Chapter 263 You, You Are Not Dead?

Under the moonlight, Rong Jie and the man in black stood opposite each other. The archer who had previously shot four arrows did not move slowly. He jumped several times in a row, opened a distance and watched the battle from a distance.

Rong Jie was stopped, his brows furrowed. He felt a familiar feeling from the man in black.

This mysterious feeling was very strange, and could only be described by the word "familiar". But the strange thing was that he couldn't remember where he had seen the other person before. In other words, this feeling is familiar yet strange.

"Amitabha, since you have put down your butcher knife, please join me in taking refuge in my Buddha. Under the shining light of my Buddha, I will surely be able to purify the tyranny in the donor's heart."

The man in black smiled disdainfully, "Take refuge? Haha, the sufferings in the world are far away in a paradise! Why don't you see your Buddha coming to save all sentient beings?"

"Old bald donkey, business is just business. Do you really take what you say when making money seriously? Really..."

"Despicable!"

"Shu Zi!" Rong Jie shouted sharply.

The golden light shines all over his body, his eyes are wide with anger and his hands are clasped together, staring at the man in black from a distance. Stepping lightly on his feet, his aura rose again, and wherever the golden light shone, the Sanskrit texts were outlined in the sky.

At this time, Rong Jie was like a Buddha bathed in the Buddha's light. He pointed his angry eyes at the man in black and shouted: "You must know the angry eyes of Vajra! Let the old monk guide you to bliss! Amitabha!"

But the laughter of the man in black grew louder, and the majority of the eyes that were only exposed on his face were ridicule.

The black energy on his hands spread all over his body almost in the blink of an eye, and coupled with the hunting black robe, he looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, strange, bloodthirsty, and terrifying.

"Transfer me? Hahahahaha! Ksitigarbha, old bald donkey, couldn't get through hell, so you are worthy of transporting me to bliss? You'd better go to the underworld with me, old bald donkey!"

The man in black clasped his hands together, carrying the billowing black energy, and headed straight for Rong Jie.

The two collided in mid-air, golden light and black energy blending. The golden light is bright, and all evil spirits cannot get close to it, while the black energy is strange and pervasive.

In the air in the forest, "chichi" sounds came one after another. Among the two, Rong Jie practices pure Buddhism, which is powerful and uninterrupted; the man in black practices evil arts among evil arts, which are treacherous, mysterious and unpredictable.

After exchanging more than a dozen moves, Rong Jie took the lead and took a few steps back, his eyes solemn and his heart unbearably bitter. The evil methods practiced by the men in black are not only pervasive, but their attacks are accompanied by shrill cries, roars, and cries of injustice.

Although the fight lasted only a short time, Rong Jie's golden light became unstable several times due to internal and external difficulties.

His eyes were heavy, and when he met the man in black's curved eyebrows, he became even more cautious.

Knowing that the golden light could not help him, Rong Jie's golden light slowly converged, and a statue behind him slowly took shape. The man in black's eyelids twitched, and he lamented in his heart: Sure enough, these people's intelligence capabilities are indeed not very good. There is no news about such important information at all.

But when it came to the matter, he couldn't avoid it, so he had to raise his anger. The black energy on his body gradually became thicker and spread slowly, covering almost half of the sky. The aura on his body changed, and he disappeared on the spot, his hands turned into claws, and he went straight towards Rong Jie.

"Hell"

While the Dharma has not yet taken shape, the black energy is like a bag, trapping it inside. The golden light in the middle of the forest disappeared completely, leaving only the thick black air and the faint howling of ghosts and wolves.

The archer who had been watching the battle for a long time narrowed his eyes and unconsciously touched the quiver behind him. There were only three arrows left in it.

He felt uneasy. If the man in black lost, he didn't know if he had the ability to finish the battle. Or to put it another way, is it possible for him to survive?

Just as he was about to draw the arrow and nock it on the bow, a withered hand fell on his shoulder, and a hoarse, old voice sounded in his ear: "Boy, don't be nervous. Things are not decided lightly, and arrows are not fired lightly."

The archer was shocked. He didn't even realize that someone was coming! He quickly looked sideways and saw a face as dry as tree bark beside him.

"Old mother without life!"

He instantly turned from sadness to joy, and would have screamed out if he hadn't been so anxious to suppress it.

The person who came gently patted his shoulder, nodded and smiled: "It's me, mother. It's just the two of you. I didn't worry so I came with you. Is it okay?"

"It's okay! You came just in time!" After seeing the person clearly, the archer's anxious heart was relieved.

If such an ancestor-level figure takes action, Old Bald Donkey will definitely die. He slowly withdrew his hand and said with a respectful smile: "What you are teaching is that the boy is impatient..."

Wu Sheng's mother took her hand back from his shoulder, nodded with her hands behind her back, and said neither sadly nor happily: "Your boy is an excellent seedling, but it's a pity that I don't have that blessing."

"My mother praised me." The archer shrank modestly and turned to look at the battle situation.

Although the black energy was still covering it up, a faint golden light could already be seen. There is no doubt that the man in black is completely defeated.

Sure enough, just a few breaths later, the black energy was opened by the golden light, and then the second, third, fourth... one after another, the last solemn statue slowly appeared in front of the eyes.

The man in black flew backwards as if struck by lightning.

"Boy, mother, I'm going to kill someone!"

The voice was soft and soft, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. By the time the archer noticed it, Wusheng Old Mother had already flown out.

The man in black was caught in mid-air, and he was startled. He turned around and saw the person coming, and his sadness suddenly turned into joy, "You're here? That's great!"

The wizened face of the Wusheng old mother was still neither sad nor happy. She was holding the man in black's shoulder, just like a decrepit old man. She glanced at Rong Jie from a distance, her eyes became even lower, she patted the man in black on the back and walked forward for a while.

"Boy, go back and let me kill him."

"Okay! I'll go back right away, be careful."

After saying that, the man in black nodded to the archer and flew past him out of the woods.

At this moment, Rong Jie moved his feet and swung a powerful fist with his Dharma image, aiming directly at the archer.

But this punch stopped in mid-air and could not move forward. The old mother of Wusheng just raised her hand and gently pinched the Dharma image formed by the golden light, and half of its body was easily crushed.

The Dharma image was broken, and Rong Jie was also seriously injured, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The whole person's momentum and true energy were completely shriveled.

He staggered back a few steps and looked at the source of the true energy. After his eyes flashed several times, they fell on the thin old woman not far away.

When he saw the old woman's face clearly, he was shocked and his voice trembled: "It's you, Wusheng Old Mother! You, you are not dead?"

Wusheng Old Mother laughed, and her laughter seemed to be filled with disdain and contempt. She took a few steps forward, trying to see who the other person was.

As the distance between the two of them got closer, Wusheng Old Mother also saw Rong Jie's face clearly. She shook her head slightly, raised her eyebrows and said: "I thought it was someone else? It turned out to be Rong Jie."

"Haha, you are still alive, how could I die so easily?"

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