The monk wailed for a long time, and whoever asked in front of him didn't say a word, and kept holding his head and begging Yang Zhen not to kill him, not to kill him.

Everyone looked at each other, and several major sect elders and sect masters glanced at each other, their faces gloomy as water.

One of them, a cold middle-aged man, said in a deep voice, "What terrible thing has this disciple experienced to be so frightened?"

"Tsk, the wooden signs are all crumpled into pieces, and I must have experienced something terrifying to be nervous and scared like this. ”

He just said...... Yang Zhen?" The middle-aged gentleman had a cold gaze flashing in his eyes, staring at the young monk deadly, and then squatted down with a sigh, revealing a hint of a breezy smile, with a strong affinity, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

Under such a smile, some of the strong people around him felt that the middle-aged Yashi deserved to be called Yashi, he really looked gentle and elegant, with a good temperament and even more powerful strength.

The middle-aged gentleman patted the young monk on the shoulder, and said in a gentle voice: "Little friend, don't be afraid, I am the elder of the Wuxin Sect, known as the Wuxin Sect, you calm down and tell me what happened...... How?"

Everyone couldn't help nodding, the middle-aged Yashi's voice was gentle, and there was actually a trace of stabilizing the mind, it was obvious that the middle-aged Yashi had put a lot of effort into this.

In such a situation, it takes someone to comfort the young monk in this way, so that the young monk can come out of his inner demons.

Wuxin Yashi is also very confident, even if he encounters a person who is too frightened and trapped in the inner demon for a long time and can't extricate himself, he can also pull people out step by step, so most of the cultivation methods of the Wuxin Sect are weird and terrifying, but there are not many people who leave indelible inner demons.

Everyone was waiting for the young monk to recover from the comfort of the heartless monk, but the young monk looked up and looked through his fingers, and suddenly exclaimed, "Ghost!"

The more the unintentional gentleman did not comfort him, the more he comforted the situation, and the young monk began to tremble as he lay on the ground.

Kutoutuo stood next to Wuxin Yashi, frowned and said impatiently: "This son's state of mind is too fragile, I don't know which sect's disciple, it's really embarrassing." ”

Wuxin Yashi looked stunned for a moment, his face showed embarrassment, and then he sighed, stood up, and shook his head: "Strange, how could such a terrifying thing happen on the second floor of the Nine Realms Linglong Tower, could it be that there was a change in the nine-layer world, which caused an accident on the second floor?"

Kutoutuo stared at the young monk, his eyes flashed with an ominous premonition, and the irritability in his heart rose like fire, and he glanced at the Wuxin Yashi and said, "Let me come!"

Wuxin Yashi nodded and said, "Master, please!"

Everyone looked at Kutoutuo with curiosity, not knowing what Kutoutuo could do.

"It is said that the Zen sound of the Lachan Temple is mysterious, and this time we may be fortunate to be baptized by the Zen sound of the dry head master!"

"I am worthy of being a high-ranking monk, just by looking at it, I feel that my soul has been sublimated. ”

"Shhhhh

"What, are you afraid that I will influence Master Kutoutuo to promote Zen sound?"

"No, I was trying to warn you...... Don't lick it, it's useless!"

"You ......"

"Shut up, the master is going to save people!"

......

Seeing Kutoutuo's solemn expression, everyone stopped talking and looked at Kutoutuo intently, looking expectant.

With a strange look on his face, he came to the curled up monk and squatted down, patted the monk on the shoulder, and when the monk looked up blankly, he showed a compassionate smile containing the teachings of Zen Buddhism, and was about to speak.

Suddenly, the monk rolled his eyes, fell on his back with a wail, and fainted.

Everyone: "???"

As soon as Kutoutuo opened his mouth, the compassionate smile on his face, which contained the principles of Zen Buddhism, had not yet bloomed to the fullest, and gradually froze, and a look called embarrassment slowly crept up Kutoutuo's face.

"This ...... Master, have you overtaken him?" someone next to him couldn't help but ask.

The corners of Dry Toutuo's mouth twitched wildly, and the corners of his eyes jumped.

Excessive your sister, super excessive, didn't you see that the poor monk didn't even open his mouth, how to overdo it, with his eyes?

Kutoutuo turned his head to look at the heartless gentleman with a blank face: "This ...... Could it be that this benefactor has encountered a terrifying demon related to the poor monk?"

