"Hehe, if the poor monk is fake, the poor monk naturally doesn't care much, but the person who can see the poor monk, are you real?" The little monk didn't mind the woman's ridicule, but followed the words and turned the words back.

"You're so bold! How dare you say I'm a fake? Believe it or not, I slaughtered you? The woman didn't understand what the little monk was talking about at all, and her heart was full of anger.

If her hands can move freely, she will inevitably slap this little monk who is bewitching the crowd, and give the little monk a little power.

She wants the little monk to know that in this world, some people are born to not be provoked.

"Donor, you're joking. Since you and the poor monk have a fate to meet today, the poor monk will naturally follow the way of animism, and have the right to let you live, I hope you will do it yourself in the future, and don't do evil and hurt innocent people in the world. The little monk ignored the woman's questions, and always spoke softly, with a tolerant heart.

"Humph! Who cares about you? The woman said unappreciatively, her eyes were full of malice, and there was a supreme evil aura in the evil spirit: "Little monk, let me tell you, as long as you can't kill me, I will kill you." In my world, there is no good, only evil. ”

"That's fine. The poor monk gave it a go, and used his life to influence you, the great evil in the world. The little monk recited the mantra again.

As the strings of incantations were recited, the chains that locked the woman's body loosened little by little.

The woman could feel that her hands were no longer restrained, a strange light color appeared at the bottom of her silver pupils, her expression became weird, and a cold killing intent appeared on her lips.

Slowly, two sharp teeth were exposed, the silver in the pupils of the eyes shone more and more, and the ten fingers were like hooks, and sharp nail pieces grew.

The next moment, the woman broke free of the chain, raised her arms and shouted, raising her head and letting out a roar: 'Whoa'.

When the roar fell, the woman bared her fangs, burst out with a cold anger, and ran towards the little monk without hesitation.

"Little monk, I'm going to kill you!!"

The woman roared, like an unconscious beast, and rushed to the little monk's face, her sharp nails not stopping for a moment, grabbing at the little monk's neck.

However, an invisible force suddenly blocked the woman's attack, as if it was some kind of barrier, and it actually separated the woman and blocked it five steps in front of the little monk.

"Humph! Could this be the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt that human beings often say? It's funny. The woman snorted, "Let me see how long it can protect you?" ”

Sharp nails kept scratching back and forth in the void air, and the white light was like a sharp blade, cutting a dazzling beam of light in the air, and then disappeared into nothingness, as if it had never happened at all.

The little monk lowered his eyes slightly, and did not look at the woman's teeth and claws, but quietly persuaded as before: "Donor, the poor monk advises you to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, there may still be a righteous and bright path in the future." ”

"Little monk, you shut up for me, main nonsense, today, I must take off your head to pay tribute to my dead elites!"

After the woman finished speaking, Fangfang bit her fingers and dripped bright red blood into the air.

As the blood beads of Demon Ye continued to roll down, wisps of blazing white smoke rose in the air in an instant.

Under the white smoke, terrifying cracks suddenly appeared in the invisible barrier, and then the cracks became bigger and bigger, spreading out uncontrollably.

At first, the woman's hand reached in, grabbed the little monk's neck, and contracted tightly.

Then, the woman leaned in halfway, and a bewitching and beautiful face came to the little monk's face, she reached out and stroked the little monk's smooth forehead, and snorted: "I don't know if you, a little monk who has been a vegetarian all year round, taste good." ”

The little monk closed his eyes unmoved, still chanting the incantation in his mouth, and his speech became faster and faster.

The woman stepped in, enveloped in a bewitching moonlight.

Her attention was all on the little monk's body, and she didn't notice that behind her, the invisible barrier had begun to slowly close, and gradually narrowed the scope and began to move closer to the little monk.

The woman still said things that teased the little monk, and she hated the little monk the most because he looked like he gave everything, and he hated it very much.

If she is really so kind-hearted, why can she still let the world fall into her hands?

The so-called belated time is a beautiful lie, a deception that deceives the world.

After all, isn't it just the fear of death?

Thinking of this, the woman couldn't help but feel a little angry in her heart, and the fingers on the little monk's head suddenly exerted her strength, and coldly threatened: "Little monk, if you beg me for mercy, I will let you go." ”

"Donor, the poor monk has already said that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and everything is worry-free for a reason, I hope you can get lost and return, don't go your own way, it's a big mistake." The little monk once again spoke bitterly and persuaded earnestly.

"Shut up! Don't talk anymore, or I'll make you die a little faster. The woman became inexplicably irritable and rebuked fiercely.

Under the sharp nails, streams of blood flowed down, staining the little monk's eyebrows.

The little monk shook his head slightly, as if he was quite helpless about the woman, as the blood slowly flowed down, his figure also became erratic in the woman's sight, however, there was no pain at all.

"Donor, forgive the poor monk for being rude. Even if the poor monk will lose himself, he will inevitably get rid of your evil spirit. The little monk suddenly opened his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes shone with boundless blazing light. A string of spells overflowed from his mouth, as beautiful as lotus lotuses, and instantly surrounded the woman.

The woman's face changed suddenly, and she became a little irritable, "What is this?" Little monk, I advise you not to ...... Yes! ”

Before the woman finished speaking, she exclaimed, as if she was trapped by something, only to see that she was surrounded by an invisible beam of light, which was a pile of Buddhist compassion mantras, and gradually the woman was wrapped, and the woman was no longer allowed to break free.

At the same time, a layer of blood clan permeated, surrounding the little monk, and the little monk's face was calm in the blood light, as if he had such a plan to burn the jade early in the morning, without the slightest panic.

When the blood color disappeared with the woman, Dusk Li only saw the little monk clasping his hands together, and the last thing he said was: "The Buddha said, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, Amitabha." ”

The picture was so tragic that Twilight couldn't bear to keep watching.

Twilight was a bystander, she couldn't participate in it at all, she could only watch the little monk and the woman dissipate together in the vast sea of blood-colored smoke, whether it was fate or sin, those two people didn't have a chance to look at the world again.