Manual Aura Resuscitation, the Start Leads To the Cultivator

Master Yihui smiled and paced in front of the Buddhist monks. He didn't even glance at the painful and heart-piercing monk, nor did he pay attention to the headless man. He just looked at the abbot in the red robes and couldn't help but smile. :

　　 "Everyone believes in the same word for Buddha, and it is considered destined. Let's go, don't participate in this competition. This is not a game you can join."

　　 The abbot was horrified, but he forced to calm down and said, "The same Buddhism, you...you can save my disciple."

　　 Yihui glanced at the person rolling on the floor with pain, and smiled and said, "Life and death are destiny. I am not related to him, why save him?"

　　 The abbot said: "The Buddha said, you can't see the dead without saving. Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level Buddha."

　　 Yihui smiled and said: "Although the poor monk comes from a Buddhist school, it is not a Buddha but a martial arts that can be chased after. You have found the wrong person. Let's go, go back. Don't stay here..."

　　‘Ahhhhhhhhh! ’

　　 At this time, there were screams of horror in the distance.

　　 Everyone turned around.

　　 saw another beach, **** at this time. Tang Yin was like a human demon, slaughtering everyone on this beach with a grinning smile.

　　The blood is flowing into a river!

　　He takes pleasure in killing!

　　 In an instant, dozens of people died suddenly on the spot.

　　 The abbot and the others saw Tang Yin's murderous appearance, and watched the mutilated people on the floor roaring and wailing in a pool of blood. Shocked with fright.

　　 Everyone took a deep breath of horror, and didn't dare to look at Tang Yin, the demon on the beach. After a while, if Yihui didn't stand up and speak, and waited for others, she was afraid that she would be wiped out!

　　He takes pleasure in killing!

　　If Master Yihui didn't stand up, maybe it was us who had the limbs and arms broken on the beach?

The abbot said in a crying voice: "Master, master, look... he, he, he, he is killing people again. He must be punished, he must be punished. Oh, good is good, it is simply a devil. No monk is not. Dare to take a look!"

　　 Yihui glanced indifferently, but there was no hint of humanity in her eyes:

　　 "Being unpunished, that is a matter of cause and effect, what to do with poor monks? He has the ability to kill, that is his ability. To be killed is that they have no ability."

　　 Buddhism and the crowd were stunned.

　　 How come there are such remarks?

　　 Should I be killed if I don’t have the ability?

　　 Actually, it's only half of Yihui's words. What he meant was that he didn't have the ability, he still had to come to this place, he would come even if he knew there was danger. That being killed, can only be said to be incapable. This is called self-inflict, so why bother. The game rules and regulations of the Recovery Group are clearly stated, regardless of life or death. There is an agreement when signing up, and participating in the competition means giving up your life.

　　 But there are always people who don’t believe in evil...

　　 The abbot had a hard chat with Yihui for ten minutes here. It is not that he wants to talk, but that he is afraid of Tang Yin. He wanted to wait until Tang Yin had finished killing people before daring to leave, for fear that Tang Yin would come back and arrest him and kill him.

　　 Then, when he left, the abbot said with a serious face: "Master, Buddhism is now in decline. Hey, hardship can't strengthen your reputation. I think, if you participate in the competition this time, you will play in our name."

　　 Yihui smiled, and even ignored him, sitting here cross-legged.

　　 casually drew a circle on the ground, and said loudly to the surrounding:

　　 "Those who enter this circle die."

　　 Then, I stopped paying attention to the abbot.

"Ugh!"

　　 The abbot sighed, bowed and left.

　　 It hasn't been a while since everyone left. He heard a black man carrying a rifle behind him, panting from a distance, and ran in the direction of Monk Yihui.

　　 ‘Boom——’.

　　 I saw Yihui's worn-out monk's clothes stirred. Behind him, the one suddenly exploded and died, and the rifle in his hand was also blown into iron filings.

　　 And one of his feet just stepped into the circle...

"This!"

"Do not!"

　　 "Go, go, go!"

