Help! This savior is too stupid!

Chapter 593 Death of the God General

A blind man without eyeballs looked at the painter like a dog.

For some reason, the painter felt a nameless anger in his heart, and his anger reached its peak at this moment.

He rushed forward, and actually grabbed the tip of the sword with his hand, and pulled it forward a section!

Zhang Wufa's wound instantly expanded, and blood spurted out, flowing more than ten times faster.

The hot blood splashed on the painter's face, his expression was twisted and hideous, and he roared in his throat,

"Why do you look down on me? Ah? Zhang Wufa! Why do you look down on me?"

"Yes, I am a dog for others, but how good are you? You blind guy, aren't you a dog for the Pure Land? A joke!"

"What qualifications do you have to say that about me? We are all dogs! Dog bites dog!"

Half of the painter's face was splashed with blood spots, and his hands were full of blood. When he was excited, he even rushed over and bit Zhang Wufa's neck, tearing off a piece of flesh and blood!

At this moment, he was like an out-of-control beast, venting his anger to everything around him.

Obviously, the painter was different from before.

He lost his calmness and calculations in the past, because in the face of absolute power, these things no longer worked. After being crushed by absolute power, his mentality had collapsed.

At the same time, in order to gain power, he also paid a painful price, and this part of the price happened to affect his character.

"Not only will I kill you, not only can I kill you, but after you die, I will take away your forbidden land of death, force Zhang Taiping to be the next Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, and then let Zhang Taiping lead Longhu Mountain to destruction together!"

"You will die in my hands, and Longhu Mountain, which you have protected for a lifetime, will also die in my hands, and even the Pure Land... will perish!"

"After your blood is drained, I will chop off your head, peel off your skin, and dismantle your bones!"

"I will chop your flesh into pieces and capture everyone you love. Believe me, I am more cruel than you think..."

In addition to madness, there is also cruelty on the painter's face.

Looking at Zhang Wufa, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, the painter knew that he was the ultimate winner.

"What else do you want to say? Just say it!"

"I want to see how long you can keep your mouth shut!"

After venting, the painter's mood was obviously calmer.

He knew that his performance just now was very clownish, but he had no choice. Now, any fluctuation of his mood would be infinitely magnified, and the best way was to have an attack on the spot.

Once the emotions are suppressed, the painter will face bigger problems.

Zhang Wufa's lips moved slightly, and with his last breath, he said calmly,

"You won't understand such things as being a human being."

In the painter's eyes, everyone is a dog, even the gods are just dogs in the Pure Land.

Since they are all dogs, what is the difference between being a dog in the Pure Land and being a dog outside the domain?

The painter's only thought is to sell himself for a good price!

Now that the four emperors are gone and the Pure Land is empty, the painter, who has two venerables behind him, immediately killed back to the Pure Land.

According to the instructions of the venerables, the painter easily found Zhang Wufa and successfully ambushed and killed him.

Everything... went a little too smoothly.

Looking at Zhang Wufa, who had bled dry and was completely out of breath, the painter did not move the sword, but looked around.

He knew that Zhang Wufa did not fight back immediately after being attacked, but fled to Song Chi's side. There must be a reason for Zhang Wufa.

What he said at the beginning seemed to be introducing the situation, but in fact, it was indeed introducing the situation.

Behind the painter stood two venerables, the Undying Venerable and the Blood Venerable!

Pure Land could not stop him from doing what he was going to do!

Even if Han Chan came today, the painter would still say this!

In fact, the painter was a little looking forward to Han Chan appearing in front of him quickly, only in this way could he use that thing...

The surrounding environment did not change at all.

The painter did not touch the sword, and even did not dare to touch Zhang Wufa's body, and turned to leave.

The next moment, the sky turned red.

That's right, the blue sky suddenly turned bright red, as red as blood.

And the ground under the painter's feet was as black as ink.

There was a clear distinction between heaven and earth.

The painter looked towards the horizon, where a Buddha figure appeared.

"Amitabha."

The First Ksitigarbha Buddha sang and looked at the painter from a distance, but did not make any more moves.

It was only a moment that Zhang was attacked, and the other top masters of the Pure Land knew it immediately.

Ksitigarbha has the responsibility to defend the land.

The Emperor of Heaven is not here, and the little monk has to guard this home, so he came, and not only came, but also took over Song Chi.

At this moment, trapping the painter in this world is the work of the First Ksitigarbha, but that's all.

The First Ksitigarbha can only guarantee that the battle here will never affect the outside world.

His sequence ability is related to the domain, and his own cultivation is not high.

Going to the earth system engraving path is too costly. If you go for a long time, the Pure Land will be empty, and the First Ksitigarbha will also be distracted...

Today's Pure Land is like a fine porcelain, held in someone's hand and thrown into the air, doing all kinds of juggling moves. If you are not careful, the porcelain will fall to the ground, and you will lose everything.

Facing the painter who has returned with great force, even the First Dizang can only do this much. If he wants to kill him, he needs to rely on others.

"Hey, isn't this the First Dizang who is afraid of pain?"

The painter said angrily, "Ksitigarbha has died so many times, why didn't I see you die?"

"Or is your life more valuable? Everyone else can die, but you can't die? Oh, I forgot, Ren Jie is also dead, and so is Chun Chen. When are you going to die?"

Faced with the painter's provocation, First Place felt calm and said calmly,

"My life depends on this."

"If you want it, come and get it yourself."

He is on the horizon, and as we all know, the horizon is a place that can be seen but cannot be reached.

The painter knew that he could not kill the First Ksitigarbha in this place, and he had no intention of taking action against the First Ksitigarbha for the time being.

"Little monk, if there is nothing else, I will go kill other generals..."

With that said, the painter gestured to leave.

When he returns to the Pure Land this time, his most important task is to kill as many divine generals as possible!

Although, so far in the Pure Land, all the divine generals have had little chance to play, and their presence seems to be very weak.

However, for some unknown reason, the Immortal Lord regarded the divine generals as the greatest threat. The task given to the painter was to return to the Pure Land and kill all the divine generals...

Of course, there are some arrangements involved here. For example, the seventh divine general must not only kill, but also pass the position to Zhang Taiping. As for why this is done, the artist is not clear.

The painter did not intend to waste time here with the First Ksitigarbha. He opened it casually, just like opening a painting, and was about to leave.

The next moment, he was forced back.

A knife blocked his way.

Xue Ye, with a rosy face and holding a knife in one hand, stopped in front of the painter.

"Let you go?"

Just after killing the divine general, do you want to leave in style?

In the Pure Land, there is no such truth.

"Oh? I didn't go to you, but you came to me instead..."

The painter stretched his neck and shouted,

"Come! Come! Cut me to death. I want to see how many more strikes you can make!"

"One knife? Two knifes?"

"I have enough life to waste on you!"

Looking at the arrogant painter, Xue Ye held the knife but did not take action, as if waiting for something.