How many monks are in Yiyang City, the Demon Sacrifice must not have cared, in his opinion, it may be some clean souls, and for himself, these are definitely the most delicious of the delicious. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And these are in Yagongzi's opinion, those who have no hair on the top of their heads, and their souls are not necessarily clean, so the cold and unruly face has not changed at all.

This is already hell, and how can a Zen monk who wants to purify hell care about the blood stains all over the ground.

When the black mist enveloped him, he was already seated.

Pieces of Buddha sounds immediately sounded all over his body, and if the rampant eyes of the demon priest were careful enough, he would definitely be able to discover the miracle of this hairless man on his head for Yakozi.

At this moment, a Zen monk is like a natural stone wall, and the black mist demonic energy can only pass by his side, and there is no way to pollute this settled person.

It must be the best way to protect oneself, and for those who can guard their souls under their own demon flames, the Demon Sacrifice Yakoe will not care, because there must be a few of the tens of thousands of people in the city who are incompatible with the people in the world, and they are lazy to pay attention to themselves, although it is delicious, but those souls who are about to worship themselves are also delicious.

For the Demon Festival, if you want to grow well and fast, you must not be a picky eater, and Yakomi must be an existence with good teeth and strong digestion.

Self-preservation is more than enough for the monks, but the master who is full of heart to cross people out of the sea of suffering, what he has done now is far from enough, and the hell he is in at this time is becoming more and more boiling.

The soul that was already flying in the sky and wanted to return to the body seemed to be looking for a new direction.

In the black fog, it must be the world that the heart yearns for, the hell that does not make the soul tremble, and the whistling mouth is well covered by the thick black fog, and it must be whitewashed as a blissful prosperity.

Born as a miserable person, it turns out that all the filth and misery come not from their bodies, but from the souls hidden in the body.

Greed pulls them closer and closer to the Demon Sacrifice.

Can the Buddha be saved, and why can't the Buddha be saved?

The monks are still singing the Buddha's voice to protect themselves, and they can only blame them for sinking too fast.

"Haha, haha" The rampant laughter made the originally surging demon fog even more weird, obviously the demon priest's wide open mouth would not be easily closed, devouring so much greed, how could Ya Gongzi put down the butcher knife so quickly?

For those cold eyes, the people in the city are not the shells of the city, what a good opportunity this is, the king flag of Yiyang City has been replaced, and there have been countless casualties.

As for the weird and bizarre cause of death, what did he do?

"Sacrifice. Ya Gongzi swallowed it gently, and just a simple word made the air that was almost frozen a little bit of ice flash.

And the Yayan who recited the mantra was the real cold, and the majestic body was already shivering, and his face was like a piece of white paper, without blood, and when his master's words entered his ears, there was a blood mist condensed above the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. A line of inky black blood hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, that's exactly what I wanted. "Those fresh soul demon sacrifices have been coveted for a long time.

It was still that mouth, and now it was still black mist gushing out, like a burning black flame, pouring down from the sky, and suddenly all the living souls in the entire Yiyang City were in the demonic flames.

Monk, haven't you finished practicing your sutras?

The silence in hell is not your fault, but the demon sacrifice has devoured the floating soul, and under the scorching heat of such a demonic flame, how can the originally lonely body still hold the soul.

The city is still so silent, and this silence has created a pair of misty eyes, and those pairs of discerning eyes look together at the bustling world of bliss.

And for those who are afraid that they will fall into the hell of the nose, it must be their own paradise.

The long knife that wants to kiss the skin all the time must be again.

For such people, it doesn't matter whose skin it is, the important thing is to be liberated, because the eyes help the heart find the perfect home.

......

It must be a monk who has cultivated very well, under such a scorching flame demon, those serene and compassionate faces do not have a trace of wrinkles, is this the work of the Buddha's voice?

The soul of the monk who protects is not lost, but a Zen is a monk, how can he be a monk if he only protects himself?

The demon flames were still scorching the people of Yiyang City, and those long knives around their necks kissed the flesh and blood a little bit as their eyes blurred.

The Buddha should relieve all suffering. Whether he is good or evil, he has to cross them.

If the Demon Sacrifice can't be seen now, it can only mean that Yakomi is blind, and a ray of golden light pierces the dark rising demonic flames.

In such a world, how dazzling such a person is, in Ya Gongzi's opinion, it is a mouse feces that is about to fall into his delicious soup, and if he is left unchecked, his good teeth will definitely collapse.

"Extinguish. It was still one word, and when this word came to Yayan's ears, there was already a head full of white hair on the skull.

