Throne of Shadows

Herringbone went up the stairs, blood was everywhere, but there was no trace of flesh and blood. The more Dong Chen walked, the more depressed he felt in his heart: "Master, where does this road lead to?"

"This? The poor monk doesn't know very well."

"You don't know?" Dong Chen stopped walking.

Touching his bald head in embarrassment, Master Bujie sang the Buddha's name: "Nan Wufu Bodhisattva! That, as a teacher, this, my eyes are not easy to use, and they came in at the beginning. What are the specifics? Back then, I patronized the fight, really, I really didn't pay attention."

Looking at Monk Bujie's empty eye sockets, Dongchen sighed, and the anger that had just risen turned into something dirty: "Master, monsters are very sensitive nowadays, and once injured, they will never be spared. You... Be careful."

"Aha, the teacher knows that, you just said it. Apprentice, don't worry, the body of the teacher is not so easy to get hurt." What is contained in the laughing words, I am afraid that only Bujie himself knows.

In today's world, it is not easy to find people who care about each other.What's more, Bujie is still blind, and he has encountered far more hardships than ordinary people in his life.At least in terms of human relationships, the experience accumulated by non-discipline monks is a hundred times, a thousand times better than ordinary people.

"protect yourself."

After repeatedly instructing the cheap master, Dongchen raised his sword and walked up.

The long stairs went up, and I don't know how many steps they climbed. The master and apprentice Dongchen arrived at an empty room. This is a big house, like a warehouse, but the supplies have already been moved clean.

In the distance, a small door that was half open could be seen.Judging from the light and shadow, it seemed to be night.

"Time flies so fast."

Worried about the safety of his companions in his heart, Dongchen didn't care about other things, he ordered to follow closely, and rushed over first.

The target is pointed at the half-open wicket.

Dong Chen led the way, followed by the monk Bujie.The speed of the two is very fast.

They're fast, and there's something faster than them.

The howling sound of the running beasts mixed with the footsteps of Dong Chen and the other two, echoing in the empty room.

Blood-red eyes lit up all around, Dongchen shouted to be careful, and rushed forward regardless.It's a pity that he was blocked before he reached the end.

"Master, I'm in trouble."

"Troublesome? Hehe, as a teacher, I don't find it troublesome at all, it's just a bunch of puppies."

People who talk big, except for fools, generally have support.The monk who is blind and refrained from restraint can survive in this world until now, naturally he has his means.

In the past, Mo Sanmando tied the sun and Luo Nan!

Chanting a mantra that Dongchen could not understand at all, Monk Bujie flipped his hands to form a seal, and his scarred body was slowly dyed golden, as if it had been plated with gold.

Amoga Zhanna!

"Apprentice, do it."

With a flying kick and a quick side kick, the blind monk swayed and appeared beside a bent monster.Bend your knees and kick your legs, and kick it flying far away.

The rumbling sound, accompanied by the crackling sound of fractures, made Dongchen feel chills: "This cheap master has great strength."

After thinking about it, since he started, Dongchen would naturally not be idle, he drew the sword out of its sheath, and the slightly curved solitary blade gleamed coldly.

The blood flame ignited, the sharp blade was unsheathed, and the power of the soul surged, drawing one after another white light marks.The slashed lizard monsters are either dead or injured. Dongchen's sword can not only slash the monsters' bodies, but also their souls.

"Master, your dharma seal is good!" When using energy in the past, the inevitable emotional impact became negligible under the suppression of the secret Buddhist runes.In this way, Dongchen's lethality has been increased by at least two levels out of thin air.

kill!

Slash horizontally, chop vertically.

A long sword danced like the wind, and Dongchen galloped through the crowd of monsters. Although he did not have the invincible bravery and steel strength of Monk Bujie, he had a kind of elegance and a kind of chic.

Countless red and white energies swarmed in, and Dongchen felt more and more refreshed. He couldn't help but let out a loud roar, and sang Ming Wang's mantra:

Nanwu, Sanmando, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!

The divine light of the runes suddenly lit up brightly, and Dongchen's originally dark red blood flames instantly turned black, his pitch-black eyes scattered electric light, and his whole body was surrounded by black electric current.

Crazy, tyrannical, killing!

Blessing himself with powerful power, Dongchen raised his mouth slightly, and rushed towards the direction with the most monsters with an evil smile.

Live for war, die for war.

kill!

A huge white light trail broke out from the sword, and the soul scar, which was more than ten times larger than before, pierced the air and roared like a ghost.

Dongchen, who was in a mad state, laughed wildly and set off a bloody storm among the monsters.

If you rub it, you will be injured, if you touch it, you will die. No matter how crazy the monster is, no matter how crazy it is, it will still be afraid.

When they encountered a monster that was crazier than them, they were inevitably afraid.

Fleeing in twos and threes, the few remaining monsters ran away in the blink of an eye.

Dong Chen raised his sword to the sky and howled wildly.

The Bujie monk stood still far away, silently chanting the scriptures.The remorse flashed in my heart: "The world is crazy anyway, what difference does it make if the poor monk adds fire or not? The Buddha will not blame the poor monk."

Stained blood, stumps, and patches of red and white light rose up. Dong Chen felt the strength increase bit by bit, and while he was delighted, he silently aroused the runes.

With the reappearance of the secret sect's Buddhist runes, the state of madness quietly dissipated. Dongchen turned his head and put his sword back into its sheath: "Master, this feeling is very strong. Thank you."

"Nan Wufu Bodhisattva! Apprentice, keep your heart and don't indulge in killing."

"Thank you for your teaching, Master."

With vigilance in his heart, Dongchen thought to himself: "Because of the mental confrontation in the battle, he was still vigilant at all times. Now that he has no worries about the future, can he still keep his heart?"

Squinting his eyes slightly, he ran towards the corner gate. Dongchen held the sword more forcefully: "I am who I am, I can't, and I'm not allowed to change anything, and I won't perish. I am, Dongchen!"

The moonlight is cold, and the wind and sand are rolling.

Walking out of the small gate, what Dongchen saw was an open-air square, with various statues scattered all over it. Every step he took would give him a different feeling.Dongchen didn't know that this used to be the most famous place in the film city.

Among these statues are not only famous historical figures from various countries at that time, but also various deified and legendary gods, demons and spirits.

Strolling among them, Dongchen saw a statue of a tauren holding a huge totem and roaring towards the sky.Even if it is a dead object, Dongchen can feel the powerful strength and extraordinary bravery.

Taraka!

"Apprentice, get out of the way!"

The golden bell roared, and looking back, the disobedient monk spurted blood and flew backwards.

"master!"

At this moment, the two words that were never called out could not help but blurt out. Dongchen looked at the disobedient monk who was lying on the ground, his figure flashed, and the lightning shot over.

Woo... A gust of wind hit from behind, and Dong Chen, who didn't react quickly, followed in the footsteps of a reckless monk.

So far, he didn't even notice what was attacking him.

Crisis came again.

Moonlight, very cold.