The dense clouds seemed to be torn apart by the power of the world, tyrannically.

The shy moon disk hiding behind the clouds worked hard to shed the cold moonlight, illuminating the whimpering earth.

Twenty-eight corpses of evil cultivators were all kneeling on the ground, losing the breath of life. Even the evil spirit on their bodies seemed to have dried up, leaving only a few stars.

Luo Hong's white clothes were fluttering and he stood there, not yet taking off his evil cultivator mask.

He closed his eyes, and twenty-eight evil cultivators, most of whom were fifth-grade evil cultivators, provided him with a large amount of evil spirit, which allowed him to accumulate another third of the seventy-two evil bead rings in his Dantian.

, now there is only one third left to accumulate to perfection.

The capacity of the Dantian has been expanded again. Every time it absorbs evil spirits from evil cultivators, the capacity of the Dantian will be expanded. However, these expansions are not a big problem for Luo Hong, who originally had an amazing Dantian capacity.

Absorbing the evil spirits, the righteousness and yang energy in his body became more and more intense. From a distance, the whole thing looked like a bright moon on earth, as if it was as beautiful as the moon disk in the sky.

The entire mass grave was extremely quiet.

There is only the faint sound of the burned ashes of the paper, blown by the breeze, rolling across the ground.

Crunchy...

That was the sound of stepping on gravel.

Monk Kuyue, wearing a white monk's robe, walked slowly over. He put his palms together and looked serious.

Previously, there was a strong evil spirit in the air, and there was even more terrifying murderous intention surging. However, after a short time, the murderous intention disappeared, and the evil spirit also evaporated.

Monk Kuyue came on foot and saw twenty-eight corpses kneeling on the ground.

They all knelt down devoutly and lost their vitality.

During their lifetime, each of them was an extremely evil cultivator, killing people without blinking an eye, massacring everyone in the world, and being a notorious evildoer on the most wanted list in Dali Temple.

"They are all dead. Did Donor Luo stop killing by killing?"

Monk Kuyue put his palms together.

Said slowly.

The clear light of the moonlight shone on Luo Hong's body. Luo Hong's hair was covered with silver threads. He glanced sideways at the monk, with a worldly smile on his lips.

"If they want to kill me, I will kill them. That's the law of heaven."

Luo Hongdao.

"You can save their lives. Perhaps, they can change their ways, put down the butcher's knife, and become Buddhas immediately."

Monk Kuyue still frowned and said.

Luo Hong grinned: "Evil people have done so many evil things, and they can become Buddhas by putting down their butcher's knife. Good people have done so many good things, and it's fine if they don't become Buddhas, and they have to be chased and persecuted by evil people..."

"Monk, why do you think it is? Is the Buddha partial?"

Luo Hong's words made Monk Kuyue suddenly startled.

His lips murmured for a while, but he didn't know how to refute.

"By the way, monk... I have another question."

Luo Hong twisted his neck, raised his hand, and held the ancient sword Jiao.

The next moment, the wind blew all over the ground and the sand and rocks rolled.

The white gown and white monk's robe are both flying.

Luo Hong, who was wearing half of the evil king's mask, had his cheek pressed against Monk Kuyue's cheek at some point. His silver hair was floating, and there was a hint of sudden murderous intent, and the ground was everywhere.

Monk Kuyue clasped his hands together and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You just had murderous intentions. Did you want to kill me?"

Luo Hong smiled.

Buzz!

The ancient sword and the dragon passed by instantly, making a slight trembling sound.

"Amitabha."

The hair on Monk Kuyue's body stood on end, and he felt like he was enveloped by a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, which made his face extremely ugly. He did not expect that Luo Hong only sensed a slight murderous intention, and it was Thunder that took action to kill him.

Poof!

The Earth Dragon Sword passed by, and the sword energy burst out several meters, plowing a ravine into the ground.

Monk Kuyue gritted his teeth and took a few steps back. His white monk's robe was stained with blood. A severed arm flew up into the sky and landed on the ground.

