He staggered over to the Ming Fu Zhenren.

Bi respectfully asked: "Real person, please...... Excuse me, what is this...... What's going on? ”

"Oh? Don't you know? ”

"Poor...... The poor monk really doesn't know. ”

With a cold glint in his eyes, Ming Fu Zhenren stretched out his hand to take back the dust, and the deacon who had collapsed fell to the ground with a "snap".

"Obviously, your deacon is under control."

In a word, completely break things up.

The old monk looked like the sky was about to fall, and his voice was terrified: "Deacon Clear, you...... Why are you?! ”

"Why?" The deacon smiled coldly, his voice echoing, like two people talking at the same time.

If you listen carefully, you can hear that one is the original timbre of the Clear Deacon, and the other is the timbre of the spirit puppet.

"I'm over 100 years old, but my cultivation has been stagnant...... Deacon's tone became more and more vicissitudes: "If I don't find another way, I will become a loess billet, how can I be willing?!" ”

"Just for your own selfish desires, you killed so many innocent lives...... ruin with a long face full of mockery: "With your vicious mind, you won't be able to break through for another hundred years!" ”

"Innocent lives?" The old monk suddenly raised his head and looked at the ruins in confusion: "In addition to devouring the spirit puppet, the deacon is ...... What else did he do? ”

"Why do you think that golem has become so powerful?"

"What do you mean...... The spirit puppet sucked a lot of ......" The old monk could not bear to say any further, and he meditated on the spot in pain, reciting the scriptures in his mouth, wanting to die for the victim.

"The soul is all digested, are you overpowering the air? Don't pretend here! ”

Xu Yi's long tone was angry: "At the moment, we must find out how many monks are involved in it and find out them one by one, otherwise there will be no need for your Pure Spirit Temple to exist!" ”

Alive, the surrounding monks have different looks.

Some are frightened, some are panicked, some are sad, and some are compassionate.

Chu Xinbai secretly rubbed their reactions in his heart, and among the panicked people were the two gatekeepers.

The old monk stopped the excess, and the whole person looked much older: "The Taoist chief is reasonable, but the abbot has gone out to travel, and this matter should be decided after he comes back!" ”

Seeing that the old monk had the intention of shirking, Chu Xinbai was the first to refuse.

When she thought of her mother's current condition, her heart ached.

"After hurting so many people, you still want to digest it internally? I see that you have a good face, but your heart is indeed black! ”

The old monk's face was slightly red, but he still stubbornly said: "Why is the little benefactor aggressive, the poor monk assures you that he will never let go of anyone in this matter, but whoever participates in it will not be spared!" ”

"I believe you're a ghost!" Regarding what the old monk said, Chu Xinbai said that she didn't even believe in a single punctuation mark.

Seeing that the scene was stalemate, the deacon of the clear space, who was lying on the ground and gasping, used all his strength to speak: "You don't have to fight, this matter is my own doing, and it has nothing to do with others!" ”

"Really?" Chu Xinbai took a few steps forward and squatted in front of the deacon of the clear space: "I can't see that you are still quite righteous, or did you respond to that sentence - people are about to die, and their words are good?" ”

"If you want to kill, you have to listen to it!"

The deacon dropped the words, and turned his head to stare at the ground without saying a word.