What a shrewd character Huo Yuanzhen, he could easily see some clues from Hans's eyes.

However, this discovery made Huo Yuanzhen extremely angry.

"Persian leader, you are insulting me!"

Looking at the foreign Russian in front of him, Huo Yuanzhen's eyes erupted, and it was not easy to discuss the matter in depth. He simply raised his hand and said to Hans: "Pray to the gods you believe in, innate perfection!"

Although Hans was self-reliant and perfect, he did not dare to be careless about Huo Yuanzhen at all. In the last battle, the monk used a powerful move to penetrate his golden wheel, which was capable of hurting him.

As soon as the two fought, Huo Yuanzhen immediately felt that although Hans was injured, his innate and perfect strength still surpassed him. If there were no accidents, the battle would end in his own failure.

But Huo Yuan was not afraid of this Hans, and he had his own plans in his heart.

As soon as he got started, Huo Yuanzhen frequently attacked, and all the skills he had drawn from the system were used on Hans at this moment.

Because of his injury, Hans didn't want to fight Huo Yuanzhen head-on, not to mention that he saw the golden-eyed eagle circling in the sky. It would be unlikely that he would want to kill this monk. He had the capital to escape at any time.

All Hans's goal is to beat Huo Yuanzhen away and then run away by himself, so as not to be caught up by the old monk.

His tactics are quite reasonable, and his innate perfect recovery is strong. As long as the monk's internal strength is almost exhausted, he will not have the ability to fight again in a short time.

Huo Yuanzhen also understood what he meant, but Huo Yuanzhen also adopted a consumption tactic, without using the maximum strength, but each attack was very powerful, and it was very fast and consumed very much.

It is impossible to defeat Huo Yuan if he refuses to do his best. Both of them are just thinking. A crazy fast attack made the earth shake!

A huge mass of air with a diameter of nearly one meter was emitted from Huo Yuanzhen's hand, which was three parts of Yin and Yang energy!

Hans also used his super martial arts, shaking away the three-point Yin and Yang Qi with one palm. At the same time, he was also hit with a huge impact, and the injury was even worse. These three-point Yin and Yang Qi were not easy to deal with.

After Huo Yuanzhen issued this attack, his internal strength was almost exhausted. He didn't even look at Hans. He turned around and ran away.

With Changhong Guanri's light skills in his use, Huo Yuanzhen quickly fled far away and ran straight to Wuming.

Hans hesitated for a moment. When he saw Huo Yuan's speed, he knew that there was no hope of chasing, and he didn't dare to chase him too far. He simply turned around and ran westward.

His first purpose was to find a place to recover from his injuries first, and then return to Tianshan Mountain. He was confused about Mo Tianxie and others and came to Shaolin together.

In the sky, the golden-eyed eagle stared at Hans and always provided direction to Huo Yuanzhen.

Huo Yuan was really fast in Changhong's speed, and he returned to Wuming and the others in a while.

The four Persian fire messengers were completely subdued and left their acupoints in place.

Huo Yuanzhen nodded to them without saying a word. In the past, he used the Beiming Divine Art and directly absorbed the internal energy of a Holy Fire Envoy.

This situation is like taking Dabu Pills, Huo Yuanzhen's originally exhausted internal strength was instantly restored, and it also improved to a considerable extent.

After all, this Holy Fire Messenger is a master at the peak of the late stage of the innate stage, and each one is a tonic. After Huo Yuanzhen absorbed one of the internal forces, he felt that his Beiming Divine Art had taken a big step forward in the late stage of the innate stage of the innate stage.

After absorbing the internal strength of this person, Huo Yuanzhen chased after Hans directly in the direction of his escape.

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He vomited blood and Hans's body was shaking forward.

He could no longer fly or run, so he could only move his body slowly and move forward step by step.

One arm was broken, and several ribs were broken. There were more than a dozen scars of all sizes on the body.

He had never encountered such a situation, that despicable monk. He ran away every time until he almost lost his strength, and then he would catch up again after a while, and he would catch up with him in a lively manner.

The even more terrifying thing is that every time the monk comes back, his skills will improve.

On the contrary, Hans's internal strength was getting less and less and more tired as the monk consumed it time and time again.

The wounds on his body were constantly devouring his energy, blood, and even his soul.

Hans' eyes were already a little distracted.

He tried hard to observe the monk with his heavenly eyes and found that it was the fourth time that the monk had returned, and was no more than ten miles away from him. With his terrifying light skills, he would probably come to chase him again in a moment.

In the first three battles, he left scars all over his body. This fourth time, he would definitely not be able to survive.

