He Cheng dragged the futon mat and sat in front of Yan Hong with his legs kicked.

She chanted silently, her lips colliding up and down, immersed in it and unable to extricate herself.

"I said, since we are fellow villagers, can we be exempted from torture?" He pointed to his temple and grinned, "I have a headache when I listen to the scriptures." ”

Yan Hong is smiling, with a face in colorful clothes, there is naturally no need to talk about the beauty, but the seven-star witch has a Buddha-light smiling face, which still makes people feel awkward.

"My daily practice is to read Buddhist scriptures," she said, lifting her eyelids slightly, then closing them again.

With his hands folded, the Great Compassion Mantra still does not stop.

"Come on, if you keep reading, I can still hide if I can't be provoked."

He stood up on his knees and patted his robe.

But when he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped: "Do you know what realm Fei Stiff is going up again?" ”

"Zombies are low-intelligence evil things, corpses can become stiff for a hundred years, and they can only become zombies in thousands of years, and zombies are not allowed to be in the Three Realms and Six Realms, and the path of cultivation is like crossing a single-plank bridge, and no one can help them. The flying stiff can become a bone, but it has also reached its peak. ”

She didn't open her eyes, she just said what she had seen and heard: "Relying on bloodsucking cannibalism to improve is a small path after all, since you have already stepped on the Jindan Avenue and continue to cultivate, you can become a great way, there are mortals in the world who can become enlightened, and stubborn stones can also be turned into spiritual creatures with the ability to understand the heavens and the earth." ”

"Jindan Avenue, I think it's just that I'm a layman when I meditate and cultivate, and it's difficult to estimate."

He Cheng nodded and searched for a long time: "Come on, if you continue to chant the scriptures, I can't afford to provoke it, but I can still afford to hide."

Yan Hong shook her head gently, as if she was quite helpless about He Cheng's headache.

He Cheng walked out of the cave, walked in the bamboo forest path, and glanced at the entrance of the cave that was closed.

Whispering: "It's red"

The killing intent has risen.

Since she is a "fellow villager", He Cheng thought in her heart to kill her to prevent future troubles and protect the secrets she had crossed, how could she not think of killing He Cheng to "keep it secret"?

What to talk about the price and give benefits, it is just a trick to maneuver.

He Cheng didn't believe that the other party couldn't guess his thoughts.

The immortals who have lived for tens of thousands of years, even if they are merciful and compassionate, can be "demonized" at this moment in order to survive.

He Cheng walked along the bamboo forest path, the purple bamboo leaves sprinkled down with the wind, and he gently raised his hand to pinch a piece.

"Zizhu, it's good to cut a few rocking chairs" He continued to walk along the path, but his eyes looked at Zizhu on the side of the road, as if he was really going to chop a few, waiting to take them back to make a rocking chair for himself.

Just as he was about to leave the bamboo forest, the dragon girl with two small dragon horns on her head jumped out and stopped him.

"The general stays! Tuas has been instructed that you need to follow the virgin chanting for a thousand years, and you must not leave the purple bamboo forest without permission! ”

He Cheng stopped: "No, I'm chatting with Guanyin Bodhisattva, isn't this road going to him?" ”

The dragon girl looked at He Cheng with the eyes of a fool and did not answer.

"Oh, I guess I'm misremembering, when will Guanyin Bodhisattva come back?" He seemed to ask casually.

The dragon girl still blocked the way, and her attitude did not back down in the slightest: "The dragon girl doesn't dare to ask about the matter, she only knows that she must abide by the law, general, you can't leave the purple bamboo forest within a thousand years!" ”

"Looks like it's really gone," he whispered.

"Of course you don't leave, rest assured" He Cheng waved his hand, turned his head helplessly, as if he deliberately said to the dragon girl: "Those who study Buddhism are all wood bumps?" ”

The dragon girl raised her eyebrows, but she recited a few words of Amitabha Buddha and pressed down the anger that was about to rise in her heart.

"The Bodhisattva is gone, and the purple bamboo forest can't get out, this is troublesome."

He Cheng had already walked back to the cave.

A breeze blows.

The bamboo leaves rustled, and occasionally a few purple bamboo leaves swirled and landed at the feet, adding a bit of a murderous atmosphere.

Duh!

The big iron sword was stuck in the ground, straight as a purple bamboo.

The black robe on He Cheng's body was instantly burned into slag by the flames that burst out, and the bright gold armor was wrapped around his body.

The body of the ghost king poking out of the treasure armor on his left arm opened his teeth and claws, and the golden hair on his right arm was even more fierce, and his hair was like a living thing, fluttering with the wind like seaweed.

He Cheng grabbed the big iron sword with his right hand.

The golden retriever roar in his right hand actually reached out his claws and climbed onto the hilt of the iron sword, letting out a roar that went deep into the soul!

Long flaming red hair, fluttering.

The drought-stricken general wearing the golden armor and fire armor was already full of murderous intent, staring at the scarlet eyes, ready to attack!

The purple bamboo forest is dyed with fire, and the fire spreads!

"He should really be like the monkey who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and went to the Buddha's Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years!"

The dragon girl snorted softly, stomping her feet in anger like mud.

Her cultivation is not enough, and she has only learned one way to learn Buddhism, and the virgin who has just been a few days old has won the appreciation of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and she feels uncomfortable, but the other party has deep Buddha roots, and the dragon girl is ashamed.

But a guy who once made havoc in the Heavenly Palace, like a demon, could also be rewarded by Guanyin Bodhisattva, of course she was not convinced.

Being able to chant in the purple bamboo forest for thousands of years, and there is also a companion to read, I don't know how many people in the world who study Buddhism can't cultivate in ten lifetimes.

But looking at He Cheng's appearance, he didn't take it seriously at all.

Bang!

The bamboo forest behind violently unfolded a flame, and the flames surged upward, like a big mushroom.

The purple bamboo was burned, making a crackling explosion.

The heat wave overwhelmed a large piece of purple bamboo, and it fell like a sickle cutting wheat.

The dragon girl raised her sleeves to block her face, but she was still blown back by the heat.

"This is where the virgins are?"

The dragon girl wanted to get closer, but she couldn't even get close to the qi wave caused by the burst of flames, not only did she not advance, but she was pushed back and forth.

He Cheng spewed distemper fire from his nose and mouth, and the five fingers of his right hand clenched the hilt of a foot-long sword.

The sword is drawn, and the fire comes out with the sword.

The big iron sword opened the ground, "boom" pierced through the cave door, and He Cheng tiptoed forward, poked the tip of the sword forward, and smashed the Yellow Dragon!

The fire is just the sword momentum, He Cheng's strongest is his body, the biggest is his strength, and the fire is just the magic power of the leftovers on his body.

The iron sword smashed against the door of the stone carving, like a flame hitting thin ice, and it melted at the touch of a button!

Lying on the big iron sword, the golden retriever who connected He Cheng's right arm and the sword screamed angrily.

Whew!!

A gust of wind blew back, and a little white hand was raised, blocking He Chengyi's sword!

The sword that was so imposing that it seemed to destroy the world was easily blocked by a small hand, and the palm of the hand did not move at all, as if this sword, like a straw stick, did not have the slightest threat.

The fair-skinned little hand pushed forward again.

The force surged back, pushing He Cheng back two steps, and the big iron sword drew a string of flames on the ground.

The waves of air that were set off blew the flames of the sea of fire, burning a large purple bamboo forest and igniting a large mushroom cloud.

Above the South China Sea, a red cloud rises and burns through the sky!