"Pure True Zen Master!"

Dongfang Qingyue pulled out the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the old monk in front of him: "I am Dongfang Qingyue, the sword-wielding elder of the Dao Alliance, and I am ordered to kill you, the evil thief who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors!" ”

For a while, the atmosphere was tense.

The old monk was revealed to his true identity, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

"Pure True Zen Master? It's really a nostalgic road number......"

The old monk showed a look of reminiscence: "Listen to your surname, it should be a junior of the Dongfang family." Unexpectedly, in the decades when the poor monk betrayed the Dao League, the current Dao League has also completely declined, and even the little hairy girl who has not dried up can rely on the family background to become a generation of sword-wielding elders. ”

In the face of ridicule and ridicule, Dongfang Qingyue was unmoved, and continued to ask: "Back then, as a deacon of the Dao League, you not only turned to the evil way, but also slaughtered thirty-four members of the sect overnight, and even picked you up since you were a child and adopted you as a pure master who regarded you as your own, all of them were brutally poisoned by you, a villain!" Why are you doing this? ”

"Why did the poor monk do this? How can there be so many in this world, who let that old guy's pure Buddha blood make my heart so excited. So that night, the poor monk killed the old man on the pretext of asking for advice on the Dharma, drank all the blood in his body, and then ate him in one bite. It was then that I realized how wonderful the taste of human flesh was, it was simply the best taste in the world! ”

The old monk licked his lips, as if he was reminiscing about something, and his face was intoxicated.

And Ning Ye on the side couldn't stand this heavy taste directly, and lay on the ground and vomited.

He has only seen this kind of thing in some hunting movies, and in reality it is the first time he has heard of it with his own ears. To be able to do such a beastly thing is that it is not even a human being.

In the face of this heavy narrative, Dongfang Qingyue's expression was as usual: "In this way, it seems that the several girls who disappeared here for no reason before were all done by you." ”

Dao Meng spent countless efforts to finally find the clues of the pure true Zen master in the disappearance case a few days ago.

In order not to startle the snake, and not knowing the level of the other party's cultivation, Shou Silent Zhenren, who is the head of the Jiangcheng Dao Alliance Branch, decided to plan and then act, and reported the matter to the Dao League headquarters, seeking strong support, so that he could kill with one blow and prevent this thief from escaping.

The old monk smiled and said: "Since you can find here, the answer still needs to be said by the poor monks, their taste is very good, and they have long been integrated with the poor monks." Alas. It seems that after killing you, the poor monk will have to change places. ”

Ning Ye, who had just finished vomiting a wave, heard the old monk's words, and bent down to vomit again, and even spit out sour water.

This old bald donkey is really a perverted murderer!

And Dongfang Qingyue, seeing that this old bald donkey was so hopeless, also lost interest in talking more to him.

The supreme Dao weapon Qingyue Divine Sword in her hand turned into a galloping blue light, and slashed towards the old bald donkey, which was precisely the art of reciting the sword.

"This sword technique is remarkable, but it's a pity that the poor monk cultivated the body of Dacheng King Kong a few years ago."

The sword light arrived in front of him in an instant, but the old monk seemed unhurried, as if he had great confidence in his vajra body, and stretched out two fingers in the air, ready to clamp the flying sword.

His two fingers did accurately clamp the flying sword, but it only lasted less than half a second.

The old monk only felt a chill between his fingers, and the two severed fingers fell to the ground, and the sword momentum of the flying sword did not decrease, stabbing towards his face.

He hurriedly dodged sideways, and although he avoided the vital part, a bloody wound was cut on his right arm.

Holding his bleeding arm, the old monk retreated ten meters away, looking at the flying sword that had returned to Dongfang Qingyue's hand, revealing a clear expression.

"The poor monk is big, if I am not mistaken, this sword in the girl's hand is the supreme Taoist Qingyue Divine Sword that has been silent in the sword peak for a hundred years. Dongfang Qingyue, it turns out that this name still has this meaning, taking the divine sword as his own name, it is really a big stroke, it seems that the Dongfang clan really has high hopes for you. ”

"It's useless to talk too much, just suffer your death! In the name of the Sword Elder of the Dao Alliance, I am here to clear the portal today! ”

"However, it's really a pity, if you came a few days earlier, even if the poor monk has cultivated to the body of Dacheng Vajra, he will definitely not be your opponent with a divine sword. But now ......"

The old monk, who had the demeanor of a Zen master before, swelled his body at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, directly breaking the monk's robe on his body, and turning into a black monster with a height of three meters.

"Today, the Zhongxing hope of the Oriental clan is about to die in the hands of poor monks, and I am very excited to think about it. I have heard that the Oriental family has been inherited for a long time, and I don't know what it tastes like, I am really looking forward to it, hahaha! The old monk who had transformed into a monster laughed.

Dongfang Qingyue's eyebrows were furrowed, and the strange changes of the other party were very unusual, which made her feel uneasy.

She poured spiritual power into the Qingyue Divine Sword, and tried her best to promote the power of the divine sword, the sword body glowed with dazzling green light, and the sharp sword aura was vertical and horizontal, making people dare not look directly.

With a rapid sound of breaking the air, the Qingyue Divine Sword turned into a big sword more than ten meters long, and slashed towards the old monk with great might!

"No matter how powerful the Dao weapon itself is, if the master's strength is not good, it will be in vain, and it will not be able to exert its own power at all."

As he spoke, the old monk, who had turned into a monster, had a crack in his eyebrows, revealing a huge black eyeball.

From the third eye that suddenly appeared, a strange black flame shot out, directly entangled the Qingyue Divine Sword, and was attached to it and burned violently.

In a moment, the Blue Moon Divine Sword returned to its normal size, and it fell powerlessly from the air.

The heart-to-mind natal flying sword was injured, and Dongfang Qingyue, who was the sword master, spewed out a large mouthful of blood mist, and his breath was disordered like rice paper, although he had not collapsed to the ground, his steps were also a little vain.

"Why is this so? What is this black flame, it's obviously not your power! ”

She was very puzzled, according to the information that the Dao Alliance had, this old monk was definitely not as strong as this. And that weird third eye is not his power, that black flame is more like some kind of demon fire.

"Didn't the poor monk say it before, but it's a pity that you came a few days late, girl.

With the boastful tone of the victor, the old monk spoke: "A few days ago, the poor monk hiding here had the honor of seeing an unforgettable scene, the demon king, who was famous among the demon clan and was known as the three-eyed demon king, did not even have the ability to resist, so he was killed by a woman in white with a single palm. After the woman in white left, I dragged the body of the Three-Eyed Demon Lord back and ate him, thus gaining the power I have now. ”

At this moment, Ning Ye, who was standing aside, was in a daze because of the reversal of the tide of battle.

He naturally wouldn't have thought that when he first met Little Lori last Sunday, the mother of the suspected gangster in her mouth was the powerful woman in white in the mouth of the old bald donkey in front of him.