From Persia to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Hans never thought that he would fall into this stage and would be defeated by a person who was not innate and perfect.

But this is the fact. Hans already knew what the monk was doing when he went back. He was using a strange skill to absorb the internal strength of the four holy fire messengers. Now the four holy fire messengers have become four ordinary people.

Hans had no ability to stop him, so he could only escape, but the huge bird in the sky had been observing him in the sky, leaving him with no way out.

No matter where he ran, the monk would quickly catch up with him and fight with him like a scoundrel until he exhausted his energy and physical strength, and he would eventually not escape from his palms.

Hans could no longer walk, and his blood had never stopped. He finally sat on the ground and looked up at the golden-eyed eagle circling in the sky.

"Maybe... shouldn't be here."

The storm of his hometown, the color of his hometown, the life of his hometown and his relatives, this moment is what Hans yearns for the most.

But he had no chance anymore. He could never return to Persia, nor to the country where the fragrance of fine wine was gone. Everything was gone without him.

The only thing he has now is dignity.

He can die, but what he cannot accept is death at the hands of a person who is not innate perfection. Such a result is an insult to him.

He didn't want to contribute his internal strength to the monk, so he had to make a choice.

Looking at Huo Yuanzhen who was rushing from behind again, a trace of sadness flashed in Hans's eyes and he whispered: "Shaolin monk, you won."

"Not bad! This time I am determined to win, and I will definitely win."

Huo Yuanzhen has no good feelings for this foreign disturber. He doesn't even have psychological pressure when dealing with Hans.

"You're wrong, you just won the present, won the battle, and it's an unfair battle."

Huo Yuanzhen's eyes were neither sad nor happy: "There is no fair in this world, and it has never been fair."

Hans opened his mouth and did not deny it. What Huo Yuanzhen said was right.

Seeing Hans's eyes, Huo Yuanzhen said: "The donor may have understood something, but this is the reality. You have entered the innate perfection and thought you were strong enough to travel thousands of miles to the prosperous Tang Dynasty. I don't ask what your intentions are, but there are no more things that you harm others with your martial arts. Have you ever considered fairness at that time?"

His eyes became a little indifferent, and Hans murmured to himself: "Yes, I haven't considered it."

"Isn't that all, fair things have never really existed. If the donor has some understanding, then I will tell you a fair place."

"where?"

A hint of hope flashed in Hans's eyes. He felt from Huo Yuanzhen's words that he seemed to have hope of living.

"If the donor has read the Buddhist scriptures of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, then you should know one place, which is the Pure Land of My Buddha."

"Primage World?"

"Yes, the flowers bloom on the other side. If the donor can pass through the river of seven emotions and six desires, he can go to the other side and go to the Pure Land to see where there is no sorrow or joy, no desire or demand. I hope you can live happily."

A trace of grey appeared in Hans's eyes: "Do you think I don't know anything? If you go to the Pure Land, you will die."

"The Pure Land is just to give you a hope. I hope that when you go to the Pure Land, you won't be so scared and lonely. But if you go to the Pure Land or go to hell, it is not something that I can know. I can do it, just give you a ride."

Huo Yuanzhen has said enough of this, and he also expressed his meaning. This Hans must die, and the hidden dangers of innate perfection must not be kept.

Moreover, this is a leader. He will never easily believe in Buddhism. He is the kind of person who is basically unsuccessful. Instead of doing this, it is better to give him one.

Unexpectedly, the Hans waved his hand: "No need, I know the way there."

After hearing Hans' words, Huo Yuan really had a premonition that Hans was going to commit suicide.

But how could Huo Yuanzhen let Hans die easily? He hurriedly used the acupuncture point in the air to try to stop him.

The seriously injured Hans was not a vegetarian. He easily avoided Huo Yuanzhen and pointed in the air, then sneered: "I want to die in the congenital perfection, but you can't stop him."

After saying that, Hans suddenly stiffened his body and sat cross-legged on the ground and stopped moving.

Huo Yuanzhen closed his eyes slightly, and he could see that without going over. Hans had clearly cut off his heart and his soul returned to the underworld.

Unfortunately, the leader of the Persian Holy Sect, a congenital and perfect super master, is now falling in Henan, and is forced to commit suicide, and there is no room for counterattack.

However, Huo Yuanzhen, who caused this incident, sighed deeply. Firstly, he sighed at the departure of such a master, and secondly, he felt sorry for Hans' strong internal strength. If he could absorb it, the Beiming Divine Art would probably be perfect!
Chapter completed!