I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 93 Chapter 094 Stealing (4 More)
Zhao Min stood on the field.

The surrounding area became much quieter in an instant. Zhao Ji's ability to kill Tu Meng with a single blow was too frightening.

This disciple Zhao Ji has his hole cards, it doesn't make sense, the other disciple doesn't.

Not as good as Tumon, not everyone can go to death calmly.

But they were unwilling to let their group see Li Ye.

While the others were still at a loss, an old monk stepped out from among the monks, his steps were either frivolous or heavy, his face was full of years of wind and frost, and wrinkles formed gullies on his cheeks.

It seemed that the next moment, he would die of old age on the spot.

"Let the old monk come to learn the nobleman's brilliant moves, please."

As he said that, he saw that he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and a surge of blood energy surged in his body, forcing the silent blood energy in his body to be stimulated, restoring his body to a youthful state.

Blood is like a rainbow.

The blood was rushing through his body, and there was a faint roar of a dragon and a tiger, like thunder and thunder.

The age spots receded from his body, and his skin became much tenderer. At the same time, the bulging muscles made people feel strong at a glance.

Unknowingly, there were thick dark clouds in the sky, covering the sun that was setting in the west, and the sky and the earth couldn't help but feel a little oppressed.

Zhao Min looked at the lama sitting on the ground with overdrawn vitality, a little puzzled.

"bring it on."

Seeing that Zhao Min didn't make a move for a long time, the old monk urged him.

Once he is overdrawn, once he passes this peak period, what is left for him is death, and he doesn't want to waste this time.

Zhao Min glanced at the old monk, then at the scattered monks and nuns, and took a slow breath.

She has self-awareness.

With his own strength, it was impossible for her to deal with this old monk, and there was no need to think about delaying it. If she didn't make a move, she didn't doubt that the old monk would kill her.

It's cold.

Zhao Min put her hand on her saber, and the sword intent in her body was attached to her saber.

A scene similar to Zhao Ji's, but the old monk did not sit still, but pinched the Dharma seal with both hands and quickly closed them.

The mammoth blood energy seemed to condense the vision of a dragon and a tiger fighting outside the body, let out a monstrous roar, and moved towards the black knife with a wild aura.

The vision disappeared in a flash.

But the violent wind that was set off as a result made the field look like a typhoon passing through, leaving a mess.

Zhao Min, who retreated immediately, didn't suffer too many injuries, and just retreated repeatedly.

After the dust cleared, the figure of the old monk was revealed.

He seemed to be skinny, without any flesh and blood, but there was a faint smile on his face.

clack.

Footsteps sounded, and five old monks-in-law walked onto the stage, that is, old monks who had no influence on the grassland but had a high reputation.

"My lord, please also call your respected teacher to meet him, I would like to communicate with him."

An old monk said.

Just when Zhao Min was about to open his mouth, a large wave of unknown matter surged from a distance, seemingly empty and real, with some kind of will active on it, and when they passed through everyone's perception, they groaned.

The saber trembled.

"what?"

Suddenly, everyone present heard the sound of heavy footsteps, as if they were stepping on the apex of people's hearts.

"If you want to see me, why ask?"

The trembling became more and more intense, until at a certain zero point, the knife light flickered.

Swish swish.

The knives flew up from the original owner's scabbard. There were at least a hundred of them, lined up on both sides at equal distances, pointing upwards, as if welcoming someone's arrival.

No one went to calculate carefully, they were all indulging in surprise.

"Is this the way to dominate the sword?"

someone asked excitedly.

The scene in front of him was too astonishing.

With the sound of footsteps, everyone seemed to feel that an existence higher than their life level was approaching.

Taking a closer look, it was a figure shrouded in black mist.

Every time the wailing human faces danced, some black air would seep out, as if they were attacking the ground.

"What a heavy resentment. Gather the thoughts of all living beings and burn them to forge yourself. You are already walking the path of Shura, the great demon, the great demon in the world."

The old monk bears the Dharma seal.

From the black mist, he felt a power similar to the power of incense, but this kind of resentment entangled people, which made people feel unknown.

The practice of will has far exceeded the imagination of these lamas. They thought that the realm recorded in the classics is illusory, and only the legendary Buddha and Bodhisattva can do it.

seeing is believing.

Now that some people have legendary power, how can they not be shocked.

"I'm here, I want to see how qualified you are to communicate with me."

Walking along the path lined up by the knife, the knife fell from Li Ye's back without stepping over the knife, and a strange air flow flew out from the knife.

Flying into the black mist, at the same time, under the guidance of the black mist, the airflow transformed into the face of the knife owner, which was extremely distorted, as if it had been subjected to some kind of torture and became distorted.

Everyone looked at everything in front of them and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva stimulated by the secretion.

"I'm dying?"

Suddenly, the owner of the knife felt as if he had lost some unknown substance, a gust of air flew out, his expression became dazed, and his body felt a little unwell, as if he had caught a cold.

This bad feeling magnified the fear in his heart, and he screamed out.

When everyone was terrified, the owner of the knife was just shouting that he was going to die, he was going to die.

Unexpectedly, he was still alive and kicking, and was slapped on the back of the head by the person next to him.

Snapped.

"Are you dead?"

Frightened by the people next to him, he was stunned for a while, and his heart was like a triple jump, from panic, to calmness, to anger.

Saying that he would die or not, his legs were so frightened that his legs were going weak.

In fact, the culprit of his fear was Li Ye, but it was obvious in comparison. Needless to say, he would definitely not be able to beat him, so he had no choice but to vent his fear on the acquaintance next to him.

"Not dead, not dead." The man was dumbfounded.

Ding ding ding.

The knife kept falling on the ground far away, but the sound of the falling was like a source of fear, which made people frightened.

Even gradually except for the owner of the knife, some people who were a little closer flew out the same airflow and merged into the spreading black mist environment that darkened the surroundings.

buzzing.

The monks were chanting sutras, and a strange aura emerged from them, exuding the light of purifying the world, as if they were purifying, driving away the filth from the black mist that shrouded them, and suddenly entered their backs.

Halos converge.

Gradually, a statue of a Bodhisattva, or an Arhat, or even a statue of the Heavenly King in the north gathered behind them, as if they had reached a certain state of mindfulness.

"what!"

Suddenly, a soldier in the distance bled to death from seven orifices, and wailed before dying.

"Haha, Buddhist cultivators, it seems that you have stolen my power, but you are still not strong enough. You killed someone so quickly and tried this power. How about it, do you want to have it?"

The black mist emitted by Li Ye still did not stop, but the speed of emission was no faster than the purification speed of Buddhas.

It even stopped the black mist from spreading, and faintly began to shrink.

"Not enough practice, temporarily affected by resentment, sin, sin." An old monk showed his compassionate image and murmured.

"Baby girl, why does Chong Ming seem to have become less human, this?"

Looking at this sudden change, Chahantmoor didn't know how to express his feelings better.

"It's all fake, it's an illusion. Of course, it may be real, unless his will is broken, and if he dies here, he will really die."

The moment the black mist appeared, Zhao Min returned to Chahantmoor's side. Her eyes were bright, and she stretched out her hand as if she wanted to grab it, but also seemed to have some insight.

Ding.

Another knife fell.

Li Ye remained expressionless, allowing the monks to steal the black mist that quenched his will.

There was not much knife path left behind, and he made his appearance on purpose.

As a well-informed member of the Keyboard Man, he has read all kinds of pretentious scenes, how could he not know how to increase the pretentiousness.

Until, when he stepped into the arena, his eyes fell to the monks who surrounded him faintly.

(End of this chapter)