Chapter 1040

"What is that?"

In the center of the cave, a figure sitting cross legged completely attracted Zhuo Wen's attention.

This man is about 40 years old, wearing blood clothes, and his whole body is filled with strange blood color. An extremely terrible killing mood spreads. What is more worthy of Zhuo Wen's attention is that this man is bald and dressed as a monk.

Buddhist monks, however, are filled with such a terrible gas of killing. All this seems very strange.

Monks should have been fasting, chanting scriptures, relieving the world, taking compassion and living creatures as the heart, curbing killing and creating a harmonious world.

But the bloody monk in front of him had a great impact on Zhuo Wen. His real killing gas was too strong. At least he had killed countless creatures to have such a terrible killing gas. Even the killing gas was no weaker than the blood devil in the town devil green coffin, and even much more terrible.

At the same time, Zhuo Wen also noticed that there was a bloody sabre in front of the bloody monk. He saw that the blade of the sabre was covered with dried blood, which looked very strange.

The sabre was originally worn by monks. According to the law, it is only allowed to cut clothes and not kill animals. However, the bloody sabre in front of me is full of blood. I don't know how many creatures have been killed.

"Who... Is this person?"

Looking at a knife and a person ahead, Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. Some were not sure what the identity of the monk in the center of the cave was?

"This is a dead man!" Xiao Hei suddenly appeared on Zhuo Wen's shoulder. A pair of black eyes stared at the bloody monk and said faintly.

"Dead?"

Zhuo Wen was stunned. Even if he stepped into the cave, at the moment of stepping into the cave, the thunder like explosion suddenly rang out in Zhuo Wen's mind, and then the terrible gas of killing, like a sea containing hundreds of rivers, rushed towards Zhuo style.

"What a terrible killing gas. Why are these killing gases plundering into my body?"

Zhuo Wen groaned and couldn't help taking a few steps back. His eyes were full of horror. These terrible murders were too huge. If they were all included in Zhuo's style, Zhuo Wen couldn't bear it at all.

"Buddha's eye!"

A few steps back, Zhuo Wen quickly summoned the Golden Buddha eyes. Suddenly, a solemn ancient Buddha virtual shadow sat in the void behind Zhuo Wen. A Sanskrit sound came out, which immediately stopped the killing gas around him.

With the protection of the virtual shadow of the ancient Buddha, Zhuo Wen recovered as before. He immediately looked at the bloody monk in front of him with fear. If the bloody monk was really a dead man as Xiao Hei said, it would be terrible.

If a dead man could release such terrible killing gas, how terrible would the bloody monk be before he died.

Under the protection of the ancient Buddha, Zhuo Wen slowly walked to the bloody monk. At the moment, the bloody monk sat cross legged, his eyes slightly closed, his hands flat on both knees, as if he were meditating and practicing normally.

Zhuo Wen found that there was a strong sense of death in the blood monk's eyebrows. The whole person was lifeless, but he was really a dead man.

At first, because the killing spirit of the monk in blood was too strong, he covered the dead spirit, so Zhuo Wencai didn't see it clearly.

"The bloody monk should have been a strong emperor in his lifetime. If I guess right, his strength is still above the sword you met at the beginning, but I don't know why he fell to the bottom of the basin." Xiao Hei said cautiously.

"So the generation of this underground yuan vein should be related to this person?" Zhuo Wen suddenly asked.

Xiaohei nodded and said, "it must be related. The magic power of the powerful in the high-level imperial realm is not what you can imagine. It can be done by opening up a space and moving mountains and filling the sea. It can be said to be extremely terrible."

"But I'm surprised that this man is clearly a monk and can break his precepts and kill people. It's really strange."

Zhuo Wen's face was surprised. The image of the monk in his heart was amiable, benevolent and equal. The bloody monk in the cave subverted Zhuo Wen's good image of the monk. The killing gas of the bloody monk was more terrible than some demons.

Buzz!

Just when Zhuo Wen was deep in thought, the bloody Sabre inserted upside down in front of the monk in blood suddenly gave out a clear cry, and then suddenly flew upside down and came straight towards Zhuo Wen.

At the moment when the bloody Sabre came, the mighty killing gas in the whole cave began to boil. It turned into blood whirlpools along the bloody sabre, as if the whole cave space would be wiped out by these killing gas.

"What's the matter with this bloody Sabre? Why did you take the initiative to cut it at me?"

Looking at the bloody sabre, Zhuo Wen's pupil tightened into a needle. Suddenly, the orchid fingerprint was pinched out. Under the Buddha's power of the Buddha's eye, he blew out and hit the bloody Sabre heavily.

Bang!

However, the bloody Sabre was extremely sharp. It came and cut suddenly. Suddenly, the Buddha's palm hit by Zhuo Wen broke directly.

"Huh? Damn it!"

Zhuo Wen scolded angrily, and immediately evolved four heads and eight arms. The eight arms simultaneously used the fingerprint of orchids. The Buddha light was overwhelming, and the Buddha meaning was diffuse and spread throughout the cave.

