Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 631 The Long Night Fades Away (End)

Black and red lightning fell from the sky, and shirtless warriors with hideous faces walked out from the noisy smoke and dust.

When the opponent's ferocious gaze fell on them, Yin Ji and Lingjia Po felt like they were facing an irresistible natural enemy, and an unprecedented strong sense of crisis filled their bodies and minds.

Without any hesitation, the blood and flesh in the millet field boiled and gathered towards the body that looked like a woman.

Having died once, Yin Ji no longer dared to hold back. He decisively took over the body and directly drained the essence of his flesh and blood in Jichang.

In an instant, the originally shriveled body stretched to nearly a meter high, and the bulging muscles tore through the tattered foreign robe that was full of patches.

The exposed body was completely red, with bright red veins like blood vessels spreading from the forehead to the whole body. The white bones were intertwined like armor covering the body, and a row of hideous bone spurs several inches long protruded from the spine from the back of the neck to the waist, as if the body had a hundred hands.

It had a terrifying face like a demon or a devil, but a swastika symbol strangely appeared between the eyebrows, adding a touch of eerie Buddhist charm to the ferociousness.

"Old Li, beat these two idiots to death!"

This arrogant voice made Yin Ji feel cold all over.

Sure enough, the next moment, a fist packed with explosive force came crashing in front of him!

Boom!
The two fists collided head-on, and thunder sounded out of nowhere.

The blast blew up the snow on the ground, and the deserted temple began to shake and collapse in the aftermath.

The fist bones were shattered, the arm broke into pieces, and the spurting blood instantly exploded into mist.

Yin Ji endured the excruciating pain, his eyes embedded in his facial bones were extremely fierce, and the blood and flesh under his feet kept flowing up his legs like water. The wound on the broken arm squirmed and bit, and in the blink of an eye it was restored to its original state.

But before Lingpa, who was now just a bystander, could breathe a sigh of relief, he was immediately splashed with blood in the face again.

The collapse was as mighty as a mountain or river, unstoppable.

It is as sharp as a blade that cuts the body, and as powerful as a bamboo that breaks through.

Yin Ji was overwhelmed by the violent fists and power in front of him, and his gradually numb nerves could no longer feel the pain of broken limbs.

"Yin Ji, think of a solution quickly!"

The Lingapati who was living on the same neck screamed in fear, and his tone was filled with panic, without any trace of his previous confidence and arrogance.

But her inquiry did not receive any response.

Yin Ji's throat had long been blocked by the surging blood, and he could not utter a word. He could only cast a cold look at Lingpa.

Things have come to this point. Apart from relying on the only remaining millet field under my feet, what other options do I have?

The people of Sheji had already been killed, and his carefully crafted ability against Wu Xu had been completely defeated. Trying to use the means of dreams to pull the other party was simply courting death.

Seeing that Yin Ji remained silent, Lingjiapo also closed his mouth, with a gloomy expression on his blood-stained face.

One body, two heads, with very different expressions.

Click.

The sound of broken leg bones rang out clearly amidst Yin Ji's chaotic thoughts. His whole body suddenly became unstable and tilted to the left.

Before the blood and flesh in the field could be replenished, the ferocious brass knuckles had already hit the waist.

Pfft!

Yin Ji's body was almost broken in half by Li Jun's punch, and a large number of internal organs emitting smelly and hot steam rolled out of the huge gap.

The indescribable pain made Yin Ji roar in anger, and the Buddhist rune between his eyebrows finally lit up at this moment.

Wow
The Buddhist thoughts belonging to Lingpa were like a mighty wave, madly pouring into Yin Ji's mind at the point between life and death. Yin Ji's will, which had been almost dried up after Li Jun broke through his dream, suddenly received a refreshing rain, and he was suddenly lifted up.

The bone spurs on his back suddenly grew wildly, swarmed forward, and suddenly intertwined to form a bone shield, tightly wrapping his upper body.

Li Jun looked at this scene with a sneer on his face.

In close combat, no matter how fast Yin Ji’s response was, could it be as fast as his fist?

He was deliberately giving the other party a chance to catch his breath. The night was still long and there was plenty of time to slowly deal with these two dirty and festering creatures.

boom!
Li Jun straightened his back and raised his arms, then smashed down on the bone target in front of him with his elbow.

The bone shield caved in and shattered, revealing two closely-attached heads and four terrified eyes, which rolled and flew backwards.

"Lingapo, I know what you are planning."

A huge amount of blood and flesh essence condensed and repaired Yin Ji's body again. At the same time, only a thin layer of thickness remained on the country.

The end of the oil and the extinguishing of the lamp are just around the corner.

Yin Ji could no longer hold back, his eyes fixed on the terrifying warrior approaching from a distance, and he was the first to speak: "Even if you still have some means of escaping, don't forget that Concubine Yuan Ming is right beside you. You can hide it from Li Jun, but can you hide it from her? If you keep hiding it, we will all die here today!"

"I'm not hiding, so you shouldn't hide either!"

