Chapter 770: Kill whoever you want to kill!

Chapter 770: Kill whoever you want to kill!

Chapter 770: Kill whoever you want to kill!
Many years ago, when Wen Rui was rubbing out gunpowder firearms, he also wanted to shout to the monks: "Eat shit!"

It’s a pity that ideals are full and reality is very skinny. Gunpowder-driven firearms with small caliber can’t even break the skin of a person in the foundation-building period.

Only the high-temperature molten metal jet produced by the explosion of the rocket launcher can pose a certain threat to the monks. Unfortunately, the rocket launcher flies too slowly and is cut down by a flying sword before it hits the target.

After so many years of accumulated technological progress, it was not until the successful development (copycat) of the high-energy cosmic ray emitter that it was truly declared that technological weapons made of ordinary iron had a lethal effect on cultivators below the Golden Immortal level.

The most amazing thing is that high-energy cosmic rays are emitted at the speed of light. As long as the aim is accurate, it is difficult for physical cultivators to successfully dodge them with their agility.

What's more, the ray gun that Wen Rui gave to Princess Meadow has an automatic vector steering correction function at the muzzle. It can avoid manual aiming but cannot avoid AI correction of the trajectory.

One shot, one immortal, finally the dream came true.

At this point, the times have truly changed, just like the armored heavy cavalry knights who have been training hard since childhood finally met their destined musketeers. The gods and Buddhas only talk about the principles of heaven and Buddhism, but when they encounter the truth in the hands of mortals, they will be struck by lightning if they pretend to be cool.

No matter how you change, I can break it with just one shot.

The powerless female student got a GM weapon with no recoil, whose ammunition comes from the cosmic microwave energy reactor, in other words, unlimited bullets and built-in automatic aiming. She is just like a female war god.

Wen Rui stood with his hands behind his back, as if strolling leisurely in the garden. Princess Meiduo followed closely behind him, constantly making tactical moves, raising the gun, aiming, and shooting, all in one go. Her movements were smooth and neat.

A UI interface appeared in front of her eyes and a mechanical sound prompt was heard in her ears.

Nano-dust attaches to the retina and cochlea, creating an AR tactical guidance device that reminds her what posture to adopt next, what direction to aim at, and which target to shoot first.

If there is divine help!

The abbot of Bunolinda Temple had been killed in the battle, and his soul had been taken away by Wen Rui. Hundreds of monks were leaderless and could not organize an effective counterattack.

Even some monks with weaker faith had their fearlessness of death shattered when they saw that the abbot's soul did not ascend to heaven after his death, but was imprisoned by the evil god and would probably suffer eternal torture.

Western religious disciples are not afraid of death because they believe that as long as they dare to sacrifice themselves, they will either be reincarnated into a good path or ascend to heaven after death.

Only the most devout disciples would take the slogan "If I don't go to hell, who will?" as their life creed. The lowest level of such disciples is that of a bodhisattva.

Ordinary disciples, even those who are well versed in Buddhism, if they know that their fate after death may be worse than going to hell and yet still remain fearless, then they are either highly enlightened or insane.

The high morale that was once as solid as a rock and full of courage to sacrifice has now been reduced to less than 10%.

When they saw that their fellow monks who rushed forward quickly died quickly, many monks began to retreat.

They were like extras in a martial arts movie, hiding at the back of the crowd, posing, jumping around in circles, but not rushing forward.

Wen Rui acted like a big shot. He didn't even bother to look at the group of monks surrounding him. He walked with his head held high as if no one was around. The girl beside him moved around, constantly changing positions and shooting with him as the center, shooting every monk who dared to approach in the head.

This scene doesn't look like Wen Rui is a hero saving a beauty, it looks more like a beautiful bodyguard protecting a VIP and allowing them to retreat calmly.

