The boy in the air, under the light of the sun, seemed to be possessed by a god, even if there was a terrifying giant beast below, which was opening its bloody mouth and choosing people to devour.

"Drink" the little monk spoke, he was still fearless, he was very confident in himself, he actually changed the direction of his punch, towards the big mouth, and rushed away.

"Ding~"

The sound of metal colliding was extremely harsh, and the crooked mouth fell to the ground, the huge head was covered with blood, half of the face was blurred, and the hard fangs were shattered all around.

Blood came out of its mouth, its huge head could not be lifted, and its body lay on the ground limp and motionless.

With no power to fight back, such a huge beast suffered a fatal wound with just one punch and could not get up.

The little monk turned over and fell, his expression was calm, and with a smile, he shook his hand gently, as if he was doing something insignificant.

Qin Hao, who was in the distance, saw this tragic scene, and sat on the ground very unproductively, his face was pale, and he was so frightened that he was bloodless.

After all, he was an ordinary person, and when he saw a street fight before, he had to walk around, and he had seen such a scene there, like a slaughterhouse, too bloody.

He gritted his teeth tightly, afraid that he would cry out loud, and he was desperate in his heart, and he shouted Tikar in his heart, but there was no response.

For the first time, he began to yearn for the strength of such a myth, that a person's fist could be so hard, like a vajra, that it could destroy everything.

In particular, these fists are owned by a teenager, which makes people envious at the same time, but also wonders how this is done, as if returning to the mythical era, there are gods, but they can go up to the sky and enter the nine shadows.

However, the crooked mouth once made it clear that in today's world, there is no such breath, it is completely gone, it is impossible to become a god, and there is almost no hope of rising.

The more this is the case, the more incredible the young man in front of him becomes, in the era of the end of the law, such a character, who can match, the bullet can't penetrate it, is it necessary to use a nuclear bomb to deal with a teenager.

Qin Hao felt a sense of powerlessness, his face was full of frustration, he couldn't help anything, he could only watch his crooked mouth being treated cruelly.

He could only watch, and the little monk punched again, punching one punch after another at the crooked mouth.

In the field, there was a continuous explosion of blood mist, and the dyed shabby robe was particularly charming, and he was barefoot, squatting slightly, and all his strength was gathered on his fists.

It was a pair of blood-stained fists, as if they could destroy everything, and every time it fell, a stream of blood would spurt out, and a large blood stain had gathered on the ground

This young monk, like a demon god descending to earth, represents terror and blood.

"No~"

Qin Hao cried and roared, which was completely beyond his ability to bear, and his psychological defense line was completely shattered.

He lay on his stomach on the ground, pleading.

Pray that the boy will let go of his crooked mouth.

The little monk looked at Qin Hao, slightly speechless, just now it was your favorite jump, who knew that if he was like this, he would collapse before he beat you.

He looked at Qin Hao as if he was looking at an ant, looked at it with interest, grinned, and pointed to the crooked mouth on the ground.

He raised his leg and kicked at the huge body with a crooked mouth, and the huge force made the air full of sand and dust, and a deep ravine was drawn on the ground, crashing into Qin Hao with a huge impact.

Qin Hao subconsciously closed his eyes, raised his arm in front of him, he only felt that a soft ball of flesh hit his arms, wet, cold liquid, flowing from his chest to the surface of his feet.

The huge ball of flesh pressed on his body, it was so heavy that he could barely breathe, but he still didn't get up, his free hands and hugged him tightly.

He trembled and put his finger on the tip of his nose, and a strong smell of blood came to his face, at this moment, Qin Hao couldn't control it anymore and cried loudly.

How so, what exactly was done wrong.

Pictures flashed in his mind, it was the time between him and the crooked mouth, the time was very short, but the two sides had a deep affection, relying on each other and warming each other.

But now, this only reliance may no longer exist, and there is no one to accompany him anymore.

Orphaned since childhood, after going through hardships, he finally has a trusted partner, but now, someone wants to take it away.

The little monk's face was covered with blood, but he folded his hands and saluted Qin Hao, "Amitabha." ”

He said to Qin Hao very sincerely, "Donor, it's not the little monk who is evil, but in fact, if the alien beasts are not removed, the common people will be restless." ”

"My human race stands forever in the world, and I will not allow other races to be at peace. The little monk's righteous words make people feel that they are not unreasonable.

When he said these words of thanks, the little monk was full of compassion, and he was unwilling to do anything, let alone kill.

And when Qin Hao heard such words, he was extremely sad and indignant, just because you are a strong man, can you fight for righteousness and die in a hurry, this is not a creature without spirit, the crooked mouth is extremely extraordinary, it calls itself a divine beast, and its spiritual intelligence is very high.

In particular, it once followed the White Emperor and accompanied the White Emperor to fight against the enemy, and it can be imagined that in that era, it must have protected the Huaxia clan.

Moreover, it is the back hand of the White Emperor, who wants to rise in the catastrophe and become the patron saint of China.

And now, it was born early, but it was treated as a foreign race, treated cruelly, and took its life, how could God be so unfair.

Qin Hao shouted, "Do you know its origin, so attack it! It once followed the White Emperor Shaohao and made great contributions to Huaxia!"

The little monk frowned and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about, in short, don't get in my way." ”

When he said this, the little monk's face became brutal.

He was too ruthless, Qin Hao told the origin of the crooked mouth, but the young monk was still unmoved, and wanted to attack with thunder and completely kill the crooked mouth.

Qin Hao couldn't imagine that he was going to look at his crooked mouth and be taken by someone, and the means were very cruel, all the scales were shattered, and he almost became a mess of meat.

Qin Hao looked at his crooked mouth, gritted his teeth and said, "I have a divine artifact to exchange its life." ”

The little monk's original cruel expression instantly became kind again, his eyes were bright, and he said excitedly, "Treasures, virtuous people, live in them." ”

Qin Hao got up, didn't look at the crooked mouth again, waved his hand to signal the little monk to wait for a while, and he walked straight into the hut.

In the room, there is a wooden table, on which is placed an elegant guqin, which seems to be made of wood, but it is extremely hard.

The guqin has seven strings, and the front of the body is an ink painting, and the back is densely packed with small characters, which is an ancient text, like a pattern, and I can't understand the meaning to be expressed.

Qin Hao stretched out his hands and gently placed them on the guqin, he felt a sense of tranquility and peace.

He slowly closed his eyes, his fingers lightly pressed on the strings, and when the two touched together, it seemed that the strings were too sharp, and Qin Hao's fingers made a bloody mark.

Blood gushed out, flowing from the strings into the entire body, and at this moment, the guqin once again emitted a bright green light, and the whole body, like a small tree, was full of vitality.