[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

"But brother, the atmosphere of this monastery..."

"Isn't there something wrong?"

Zong San pulled out the knife from his palm, and split the oncoming sneak attack monster in half, and then the monster fell to the ground, turning into two halves of white paper.

"Isn't this the shikigami used by onmyojis?" Zong San picked up the human-shaped piece of paper and roughly put it together, "The source of spiritual energy is human beings, heh, they will never fall behind in fighting among themselves."

He tore up the paper again, and then picked out the lock on the gate of the monastery with a knife.

Sure enough, the lock was a good one, and it disappeared after a light touch. Jiang Xue followed Zong San into the monastery, and frowned when he saw the fallen corpses on both sides of the road.

The owner of this monastery chatted with him very well on the Internet, otherwise he would not have deliberately taken advantage of this opportunity to arrange the other party, maybe it was the guidance of fate, when they came to encounter such a rare thing, The semicircular barrier of the main hall not far away is crumbling, and the shikigami who attacked Zongsan just now are hitting the barrier.

"Do you want to start?"

Zong San didn't want to get an answer to his question, he dragged the tip of his knife slowly on the ground, and drew a straight line: "Brother, you just need to help out in the back."

This arrangement was exactly what Jiang Xue wanted. He twirled the beads and muttered something.

However, Tai Dao is also held in his hand. If he doesn't take the initiative to make a move, it doesn't mean that he will be helpless when he encounters danger.

There is no suspense about the battle on Zongsan's side. If the person who manipulates these shikigami appears, there may be a possibility of a war. It's just that the people behind the scene saw Zongsan's posture of cutting melons and vegetables, and the one behind him also carried The person with the knife seems to have no combat power, but just in case.

Waving his sleeves angrily, he released all the shikigami at once. Anyway, they are all mass-produced ordinary types. Even if they are killed, they will not feel any distress. Even the undead will disgust them to death.

"Big brother."

"clear."

The two brothers have a tacit understanding. What they want to seize is this moment. As long as the other party reveals a little bit of behavior, the two of them will definitely be able to pinch each other's tail and make them have nowhere to escape.

Jiang Xue appeared in front of the people in the dark in the blink of an eye. Zong San followed closely and chopped off the shikigami that had not yet fully formed. Snow-white pieces of paper were scattered all over the place, and the hearts of those who saw this scene accelerated .

Unfortunately, it was discovered.

"In addition to being discovered, there may be death."

It seems that in order to create less killing scenes in front of Jiang Xue, facing this real human being, he did not directly use the method of slashing with the knife as before. The other party fainted, Jiang Xue looked at the pieces of paper on the ground, and silently recited a Buddha's name.

It can be considered safe to send them on the road.

"Brother, don't you still want to borrow Buddhist scriptures, let's go now."

Zong San stepped on the road paved with pieces of paper, and the person who knocked unconscious just now was held in his hand that was not holding the knife: "We have to go to Xiao Ye after borrowing the book, too much time is wasted here."

The word too much time only refers to Zongsan's personal thoughts. In fact, only 10 minutes have passed now, and these 10 minutes are the road to hell for those who are struggling to support the enchantment in the main hall. When their barrier was completely split from the outside, the people inside showed desperate expressions.

"Excuse me, are the netizens of big brother here?"

Zongsan said the words of interruption very politely, even with a slight smile on his lips in order to make them relax: "I have already dealt with the shikigami outside, and I have caught the person who ordered the shikigami. Do you want to handle it yourself or leave it to me to solve it together?"

From despair to hope is only a few words, when Jiang Xue also walked into the main hall, these people finally let go of their hearts.

Compared with Zongsan who was full of cruelty, Jiang Xue gave people an extremely calm feeling. After seeing his expressionless face and the Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist, his frightened nerves finally relaxed.

"It's great that there were no casualties."

It's just that the few people with spiritual power who can maintain the barrier are fine. Most of the fallen corpses outside are ordinary people without spiritual power. Zong San can see clearly, but he chose to keep his mouth shut and go out. When people saw the knife in his hand, they couldn't help showing a frightened expression.

Normal humans can be really annoying.

After complaining a little, Zong San put the knife into his palm, and gave the man who was carrying it another hard slap on the back of the neck, preventing him from waking up when he wasn't paying attention.

Zongsan took out the shikigami medium that he hadn't had time to summon from the man's arms.

The thing that is placed close to the body is always the best. This is an eternal truth. Zongsan looked at the fiery red teardrop-shaped crystal, felt the surging spiritual power of fire in it, and wondered if he could be like an onmyoji call out.

But fire, what a disgusting thing.Zong San spent three seconds thinking about whether he should summon,

Forget it, it's not my thing anyway, and it's okay if it breaks.

With such an irresponsible thought, Zong San put the crystal in the palm of his hand, chanted the summoning words he thought of just now, and threw the fire to the ground a second before the flames rose.

Born in the fire is a red-haired man, with a white ribbon wrapped around him, and the flamboyant spiritual power falling on the ground seems to be able to splash sparks, he seems to surrender to the summoned person and kneels on the ground , but Zong San felt the secret murderous intent coming towards him, which made his eyes turn red.