Lingapo said sharply: "Everyone, don't have any bad thoughts, work together, and pass this level. From now on, the land will be ours!"

"Fight!"

"spell!"

Yin Ji let out a low roar, and the swastika between his brows melted into sticky golden water, flowing through his body, seeping into every inch of flesh and bone, twisting like a living thing, outlining one mysterious Buddhist seal after another.

The two of them used all their means without any reservation, and Yin Ji's flesh and blood merged with Lingpa's Buddhist thoughts.

In an instant, Yin Jiru was dressed in golden armor, and the row of bone spurs on his back broke out of his body, along with the golden flowing water, blood, flesh and tendons, and melted into a giant axe. He held it in his hand, with great momentum.

"Li Jun, don't go too far!"

Yin Ji lowered his back and bent his knees slightly. This time he took the initiative to rush out and pounced on Li Jun!
"I want to see how high the wall you two dogs can jump!"

Li Jun smiled coldly, put his hands together, and the brass knuckles in his clasped palms collided and connected, bursting out with a sonorous and sharp sound, and what extended out was actually an embroidered spring sword that Li Jun had not seen for a long time.

"Old Li, this is something I prepared specially for you. Isn't it nice?"

Li Hua, who was standing on top of the head, was full of pride, squinting her eyes, holding her head high, and pricking up her ears, waiting for Li Jun's praise.

Li Jun smiled when he heard that, raised his left thumb above his head.

At this moment, a shrill whistling sound was approaching.

Yin Ji leaped up, holding the axe in both hands, and chopped down!

"Out of control."

Li Jun met the two men's dirty black eyes full of madness with contempt. He held the knife in one hand and lifted it up gently.

clang!
There was a loud bang, as loud as a bell.

The giant axe let out a mournful cry, and the huge body that was as bright as quenched gold was thrown high into the air. Its body was covered with numerous wounds, blood was splattered all over, and it looked miserable.

Yin Ji fell heavily to the ground, rolling uncontrollably, his back pressing against the bloody mud on the ground, plowing out a deep groove.

"stand up."

The cold voice, with a bone-chilling chill, rang above Yin Ji's head, who hadn't even caught his breath yet.

Zheng!
The knife flashed down, and Yin Ji rolled to the side in panic, barely avoiding the blade.

With his elbows pressed against the ground, Yin Ji had just stood up when another sharp edge chopped towards his head!

clang!
Yin Ji half-knelt on the ground, and the blade of the Xiuchun knife cut out a string of dazzling sparks on the blocked axe, breaking the axe in half.

"stand up."

Yin Ji's lips moved, but before he could make a sound, a powerful knee strike hit him in the face.

Yin Ji rolled backwards and flew four or five feet away. His golden body was shattered into pieces, like withered yellow leaves scattered on the ground. There was no blood flowing from his collapsed face, and the piled up flesh and skin hung limply on his body like dehydrated cotton wool.

The pupil of the remaining single eye was dilated, and his confused sight looked up blankly.

Li Jun stopped about ten feet away from Yin Ji, with his head slightly lowered. His shirtless body exuded an oppressive aura like that of an ancient giant beast, or like a towering sacred mountain standing on a plateau.

As the former leader of the country and the ninth lord of the East Palace, Yin Ji felt powerless and dejected for the first time. The absolute suppression and the absolute gap made it seem like a chasm existed between him and Li Jun, and taking a step back would lead to an abyss.

The reason why he hadn't died yet was not because of the strong recovery ability of this millstone field, but because the man in front of him didn't want him to die so easily. He wanted to torture him slowly. Trample!
The slight sound of footsteps falling was like a thunder exploding in Yin Ji's mind.

"Yin Ji, what do you want to do?!"

Lingpa, who was also in a state of depression, suddenly screamed.

Pfft!

Yin Ji put his right hand into his head and turned his wrist as if he was searching for something in the rotten flesh and blood.

At the same time, the golden body fragments scattered on the ground quietly turned into flowing water and penetrated into the wounds on Yin Ji's body.

"What do I want to do? You might as well ask yourself what you want to do."

His hoarse voice came from Yin Ji's chest: "Aren't you going to betray me too?"

"Can you survive if you betray me?!"

Lingpa stretched his head forward with a ferocious expression and bared teeth, as if he was going to bite the arm that was inserted into his head.

"So, let's each try to survive!"

Husbands and wives are birds of the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately.

These two people, who were born from the same body and have intertwined interests, should have been closer than husband and wife, but now they are like mortal enemies, wanting to kill each other at all costs.

Pfft!

Golden spikes continuously pierced through Yin Ji's kneeling body, blinding his eyes, piercing his throat, and piercing his heart.

Yin Ji turned a blind eye to all this, unmoved at all, and just tore at his own head.

Li Jun stopped, covered his head with his left hand, and looked at the horrifying scene in front of him indifferently.

Kneel down and beg for mercy from the strong, and use knives and axes to attack the weak.

