Kumarajiva just suffered a small loss from Shen Mo, and the Nether Sect immediately bumped into his hands. It was quite a fate.

However, Shen Mo's abilities were indeed extraordinary. Although Kumarajiva saw that these people from the Nether Sect were sparse, he did not dare to be careless.

Who knows what evil powers those weird runes on their bodies have?

When Kumarajiva came up, he was like a lion fighting a rabbit, showing his full strength.

As soon as the Dragon Elephant Dharma Body came out, the anger of King Ming burned crazily in Xu Shi's heart, and his whole body was filled with anger. As his figure surged, the tattered robe actually burned with orange-red flames.

Such momentum shocked the disciples of the Nether Sect to the point where they were suddenly stunned. As for the followers Kumarajiva had brought, they all prostrated on the ground, talking and mumbling.

I have the utmost praise for this Dragon Elephant Dharma King.

If translated into Chinese, it would be roughly:

The Dragon Elephant Dharma King has boundless power; the Great Buddha of the West comes to the Central Plains and so on...

There are even smart followers who have picked up the suona and started playing it vigorously.

The disciples of the Nether Sect were obviously wearing robes that were very evil in the eyes of outsiders. They saw that Kumarajiva's whole body seemed to be burning with the anger of the Ming King who came to the world. He also saw those followers chanting incantations and some people played the suona to accompany him.

What kind of terrifying evil method is this foreign monk performing?

terrible!

The disciples of Netherworld Sect dress strangely, but that doesn't mean they really know magic.

They are just ordinary people, they know some fists and kicks, and they are good at pretending to be magic outside. If they really work hard, they are probably no match for those second- and third-rate masters who lick blood with their swords.

Some disciples of the Nether Sect had already seen the bad opportunity and ran away.

Those who reacted slowly were directly reduced to pulp under the power of Kumarajiva's dragon-elephant palm.

The other disciples of Nether Sect still dared to stay and fled in all directions.

Kumarajiva killed several minions and found it very boring.

These people of the Nether Sect are so vulnerable. It seems that the judge is already the biggest leader of the Nether Sect?

As a result, he felt much calmer. It wasn't that the Nether Sect's ideas were too tough, but that he happened to meet the Nether Sect's toughest ideas.

In today's world, there are very few people who can beat him. It's just because of bad luck that we happened to meet him just now.

It is not surprising that Kumarajiva has this misunderstanding. Not to mention that he is an eminent monk from a foreign land. Even in the land of Middle-earth, there are still very few people who are familiar with the affairs of the Nether Sect. This is because the Nether Sect is an extremely secretive sect in Middle-earth and has a very famous name.

It is large, but few people understand the internal organizational structure. Especially the core figures in the religion, such as Meng Po, the judge, etc., all of them are very powerful, not to mention the ordinary members of the church, who hold real power and dominate

It is not easy for a side's seducer to meet the core senior leaders of the religion.

Kumarajiva first asked what his followers had gained at the Maha Temple and how they had come into conflict with the Nether Sect. He did not notice that the blood of the dead disciples of the Nether Sect was mixed with the robes, causing the robes on the robes to smear.

There was a faint bloody light, and the runes on the cassock burrowed into the soil like tadpoles.

In addition, the followers of the Netherworld who fled in all directions fell to the ground less than a hundred feet away from the Maha Temple. The strange runes on their robes seemed to come alive, and they wormed their way into the Netherworld like leeches.

The skin and flesh of the believers were killed one by one on the spot, and the runes immediately burrowed into the soil like tadpoles.

The night is getting deeper!

…

…

When Shen Mo and Kumarajiva were fighting, Yuan Yi was exhausted and could not withstand the energy dissipated from the fight between the two, and was directly knocked unconscious.

When I woke up, I was in a groggy environment, still covered with a hazy and dim blood light.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

The sound of drops of water flowed into his Zen heart, which had just undergone a great change, and the stench of rotting corpses and the disturbing smell of blood filled his nose.

