"Qin Hao, don't make the same mistake again and again! I was sent by Wanfo Temple to investigate the murder of Zhaoti Monk. If you kill me, regardless of whether Zhaoti Monk was killed by you or not, these two accounts are destined to be settled. On your head. Yes, I admit that we did underestimate you. Your strength is terrible and far beyond our expectations. However, Tianshi Mansion and Wanfo Temple have stood firm in the martial arts world for thousands of years. This foundation is yours. Even those who are beyond your reach and stronger than you also exist. Being blind and regardless of the consequences, acting too fast will only bring you devastating disaster!"
Monk Jingkong knew that he could not escape, and he also knew that begging for mercy was useless. Moreover, with his self-esteem as a master in the realm of gods, how could he kneel down to the young boy in front of him? He analyzed the pros and cons, explained all the reasons, and only relied on Qin Hao to see his situation clearly and let him live. This was a disguised form of begging for mercy, and it also left a trace of face for himself.
It's a pity that he really underestimated Qin Hao's dominance. Qin Hao has never been an easy person to talk to. Before, he was unwilling to do anything to the two of them because of the kindness that Zhao Tiseng had shown him. Now that he has done so, The grudge has been forged, so why would he care about revenge
"I gave you a chance. Since you don't want it, you can't blame me!" Qin Hao's expression was cold, murderous intent enveloped Monk Jingkong, and his attitude was clear.
Monk Jingkong looked livid and asked again: "Are you really unable to give in to each other?"
"Must kill!" Qin Hao said again, but he still didn't change.
"Then you go die!" Monk Jingkong knew that it was irreversible and no longer had any luck. He let out a long roar, the Buddha power around him swelled, and the sound of Sanskrit curled up like thunder, shocking his mind.
At the same time, a Bodhi Orb flashing with strange blood shot out and hit Qin Hao's head. If it were hit hard by this shot, most people's heads would definitely explode.
Obviously, Monk Jingkong's wishful thinking was very good. The sudden mental attack wanted to defeat Qin Hao's spirit. He took this opportunity to take advantage of his inability to concentrate and concentrate all his strength on the Bodhi beads that have been nourished for decades by his own essence and blood. Attack its flesh~ body.
Don't underestimate this Blood Bodhi Orb. This object was a treasure he accidentally obtained from an ancient ruins when he traveled through mountains and rivers in his early years. Although it is not as good as the Buddhist treasure, it has a trace of spiritual charm and spirituality. It is not an extraordinary object and can be regarded as a lower-level treasure. of magic weapon. In the following decades, after being nourished by the essence and blood of the old monk and blessed by the Buddha's power, this thing has become extraordinary and its quality has improved. It is no better than the golden dharma~luncha offered by the monk Zhao Ti before. If it is used as a hidden weapon in an attack, it will be a waste of natural resources. Overkill.
It's a pity that Qin Hao never relaxed his vigilance towards the old guy from the beginning to the end. Although his body was empty, it did not affect the power of the soul at all. Furthermore, there was a divine refining method passed down by the scribe in white before, which allowed him to Every time he realizes it, his soul becomes stronger and stronger, which is unmatched by ordinary cultivators in the realm of spiritual transformation.
With a loud shout, Qin Hao's eyes shone with golden light, and a small golden sword, or more vividly a dagger, made of the power of the soul, shot straight at Monk Jingkong.
Just for a moment, Monk Jingkong felt that his head was about to burst. It was like being pricked by thousands of needles. The pain was unbearable, so that the veins bulged, the old face turned red, and blood oozed from all the orifices. It was extremely miserable.
At the same time, Qin Hao punched out suddenly and collided with the Bodhi Orb that erupted with a dazzling blood-colored demonic light. After a roar, the orb seemed to be attacked by a huge force, and its whole body was covered with spiderweb-like cracks. The next second Then it burst into pieces with a bang.
