"I can kill more than 100 people, but it has become the climate, but I don't know how many hands I can take."

Seeing this, Zhao Zhou glanced at the surrounding skulls slightly, and also walked to the middle of the cottage and glanced around.

"All dead?" Goatee and the others came up later, and when they saw this empty scene, their scalps suddenly tingled, and they felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at them in the open room around them.

But they still half-surrounded Zhao Zhou and formed a circle, as if they were loyal people.

Zhao Zhou listened attentively and found that except for the occasional insect chirping and the footsteps of everyone walking, there was no other sound in the camp, and he didn't know where the Yaksha Rakshasa had gone.

"Master Zhao." The monk was holding the porcelain vase, thinking for a while, and suddenly said to Zhao Zhou: "It seems to have become a bodhisattva an hour ago, cutting off the 'cause and effect of the previous life'... Now.. Breath.... It's broken here...."

The monk said, and when he saw a pool of blood on the ground nearby, he bent down and took it with his fingers, sniffed it, and said cautiously with some embarrassment: "Now the little monk can only infer that it went to the mountains and forests in the north based on the smell of this person's blood. Especially there, according to the merchants, out of the forest, there is also a mountain bandit. ”

"Mountains and forests." Zhao Zhou didn't say anything when he heard this, but came to the edge of the camp, looked at the endless mountains and forests and pondered for a while, and then looked at the two of them who came with him and said, "Li Yin, the mountain road chief, you can get something."

"Not yet." Li Yin closed his eyes for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes and said, "No one has a soul left, and they have all been saved by that Bodhisattva."

"I can only speculate due north." The goatee wiped the feng shui plate, and after chanting a few incantations, he pointed a few drops of blood and pointed to the north and said, "The Bodhisattva leaves about before a stick of incense, or after a stick and a half."

"In that case, you wait for me here first." When Zhao Zhou heard this, he saw that everyone had no specific way, so he first tried to chase after them according to the words of the three people.

"Zhao Ye...."Everyone couldn't help much, so they could only clean up the house here, and they could only make do with it overnight.

"To the north, a stick of incense, another mountain bandit area."

And Zhao Zhou thought about taking the sketch from the monk's hand, so he went down the cliff alone, one step at a distance of forty or fifty meters, while retaining his physical strength, while chasing.

But just like that, the shadows of the trees beside Zhao Zhou rushed by, as if they had shrunk into inches.

It's just that.

Zhao Zhou hadn't walked more than ten miles in this vast forest when he suddenly heard a faint 'click' sound in the distance, accompanied by the screams of some wild beasts, and the soft snort of a woman, and knew that he had chased after him.

"I met a woman in the forest in the middle of the night, and according to the chatter, this is not a demon, or a master of enlightenment."

Zhao Zhou thought about it for a while, and suddenly reined in his spirit, and after a distance of one or twenty meters in one step, and after crossing a distance of nearly three or four hundred meters, he came to the back of a big tree.

At this time, Zhao Zhou looked from behind the tree and saw a small open space in front of him, there was a beautiful woman with bright eyes and bright teeth, skin like condensation, and eyebrows like willow paintings.

And now she is like a warm white jade in this night, between the sleeves of the yarn, she is sitting quietly on the grass, and she seems to be like a cultivator, meditating cross-legged, and there are several dry wolf corpses beside her.

However, these withered wolf corpses not only did not affect the woman's beauty in the slightest, but the blood stains on her pink cocoon veil also brought her a bewitching feeling.

"This is the bodhisattva who has attained the right body?"

Zhao Zhou saw this woman who was captivating the country and the city for a moment, and somehow, he suddenly thought of the 'Daji' who brought disaster to the country and the people.

In the same way, he also knew that the woman in the forest must be the Yaksha Rakshasa he was looking for!

Because, this woman is so beautiful, and she is still in this deep mountain and old forest, there must be something wrong.

In particular, Zhao Zhou also heard that the monk once said that if the Yaksha Rakshasa is cultivated into a positive body, the woman is very beautiful, and it is not an exaggeration to use 'closing the moon and embarrassing flowers, sinking fish and geese'.