"To be honest, I am quite dissatisfied with the battle just now."

Slowly pulling out the knife, Zong San threw the scabbard into the door, and asked Jiang Xue to keep it for him for now.

"And the look in your eyes, I don't like it very much."

Is it possible that it is one of the unique attributes of the local gods to regard human life as worthless?

"I'm sorry to have summoned you out. I don't know how to send you back, but if I kill you and make you disappear completely, it can be regarded as sending you a ticket home."

Jiang Xue was kneeling on the ground and talking to netizens when she felt the wind whistling behind her. He caught the scabbard coming from behind under the surprised eyes of the person opposite, and put it on his knee.

"Don't worry, my brother is just having fun."

He lowered his eyes and was not at all inconceivable by the explosion of spiritual power outside. For him, it was impossible for Zongsan to die in battle. Instead of worrying about this, he begged this netizen to hurry up and make an agreement He took out the Buddhist scriptures and asked him to copy them. He felt the same as Zong San when he went to see Xiao Ye.

"Does it really matter?"

Through the window, netizens saw the scene in the yard like a red lotus purgatory, with burning flames flying in the air, just staying on the edge of the battlefield can feel the rushing heat, not to mention the indiscriminate broadcast The murderous aura made the scalp numb and the base of the tongue weak, and it was extremely difficult to say every word.

"It seems that you are very uncomfortable."

Jiang Xue realized later that he seemed to have overestimated his ability as a netizen. After thinking about it, he simply released his spiritual power roughly, covering the entire space.

"Is this okay?"

It is simply a wonderful spiritual power that can lift the spirit. The way of using it is a bit crude, but this purity is not like the existence that this world should have. With the guarantee of the 60-year life of the master of the temple, he is only here. Ji Xiaolu Shiqing, the leader of Yin-Yang Dao a long time ago, saw it in Shiqing, but with the incident four years ago, the existence belonging to Ji Xiaolu was completely erased by the joint efforts of all parties.

"Daoguang, go and get the Buddhist scriptures."

The master of the temple gave instructions to his eldest son who was sitting behind him.

"Father." The eldest son named Daoguang showed hesitation. His eyes moved to the Buddhist scriptures placed in the center of the altar. His life would be taken away, and it would be impossible for these two people to come to rescue him.

"Didn't you hear me?"

The master of the temple simply stood up and took down the Buddhist scriptures, and placed them in front of Jiang Xue. He seemed ashamed of the eldest son's hesitation, and he also carried this feeling in his actions.

"The grace of saving life cannot be repaid. This Buddhist scripture is given to you as a gift. Thank you for your assistance today."

"Don't be so troublesome."

Jiang Xue took out a small notebook and a pen from the urinal, and he has also developed the same method since he saw that the gods often do this. Compared with recording on the optical brain, Jiang Xue with some old ideas is also more He likes the physical touch, and when transcribing, he can feel the peace of mind.

"I'm just here to make a copy."

The sound of fierce fighting outside did not affect Jiang Xue's movements. He had a calm posture, and the black square characters fell on the paper one by one, bringing out his personal temperament horizontally and vertically, and this tranquility also affected the inside of the main hall. They also fell silent, watching Jiang Xue's moving wrist, the shock they had received before gradually calmed down.

What an amazing ability.

The owner of the monastery is so emotional. He is already sixty years old and his acceptance of the Internet is very average. He spends most of his time discussing it on a special website. One of the best netizens, after all, not everyone is patient, sent a reply today, and will receive a reply tomorrow.

Obviously they are using modern technology, but they abruptly created the feeling of sending letters to each other in the past.

"Is the person outside your younger brother? What an amazing fighting posture."

Seeing Jiang Xueluo make the last stroke, the eldest son had the courage to break the tranquility. He would always be distracted by the two people outside the window. It is the focus of his attention, and his smooth fighting style looks pleasing to the eye.

"My brother's name is Zongsan Zuowen."

Jiang Xue gave a brief introduction. He put the notebook and pen back in the pocket, picked up the scabbard on his knee and walked to the door: "Zongsan, I'm done here."

"Brother, you've got it done."

The tip of the knife in Zongsan's hand fluttered, and the traces drawn were like the brush in the hands of a painter, twisting a beautiful picture scroll in the jump of flames: "I am impatient to wait."

Hearing Zong San's words, the face of the god general Hong Lian who had been fighting with him for a long time immediately darkened, and the heat of the flames escalated, as if even the ground could be burned.

"Then let's make a quick decision?"

"It seems a bit slow, so let's end in one minute."

During the battle, his clothes were burned to tatters by the flames. Now Zongsan's upper body was half exposed, but compared with the general opposite, he didn't leave a single wound, and even the blade that directly touched the flames was as clean as new.

"do you need my help?"

Jiang Xue's knife was out of its sheath, and he was ready to fight.

"Brother, hurry up and relocate where Xiaoye is."

Zong San smiled wantonly, and rushed straight into the flames.