A dim and slender shadow stood silently beside him,

"You finally woke up."

Yuanyi looked over and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shen Mo."

"Um."

Yuan Yi hesitated for a moment and asked him, "Which dungeon is this?"

He had never been in, he only knew the specific location of the dungeon. The environment here was really dark and humid. He concentrated his energy and his eyesight greatly increased. Only then could he see clearly that there was thick blood flowing not far away from him, and drops of blood came from it.

The top of the dungeon seeps down.

There was a prison made of bones soaked in blood, with strange and inexplicable runes carved on it, making it look like an altar that looked like a prison.

Looking inside the prison, there is a monk who is sitting cross-legged with no idea of ​​life and death, holding a scroll of human skin scriptures in his hand, his eyebrows are blood-stained, and his body is thin and shriveled.

The facial features can be vaguely distinguished.

He was shocked.

"Abbott."

Yuan Yi felt sad for a moment.

"Yes, this is the place where I was imprisoned before, but now the appearance has changed drastically. As for the old monk who returned to the west, I did not move his body here."

If a monk dies normally, he is called "passing away"; if he dies abnormally, he is said to have passed away.

Yuan Yi was so clear that he immediately guessed the meaning of Shen Mo's words.

After all, he was a master of Buddhism. Faced with such a strange and sad thing, he still quickly recovered his mood, "I have guessed that, with the abbot's cultivation, there are still decades before his death. He passed away really suddenly. This

Where did the altar come from?”

After Yuanyi's sadness subsided, she looked at the abbot's body again. There was no reverence and love in her heart, but a lot of horror and horror that she didn't have in the past was added to her heart.

It was as if the abbot was no longer the compassionate and easy-going monk in the past. His body was carrying an extremely ferocious ghost that might wake up at any time.

"I don't know either, but this altar is very evil and dangerous, but..." Shen Mo paused, "I'm very interested in it."

To be precise, the bloody eyes between the brows were very interested in it, and they were also extremely interested in the human skin scriptures in its hands.

It's a pity that Shen Mo couldn't influence the Bone Altar, let alone take out the scroll of human skin scriptures.

The pool of blood under the old monk's body has expanded outside the altar, and the danger here has increased dramatically. Once it exceeds the warning line in Shen Mo's heart, he will leave without hesitation.

But before that, he still coveted the things in the altar.

The road to immortality is full of dangers, but behind the dangers there are also opportunities.

Blessings are where misfortune lies, misfortunes are where blessings lie.

The trouble should end it.

Since the old monk is the abbot of Maha Temple, he might leave some clues in his daily life, and Yuanyi might be able to help him.

Of course, he won't force his friends.

Likewise, he will also let Yuanyi recognize the reality first.

The old monk who died is no longer the old monk in Yuanyi's heart.

Yuanyi's Zen mind undoubtedly clearly informed Yuanyi that the abbot would most likely transform into some terrible monster, and the culprit was probably the altar in front of him.

Yuan Yi was silent for a while, "Shen Mo, do you really want to get involved in such evil things?"

Shen Mo smiled calmly, "Do you think that by stepping into the God Refining and attaining supernatural powers, you will be the immortal spirit that the world imagines?"

The slit between his brows opened, and his crimson blood eyes protruded, looking particularly ferocious and terrifying. There was an indescribable sense of harmony with the environment of the dungeon at this moment.

"This is refining the gods, this is magical power!" The cold voice struck the Zen heart that reached perfection.

Shen Mo personally demonstrated the true face of "Refining God" for Yuanyi.

The Immortal Species are already another species different from humans. They are not the fairy-like Taoist bones and majestic treasures that the world imagines. Instead, they are extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Just as the victors of history embellish the blood-drenched history, the terror of the Immortal Seed is also decorated by mortals with beautiful myths and legends.

Since there are so many bones in front of the gate of immortality, how can the immortals be as beautiful as the world imagines?

Red and pink skulls, white bones, etc., are actually metaphors for the true appearance of the immortal.
Chapter completed!