, and the Buddha left us."

Despair spread among the monks.

A line of grief-stricken faces said: "You fake believers, how could Buddha leave us?"

He mixed his voice with infuriating energy, so the voice reached the ears of all monks.

The crowd was silent for a while, and a monk retorted: "Then where did you say the Buddha went?"

"We were fighting to the death for the Buddha, but the Buddha abandoned us." Another monk said.

"Shut up, the Buddha will not abandon us." Xing Xing said angrily.

"Where did you say Buddha went?"

"The Buddha left, didn't you see it?"

"Why don't you believe what you see with your own eyes?"

"Do you still want to lie to yourself?"

"..."

Various noises entered the ears of a row, and his face showed pain.

Yes, where did Buddha go?

he asked in a low voice.

They were desperately dying, and the Buddha had no reason to leave at this time.

This is the Buddha they believe in.

"The Buddha just left temporarily, he will come back." Yixing shook his head and shouted.

But no monks took care of him anymore.

Because the tide of dark monsters came up again, the monks died one by one.

Yiyi looked at all this blankly, and he wondered why Buddha had to leave?

Are they not religious enough? But they are fighting for the Buddha, why are they not pious enough?

All the fighting seemed to have slowed down, even stopped, and the cruel and **** pictures were reflected in his pupils.

He couldn't help but think, if...if...the Buddha really escaped?

Such a thought made him feel horrified, how could he think like this?

But this is what he saw with his own eyes.

The Buddha really just left, leaving them here to be killed by those dark monsters.

Like the monks said, the Buddha may have really left.

Whatever the reason, the Buddha's departure is an indisputable fact.

The monks died more and more, and gradually he was the only one left, and dark monsters came surging.

The line was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly folded his hands and said in a deep voice, "Even if the real Buddha leaves, the Buddha in my heart is still there."

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Hou Shisanjian held up a bamboo sword made of bamboo, and he stabbed straight out. After counting the swords, the bamboo sword stabbed and twisted, just like a three-year-old child practicing swords for the first time.

Hou Shisanjian was sweating profusely and put down the sword.

The master told him that it was almost impossible for him to recover from this state with drugs.

In other words, he may never be able to practice swords again.

After he put down the bamboo sword, he showed a look of fear. This was the first time he practiced the sword after recovering today.

Even the light bamboo sword was too heavy for him to support.

This is no longer a problem with the sword, but his hand tendons are picked and the meridians are abolished. What if there is a light sword?

He can hardly kill a chicken!

For a swordsman, the most painful thing is not being able to use the sword anymore.

He was no exception, he was shaking all over.

"What did i do wrong?"

"Am I doing my own kendo wrong?"

"Evil Sword..." Hou Shisanjian read these two words, and he looked blank: "Am I really wrong?"

He quickly burst into laughter: "I practice my sword, but what about the evil sword? I wait for the thirteen swords to act with integrity, what's wrong with it?"

"Destroy my limbs, can I destroy my sword by breaking my meridian?"

Hou Shisanjian held the hilt in his mouth, and his eyes showed determination: "Even if the limbs are broken, I still have the mouth to practice the sword, the big deal is to create a sword technique that uses the mouth!"

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"Will I lose to you for the rest of my life?" Wushen, sitting cross-legged, looked up at the magnificent white jade statue and asked in a low voice.

"If it's really such a tragedy, do I regret the ambition I made?"

These questions kept haunting him and eroding his psyche.

After a long time, Wrinkle took a deep breath and stood up.

"Maybe I can't even win against you once, maybe I can't realize the big dream I set, and I can't be a real man again."

"But so what?"

"This is the path I chose. I can lose for the rest of my life, but I can't even have the courage to attack you."

"If I don't even have the courage to draw a sword, then I will look down on myself like this."

Wrinkled deep in the waist, the long sword was unsheathed and stabbed towards the huge white jade statue.

Like the mantis arm of a car, like a moth to a fire!

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Du Ni got up from the bed, he shook his head, he forgot what happened.

He remembers five kids about his age surrounding him, but after that?

His parents came to him with a smile on their faces.

He was about to ask, but a scholar walked out behind his parents.

The scholar smiled at him with a warm smile.

After that, the scholar took him away and took him to the academy to study art.

He never went back to that village again, not because he forgot his roots, but because the people in the village even his parents didn't want to see him go back.

After he left, his parents gave birth to a younger brother.

From then on, he took the academy as his home and forgot everything.

But whenever he was free, he wondered what the **** happened that day?

This kind of thought always passed by in a flash~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then one day he finally remembered that he killed five children about his age.

He felt pain in his heart.

He killed five children, even as his talent for deceit exploded.

But to kill is to kill.

The five children approached him with malice, but not necessarily wanting him to die, and he killed them.

Five fresh lives passed away because of him.

"Do I still dare to call myself a gentleman?" he thought blankly.

"I'm just a wicked person with blood on my hands. People like me should always sink in the darkness and never see the light again."

He felt himself falling.

"No, hiding in the dark is nothing more than hiding, a gentleman should be magnanimous!" He stopped falling and took out the dagger with a smile.

"A gentleman should be magnanimous!" He cut open his belly with a dagger and pulled out all his internal organs.

"I killed you, and now I will give you my life back!"

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"Why can't I live an ordinary life?"

The years are passing, and Wen Xiao, who has grown up, is still asking himself constantly.

His heart has been avoiding the question, and he doesn't even want to think about it.

But some things are just like that, and the more you try to avoid them, the more you inevitably think about them.

He thinks about it every day.

He looked at the pitch-black insect mountain and remained silent.

It is said that the endless mountain of insects was transformed by the **** of ten thousand insects.

"What exactly are you afraid of?"

"Why don't you dare to answer?"

Trembling uncontrollably, he chose not to evade.

"Because I am that person's illegitimate son. He has many sons. If I were mediocre, those sons of his would kill me, and his adopted son would be like a gu."

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