Cyber Daming

Black and red lightning fell from the sky, and a ferocious-looking bare-chested warrior walked out of the noisy smoke and dust.

When the opponent's ferocious eyes fell on them, Yin Ji and Lingjia Po felt that they were facing an irresistible natural enemy, and an unprecedented strong sense of crisis filled their bodies and minds.

Without any hesitation, the flesh and blood in the unfolded millet field boiled and gathered towards the body of the woman.

Yin Ji, who had died once, did not dare to have any reservations. He decisively took over this body and directly drained the essence of flesh and blood in his millet field.

In an instant, the originally shriveled body stretched almost ten feet high, and the bulging muscles broke the patched tattered foreign robe.

The exposed body was red all over, and the blood vessels-like bright red veins spread from the forehead to the whole body. The white bones were intertwined like armor covering the body, and the spine from the back of the neck to the waist pierced a row of ferocious bone spurs several inches long, as if carrying a hundred hands.

The terrifying face was like a demon, and a swastika appeared strangely between the eyebrows, adding a strange Buddhist charm to the fierceness.

"Old Li, kill these two idiots!"

This arrogant voice made Yin Ji feel cold all over.

Sure enough, the next moment, a fist with explosive force had hit him in front of him!

Boom!

The two fists collided head-on, and thunder suddenly sounded on the flat ground.

The blasting air wave lifted the snow on the ground, and the temple with few incense and incense was tottering in the aftermath and collapsed.

The fist bones were shattered, the arms were broken, and the blood and water that burst out instantly exploded into mist.

Yin Ji endured the excruciating pain, the eyes embedded in the facial bones were extremely fierce, and the flesh and blood under his feet kept flowing up along his legs like water. The wound on the broken arm squirmed and bit, and recovered in the blink of an eye.

But before Lingga Po, who was now reduced to a bystander, could breathe a sigh of relief, he was immediately sprayed with blood again.

The collapse was like a mountain river rushing, unstoppable.

The sharpness was like a blade cutting the body, and the momentum was like a broken bamboo.

Yin Ji was suffocated by the violent fist shadows and strength in front of him, and his gradually numb nerves could no longer feel the pain of broken limbs.

"Yin Ji, think of a way!"

Lingga Po, who lived on the same neck, screamed in panic, and there was no trace of the previous wisdom and arrogance in her panic-stricken tone.

But her inquiry did not receive any response.

Yin Ji's throat had long been blocked by the surging blood, and he could not say a word at all. He could only cast a cold look at Lingga Po.

At this point, apart from relying on the only remaining millet field under his feet, what other way could he have?

The people of Sheji had been killed long ago, and the ability he had carefully prepared against Wuxu had also been defeated. If he wanted to use the means of dreams to pull the other party, it would be purely to seek death.

Seeing that Yin Ji remained silent, Lingjia Po also closed his mouth, and his blood-stained face had a gloomy expression.

One body with two heads, with different expressions.

Crack.

The sound of the broken leg bones sounded clearly in Yin Ji's fluctuating and chaotic thoughts, and the whole body suddenly stood unsteadily and tilted to the left.

Before the blood and flesh in the Jichang were replenished, the fierce brass knuckles had already hit his waist.

Puff!

Yin Ji's body was almost broken by Li Jun's punch, and a large number of organs with fishy and hot smells rolled out of the huge gap.

The indescribable pain made Yin Ji roar, and the Buddha Sequence rune between his eyebrows finally lit up at this moment.

Crash

Lingapo's Buddhist thoughts were like a mighty wave, madly pouring into Yin Ji's mind at the critical moment of life and death. After Li Jun broke through his dream, his will, which had almost dried up, suddenly met with a refreshing rain, and Yin Ji suddenly shook himself.

The bone spurs on his back suddenly grew wildly, swarming forward, and suddenly they intertwined and bit into a bone shield, wrapping his upper body tightly.

Li Jun looked at this scene with a sneer on his lips.

In the close combat, no matter how fast Yin Ji responded, could he be as fast as his fist?

He was deliberately giving the other party a chance to breathe. The night was still long, and there was plenty of time to slowly cook these two dirty things.

Bang!

Li Jun pulled his back and raised his arms, and smashed down the bone target in front of him with an elbow.

The bone shield was sunken and shattered, revealing two heads close to each other and four terrified eyes, rolling backwards and flying backwards.

"Linga Po, I know what you are planning."

A huge amount of blood and flesh essence condensed and repaired Yin Ji's body again, while the thickness of the country was only a shallow layer.

The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dying, right in front of us.

Yin Ji could no longer hold back, staring at the terrifying warrior who was slowly approaching from a distance, and was the first to speak: "Even if you still have some means of escape, don't forget that Yuan Mingfei is right next to you. You can hide it from Li Jun, but can you hide it from her? If you keep hiding it, we will all die here today!"

"I won't hide it, so don't hide it!"

