Modo's actions were naturally the result of Nurhaci's tacit approval.

Sanjie and Modo, one in front and one behind, immediately injured Yan Jiu severely under attack.

The tumbling in my heart was really undepressed.

A mouthful of blood surged from the throat.

Yan Jiu tried hard to control it, but he couldn't hold it in.

Modo and Sanjay succeeded in one blow and immediately retreated.

Eighteen Zen Tantric disciples sang in unison.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha."

With these eight words of Sanskrit, the eighteen people took out eighteen weapons as if they were magical.

These weapons are not conventional weapons.

Instead, it has a strong regional atmosphere.

Eighteen people advance and retreat, attack and attack together, guard and defend together.

In a short period of time, they fought with Yan Jiu countless times.

Yan Jiu knew that these eighteen people were the same as before. Although the formation was amazing, they did not have much threat.

They are just responsible for consuming themselves.

The real killer move is in Sanjay and Modo.

Especially Moduo, he looks dry and thin, but his breath is unfathomable. From a certain perspective, he is even higher than Yan Jiu's current cultivation level.

The qi and blood were churning, and the curse behind the scenes where he had been stabbed by Tuoer had been removed by Yan Jiu.

But now, with the joint attack of the two masters, the curse that was cleared was activated again.

"Ant."

Yan Jiu's eyes instantly red.

Even in the fairy world, he rarely suffers the same pain as he is now.

The severe pain on his body aroused Yan Jiu's ruthlessness.

The fists were circling around, and the air around him suddenly flowed with Yan Jiu's fists.

As his fists turned, the eighteen lamas who were besieging him began to flow with the air, and their movements became stagnant.

Yan Jiu's double fist rounded for a while, and his hands shook down fiercely.

The spiritual power was stimulated from his fists.

This punch has no specific goal, but scattered.

The crazy clouds seemed to emerge from the lake, sweeping around.

"Guangyuan Changquan, the second style, the clouds move."

The figures of eighteen lamas are rewinding.

Some staggered, some vomited blood.

The formation was destroyed by Yan Jiu's chaotic cloud movement in an instant.

However, his current cultivation level can only be divided into half of his spiritual essence when he uses chaos.

That's it, which has made his body seriously injured even worse.

Modo and Sanjie seized the opportunity to finish the Luanyundong, and suddenly moved forward, trying to kill Yan Jiu with one blow.

, This time it was no longer smashing down, but sweeping across. The sharp blades around it pierced Yan Jiu's back.

Moduo's thin hands were like steel, directly grabbing Yan Jiu's chest muscles.

Blood flowed down Modu's thin hands.

"You guys are looking for death."

Yan Jiu's qi contracted and his muscles tightened.

Sanjie was directly clamped by Yan Jiu's muscles and could not be pulled out.

Moduo's fingers also fell on Yan Jiu's body and pulled them out with great effort.

Yan Jiu's eyes were red.

The continuous heavy damage completely angered him.

"Blood Thunder Kill."

In Yan Jiu's eyes, a red light surged, and a faint golden color appeared from the red light, and there were thunder patterns rolling on it.

"Boom..."

Out of thin air, lightning flashed around the entire altar.

This lightning is blood-red.

Unlike other lightning.

This lightning was filled with blood.

Nearly a hundred lightning bolts fell directly. The target was not the eighteen lamas, but Modo and Sanjie in front of Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu tried his best to use the huge flaws that the clouds were moving, which made Modo and Sanjie think they were using desperate tricks.

The blood thunder in front of him is Yan Jiu's real killing move.

"not good!"

Sanjie was shocked.

The feeling of death brought by the lightning in the sky made him confused in an instant.

Modo is very calm.

With one wave of his hand, eighteen lamas were uncontrollably pulled over by Modo.

The bodies of eighteen people blocked Sanjay and Modo's heads.

Hundreds of thunder fell, smoke and dust shook.

He directly bombarded the eighteen people into slag out of thin air and disappeared.

The altar was also destroyed in an instant.

While Yan Jiu used the blood thunder to kill, he suddenly felt a causal force exploded and stirred his internal organs. In an instant, blood squirted from his mouth and sank directly into the Lotus Seed Lake.

Sanjay and Modo also fell into the water, as if they were so embarrassed that they were falling into the water.

After all, the two of them were masters. After stabilizing their minds, they returned to the shore.

Looking at the heart of the Lotus Seed Lake, the two looked at each other in shock.

"Master Modo, do you think he is dead?" Sanjay was seriously scared.

The momentum of the thunder just now has become the shadow of his life.

Yan Jiu's very spicy fighting style and two-eyed red light have become Sanjie's nightmare.

"It should be dead. The kind of thunder-falling attack just now should be his dying attack. Could this person be from the Tianshi Taoist of Longhu Mountain? Only the Taoist of Longhu Mountain in the Central Plains can control the most exquisite thunder method." Moduo looked at Huxin and said with lingering fear.

The two were silent.

After a while, Modo said, "Don't worry. Anyway, people are dead. Tianshi said, it is difficult to protect themselves before the collapsed building, hum."

"The master is right. Nurhaci, I'll go and report it to you. The master is going back to rest." Sanjie said carefully.

"No, since I came out of the mountain this time, I was also ordered by the Buddha to assist the Jianzhou Jurchens and break through Shanhaiguan. As long as Shanhaiguan is broken, the Ming court will never rely on you again. You can prepare, and at that time, you may have to compete with the great sects in the Central Plains and the guardians of the Zhu family." Modo said.

"Abide by the Dharma of Birth of Buddha." When Sanjie said that when he was born, he seemed respectful.

"Your cultivation is less than that of pure Yin body. Pure Yin body is not easy to find, but women are mostly Yin. Taking advantage of this sweeping of the Soldier Peak, you can catch more. As long as you practice joyful Zen with enough women, you can also make up for it in terms of quantity." Moduo said this very calmly, as if the women in the Central Plains were born with a furnace.

"Thank you for your guidance from the master." Modo's face showed joy.

"Let's go, the altar sinks to the bottom of the water, which saves the shamans and black sects from trouble." Modo turned around and left after saying that.

Sanjie glanced at Huxin and turned around and left.

Both of them are masters of the Zen and Tantric Buddhism outside the Frontier, and they just regard Yan Jiu as one of the countless masters they have killed.

But I didn't know that this was the most wrong thing they did.

After Modo and Sanjay left for half an hour, a sloppy figure came from the distance.

"Is it late? Or is it late? It's all because of the old Taoist slut." The face of Yang Zhen's goat-like expression was full of anxiety.

Seeing the calm lake, he shook his head and slapped his face twice.

Then, he fell to the ground.

"Blood Ancestor, you have been reincarnated for thousands of years. Where is it?" Gong Yang Zhen sighed to the sky.

After sighing for a long time, he stood up unwillingly, trying to take a look at Lianzi Lake and leave.

But it was this glance that made him see the center of Lianzi Lake, which seemed to have a hint of red.

This red is clearly visible in the night.

"Bloody? He is not dead?" Gong Yang really showed joy on his face.

"God has eyes, I hope this time is the reincarnation of the Blood Ancestor. God has eyes."

Gong Yang Zhen first knelt on the ground and kowtowed to God.

Then he got up and walked into the Lotus Lake until his figure gradually sank into the bottom of the Lotus Lake.

I wish you all a happy holiday on May Day!
Chapter completed!