A Zen monk obviously didn't care about the roaring demon sacrifice in the sky, and the Buddha sound in his mouth did not stop, and he tried his best to turn into a magical symbol and submerge into the demon flames word by word.

The sound of the Buddha is really magical, and the magic flame is used as a bridge to spread to those lost people who hold the long knife around their necks.

For them, the sound in their ears must not be important, because the sound of the fierce heartbeat has taken over the entire body at this moment.

And they must not think of gratitude, in their opinion, this is just the wisdom of the brain and the strong retention of the body, and it is also destined to sink next time.

"Ahh

How painful it was, the Buddha words were like wisps of heart-transmitting Buddha arrows, and the originally huge and delicate face shrank down in a single effort.

How not to be angry, Ya Yan's hands quickly sealed in front of him, and the eternal demon flame around the same demon sacrifice also quickly danced up and down.

Closed, kind eyes must not have noticed.

In the sky, it condensed into a pitch-black and huge moth.

The wings fluttered a few times, and the demonic flames also came out, and in an instant, they turned into two huge black whirlwinds and surged up a Zen monk with a solemn appearance.

Yizen really didn't see it, those kind eyes didn't break the serene face, and he still recited this passage of Buddha voice of pity for the world.

How arrogant was the moth condensed by the Demon Sacrifice, how could it not be angry when it was provoked by a bald donkey, and before the whirlwind surged in front of a Zen monk, it pounced on it with a roar.

The eyes are not opened, and it does not mean that anyone can be humiliated, as soon as the black whirlwind that penetrates the sky and the earth in the eyes of others enters the range of the Buddha's sound, it shrinks little by little, although it is still pounced on a Zen monk, but its speed is very different from before.

Has the wind ever come?

Although there is no hair on the top of Yizen's head, he still has a flowing beard, why is there no trace of shaking.

The original rampant face of the demon sacrifice was completely frozen, and Yakozi's face was even more gloomy, what kind of person is this,

And what about Yayan beside him, how is the blood on the corner of his mouth still a thread, the black blood gushes out of his mouth desperately, and the white hair on his head is falling off one by one.

As soon as the hair separates from the scalp, it turns into fly ash and scatters into the air.

At this time, Yagongzi's brows furrowed deeply, because the moth pounced into the category of Buddha sound, which only proved that the moth was fighting the fire.

Its fate is the same as that of a whirlwind, and when it gets closer, it is like falling into a quagmire, and although its wings can still flutter, the speed of its progress is indeed greatly reduced, and the pair of mouths that have been opened to prove vicious must be very embarrassing now, because the Buddha's voices are pouring into it one by one.

Want to close it?

Deeply entrenched in the quagmire, he could only watch as his sharp fangs were broken one by one, and his body shrank in circles like a whirlwind.

At this time, Ya Gongzi's face was as pale as paper as Ya Yan, the only difference was that there was no blood at the corner of his mouth, but he should soon vomit blood angrily, because the moth had been completely fixed, and he could only swallow the Buddha sound silently with his mouth open, and if there was no other way, it was a matter of time before he was killed.

How can I endure it if I am unwilling to do this, the corners of my mouth slowly rose up on my pale face, and I said coldly: "Death to those who stand in my way." ”

Yagongzi's eyes glanced slightly at the pious Bai Patriarch, and he sneered and said, "The time has come for you to dedicate yourself." ”

How can a person who has been captured by the demon sacrifice understand the preciousness of life, the smile on the face of the Bai patriarch bloomed, and the sneer of Ya Gongzi was not put away, and he opened his hand and sucked at the Bai patriarch.

The man must still be smiling.

He just smiled and watched his body die, and smiled at the fact that he had completely turned into a bloody man.

"Ahh

Ya Yan, who was originally pale, had a flush on his face, and he also let out a low roar, and the seal on his hand had been completed, and then he pushed towards the demon sacrifice in the air, and the flush that originally came out of his face quickly receded, at this moment he was no different from the white old man who had already sacrificed, the same skin was tightly attached to the bones, the only difference was that the white old man's soul was dead, he was still lucky, and he could still breathe.

A blood-red villain appeared in the air out of thin air and immediately rushed into the demon sacrifice body.

Viciousness mixed with a sneer, the eyes of the same root received the blood of the same root, and two red lights gushed out from the eyes, and they both fell on the moth.

How is it still a moth now, completely detached into a blood butterfly, shaking its small wings and fluttering towards the solemn Zen monk.

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