Linga Po screamed: "Everyone, don't have any crooked thoughts, work together, and pass this level. In the future, the land will be ours!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

Yin Ji roared, and the swastika in his brow melted into a sticky golden stream, flowing through his body, penetrating into every inch of flesh and bones, twisting like a living thing, outlining a mysterious Buddhist seal.

The two of them used all their means without any reservation, and Yin Ji's flesh and blood merged with Lingpa's Buddhist thoughts.

Instantly, Yin Jiru was wearing a golden armor, and the row of bone spurs on his back came out of his body, together with the golden water and blood and tendons, and melted into a giant axe. He held it in his hand, and his momentum was soaring to the sky.

"Li Jun, don't go too far!"

Yin Ji lowered his back, bent his knees slightly, and this time he took the initiative to rush out and pounced on Li Jun!

"I want to see how high the wall you two dogs can jump!"

Li Jun smiled coldly, put his hands together, and the knuckles clasped in his palms collided and connected, bursting out a sonorous and sharp sound, and what extended out was actually a long-lost embroidered spring knife that Li Jun had not seen for a long time.

"Old Li, this is specially prepared for you, not bad."

Li Hua, who was standing on the top of his head, was full of pride, squinting his eyes, holding his face high, and waiting for Li Jun's praise with his ears erect.

Li Jun smiled when he heard the words, raised his left thumb and raised it above his head.

At this moment, the piercing whistle was approaching in front of him.

Yin Ji leaped up, holding the axe in both hands, and chopped down!

"You don't know your own strength."

Li Jun looked at the two men's dirty black eyes with contempt, and held the knife in one hand and lifted it gently.

Clang!

There was a loud noise, as far away as a bell.

The axe wailed, and the huge body, which was as bright as quenched gold, was thrown high into the air, with fine wounds all over the body, blood spraying, and a miserable appearance.

Yin Ji fell heavily to the ground, rolling uncontrollably, his back pressed against the blood mud on the ground, plowing a deep gully.

"Stand up."

The cold voice, with a bone-chilling chill, sounded above Yin Ji's head, who had not yet breathed a breath.

Clang!

The knife light fell straight down, and Yin Ji turned to the side in embarrassment, barely avoiding the blade.

With his elbows pressed on the ground, Yin Ji just supported himself, and another sharp edge chopped his head!

Clang!

Yin Ji half-knelt on the ground, and the Xiuchun blade cut a string of dazzling sparks on the axe that was blocked, splitting the axe in the middle.

"Stand up."

Yin Ji's lips moved, but before he could say anything, a powerful knee strike hit his face.

Yin Ji rolled back and flew four or five feet away. His golden body was shattered, like withered yellow leaves scattered on the ground. There was no blood flowing in his collapsed face, and the piled up skin and flesh were like dehydrated cotton wool, hanging limply on his body.

The pupil of the remaining single eye was dilated, and the blurred vision was raised blankly.

Li Jun stopped ten feet away from Yin Ji, lowered his head slightly, and his bare body exuded the oppression of an ancient giant beast, and also like a Tongtian Mountain standing on the plateau.

As the former leader of the country and the ninth lord of the East Palace, Yin Ji felt such powerlessness and dejection for the first time. Absolute suppression and absolute gap made it seem like there was a gap between him and Li Jun. One step back would lead to an abyss.

The reason why he hadn't died yet was not because of the strong recovery ability of this Jichang, but because the man in front of him didn't want him to die so easily. He was going to torture him slowly.

Step!

The slight sound of footsteps was like a thunderbolt exploding in Yin Ji's mind.

"Yin Ji, what do you want to do?!"

The equally depressed Lingjia Po suddenly screamed.

Puff!

Yin Ji's right hand penetrated into his head, and his wrist turned, as if he was looking for something in a piece of rotten flesh and blood.

At the same time, the golden body fragments scattered on the ground quietly turned into flowing water and drilled into the wound on Yin Ji's body.

"What do I want to do? You might as well ask yourself what you want to do."

Yin Ji's hoarse voice came from his chest: "Aren't you going to betray me too?"

"Can you survive if you betray me?!"

Linga Po stretched his head forward with a ferocious expression, baring his teeth, and was actually going to bite the arm that was inserted into his head.

"So, let's each seek a way to survive!"

Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they fly away when disaster strikes.

The two people who were born together and have intertwined interests should be closer than husband and wife, but now they are like mortal enemies, desperate to kill each other.

Puff!

Golden spikes kept piercing out of Yin Ji's kneeling body, blinding his eyes, piercing his throat, and piercing his heart.

Yin Ji turned a blind eye to all this, unmoved, and tore his head apart by himself.

Li Jun stopped, covered his head with his left hand, and looked at the horrifying scene in front of him indifferently.

Kneel down and beg for mercy from the strong, and use knives and axes on the weak.

Yin Ji and Lingjia Po are actually the same kind of people. The former is committed to the East Palace, and the latter is dealing with various Buddhist sects. The former uses the aboriginals as fields, and the latter uses believers as slaves.

