In the middle of winter, frost climbs into the window.

Some people in Shengjing City stood on the eaves, some stood in the streets, and some stood under the crowded gate of the North City, but men, women, young, young, old, weak, women and children were doing the same thing.

This is breathing!

Breathing is the instinct of human beings and the most common thing, but their breathing is too hot, making Shengjing City in the cold hotter.

When you raise your head and drive north, you can see the clouds rolling on the top of the sky. Naturally, you can see the great monk wearing a blood-red robe knocking the old man in the face like a god to the mortal world!

At this moment, the entire capital of Shengjing seemed to have life. People took off their cotton jackets, took off their wooden hairpins, and expressed their emotions in the most comfortable way.

Shengjing City opened its bloody mouth like an ancient giant beast, and began to roar and shout to the northern plains!

The sound waves trembled again, and the entire Shengjing City looked like it was coming alive from a distance. At first glance, there was nothing else to think about it.

The elites of the prosperous Tang Dynasty on the city walls no longer had the most persistence of self-supporting identities.

Headed by Emperor Tang Yinlong, the prosperous Tang Dynasty, all his expressions were almost crazy. The barefoot monk slapped the old man in the face, which was pleasantly enjoyable in their hearts.

Zhang Xiaodao felt that the sound of slapping was the most heartwarming sound he had heard since he was born. He was pulling his throat, roaring and roaring like many people! His mind had turned into a blank space, and he could only do what he should do most now based on his instinct!

At this time, the earth was shaking violently after the old man in charge fell.

After a roar, a gap began to crack under the dust and smoke. Endless abyss came into people's eyes. The endless darkness in the extremely darkness underneath was sucked out. The sky was dark, as if all the sunlight was sucked into it!

After the barefoot monk slapped it out with a palm, he did not proudly make a cool look at the top of the sky, but coughed violently, although he did not cough up bleeding, but he bent his strong waist.

Obviously, this palm is not as relaxed and casual as people think, and the barefoot monk must have paid a huge price for it.

Menghan Baku, who had a tenacious vitality but could not move even a finger, lay in the snow, looking at the barefoot monk at the top of the sky, his eyes showed confusion.

His lost emotion made him forget the pain all over his body. He straightened his waist and sat up halfway, with ice-clamped blood foam on the corners of his mouth, but he said, "Congratulations!"

The barefoot monk didn't need the enemy's congratulations to him, and his eyebrows were still almost upright, which means that the old man in charge who had penetrated into the abyss was not dead yet.

The three hundred golden iron cavalry set off a snowstorm like a whirlwind, and came to the crack of the dark earth that was invisible. A ball of light rose at this time, removing all the darkness.

This ball of light came to the plain, and was still pure and more crystal clear than the white snow on the ground.

When the halo dissipated, the old man in charge appeared on the plain. He raised his head and looked at the barefoot monk at the top of the sky. His face was colorless, but extremely ferocious.

The reason for the extremely ferocious appearance is very simple. His appearance, which was originally a childish face, was already bloody at this time.

The messy white hair was curled in a mess. There was a palm print on his left cheek, his skin was blooming, and white bones were already hidden in it, and his appearance naturally looked ferocious and cruel.

His left cheek pupil also had lower eyelids, and a protruding eyeball had no black eyelids, as if he was blind, but his footsteps were still steady.

"What did you see!" the old sect leader asked in a very weak manner.

The barefoot monk who suddenly came to the plain from the sky said softly: "A very boring world."

"Then why don't you go?" The old man in charge glared at his eyes, as if he was extremely unwilling.

"It's boring, why go?"

"So you retracted half of your foot, you wasted God's favor for you!"

The barefoot monk said with great affirmation: "There is no god there, only an endless void."

"You deserve to die."

The barefoot monk nodded sincerely and said, "I deserve to die if I have killed many people, but I always have to kill you, and I am considering whether to die or not."

The old man in charge suddenly laughed madly, and his terrifying pussy and bloody musculoskeleton began to tremble.

After being crazy, he suddenly calmed down and said, "Half-step celestial beings, but after all, they are not celestial beings. You just killed me without a single palm. Now you are at the end of your strength, how can you kill me?"

The barefoot monk said, "It's just a matter of ease."

"Then kill me, kill me, kill me!" The old sect, who was almost crazy, flew everywhere, as if he had become a vegetable seller on the streets of Shengjing.

"Killing people requires strength, you must always take a breath first." The barefoot monk looked at the old sect with a ferocious face and said again: "I have never heard of such a cheap request!"

Menghan Baku stood up not far away, but did not walk towards the two of them, but looked at the north wall of Shengjing and murmured: "This city is indeed worthy of your protection."

After the shaky Menghan Baku said this, he sat down. Listening to the roar of Shengjing City, he seemed to remember the whole wilderness shouted for him when the barefoot monk went to the temple thirty years ago.