Countless golden palmprints came from all directions, and finally hit the bloody Sabre heavily. The surging Buddha power gushed out. Suddenly, the bloody Sabre buzzed, and the killing gas on the surface burst to the extreme. The terrible bloody Sabre formed a hurricane.

Boom, boom!

Then Zhuo Wen was shocked to find that the countless Buddha palms were vulnerable. Under the cutting attack of the bloody sabre, they collapsed inch by inch and turned into golden powder.

"This bloody Sabre?"

At the moment when the Buddha's palm burst, Zhuo Wen's pupils tightened to the extreme and retreated again and again. Just now that palm could not stop the bloody sabre. Zhuo Wen really didn't expect the latter to be so strong.

You know, this is just a weapon. Zhuo Wen was shocked that he could emit such terrible power.

"This bloody Sabre is definitely not simple. Be careful, boy. This bloody Sabre is coming again." Xiao Hei stood on Zhuo Wen's shoulder, his eyes full of dignified color.

Without Xiaohei's warning, Zhuo Wen also knows that the bloody Sabre is not simple. At the moment, after the bloody Sabre broke the palm of the Buddha, it came to Zhuo Wen again.

"Enchanted double!"

"Nu Bao Yin!"

"Ai Baoyin!"

This bloody Sabre put too much pressure on Zhuo Wen, so Zhuo Wen had to do his best. Suddenly, he entered the dual state of being possessed by the devil. His blood hair grew wildly to his waist, and the anger in his body turned into real anger, burning all over Zhuo Wen, which immediately increased Zhuo Wen's strength by 30%.

At the moment when the AI Bao seal came out, a sad mood filled the air and fell on the bloody sabre in front, which greatly weakened the power of the bloody sabre.

"Kill!"

Zhuo Wen in the dual state of being possessed by the devil, coupled with the increase of Nu Baoyin, Zhuo Wen's combat power was very terrible. When he pinched his right hand, a blood gun suddenly appeared and swept away towards the bloody Sabre without fear.

Boom, boom!

The war was imminent, and the blood gun was like a big windmill, which differentiated into countless blood gun shadows. Together with the blood Sabre war, the sound of gold and iron echoed in the cave.

The bloody Sabre is really good. Under the weakening of AI Baoyin, its combat power is still so terrible. Zhuo Wenfei can't suppress the bloody sabre, but he is at a disadvantage.

"Kill, kill!"

Zhuo Wen roared and was very crazy. The blood gun kept dancing and the killing magic gas rolled, forming a powerful blood cloud over the cave.

Moreover, Zhuo Wen has the heart core of the blood soul tree, which contains strong vitality and is not afraid of injury. He almost worked hard with the blood sabre, and finally completely suppressed the blood sabre.

"Cut!"

Zhuo Wen raised the blood gun over his head with both hands, and then slammed it down heavily and blew it on the blood sabre. Suddenly, the blood Sabre moaned and fell to the ground.

The bloody Sabre is an ownerless thing after all. Although it contains a trace of intelligence, the weapon is a weapon after all. It can't exert its maximum power without artificial control and use.

Zhuo Wen landed on the ground, stroked with his right hand, and immediately took the bloody Sabre into his hand. Then a terrible killing gas followed the bloody Sabre to invade Zhuo Wen's body.

"Buddha Eye suppression!"

Zhuo Wen's eyes were so calm that he immediately opened the Buddha's eyes. The Buddha's light filled the air. Unexpectedly, he completely stopped the terrible killing gas transmitted by the bloody sabre.

Buzzing, buzzing!

The bloody Sabre buzzed, and then the killing gas filled the whole cave went crazy. Unexpectedly, it poured into the bloody Sabre one after another. Then the prestige of the bloody Sabre soared to the extreme.

Pooh!

Zhuo Wen didn't expect that the bloody Sabre could be strengthened. Unexpectedly, his right arm was mercilessly broken under the cutting attack of the bloody sabre.

Several steps back, Zhuo Wen covered his broken right arm and stared at the bloody Sabre suspended in the air.

Boo, boo, boo!

At the moment when his right arm was broken, Zhuo Wen had mobilized the vitality of the blood soul tree in his heart to flow into his right arm. Suddenly, the blood and flesh on the broken arm wound began to creep, and then a new arm grew again.

With a move of his right hand, he took the blood gun that fell to the ground again in his hand. Zhuo Wen slowly retreated and stared at the blood saber in the endless blood vortex in front.

At the moment, the bloody Sabre was extremely violent, and the breath in his body also burst to the extreme. The terrible killing gas escaped, which vaguely made Zhuo Wen tremble.

"How can it be so terrible? This bloody Sabre is much more terrible than ordinary imperial weapons?" Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of fear.

"No! This bloody Sabre is a little strange. Even if it is a powerful imperial weapon, how can it play such a terrible power." Xiaohei suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" Zhuo Wen asked with a faint look.

"This bloody Sabre probably contains a spirit of the monk in blood..."