After leaving, the bamboo pole demon chose to go all the way south.

Although they left, the bamboo pole monster has always been obsessed with the little monk.

He was shaken more than once, and he wanted to go back, but he was scolded back.

"To go back is to send death, to send death!"

Or, looking at his arm, he couldn't stop muttering, "Your hand is already there, and you've done your duty." ”

However, in the dead of night, his eyes will still continue to appear in front of his eyes from the Eastern Wilderness to the Central Plains, all the way to the west.

Although he is a demon, he is a monk.

But they have become best friends along the way.

At the same time, the little monk is also the person he admires the most in his life.

Although he has killed countless people, he has always had a Buddha heart.

Following him, my body and mind seemed to be converted, I found faith, I was very at ease, and I was full of brightness about the future.

He was impressed by the character of the little monk.

He felt that his escape was a betrayal of their friendship.

However, the bamboo pole monster really didn't have the courage to face the bloody wind.

The only thing he could do was leave, and the farther away the better.

Only in this way can we permanently suppress the obsession of turning back in my heart.

One day, he had just arrived in a small town and came across a group of demon soldiers who had gone to support.

The leader of the demon soldiers is called Dying.,At first glance, it's a very capable.,And the strength of the monster.。

He had the bamboo pole monster stopped and called to his horse.

"Where are you from?" he asked, looking at the severed arm of the bamboo pole monster.

"South of Shennong City. "The bamboo pole monster tells the truth.

That's what he's said these days when he meets and cross-examines him.

There are many monsters that go to Shennong City, and there are many monsters who have been scattered and become defeated by the remnants of the army, and almost every day there are injured monsters who retreat from the front line.

So the bamboo pole monster is mixed in and does not attract attention at all.

At the end of his life, the monster looked at the bamboo pole monster again, and believed his words, "How is the battle situation in Shennong City now?"

"It's tragic. The bamboo pole monster said.

He couldn't bear to think about it, but as soon as he closed his eyes, it was all the blood on the stone bridge, and there were broken limbs flying sideways.

The dying youkai asked, "Where is the battlefield now?"

"Still on the stone bridge over the town to the south. The bamboo pole monster said.

"What?" said a dying frown.

He glanced at the bamboo pole monster, "A bunch of rice buckets! It's been so many days, and it's still on the stone bridge." ”

The dying youkai didn't say much.

He waved his hand and asked his subordinates to give the bamboo pole monster clothes and dry food, "You!

"What?" the bamboo pole monster was stunned, "I, I just retired from the battlefield. ”

"Less verbose. His demon soldier threw him a knife.

"Our commander has received an order, gather all the remnants, gather all the teams, and be sure to advance to Shennong City in three days!" said the demon soldier.

The bamboo pole monster Mu Ne took it, and a thought flashed in his mind: "Is this fate?"

He stopped struggling, didn't say much, and after resting, he formed into the remnants of the army and marched towards the stone bridge.

It's strange to say.

The closer you get to the stone bridge, the more steady.

Until today, he saw the little monk who was alone on the stone bridge.

At this time, the little monk was covered in blood, and the blood had already scabbed, and he became a blood-clothed monk who frightened the monsters.

The bamboo pole monster originally planned to fish in troubled waters, then cross the stone bridge, run to the little monk and their team, and then leave.

But he has now changed his mind.

Not for anything else, just because he admires the little monk.

He admired this person, for the sake of his friends, he could go from the Eastern Wilderness to the Central Plains unarmed.

He admires this person, for the sake of fairness, he can make a big fuss in the city of Reclining Buddha.

He admired this man, just because he was standing on the stone bridge now, and it was even more shining than the sun.

He remembered a man who had said a word.

He said: "A life must shine once in its life, so that it will not live in vain." ”

If you can't make yourself shine, then stand by the side of the shining person, and he will shine with you.

The bamboo pole monster now believes in his evil!

He dragged the little monk out of the pile of corpses and tried his best to drag it in the direction of Shennong City.

Sou!

A knife slashed, hitting the back of the bamboo pole monster, leaving a long blood line on the back of the bamboo pole.

His clothes fluttered like blood butterflies in the sunset.

"Ahh

The bamboo pole monster roared, turned around in an instant, and stabbed the monster who was going to split the knife again!

"Rush!"

The wounded godkillers were dragging their stumps and rushing over.

The bamboo pole youkai slashed down another youkai.

"Rush at your uncle, take him away!"

With all his might, the bamboo pole monster threw the little monk to a god-killer whose limbs were still there, but his chest was wrapped in a belt.

The god-killer who regarded death as if he were at home and was rushing was stunned.

"What are you doing in a daze, let's go!"

Another godkiller nudged him, took a step forward, and used his body to block the youkai's knife.

The bamboo pole monster took the opportunity to step forward and cut off the head of the sword monster.

Warm blood splattered on the Godslayer's face.

He came to his senses and twisted around to carry the little monk on his back.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to become a ghost and send him back to Shennong City!"

The god killer wiped his face, all covered in blood, and said to his brothers who were fighting with tears in his eyes.

He turned around and walked away, and the wounded who rushed up from behind made way for him.

They didn't stop, their knives shining.

There was a horse in the back, which was used to let the little monk run away.

After the god killer dragged the little monk aboard, he also got on his horse and looked at the stone bridge again.

"Drive!"

He whipped his horse hard and walked away from the string.

At this moment, his wrapped wound was already leaching blood because of the force.

"Kill!"

Another man with a broken hand rushed to the front to block the sword for the bamboo pole monster, and then let the bamboo pole monster cut off the enemy's half-face.

"Up!"

The dying youkai waved his hand, and his own elite rushed onto the stone bridge.

"Hold on!"

The bamboo pole monster roared.

They had to buy time for the little monk to escape.

"Don't worry!"

The Godslayer who had just used his body to block the sword for the bamboo pole monster looked back and smiled, roaring angrily and rushing towards an elite.

The monster sword pierced him in the chest.

"Ahh

The Godslayer roared angrily, slamming into the elite with all his might, and then clinging to him, holding him back.

The rest did not flinch.

They used all their might to fend off the onslaught of these monsters.

Or grab the monster's leg with your hand before you die, or clamp the opponent's weapon with your body.

The sun set in the western mountains, and put away the last rays of afterglow, as if he didn't want to see this miserable scene on earth again.

Finally, there was silence on the stone bridge.

The godkillers died, but not all of them fell.

Some people knelt on the ground, and their bodies were hugging people.

Others sat down leaning against the railing of the stone bridge, their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open as if they were roaring.

The bamboo pole youkai is also tired.

He knelt on the stone bridge, his body covered in scars and numb from pain

His body was chilling, and he felt like his blood was about to run dry.