In order to survive, they can do whatever it takes and use everything around them.

When in danger, they can also decisively betray anyone except themselves.

This fratricide did not last too long. The golden light leaking from Yin Ji's body gradually dissipated, and the ferocity in Lingjia Po's face suddenly solidified, and the madness in his eyes was fixed into strong despair and unwillingness.

Puff!

Yin Ji pulled out a piece of wisdom root that was still twisting from his head and grabbed it tightly with both hands.

He knelt forward two steps, and raised his tattered arms high.

"Lord Gejun, this is Lingapo's true form. As long as we bring her back to the Sangyan Sacred Mountain, with my help, Concubine Yuan Ming will be able to eliminate all hidden dangers and successfully advance to the second rank."

Perhaps in order to make himself look more sincere, Yin Ji struggled with all his strength, and it took a long time to form a new face on his rotten head.

There are droopy eye bags, wrinkled face, trembling black lips, and yellow and empty eyeballs under the gray hair. The expression is frightened and full of flattery.

"Please give me a chance. I really don't want to die. Please give me a way to live."

Li Jun frowned slightly, the fierce flames in his eyes did not diminish, but the tip of the Xiuchun knife in his hand was already touching the ground.

Although he wanted to kill the other party, Yuan Mingfei's safety was obviously more important.

Concubine Yuan Ming's promotion was not as smooth as she had shown, otherwise she would not have come here to find Lin Jiapo in exchange for her life.

"Are you really afraid?"

Li Jun, who was about to speak, turned his head when he heard the sound and saw Yuan Mingfei's illusory figure floating next to him.

"Should I call you Tianshi Yinji, or Sangyan Buddha Lin Jiapo?"

"I am Yin Ji, Lin Jiapo is dead, already dead!"

Yin Ji rolled his knees and raised the piece of wisdom root towards Concubine Yuan Ming.

"How dare I lie to you? You believe me. I am the only one who can help you now. Otherwise, you will not be promoted and you will die."

"Ling Jiapo, is death really that terrible?"

Concubine Yuan Ming slowly knelt down and looked calmly at the begging face in front of her.

"Can I force you to the point where you don't even have any dignity?"

"Isn't death terrible?"

Yin Ji or Lin Jiapo looked steadily at Concubine Yuan Ming, the pleading in their eyes gradually disappeared, and the hidden anger surged up again.

"You're not afraid, just because it's not you who is dying now!"

Lin Jiapo said in a ferocious voice: "Concubine Yuan Ming, this is your only chance to share the Buddha's Second Order with me. I can promise you to return this plateau to these people."

Concubine Yuan Ming shook her head gently, "No need."

"Need not?"

Lin Jiapo was startled, and then she screamed in embarrassment: "Don't regret it!"

"In the next life, don't be a Buddha again. Lin Jia Po, you are not worthy."

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it"

The corners of Lin Jiapo's eyes kept twitching, and she suddenly laughed loudly. The veins in her hands popped out, and she tried to crush the wisdom root.

Li Jun's eyes narrowed, and the light of his sword suddenly rose, cutting off Lin Jiapo's two arms first.

But after twisting a few times, the wisdom root that fell into the blood completely lost all vitality.

Seeing this scene, Li Jun's face became extremely ugly.

However, Concubine Yuan Ming seemed to have foreseen this outcome and stood up calmly.

"Concubine Yuan Ming, if I become a ghost, you can't become a Buddha. I'm waiting for you in reincarnation! Come down in front of you and let's decide the outcome!"

"Fuck you!"

The sharp tip of the knife went straight into Lin Jiapo's eyebrow!

But at this moment, the head suddenly jerked to one side and dodged Li Jun's blade by a hair.

Li Jun raised his brows, and the blade fell down, slashing into his shoulder, tearing flesh and bones, and slid down all the way.

Phew!

A pair of jagged palms firmly grasped the falling edge!

"Don't kill me, don't kill me."

The old man's throat burst out again with a cry for mercy, and this time it was Yin Ji's voice!

"I can help you deal with Donghuang Palace, I can help you deal with Zhang Xiji, yes, and Zhang Fengyue, they are all your enemies, they will not let you go!"

Li Jun's body was full of violent flames, he stepped on Yin Ji's chest, the blade rubbed against the bones, he pulled it out, and he aimed at the neck and struck it down.

Gudong

Yin Ji's head rolled twice on the ground, his eyes rolled upwards, his dark pupils reflecting the cold light that suddenly appeared again.

puff!

The sharp edge was like a spear, piercing Yin Ji's head. Li Junyang raised the knife and twisted his wrist, shattering the bones and flesh together.

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It's finally over.

The mud swallows the smelly blood, and gorgeous flowers bloom quietly in the mud.

Li Jun suppressed his annoyance and turned around silently, looking at Concubine Yuan Ming with a smile on her face.

"Aunt"

Li Hua grabbed the corner of her clothes, pursed her lips, and cried out.