"The master took me to find the person who gave my wife and woman the autopsy, and it was true."

The man's hands clenched into fists and his teeth were clenched.

"I was stiff all over, like lightning struck. I hated and angry. Everything was red when I saw it, and I just wanted to kill him!"

“But what can ordinary people do?”

"As long as I am an ordinary person for a day, the official will not give me justice and will not disclose that beast!"

"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him!" The man roared like a beast.

The roar was shrill, as if he wanted to yell his throat.

"Namo Helada Nadolayeye." The man named Kuanjian chanted the Great Compassion Mantra softly.

Everyone followed and recited.

The sound of the Sanskrit sounds was bursting, the man gasped, slowly recovered from calmness, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and recited scriptures with everyone.

Clouds rose at night, the starry sky was covered by dark clouds, and the bonfire made a crackling sound, as if it had become the only firelight in the world.

"That person is left to you."

As soon as Shen Lin Yuzi finished speaking, Kuan saw shouting in surprise: "Who?!"

Shen Lin Yanzi raised his hand and the green light was blooming, and the air waves swept across. Except for the man who just stated his experience, the rest were all shot out.

These people plucked up divine power in the air, and all kinds of bright lights suddenly appeared on the originally dark snow-capped mountains.

Shenlin Yuzi rode the wind and chased those people.

Ji Gong Shiliuye straightened up, yawned, and leaned lazily against the snow wall.

In a blink of an eye, only Yuan Qingsu and the man named Wan Zuo were left in the campground.

"Those who practice and practice!" Wan Zuo roared with a word and a word.

He roared to the sky, his earth-colored divine light bloomed, and his body expanded three times.

The muscles on the legs, arms, shoulders, and forehead are protruding, and a strong heat rises from the strong body, and the muscles and bones are as thick as iron.

The sturdy ski suit is split.

"Kill!" Wan Zuo clenched his fist and punched him suddenly.

The strong wind, wrapped in snow, came towards Yuan Qingsu.

Yuan Qingsu was not showing any weakness, and his lightning-like purple divine power surged, and he also punched him with a punch.

With a "boom", the air waves were empty.

Tents, bonfires, chairs, washed down from the foothills of the White Horse Mountain in the sky and fell into boundless darkness.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Yuan Qingsu and Wanzuo punched each other quickly.

Death, die, die!

Either you die or I die!

In every punch of Wan Zuo, such will comes over.

Yuan Qingsu felt that she was fighting a giant bear and felt unprecedented pressure.

Wan Zuo has fallen into madness, as if he has seen a scene where his wife and daughter are bullied by practitioners on the snow mountain.

"Kill!" He roared and attacked with all his strength.

Yuan Qingsu rose from the wind, avoided the punch, and walked around behind the enemy.

"Drink!" The purple light spurted like a fire, and suddenly rose, and he punched Wan Zuo.

Wan Zuo turned around suddenly and did not hide at all.

He straightened his chest and took Yuan Qingsu's punch.

At the same time, like a giant bear hugging a tree, he wanted to break the body of Yuan Qingsu.

Yuan Qingsu raised his leg and kicked him in the face, and flew out with his own strength.

He stood on the edge of the snow-capped mountain and felt his arms numb, and his chest was as stiff as a rock like a fist.

"Awesome!" He couldn't help but praise.

Wan Zuo stood there, roared angrily, and a wind roared under his feet, and also used spells such as wind proofing.

Yuan Qingsu pinched the Buddha's seal with his hands and recited the mantra in his mouth:

"Omchilim, Gods help!"

In Wan Zuo's angry and shocked gaze, Yuan Qingsu's body swelled up and doubled in a blink of an eye.

Yuan Qingsu clenched her fist and even though she was only twice as strong, she still felt full of strength.

"Cultivator!"

The strong wind came, and he looked up and saw that the fist as big as a basketball in Wanzuo was already coming to his face.

He also did not avoid or dodge and punched him out.

"boom!"

The snow-capped mountains collapsed, and he fell down the mountain along the ski slope.

Wan Zuo chased after him reluctantly, rushed over, and countless fists came from the sky towards Yuan Qingsu.

The two continued to go down the steep ski trail.

The fist kept roaring at the fist.

The lightning-like purple light, the earth-yellow divine power, and two brilliant lights were like meteors, dragging out their long tails on the continuous snow-capped mountains.

A strong wind rolled, and several piles of ice sculptures fell on the original campsite.

Standing by the cliff, Ji Gong Shiliuye, who was watching Yuan Qingsu, looked up and looked down. Shenlin Yuzi was rushing down from the wind. Those ice sculptures were the anti-human practitioners just now.

Shen Lin Yuzi restrained his divine power and landed beside her.

"Nostalgic." Seeing Yuan Qingsu using the Buddhist mantra she had just learned, she couldn't help but say it.

Even if he did not use the Eight Divine Thunder, Shendao Liu, and Yuan Qingsu had learned some other mantras these days, but he didn't use it, and he insisted on using the Vajra Glazed Curse that he had secretly learned today.

The ten thousand works have average skills and average talent, but after all, they have been practicing for at least two years.

The source of the eyes is completely at a disadvantage.

The long-term head-on battle has made his fist full of his own blood.

The wind whistled past his ears. Yuan Qingsu was clearly pressed and beaten, but he still felt happy and a supreme pleasure arose.

Wan Zuo's fist is full of death, either Yuan Qingsu dies or himself.

Yuan Qingsu's fist is full of victory.

From childhood to adulthood, as long as it is related to victory or defeat, he has never lost. This is how confident he is infused into his fists.

"Ah!" Wan Zuo roared and suddenly kicked Yuan Qingsu and kicked him into the snow.

Wan Zuo felt that he was in an incredible state, his whole body was hot, as if all his pores were bleeding, but his heart was as cold as ice.

He remembered Master Kuanjian's teachings.

This is what Buddhism calls red lotus, the ultimate of cold and scorching, neither fire nor water.

This is the Buddhist Vajra!

"Hum!" Wan Zuo's body continued to expand, and in a blink of an eye it became five times the size of an ordinary person.

When the wind and snow blew, he stood halfway up the mountain like a giant in the wind and snow.

"Mihui! Aya!" Wan Zu felt full of strength, and it seemed that nothing was useful.

If he had such ability at that time, would his wife and daughter not have died on this mountain?

The snow plunged on his face, melted by the heat from his body, forming water droplets flowing down his cheeks.

Yuan Qingsu flew out of the snow, and the Vajra Glazed Curse had kicked apart and returned to normal body shape.

"You won." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Wan Zuo retracted his gaze that looked into the dark night sky and looked at Yuan Qingsu.

His blood was burning, his heart was full of anger, but his mind was very clear.

"All practitioners deserve to die!" He roared and fisted violently.

Yuan Qingsu suddenly let out a long roar, and his divine power caused great waves of snowflakes, and it seemed that heavy snow was falling in the sky.

Wan Zuo punched the air and turned his head to look around, but he couldn't see Yuan Qingsu's figure.

A bright light suddenly came from above his head. He looked up and saw a purple aurora appeared on the stretching edges of the snow-capped mountains.

"Thunder fire rises quickly, the power of the Red Sky!"
To be continued...