Chapter 22: People Send Murder Intent, Heaven and Earth Repeat (Part 2)

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In the desert hundreds of miles away from Calabash Canyon, there is a ray of Buddha's light passing through the sky, heading straight for this place.

In the Buddha's light, there is a little novice monk wearing a light red cassock.

Chirp.

There is also a crisp bird cry coming from it.

"Xiao Que, don't worry, we'll be here soon." The little novice was Jue Zhen, who was talking to the oriole spirit in his sleeve.

After dealing with the matter of the evil monk in Shahai, he was supposed to leave for Jitang Temple.

But not long after he left, he had a sudden whim, enlightened by the Buddha's light, and in the dark, he felt that something big was about to happen in this high place.

He practiced the Buddhist "Now Sutra", and he has long been a person who has cultivated a spiritual relationship, and his whim is often clever.

It was also for this reason that he stayed in Mogao.

Until two days ago, the feeling of whim was more obvious, and it directly pointed out the direction for him.

"There are still more than two hundred miles, and it's time to arrive." Jue Zhen said: "I hope I can make it in time."

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In the 'Sheep' tribe, many women couldn't help crying.

The young children didn't know much, but when they saw their mothers were crying, they began to cry.

The crying was continuous and shrill.

Lu Qingshan looked over from a distance.

At the end of the group of sand wolves, there are three tall giant wolves.

The yellow wolf fur all over his body stood up like needle points, which had some regional characteristics, and the jagged fangs gleamed coldly, all revealing its terrifying strength.

The brown pupils were full of violence and indifference.

Three sand wolf demons at the peak of the fourth rank.

They are the instigators of this wave of monster attacks.

And among the tens of thousands of sand wolf monsters,

First-rank demons occupy the majority, there are hundreds of second-rank sand wolf demons, and dozens of third-rank sand wolf demons.

The first rank takes the lead and charges forward.

Obviously, although the leader of this group of sand wolf monsters felt the terrifying aura in the canyon dissipate, they were suspicious by nature and still did not choose to rush in, but let their subordinates take the lead.

Once the monsters become a tide, their momentum is like a rainbow, and they are irresistible.

At the heyday of Lu Qingshan before cutting Dao Ji, he was able to walk back and forth in front of such a demon tide, but it would be impossible to stop this demon tide with one person's power.

Not to mention, now he only has the power of mountains and seas that can reach the Jindan level.

"Young master, what should we do?" Qin Yitian hovered beside Lu Qingshan, biting his lower lip lightly, wondering why.

In the endless and deep bottomless canyon, most of them are ordinary people. How can the 'sheep' tribe, who is only a ninth-level Qi Refining monk, outrun the sand wolf demon?

If no one can stop this wave of monsters, the 'Sheep' tribe will definitely be overthrown today.

Yang Qing'er hugged her wooden stick tightly, showing the eyes of a ewe protecting a calf, and stood in front of a child who was just three or four years old.

Lu Qingshan lowered his eyebrows, just happened to see this scene.

"Oh." The next moment, he sighed softly.

"My lord, have you made up your mind?" Qin Yitian, who already had almost a tacit understanding with Lu Qingshan, understood his intention the moment he heard Lu Qingshan's sigh.

"Looks like we've come to the Western Regions," Lu Qingshan pursed his lips, sighing and muttering to himself, "It's inevitable that I'll be a Buddha once."

Under the dumbfounded gazes of nearly a thousand 'Yang' tribesmen, Lu Qingshan's figure slowly floated down and stopped in front of the gourd mouth.

"Sir..." Yang Qing'er clenched the wooden stick in her hand, her eyes lost sight, and she murmured.

They could only see a somewhat thin figure from the back.

However, they already understood what Lu Qingshan was planning to do.

Just as they thought.

Lu Qingshan pushed his feet hard, sinking two inches deep into the ground, and fixed his body.

As a sword cultivator, he didn't hold a sword at this time.

Because of this situation, it is no longer possible to block it with a sword.

Before the monster tide like a thousand troops charging, Lu Qingshan calmed down and closed his eyes.

The sand wolf demon is mighty, and the rolled up yellow sand is like the Yellow River on the ground, or like a dragon rising from the ground.

The members of the Yang tribe could already see the violence in Sand Wolf's eyes.

The momentum of charging into the battle has already been achieved, how can such a sand wolf be stopped? How could it be possible to make them retreat?

The feeling of the earthquake became more and more obvious, and the figures of the people of the 'Sheep' tribe shook unconsciously.

Some young children staggered and fell to the ground, crying non-stop.

Standing in place, Lu Qingshan, whose feet were sunken into the ground, was not affected by the earthquake.

Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes, with endless compassion in them, and...

Unlimited killing intent.

The killing momentum started, with Lu Qingshan as the center, leaking out like a dike flood, heading towards the tide of sand wolf monsters.

The mood of killing.

The cultivation base is gone, the realm is still there, and so is the artistic conception.

An artistic conception without spiritual support should have no lethality, it is just a momentum.

Potentiality can make those who hear it frightened, but as long as you are brave enough, you will be unscathed.

Things like potential are mysterious and mysterious, and each person raises his own potential.

For example, in the secular world, an extremely majestic emperor can break the hearts of timid and erring subjects with just one look.

This is not relying on supernatural powers, it is the so-called potential.

Lu Qingshan's intention at this time is to use this killing power to drive back the sand wolf demon tide.

The killing intent of one person is against the momentum of thousands of sand wolf monsters.

The state of unity, the state of killing that is infinitely close to the state of perfection, flowed out from Lu Qingshan's body.