After Monk Jingkong calmed down, he saw the scene in front of him, and his face turned pale with shock. You must know that this treasure of his is a real magic weapon that can break half a mountain. It collided with human flesh and was punched. Explosion, you can see how hard and terrifying Qin Hao's flesh is. It can't be described in words. It is already beyond the human race, like a god or demon!
"Qin Hao, if you have something to say, let's talk to each other. We..." Monk Jingkong was already at the end of his rope. His physical and mental injuries made it impossible for him to fight anymore. Moreover, Qin Hao's terrifying combat power made it impossible for him to fight with him at all. Instead of running away with his head in his arms, he forced himself to hold back the fear in his heart.
However, Qin Hao did not give him a chance to continue. Before he could finish his words, Qin Hao exploded and punched Monk Jingkong's bald head with all his strength.
Bang!
With an explosion, Monk Jingkong's head suddenly exploded, turning into a mass of blood mist that filled the sky. His headless body fell to the ground with a plop, no longer showing any signs of life.
After finishing off Monk Jingkong, Qin Hao did not linger. In a few breaths, he spanned a distance of four to five miles and kicked halfway up the mountain. Immediately, the mountain exploded like an explosion, and rocks flew. Qin Hao kicked the place out in a daze. A big hole, and Ling Xuzi, who was hiding in it with at least five or six broken ribs and half-dead, was easily pulled out.
Despite the fact that the monk's wounds looked horrifying on the surface, but the injuries on the inside were much more serious. Not only were his arms blown apart, but also several ribs were broken. Unfortunately, one of them hit his heart. If most people encountered such an injury, they would have died a long time ago. Fortunately, he was a cultivator in the realm of gods, with profound cultivation. He actually relied on the energy in his body to protect his heart and prevent the blood from flowing out to survive.
However, due to the serious injury, he could no longer move his body. Otherwise, he would have escaped long ago while Qin Hao was chasing Monk Jingkong.
Even the monks of Wanfo Temple who had no grudges were killed. How could Qin Hao show mercy and let go of Zhang Zifan, a fellow disciple of Tianshi Mansion, and directly kicked Ling Xuzi in the head, thus settling the matter.
As for the disciples brought by these two men, after seeing Qin Hao knocking out Monk Jingkong and Ling Xuzi with just a few punches, they all dispersed and fled all over the mountains and plains. How could they dare to fight Qin Hao head-on, let alone capture him and take him back? On trial!
According to Qin Hao's original intention, if he didn't do anything, he should kill them all. However, due to Mu Qianxue's current crisis, Qin Hao didn't have the time or thought to argue with these ants. He hurried over after dealing with Ling Xuzi. Next to Mu Qianxue, seeing his burnt out appearance, he almost couldn't hold back the tears. He hurriedly took out the relics and poured them into Mu Qianxue's body in an attempt to suppress the raging poison.
After the relic entered the body, the black energy on Mu Qianxue's face immediately retreated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Under the peaceful and domineering Buddha's light, it finally returned to the Dantian of his abdomen and huddled together.
However, that was all. Mu Qianxue's withered and almost fleshless body did not recover. His face was extremely pale, without any blood at all. His hair was still withered and yellow, and he still looked like his vitality had come to an end. It was not due to the relic. I got better because of my son.
"Brother-in-law, how is my sister? Is she okay?" Mu Qianjun asked anxiously, holding on to Qin Hao's clothes with his little hands, his eyes full of hope, and he was extremely nervous.
Qin Hao frowned and almost knitted his brows together. He was proficient in medical skills and had already fully understood the condition of Mu Qianxue's body in a moment. He said with a solemn expression: "Your sister's condition is very bad. Before, the relics could still be recovered." The poison was barely suppressed without endangering her normal life and body function. The old bald donkey took away the relic by force, so that the domineering poison in your sister's body broke out again, more violently than the previous time, and now the relic It can only guarantee that her life will be safe in the short term, but her body will become weaker and weaker. If she does not find a way to detoxify before the poison fills her body, even the Great Luo Immortal will have a hard time staying alive!" (To be continued)