A lot of questions hit his heart, and after Shi Tiexin thought carefully and analyzed it rationally, suddenly, a strange logical chain flashed through his heart like a bolt of lightning.

His eyes immediately widened: "Could she be thinking...... But now it seems likely that it is ...... No way...... This crazy girl is simply sent to death! ”

A new conjecture arose in his heart, and Shi Tiexin suddenly couldn't sit still. If what he expected was right, if Yoyo hadn't really betrayed, then she must be very dangerous now, after all, it can't be fake.

And if she really betrayed...... Then, with the detailed knowledge of her own information, she must also be arrested quickly. Otherwise, once the enemy finds out the truth and reality, the legion, the merchant group and the community will be devastated.

The series of accidents just now made Shi Tiexin a little confused, but now he reacted. In every way, we must find her quickly!

Shi Tiexin flew onto the locomotive and sped towards the city of Tokyo with a twist of the accelerator.

At some point, the mist was thickening, making the city in the distance begin to become hazy. Especially in this nowhere of sight, the speed of the night is especially a test of the driver's level and courage.

Shi Tiexin has platinum driving skills, and he can feel the all-black underwater base, of course, he is not afraid of this point of sight. As he ran, he dispatched his troops to wake up all the members of the entire legion in the prison base, distribute ammunition, and prepare for battle.

If he guessed correctly, today, this early morning, there will be a tough battle to be fought.

The empty streets stretch all the way, and Tokyo seems to be a ghost town with no people. The dark building was like a demonized giant, and Shi Tiexin rode a locomotive, like a small insect with flapping wings, passing through the giant's feet.

Looking at his watch, at 1:44 a.m., Shi Tiexin returned to his residential building and returned to the sofa position where he had sat before.

The younger brothers have been evacuated, the wounded have been transported away, and everything is quiet.

Shi Tiexin pedaled the car, got out of the car, and stepped on the rubble to look up at the top of the building. He vaguely remembered the direction in which he had leapt out of the building, hoping to track her scent. After all, although Shi someone has opened up the olfactory nerve, after all, the smell will disperse. Stickers are fine, but smells floating in the air are the easiest to disappear.

It took about an hour for Ming Chunshan to go back and forth, and he clasped his hands together, hoping that the smell would be okay.

Shi Tiexin observed the shape of the building, and silently judged the possible location of Youyou in his heart.

Just then, a wind blew.

Shi Tiexin suddenly looked back at the end of the street, and the whole person became vigilant.

He smelled it.

Something, coming.

In the surging mist, dangchang, dangchang, the sound of the iron ring hitting gradually became clear, and a huge monk wearing a hat walked over unhurriedly.

Dangchang, dangchangdang, one or two, ten or twenty, and many monks who were slightly smaller but dressed similarly followed.

It was dark and the street lights were dim. The Japanese black and white monk's robes make them look weird and gloomy. In the shadow of the hats, the eyes of these people were all purple. Especially the leader, the purple shines, and the sight of a pair makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"It is worthy of the Huaxia Dragon Group and the Demon Monk Bajie, it is really keen, it is really keen, and it is possible to find the little monk so quickly." The monk at the head raised his head, and under the hat, there was a rough face that was boiling with murderous intent: "Under the mad monk, it's polite." ”

What? What does this guy say? Huaxia Dragon Group, Demon Monk Eight Rings?

It's all about whatever!

Shi Tiexin was stunned in his heart, but his talent was really powerful, and he was completely inconspicuous. And there were other thoughts that quickly turned around in his heart, and he immediately controlled his facial expression, and made a slightly solemn appearance in his impassive expression: "What do you call me?" ”

"Why do you need to disguise yourself anymore, the little monk can see at a glance that you are carrying Zen." The purple light in the mad monk's eyes was the brightest of all the purple-eyed monsters he had ever seen. 33 Listen to the book

His face was hideous, and his tone was full of emotion: "It's better to be famous than to meet, and meeting is better than being famous." Your Excellency is full of Zen, as if there is an innocent lotus flower blooming purely. But at the same time, it is full of murderous intent, as if he is carrying the catastrophe of destroying all beings. He is worthy of being a demon monk, and he is worthy of being a person who has realized the eighth precept of seeing through the hues of all beings. ”

I don't care about the eight precepts or anything.

Zen? Unscathed?

Oh, this guy may be talking about Martial Heart Zen Lotus and Infinite Tribulation Strength.

Shi Tie's heart was a little dignified, this wild monk's spiritual sense was really keen, which could be seen.

No, to be precise, all these purple-eyed elite monsters have alienated their minds. When there is a defect in one area, it is extremely strengthened in the other.

It's like Fujiwara Gokuma's obsession with "racing", even if he is hostile, he doesn't forget to compare. It's like Yamagata Fuji's attachment to the four words "willing to gamble and lose", even if he disobeys some will, he must implement this idea. There is also the mountain ape general's dedication to loyalty and conquest, and the nora's intoxication with fight and death.

extremes, so that they are not like normal people.

But at the same time, these extreme thoughts may also be the last trace of human beings left on their bodies.

The crazy monk in front of him doesn't seem to care about anything, except for Buddha, Zen, and the realm, and has a deep-rooted yearning. In this case, it is better to cliché. This guy will definitely not lie about obsessions and beliefs.

"Oh, it's not bad, it's kind of practice." Shi Tiexin recalled Qiu Huang's style, and his face immediately hung a powerful majesty that was in line with the identity of the demon monk, and the solemn mixture of demon power and treasure: "Who told you the words of the eight precepts of the demon monk. ”

The mad monk laughed: "Of course it's Miss Wu Chengkong." If it weren't for her telling the reason, the little monk would definitely not come here for a while. Now it seems that the little monk is really late, and he should have discussed Zen with Your Excellency a long time ago. ”

Long?

Sure enough, it was her!

Shi Tiexin said indifferently: "What else did she say?" ”

"She said that Your Excellency still has the ninth void vow, and if you have realized the void vow, you are the ultimate human being. He also said that if you break through one realm again, you will become three lives, three deaths, demons and three burials, and there will be nothing in the sky and the world that you can't bury. She also said don't mess with you, don't irritate you, and leave it alone is the best way. The mad monk grinned widely, revealing a smile that was eager to try: "But the poor monk prefers to see and learn." ”

Three lives, three deaths, three burials?

This is indifferent, Shi Tiexin almost laughed.

But the more Youyou ran the train over there, the more Shi Tiexin affirmed the idea in his heart, and his mood became better.

Of course, there was still a haughty and indifferent face on his face: "You're not afraid of death?" ”

"Morning Zen, night can die."

Shi Tiexin sneered and continued to talk: "Talk to yourself." If I want to go, you can't help it. Let's talk about a condition, bring me that Wu Chengkong, and I'll give you a chance. ”

The mad monk laughed nervously: "Wu Chengkong? This, forgive the little monk can't. ”

"Why?"

"Because the little monk has already killed her."

Boom, there seemed to be a faint sound of thunder, echoing in the distance.