Chapter 1: .

"What did you see?"
"The corpse is bloody."
"Why are you coming?"
"Killing people."
"Net Lin." The true Buddha looked down with grief. "Returning to the shore."
Net Lin looked up and diverged. His eyes were cold, the clothes were soaked in blood, and the swords were draped over the ground. There is no hope of blood around, and there are countless gods and Buddhas on the top of the head.
He said softly: "It’s late."
Net Lin stepped on the stage, and the three thousand ones in the cloud retreated. Every time he takes a step, he will take a step back. Everyone is facing his sorrow, he is a lonely person, but the gods in this world are enemies. He walked so slowly, as if he were ordinary, as if he was still known to Lin Songjun.
The Vatican Lotus Pond is smashed, and the smeared blood beads are turbid. The three thousand armies of the cloud will be in the lotus pond of Li Wei, holding a long gun and shouting, "Net Lin... Why are you doing this! After today, you will have no place to live. What are you?" Hate, what kind of grievances! Even if he is at fault, he should be handed over to the nine heavens. Why don't you open your mouth, why don't you open your mouth? You will always be so arrogant, you will be left to rebel. Net Lin -!"
Li Wei actually vomited and bleed, his eyes were red, his body was shaking, and he lost his voice.
"-Don't you live?"
Jing Lin has already embarked on the last stage. He seems to have pulled away his warmth elsewhere, and the rest is only cold. The Vatican is the face of the Buddha, and the people behind him are screaming in the same way. The people who cover the sky are all people, but none of them are side by side with him. His sword slammed on the ground and finally stopped.
A golden mang squatted in front of the Buddha, without a cover. The triple-printed Brahman chain is locked in layers, revealing a man who is closed inside, and looks like a peaceful sleep.
"You have committed a great crime, but you have to be stubborn." The true Buddha looked compassionate and looked at the net Lin. "The father is in front, you still don't want to put down the butcher's knife. You have to destroy your life's merits and do it." The father and the killer are willing to give up?"
If the net Lin Yi did not smell, the Yanquan sword turned over and swept away. The snoring of the crowds came to an abrupt end, and then the wind blew out from the green mans. For a time, all the people shook their faces, but the true Buddha could not stand.
"Net Lin." The true Buddha said kindly, "Let's listen to the life, and convert to the Vatican. Put down the butcher's knife and stand on the ground to become a Buddha."
The lotus blossoms are in full bloom, and the Buddha’s light shines. Three thousand kilograms in the clouds screamed and rushed. In the distance, the long bells on the nine-day platform are far away, and the goddess of love is like tears. However, seeing the net Lin does not retreat, the blue color is melted in the silver and silver, and the red blood is bursting. The clouds are paved with a layer of red glow, and the pharynx spring sword flashes like mercury. The turmoil disturbed the hearts of the people. Some of the gods covered their mouths and noses and retreated. They looked at Jinglin with horror and fear. I don’t know how Lin Songjun, who had been negligent in the past, suddenly became the of killing.
Wherever the net is, steps. He couldn't hear the dissuasion of others, and he had the golden heart in his eyes. The real Buddha seems to be sighing, but in his case it seems to be far away. When he passed by Li Wei, Li Wei raised his arm and resisted, but only his fingertips wiped the clothes of Jinglin. At the moment when Jinmang and Hongxia were interlaced, the two men became different roads.
"Net Lin -!" Li Wei suddenly sighed with grief, he climbed up and explored to chase. But his armor was pressed and he was seriously injured. I saw the back of the net Lin did not enter the Jin Mang, the real Buddha pointed, the pharynx spring sword burst into flames, the heavens and the earth were violently swayed by the strong winds, and the pharynx sword had already passed through the Brahma chain to take the man’s head. The next moment, no hope of blood and sea waves, the nine days and four monarchs are printed together, the cloud seems to be hit by a heavy blow, nine days of violent shocks.
The stars are gathering, the Sanskrit is rotating, and the golden mans form a hurricane. The crowds screamed and the net was surrounded. He had a wish, throwing the head of his hand to the next level and slowly looking back. Li Wei didn't know when she had burst into tears. Between this, she saw that Jing Lin had answered a word.
Don't you live?
Life is here, no need.
In the electric light stone fire, Li Wei saw the net smashing in the package, and even the blue fluorescent annihilation was also annihilated. From then on, there is no Lin Songjun. His old dust was gone with the wind, and even if there was no soil buried, it disappeared.