With one arm left, he still stood with his palms raised in front of him.

"If I chop off your arm, next time, I'll chop off your head."

"If you have murderous intentions towards me, then don't hide and just burst out directly. If I am killed by you, it will be my life."

Luo Hong glanced at Monk Kuyue and said.

"Besides, you, a half-hearted Buddhist, are not worthy of killing me. I have a Buddha in my heart. Where is your Buddha?"

When Monk Kuyue heard this, his whole body felt like thunder, his body trembled, and he knelt down on the ground.

He stared blankly at the moonlight.

An arm was cut off, and then the heart was stabbed...

Monk Kuyue felt confused. He couldn't answer Luo Hong's questions, he couldn't dodge Luo Hong's sword, and he couldn't refute Luo Hong's heart-breaking words...

What kind of Buddha does he practice?

In the carriage.

Zhao Donghan woke up leisurely. He seemed to have experienced a great spring and autumn dream. In the dream, countless evil cultivators were beating him, and there were even ghosts strangling his neck.

Zhao Donghan opened his eyes suddenly, and the scar on Zhao Donghan's face squirmed.

"Master!"

With a loud cry of grief, he rushed out of the carriage, causing the frightened horse to neigh for a while.

However, Zhao Donghan, who had just stepped out of the carriage, saw a scene that was engraved in his head and would be unforgettable in this life.

The afterglow of the moonlight spreads like pure clothes over the world.

The young man in white clothes flutters, with his hands behind his back and his silver hair spread out. His body reflects the moonlight, and the positive energy of the sun complements the bright moon in the sky.

Around them, twenty-eight corpses of evil cultivators knelt down devoutly, with lowered eyebrows and bowed heads, as if they were kneeling again on an immortal who walked out of the gate of heaven, or on their knees again as if they were kneeling on the back of a Bodhisattva who had brought them out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Monk Kuyue had a broken arm, but he looked at the young master in a daze.

Buddhist disciples are also impressed by the young master's temperament. Are Buddhist disciples also impressed by the young master?

Zhao Donghan ignored the pain in the back of his neck, clenched his fists, looked at this scene, and took a deep breath.

Those twenty-eight bodies were all evil cultivators, which could be seen from their ferocious appearance, but just like this, all twenty-eight evil cultivators died here.

My young master is unparalleled in the world!

Zhao Donghan roared in his heart.

He climbed out of the carriage excitedly.

Luo Hong glanced at Zhao Donghan. Because he fainted, the evil cultivators did not go to anger Zhao Donghan. At this moment, Zhao Donghan was quite energetic.

Luo Hong sighed, whose guard is like this?

As a young master, it is really difficult for him to consider the safety of his guards.

Taking off the evil king's mask, his silver hair turned into blue silk.

Under Zhao Donghan's concerned gaze, Luo Hong got into the carriage.

"Old Zhao, the memorial ceremony is over, return to the city."

A faint voice came from the carriage, carrying a bit of fatigue.

Zhao Donghan listened to the distressing tiredness in the young master's voice, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, glanced at the corpses on the ground, then looked at the confused Monk Kuyue with his broken arm, and swallowed his saliva.

He had already imagined a shocking battle in his mind.

The scene of twenty-eight evil cultivators all kneeling down devoutly and being ferried by the young master.

The sound of horse hooves exploded.

Like three black lightnings, traveling through the dark night, they soon appeared in Jishan Village, and then continued on their way to the mass grave.

The remaining qi energy of many fifth-grade evil cultivators was extremely suppressed, making Luo Biao's complexion gradually look ugly.

Fangzheng's meticulous face flashed with seriousness.

Going here, I feel that I am in danger of death. With such a terrifying evil cultivator, Master Luo Hong... what happened to him?!

Ziwei's delicate body was trembling.

Suddenly.

Their vision broadened and they saw twenty-eight kneeling corpses, and they also saw Monk Bitter Moon with a broken arm, shining in the moonlight.
To be continued...