The bull's head raised his head slightly, and the demonic body with the bull's head and human body was indifferent and expressionless. There was really a trace of eternal and ruthless divine energy.

The main entrance of the Red Mansion opened silently, and a sacrifice Buddha, like a mummy, appeared under the moonlight.

He was wearing a human skin robe, long tassels hanging from his Vairocana cap, and applied the twisted six-character mantra with black dirty blood. The magical instruments made of human bones were held in his hands. Four dry arms emerged from the spine behind him, and two fists-sized heads emerged from behind his ears.

Faxin clasped his hands together and sneered, "The appearance of the Great Wheel King! You made a Buddha statue, but you can't be a Buddha!"

The swordsman Luo Sen pulled out another knife that was slightly longer behind his back. The knife was longer than the Miao Knife and had a larger curve. This strange long sword was held by his right hand and naturally hanged downwards, with the tip of the knife only one minute from the ground.

Luo Sen now had no magic power, and it looked like he was just a mortal in a strange knife-holding posture.

"White sword technique!"

The mummy in front of him slowly spoke, "Is it the remnant of the Qi family army of the Ming Dynasty? No... You mortals shouldn't have lived that long! Moreover, with human sword skills, it's okay to kill the little ghost!"

"How can the sword be cut off the Buddha?"

Luo Sen slowly lifted the knife, and his left hand also held the handle of the knife. The long knife was raised over his head, and his body bowed slightly...

Faxin's face was a little strange. He looked up at his back and felt that the body wrapped in Shan Wenjia under his clothes was a bit strange and thin.
Chapter completed!