At this time, the situation of war, life and death, were no longer important to Mongolian, Han and Baku. He only felt that he had returned to thirty years ago, Shengjing City was the temple of the Great Wilderness, and he was constantly addicted to it in his memories.

The cold wind whistled, blowing his knotted long hair. Meng Hanbaku broke free from the memories, and no longer had any attachment to the world. He raised the last trace of strength on his body and stood up again.

It was not until this moment that he found himself thirty years ago!

But it was particularly difficult for him to stand up, and he was even more staggering when he walked.

He walked forward with difficulty towards the barefoot monk, as if he wanted to touch a corner of the blood-red cassock before he died, even if it was just a moment!

As he was staggering, the barefoot monk took a deep breath, and the blood-red cassock suddenly rose and sounded in the wind.

In the originally clear sky, a huge dark cloud finally covered the sun, and the world became darker.

The old man in charge felt the infinite murderous intent that erupted from the barefoot monk's body. His left cheek had a flesh and blood clot, and his face showed horror, as if he was evasive.

Suddenly, the old man in charge took a step back, which meant that he was going to go, and even more that he was one step closer to Shengjing.

But since the prosperous Tang Dynasty dared to arrange the decisive battle outside Shengjing City, he was naturally not afraid of Mongolian, Han, Baku and the old men in charge of the sect had to burn their hands.

The old man in charge could not understand this, and he could not escape the pursuit of the barefoot monk, so why did he take this step back?

The barefoot monk felt a little hesitant at this moment.

Hesitation never appeared in thousands of battles he had experienced in his life.

So he immediately abandoned this emotion or premonition that he always thought was the most useless and took it one step!

Under the north gate of Shengjing, everyone saw the terrifying cheek of the old man in charge, and a roar broke out on the city wall.

But the old man in charge did not stop until he was only a few hundred feet away from Shengjing City. He stopped and raised his dry big hand.

This hand was extremely thin, with slender fingers wrapped around the bones, without any purity, and the thick ink gradually spreads.

He raised his hand and grabbed it at his lower abdomen. In the process, the hand gradually turned into a dark color like ink. All the skin fell off. When he arrived at his lower abdomen, the hand had turned into a skeleton that was blowing black.

In the pupils of everyone, the hand broke through his flawless white and luxurious robe, and slapped in his lower abdomen, splashing countless transparent blood.

The surprise didn't have time to appear on people's cheeks. They only knew that the head of the Holy See's Church actually used the magical power of darkness!

This is not beyond Li Zizhi's expectations. What is light? Light is pure and holy! But without the black contrast, who can know that this is light?

This is also the reason why the barefoot monk and him, and even those who were accused of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, hated the Holy See.

But it doesn't matter, and Li Zizhi wants to know what he took out.

But at this time, the barefoot monk had already shown his supernatural powers. Unlike when the battle between the Mongolian and Han Baku, the Great Shura behind him was no longer a phantom, and became real.

As soon as the Great Shura came out, the people in Shengjing seemed to smell the smell of blood.

The barefoot monk was possessed by Shura, and his already burly figure suddenly increased by several points. The Great Shura, who stood tall behind him, showed an angry face and his eyebrows were erect. His eyebrows were almost the same as Wuhai.

When the barefoot monk moved, the world changed color.

The pressure suddenly pressed on everyone's heart like a huge rock.

Only in the blink of an eye!

He came behind the old sect who was facing his back.

Li Zizhi exclaimed: "Get back."

Only then did everyone see clearly that the iron tool in the belly bag that was flowing with blood. Half of the intestines had been caught by the black skeleton.

No one knew what that was, but he understood that this thing seemed to pose a threat to the barefoot monk.

At this time, the old master of the sect, who was already like a demon walking out of hell, turned around and injected the remaining energy into the short iron tool that was like a wooden hammer.

A wave that could not be separated from the naked eye came out of the iron tool and sank into the body of the barefoot monk.

The barefoot monk did not do anything at all. He thought and flew past the old man in charge with the supreme power of the Great Shura.

A bunch of blood gushed out from the headless corpse of the old man in charge of the sect. Without the blessing of magical powers, his blood was no longer transparent, but bright red.

Bai Xue was stained with blood, and his soft and weak body that had lost all consciousness fell to the ground. His unconscious body twitched from time to time, completely invading the snow under him into bright red.

The barefoot monk grabbed a head in his huge palm!

The head of the Holy See!

The head looked like a ball in his huge palm, but blood, certain blood vessels and intestines were floating in the fractured neck.

His burly body like a god maintains a forward pose, his face is still full of ferociousness, and the Great Shura behind him is still majestic.

But a trace of grayness surged upwards from the white lotus-like barefoots!
Chapter completed!