Wuxin Yashi's expression changed, and he shook his head: "He kept shouting in his mouth that Yang Zhen should not kill him, it must be related to Yang Zhen, how can it be related to the master, come on, wake him up!"

Everyone finally pinched people, slapped him, poured cold water to wake up the monk, slapped him again before he wailed, grabbed his collar and said: "You can see clearly, there is no Yang Zhen here, and there are no ghosts!"

It took the monk a long time to recover, and when he saw the dry head, he was overwhelmed.

The irritability in Kutoutuo's heart was even stronger, and he stared at the monk and asked in a deep voice, "Let me ask you, have you met a lama like a poor monk in the second-layer world?"

"Encounter...... Met ......" A look of horror flashed in the monk's eyes.

"How is he?" asked Kualeda, chuckling inwardly, staring at the monk.

The monk wailed, hugged his head and said with a painful face: "Eaten, eaten, eaten by Yang Zhen......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present suddenly widened their eyes and gasped.

"Bastard, from the truth, how can Yang Zhen eat people, and eat my lama of the Lachan Temple?" said Kutoutuo, squatting on the ground and staring at the monk deadly.

It took a long time for the monk to struggle out of his inner demons, and he rolled his eyes when he heard this: "How do I know, that guy Yang Zhen is a demon, he eats people, he really eats people!"

Seeing that the monk was about to go mad again, the crowd hurried to comfort him.

The monk took a deep breath and recounted what he had seen: "Just now, I'm pooping......"

"Tell the point!" the corner of the dry head's eyes twitched.

"It's going to be right away, what are you anxious about?" the monk gave the monk a blank look, but he was not afraid.

Now that there are so many Jindan stage powerhouses present, and there are many Yuan Infant Stage sect master elders, Kutoutuo definitely doesn't dare to kill people at will.

After glaring at the dry head, the monk said with a palpitation, "I'm pooping...... Suddenly, I heard the sound of fighting, and when I looked up, I saw Yang Zhen cutting off the arm of a lama!"

"What?" Dry Toutuo was shocked, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, sweeping the audience: "What did you say?

The monk squinted at the withered head, and said with a frightened expression: "Master, don't scare me, compared to Yang Zhen, you are so cute!"

Can...... Lovely?

Rao is dry head Tuo was so angry that he almost erupted when he heard this, and asked in a deep voice with a cold snort: "What did Yang Zhen do to scare you like this?"

The monk shuddered and muttered to himself, "Yang Zhenhe...... He was a devil, a man-eating maniac, and after he cut off the lama's arm, his eyes were green, and he picked up his arm with excitement and ran, laughing as he ran, as if he was ...... As if gnawing on the flesh on his arm, the lama was so miserable that he chased after him, shouting and screaming as he chased...... Yang Zhen...... You give me back my arm......"

The crowd around listened to the creep, especially the vivid sound of the monk's learning cloud ring, and many timid women were pale and let out bursts of exclamations.

"Yang Zhen, this evil obstacle!" the withered head roared and stepped the ground out of a huge deep pit.

In the crowd, Hua Youyue and Tan Fenglie looked at each other with strange expressions.

Yang Zhen cannibalism, is he a man-eating maniac?

This is simply a fantasy, it's just nonsense, but what the monk said is too true, and the picture of Yang Zhen holding someone's arm and running and gnawing is vivid.

An autumn breeze blew, and everyone felt that their arms were cold, as if something was gnawing.

......

At the same time, in the second-layer world, Yang Zhen squatted behind a large rock in a valley, happily rubbing an ancient ring.

"Storage ring, I didn't expect this thing to really have it, tsk, oh, this guy Yunjie is really rich, this is an elixir...... It's a rune...... It's spring ...... Medicine?"

Yang Zhen looked at a small bottle of pink things in his hand blankly, and said with a look of disgust and disdain: "Phew, stinky and shameless, a lama actually carried this thing, fortunately he was killed, otherwise I don't know how many big girls and little daughters-in-law will be poisoned, no, this thing can't be spread, only on me can I rest assured!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhen took the bottle of pink into his arms.

"It's comfortable now!"

Yang Zhen patted his chest, and suddenly heard a hysterical cry coming from not far away.

"Damn, there is a flower thief?"

It was a woman's scream, and Yang Zhen rushed towards the direction of the source of the sound with great interest.