Yin Ji and Linga Po are actually the same kind of people. The former is devoted to the East Emperor Palace, while the latter is involved in various Buddhist sects. The former uses the aboriginals as farmland, while the latter uses the believers as slaves.

In order to survive, they can do whatever it takes and use everything around them.

When in danger, he can decisively betray anyone except himself.

This infighting did not last long. The golden light leaking from Yin Ji's body gradually dissipated, and the ferocity on Lingapo's face suddenly solidified. The madness in his eyes froze into intense despair and unwillingness.

Pfft!

Yin Ji pulled out a piece of the still twisting wisdom root from his head and held it tightly with both hands.

He took two steps forward on his knees, raising his tattered arms high.

"Lord Gejun, this is Lingapo's true form. As long as we bring her back to the Sangyan Sacred Mountain, with my help, Concubine Yuan Ming will be able to eliminate all hidden dangers and successfully advance to the second rank."

Perhaps in order to make himself look more sincere, Yin Ji exerted all his strength and it took him a long time to condense a new face on his rotten head.

Drooping eye bags, wrinkled face, trembling black lips, dim and hollow eyes hidden under gray hair, a terrified expression, and full of flattery.

"Please give me a chance. I really don't want to die. Please give me a way to live."

Li Jun frowned slightly, his eyes still showing signs of ferocity, but the tip of the Embroidered Spring Knife in his hand had already touched the ground.

Although he really wanted to kill the other person, the safety of Concubine Yuan Ming was obviously more important.

Yuan Mingfei's promotion was not as smooth as she appeared, otherwise she would not have come here to ask Lingpa to exchange her life.

"You really don't dare?"

Li Jun, who was about to speak, turned around when he heard the voice and saw the phantom figure of Yuan Mingfei floating beside him.

"Should I call you Tianshi Yinji or Sangyan Buddha Lingapo?"

"I am Yin Ji. Lingapo is dead, dead!"

Yin Ji rolled his knees and raised his wisdom to point it at Concubine Yuan Ming.

"How dare I lie to you? Believe me, I am the only one who can help you now. Otherwise, you will not be able to get promoted and will die anyway."

“Lingapo, is death really that scary?”

Yuan Mingfei slowly squatted down and calmly looked at the pleading face in front of her.

"Can I force you to lose even the slightest bit of dignity?"

“Isn’t death scary?”

Yin Ji, or Lingjia Po, stared at Concubine Yuan Ming, the pleading in their eyes gradually faded, and the hidden hostility surged up again.

"You're not afraid only because it's not you who's dying now!"

Linga Po said in a fierce voice: "Yuan Mingfei, this is your only chance to share the second level of Buddhahood with me. I can promise you that I will return this plateau to these people."

Yuan Mingfei shook her head gently, "No need."

"Need not?"

Lingjia Po was startled, then screamed in shame and anger: "Don't regret it!"

"In your next life, don't be a Buddhist priest again. Lingapo, you are not worthy."

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it"

The corners of Lingjiapo's eyes kept twitching, and he suddenly burst into laughter. Veins bulged in his hands, and he was about to crush that piece of wisdom.

Li Jun's eyes focused, and the knife flashed suddenly, cutting off Lingpa's two arms in one step.

But the wisdom that fell into the blood twisted a few times and completely lost all vitality.

Seeing this scene, Li Jun's face turned extremely ugly.

However, Concubine Yuan Ming stood up calmly, as if she had foreseen this outcome.

"Yuan Mingfei, even if I become a ghost, you can't become a Buddha. I will wait for you in the reincarnation! When you come down, we will decide the winner!"

"Fuck you!"

The sharp tip of the knife pierced directly into Lingpa's eyebrows!
But at this moment, the head suddenly turned to the side, dodging Li Jun's blade by a hair's breadth.

Li Jun raised his eyebrows, and the blade chopped down, slashing into the shoulder, tearing the flesh and breaking the bones, and sliding down all the way.

Pfft!

A pair of bony hands tightly grasped the falling blade!

"Don't kill me, don't kill me."

A wail for mercy burst out from the old man's throat again, and this time it was Yin Ji's voice!
"I can help you deal with the East Palace, I can help you deal with Zhang Xiji, yes, and Zhang Fengyue. They are all your enemies, and they will not let you go!"

Li Jun was filled with rage. He stepped on Yin Ji's chest with one foot, and the blade rubbed against the bone, pulling it up and chopping it down towards his neck.

咕咚
Yin Ji's head rolled twice on the ground, his eyes rolled up with their eyes still open, and the cold light that flashed again was reflected in his dark pupils.

puff!
The sharp blade pierced Yin Ji's head like a spear. Li Jun raised his knife and twisted his wrist, smashing bones and flesh together.

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it is finally over.
The soil was swallowing the smelly blood, and in the mud there were beautiful flowers quietly blooming.

Li Jun suppressed his annoyance, turned around silently, and looked at Concubine Yuan Ming who was smiling.

"Aunt"

Li Hua grabbed the corner of her clothes, pursed her lips, and cried out in a sobbing voice.

(End of this chapter)