　　 A group of monks screamed in horror, watching the old monk enter the descent incredulously, facing the sea, like stone carvings of wood.

　　 All these are beyond the scope of human comprehension...

　　 They screamed, crashing and fleeing into the distance. At this moment, they finally understood and woke up.

　　 Maybe this is really not where we can come.

　　----

　　 A few hours later, the sun was shining brightly. There are still five hours left before the battle across the sea.

　　Mayweather and Connor and the others, swimming wildly in the sea, swimming desperately. In panic and despair, hundreds of people swam in the sea for several hours, so scared that they couldn't even feel tired.

　　 Everyone was so scared.

　　 was so scared that he collapsed.

　　 How could there be such a person?

　　 How come there are such people in the world? Take pleasure in killing, take pleasure in killing?

　　 What makes people desperate is that he... is actually a warrior. Murderer with martial arts!

　　 Finally, everyone found a canyon in the narrow corner of Origin Island.

　　 The waves are constantly beating in this gorge, and fortunately there are a few reefs that can accommodate.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 Mayweather and Connor tremblingly climbed up a reef in the canyon.

　　 looked at each other for a while, and the two cried and hugged each other.

　　 "Live, live!"

　　 "Live it... live it."

　　 "The rest of my life!"

　　 "That murderous perverted madman is too scary. Fortunately, it's good to live out."

OK.

　　 can't even think about it.

　　 They thought that Jiang Fu'er was already enough to make people feel guilty. But there was a Tang Yin who was a demon. If they had a choice, they would rather die in the hands of Jiang Foul, or at least die painlessly.

　　 But if anyone falls into Tang Yin's hands, then... that is simply not to survive, not to die!

　　 "What should I do? Hey, how come the game hasn't started yet, when can we leave this ghost place..."

　　 Connor muttered to himself with a pale face, as if he was crazy.

　　 Mayweather also paled at this time: "Retire, I retire. I, I don't participate, I retire."

　　 "I also retired. I...this is not a show we can participate in. We, who are on the same track as us, are all demons!"

　　 "The terrifying Huaxia people, they... they are all demons. Oh, they kill without blinking, or without blinking. There are homicides in Hawaii, but here, it is the massacre of Chi Guoguo!"

"Can you contact Recovery Group and pick us up? Can you pick us up? Um... I want to go home, I want to go back to Ireland~www.wuxiahere.com~ I don't want to fight anymore, I don't want to in my life It's a ring."

　　 "Wait. Only after the end of the cross-sea competition, the Recovery Group will pick us up. We have already said when we came, there is no turning back on board, and everyone has signed the agreement."

　　 "When are we going to wait here... I'm so cold, I'm so hungry, and I'm so thirsty. Where can I eat and drink?"

　　 "Hua Xia people are there, can you go and ask for it?"

　　 "Why don't you go!"

　　 "……"

　　 It didn't take long for more and more people to squat with Mayweather and them, each with a look of horror.

　　 There are some people who have been scared and confused. When he came, he felt like he had been caught by an evil spirit, lying limp on the reef, shivering, and his eyes were out of focus.

　　 Everyone wakes up at this moment.

　　 We... shouldn't be here.

　　All the arrogance, all the arrogance, are all scattered here. Yes, it was just a deep panic.

　　 "The Last Strong"

　　 This is really not a game we can participate in at all!

　　 Believe it. At this time, all the people who laughed at the Recovery Group before believed it. At that time, when the Recovery Group promoted it, it said that it would cost a lot of money to attract the strong in the national arts. It also advised ordinary people not to participate in the competition.

　　 At that time, how many people around the world laughed at the innocence of the Recovery Group?

　　 I believe it now!

　　 Believe it thoroughly. The price of the letter is-escape from the dead, scalp tingling!

　　 Even thinking about it makes me tremble. Mayweather stared at the sea in a daze. It was not difficult for him to predict that starting from today, in the rest of his life, he estimated that he would dream of Tang Yin at midnight...

The name 　　 represents the greatest horror in the world!