As we walked towards the outside of the temple, we saw corpses everywhere on the ground. Following the corpses, we could tell the path they had taken in the temple. However, the monks did not die tragically. Their heads were shot in the forehead and their brains were cooked immediately. There were no hideous scars on their bodies except for a black spot between their eyebrows.

The person who was shot lost consciousness without feeling any pain. If an uninformed person saw the deceased's face, they might think that he passed away peacefully.

The closer they were to the temple gate, the fewer monks dared to rush forward and die. In the end, the monks kept their distance and crowded into a big circle, surrounding Wen Rui and Princess Meiduo in the center, pushing and shoving each other and not daring to step out of line.

They didn't dare to flee, nor did they dare to rush forward. They couldn't chase too closely, but they couldn't stop chasing either. After sacrificing the lives of many monks who were testing Princess Meadow's attack range, they finally determined the radius of the encirclement that would not cost them their lives and still appear to be bravely pursuing.

The temple gate was right in front of him. Wen Rui just raised his eyebrows, and the heavy wooden door opened by itself. The monk who was blocking the temple gate with a desperate look on his face rushed out of the temple as if he had been pardoned.

After walking out of the temple gate, Wen Rui stopped and looked around at the monks surrounding him. Just by stopping, he could see that the monks looked ashen and dead.

It was not them who were chasing the evil god, but the evil god who was escorting them to the execution ground.

When Wen Rui stopped, the monks thought that he was finally going to take action and kill all the surviving monks in one move.

It’s so scary!

With just a magical weapon, a mortal girl who was weak and powerless turned into a female evil star. With just one gun and one person, she killed more than a hundred monks in the temple in just a stick of incense. These hundred monks were the ones with the highest cultivation and the bravest.

Is this the power of the great heavenly being who could defeat five hundred arhats by himself and seize the magic weapon from Guanyin Bodhisattva?

As expected of the contemporary enemy of Buddha, this terrifying existence makes the Buddha look worried whenever he mentions it!
"Roar!"

Wen Rui suddenly shouted in surprise, and the monks surrounding him were immediately in an uproar. A few monks in the back row who were not steadfast in their faith even slipped and fell to the ground, their legs so weak that they could not get up for a long time.

Those who were brave enough standing in the front row were almost frightened to death, with a look of panic on their faces, not knowing what unimaginable and horrific incident would happen next.

Seeing the monks shuddering with fear, Wen Rui sneered and said, "Don't be afraid. You are not worthy of dying in my hands."

Although they felt humiliated, all the monks breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about it carefully, it was true that Wen Rui had personally killed only the abbot who was at the first level of Arhat. Anyone who was not at the level of Arhat was not worthy of being killed by him.

"But you killed the relatives of my believer. I don't know if she has calmed down."

Wen Rui changed the subject and his tone became cold again. He asked casually, "Little girl, how about killing a few more people to vent your anger? Don't worry, they dare not run away. If they run away cowardly in the face of an enemy like me, they will have no chance of ascending to heaven when the Buddha holds the salvation ceremony. It doesn't matter if I kill them all. I come from the Jinling Immortal Sect of Jiejiao. I am in charge of the way of killing and punishment. I can kill anyone I want without worrying about the backlash of karma. Don't worry about the evil spirits asking for your life or complaining to the King of Hell. I can capture all the souls and use them as experimental materials when I take them back."

The monks were stunned for a moment, just like a poisonous snake being caught by its vital point. They stood there stupidly, shrinking their necks and acting as human targets.

As a warrior monk, if you flee from the battle to protect the temple, it means that your faith in Buddhism is not strong enough and you will lose the precious opportunity to ascend to heaven on the spot.

But they did not dare to rush forward to attack rashly, because the last bit of hope for victory had been wiped out by the instant deaths of countless senior brothers and sisters.

He could neither advance nor retreat, and could only stand there and be a living target until that girl had killed enough, vented her anger, and taken her revenge.

Who can survive by then? It depends not on the Buddha's blessing, but on luck.
(End of this chapter)