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Chapter 370 The First Battle of Death

The mountains and forests near Nanhai City.

The old monk was wearing a white robe, holding Buddhist beads, and his eyes were full of pity and compassion.

He stood in an open space in the forest. A breeze blew by, but it could not blow even a corner of his clothes.

Because he is a ghost, the wind of the mortal world cannot affect him.

Suddenly, the old monk's robes fluttered violently, making rustling sounds.

A black magic circle suddenly appeared on the ground, and a ghost whale howled as half of its head stuck out from the magic circle.

A hand stretched out from the mouth of the undead whale and roughly tore the mouth open.

Li Yang came out of the mouth of the undead whale and adjusted his clothes elegantly.

The old monk said:
“Donor, you shouldn’t ask about hunters.

There are too many things involved in being a hunter, and you cannot understand them now."

Li Yang raised his eyes that were flashing with black flames, stretched out his hand to summon dark thunder, and killed the old monk.

The old monk put his hands together, and the rosary in his hands and the robes on his body floated upwards as if they had lost gravity.

He muttered something, and a golden Buddha light shield formed instantly.

The thunder summoned by Li Yang couldn't break the old monk's defense!
Li Yang frowned slightly.

He has the talent of Hell Spell, which allows him to simulate any spell he has ever seen.

Therefore, even if he does not have a talent for thunder, he can still use thunder because he has seen Zhang Xiaoyi's thunder technique.

However, his magic of imitating others was indeed too weak.

It’s okay to deal with some weak ones, but it’s still not enough to deal with the mysterious old monk in front of him.

The old monk shook his head and smiled:
“The sixth rank is indeed very strong, but Master Shi must know that there are differences between the sixth rank and the sixth rank.

In my past, I also suppressed a large number of top masters."

Li Yang said softly:
"So much nonsense."

The old monk said in a deep voice:
“I hope this battle can extinguish the donor’s greed!

If I can do this, I will have achieved a merit. . . . . "

The old monk couldn't continue speaking halfway through.

Li Yang didn't know when a simple black sickle appeared in his hand.

The moment the old monk saw the Grim Reaper's scythe, the indifference and fearlessness on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by intense horror.

He didn't know the origin of the Grim Reaper's scythe, but he could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in the Grim Reaper's scythe!
This is not a weapon, this sickle is a mystery, a rule!
This sickle represents death!
Li Yang swung his sickle, and a huge black light cut through the void, as if to cut off all life in the world!
The old monk did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and quickly withdrew and disappeared on the spot.

"Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom!"

Continuous explosion sounds were heard, like countless blasting shells exploding in the mountains!

The old monk looked back and saw that the mountain behind him had been neatly cut off!

His soul body kept flickering, which represented his inner unrest!
Li Yang swung the Grim Reaper's scythe again.

The old monk shouted angrily, chanting in Sanskrit.

The Buddha's light shield on his body continued to grow larger, emitting light as bright as the sun in the darkness!
The black light of the Grim Reaper's scythe collided with the old monk's Buddha light shield, and in the silent night, a sound like thunderous bells rang out.

The light was so bright that the trees in the mountains were shaken by the powerful force and the leaves fell one after another.

The old monk's eyes focused, he put his hands together, and Buddha's light burst out from his body, illuminating the entire forest like a sun!

His figure flashed, and he rushed towards Li Yang like a ghost. The Buddhist beads in his hand turned into golden streams of light and rushed towards Li Yang.

Li Yang snorted coldly and waved the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The black light and the Buddha's light kept colliding in the air, making loud noises, and the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests were frightened and fled in all directions.

In this battle, neither Li Yang nor the old monk concealed their strength.

The sleeping residents of the South China Sea were all awakened by the battle in the mountains.

This battle will definitely be recorded in the database of the Security Administration.

The old monk suddenly roared angrily, and all the Buddha's light in his body gathered in his hands, forming an extremely huge Buddha's hand.

The Buddha's hand slapped Li Yang hard with unparalleled power.

Li Yang chanted a spell.

Countless spells gathered and entangled on the Grim Reaper's scythe.

Endless death power permeated, and the real darkness eroded the light in the forest. Li Yang held the sickle in both hands to resist.

Although it seemed to be resisting, the terrifying dark force was rushing towards the Buddha's hand in the sky.

This is not a defensive measure, but a killing move!
"boom!"

After a loud bang, the Buddha's light disappeared, and the remaining power of death in the forest moved like dragons and snakes, telling who the winner of this battle was.

The old monk's soul was dim, like the light of a firefly. It was obvious that he had suffered a severe blow and had no strength to fight anymore.

Li Yang's breathing was disordered, and it was obvious that he had consumed too much.

With such consumption of mental and spiritual power, an ordinary person would have been drained long ago.

Li Yang breathed slightly, took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it.

The old monk is right, there is a gap between the sixth level and the sixth level.

The soul of the mysterious old monk was seriously injured and on the verge of disintegration, and the corners of Li Yang's clothes were slightly dirty.

The old monk raised his eyes and looked at Li Yang.

There was no resentment after defeat in the old monk's eyes, no embarrassment after speaking wildly, no fear of facing an invincible enemy, but instead a hint of admiration and relief.

"Amitabha."

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name and said:

"The donor won. The donor is indeed very strong."

Li Yang exhaled a puff of smoke quietly:
"So much nonsense."

I don't know how many times he has said this tonight.

The old monk smiled:
“That person chose two people with great luck and perseverance in this world.

The donor is one of them.

Originally, I supported the other one.

Now it seems that I was shortsighted. "

Li Yang finally heard useful words from the old monk. He raised his eyebrows:

"What do you mean?"

The old monk sat cross-legged on the ground, trying hard to solidify his soul and ensure that his soul would not disperse.

However, it's soon.

With the old monk's own abilities, he can only ensure that his soul will not disappear from this world for a short time.

He opened his mouth and said:

"I am not afraid of death, I should have died long ago.

The reason I am still alive is that I want to do something for this world.

I met the donor today and my wish was fulfilled.

Donor, please remember what I am going to say next."

Li Yang stopped saying that he "talked too much nonsense" and smoked quietly.

"Once upon a time, there was an organization that hid in the dark side of the world, always ready to show up and fix the world's loopholes."

The old monk's eyes sparkled:

"That organization is called the Hunter Guild."

Li Yang said nothing, his mind was spinning slowly.

It turns out that Hunter is an organization, an organization that repairs the world's holes.

So... what is the world's loophole?

The gleam in the old monk's eyes faded, leaving only boundless loneliness:

"The former Hunter's Guild... Hehehe...

Strictly speaking, the Hunter's Guild is an organization that does not belong to this era.

Of course, we actually existed in another era of this world.

The Hunter's Guild disappeared with that turbulent era, and those of us who were forgotten by that era are the homeless.

The homeless . . . . are those who have no way home.”

(End of this chapter)