Potential is an invisible thing, which should be invisible to outsiders.

But the people of the 'Yang' tribe can see at this time that the mad sand rolling all over the sky is three feet away from Lu Qingshan's body, unable to enter, as if protected by a soft invisible halo he.

The first line of the violent sand wolf monster tide, whose eyes were full of violence, rushed to a hundred feet in front of Lu Qingshan, as if it had encountered an invisible barrier, and stopped suddenly.

But the sand wolf monster behind didn't feel this layer of barriers, but just rushed forward without hesitation, and directly ran across the sand wolf monster in the front line.

Under this huge impact force, the sand wolf demon in the front line had no choice but to be pushed forward another foot.

Afterwards, the terrifying aura that stopped them became even more powerful.

The fear in their hearts made them try to retreat.

After pushing the first line of sand wolf monsters forward by a foot, the second line of sand wolf monsters also felt this terrifying aura, and stopped in the same way.

The sand wolf demon in the third line rammed forward.

Some demons moved forward, some demons retreated, and the sand wolf demon squeezed in the middle was instantly crushed by this force in the opposite direction, blood spattered and flesh foam flew.

The sand wolf demon, line by line, keeps moving forward.

The minced meat and blood were already sticky.

The wave of sand wolves, which could urge the city, met Lu Qingshan as if on a narrow road, getting closer and closer to Lu Qingshan.

"Not enough, not enough." Lu Qingshan was silent, his heart was stirring.

He was already exerting all his strength and even overloading to induce and release his murderous intent, but he could only slightly resist the impact of the sand wolf monster group in this way.

If someone could stand in front of Lu Qingshan right now, he would be able to see that his eyes were scarletr than the viscous blood of the sand wolf monster.

The trend of the demon tide is undulating, wave after wave.

Lu Qingshan has only one person, only the unstoppable wave of killing intent.

Once it is broken, the monster tide will directly drown him in one go.

But how long can his anger last?

Lu Qingshan was covered in robes, and his murderous intentions resumed.

This time, with the help of the power of immortality, it evolved into a murderous intent.

The longevity of immortality can make his breath regenerate for a long time.

The sand wolves and monsters continued to move forward, one foot after another, one after another.

Waiting for the second-rank wolf demon to enter the land of hundreds of feet, the test Lu Qingshan accepts increases again.

Silently, scarlet blood was dripping from Lu Qingshan's nose.

Hotheaded.

Lu Qingshan's current state is the most impulsive in the world.

Introduce the breath with the mind, and do the things of the Buddha.

Qin Yutian's eyes were slightly red, and he couldn't bear to look any longer.

Go on, go on, go on.

The sand wolf demon group is also crazy, under the command of the wolf demon king, continue to enter.

One hundred zhang has only fifty zhang left.

Lu Qingshan's nose, mouth, eyes, and ears were bloodshot, and there was a mouthful of blood in his throat, but he couldn't vomit.

Because of spitting out this mouthful of blood, it might cut off the murderous intent he was struggling to support.

No matter how long the momentum of immortality is, it will have a bottom after all.

Lu Qingshan held his breath like this, it was like fishing out of a marsh, and after a while, he was about to hit the bottom.

forty feet.

Thirty feet.

twenty feet.

The sand wolf demon was approaching, and the drooling bloody mouth seemed to be right in front of him.

The stench of saliva seemed to hit his face.

Between Lu Qingshan's eyebrows, there was a little scarlet, and the color gradually became darker, until it was deep purple, until it turned black.

Finally, a drop of blood oozed from between his brows.

The seven orifices bleed.

Lu Qingshan used people to send out murderous intentions, and he insisted that I will not go to hell, and whoever will go to hell has the momentum of Mahayana, and he has the fearless spirit that one man is in charge of the other.

When the murderous aura is about to see the bottom, it is put to death and then revived, just like the source of flowing water, and it revives in an instant.

Silently, Lu Qingshan's killing mood, at this critical moment of life and death, has been cultivated to perfection, but he doesn't know it.

As the breeze blew over the hills, the awe-inspiring murderous aura that came from nowhere in the body suddenly boiled, and in a flash, with the power of immortal true intention, it evolved a killing momentum that was far superior to the killing mood of the perfect state, and suddenly bloomed.

The murderous aura swept over all the sand wolf demons, including the fourth-rank sand wolf demon king.

In the world, Qi is like a star-killing white tiger, staring at the sand wolf monster tide.

The group of sand wolves finally stopped their charge, and they stopped suddenly three feet in front of Lu Qingshan.

The roaring and roaring stopped suddenly, and there was only a dignified exhalation.

Heavy, penetrating.

The road of hundreds of feet has already flowed into rivers of blood.

Above the sky, a ray of Buddha's light whizzed over.

In the Buddha's light, the little monk Juezhen saw the scene below, and his expression was extremely moving.

He lowered his eyebrows, clasped his hands together, and murmured, the Buddha's voice was universal.

"It's Shura, and it's also Buddha." Jue Zhen read while looking at Lu Qingshan.

Finally, all the sand wolf monsters seemed to be afraid of Lu Qingshan, who was bleeding from all seven orifices, and Juezhen, who was illuminated by the Buddha's light all over the place.

Exhausted, Lu Qingshan stopped abruptly, stumbled, staggered and fell backwards.

With tears in his eyes, Qin Yitian hugged Lu Qingshan who had passed out again with both hands.

The ground sends murderous intentions, but the dragon and snake land.

A person's murderous intent is enough to turn the world upside down.

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