But now in Zhao Zhou's view, this 'Closed Moon Shame Flower' is still light-hearted, and it is clearly more beautiful.

"Who is it?"

At the same time, when Zhao Zhou looked at her, she also seemed to have discovered Zhao Zhou, and looked at the place where Zhao Zhou was hiding with her eyes like cutting water.

Zhao Zhou didn't hide anything, but when she saw that she had found herself, she also walked out from behind the tree with four relics.

"I know you." When she saw Zhao Zhou walking out of the forest, she didn't seem to be surprised, but instead smiled and said in a light tone: "The little girl's name is Rakshasa."

"Zhao Zhou." Zhao Zhou returned the salute, fell, rubbed the four relics, and came to sixty or seventy meters in front of her, because this distance was just convenient for Zhao Zhou to kill instantly.

And this rakshasa didn't care, but saw the four relics in Zhao Zhou's hand, and then his bright pupils shrank, raised his arm lightly to cover his lips, and said a little pitifully: "Are you going to kill me?"

"One is missing. You have to die. Zhao Zhou did not hide it, his eyes swept back and forth from her slender legs to her waist that Yingying was holding, and said with some disappointment: "I thought that there would be something strange about you when you became a bodhisattva, but I didn't expect that except for a good skin, it doesn't seem to be anything special."

"It's not special, Brother Zhao will know if you try it...."She made a little daughter posture, biting her lip shallowly, and gently brushing the veil, revealing her collarbone like a crescent moon, and the air was also filled with an erosive atmosphere.

"Am I beautiful?" She chuckled, revealing dimples.

"Beauty."

Zhao Zhou praised it, and also looked at her half-covered and looming chest, "But, I think the relics on your chest are better." ”

The words fell.

Zhao Zhou stopped talking, closed the pores, and the 'furnace' suddenly opened.

Suddenly, as he stepped out, all the way through, there was a 'whirring' sound, the earth collapsed, and a gust of wind, tearing the air flow, also pointed directly at Rakshasa's chest, without sparing his hand.

Especially coupled with Zhao Zhou's murderous intent, this type of progress and killing, the tiger's claws split, it only took half a breath, and there was no time for anyone to react.

Including Rakshasa didn't expect Zhao Zhou to be so 'ruthless', as soon as he touched the jade foot on one side, the yarn was attacked, and he was broken by Zhao Zhou, pierced his chest, and grabbed a mellow relic from her body.

At the same time, there was a 'snap', and the rakshasa was attacked by the remaining strength, rolled down to a large tree, and half lay on the ground.

"Good.... Ruthless...."She laughed lightly, and when she looked at Zhao Zhou with her delicate face, there were tears in her eyes, and there was a charming feeling, which was very tiresome and very weird.

Zhao Zhou suddenly heard this, glanced back at her, and also looked at her strange eyes, but there was no pity.

Because, Zhao Zhou probably knew that she wanted to plant a 'heart demon' for herself before she died, so that she had a feeling of killing 'someone who shouldn't be killed'.

"I can't even take it with one hand, and I dare to bewitch the public." Zhao Zhou shook his head, his mind was not moved, but he wanted to string these five relics into hand beads.

And also in the next moment.

The Rakshasa relics were taken away, his own appearance was gradually aging, and his resentful eyes begging for mercy slowly dissipated, and after a while, the skin and flesh were detached, and the corpse instantly decayed, leaving only a pair of bones full of holes, and the pink raccoon yarn that I just got from nowhere.

"The pink skeleton is just a pair of skins."

Zhao Zhou looked at the powder veil and dry bones, and then coiled the five relics in his hand, and somehow, suddenly felt something, and suddenly remembered the 'deep well hell', and also thought of a sentence that seemed to be like a Buddha.

"On the way to the relics, 'hell' has also gone, or rather, it is on me. And this Gone with the Wind has also seen it, but now it has just turned into dry bones. It also seems to be in response to the sentence, 'Hell on earth, the end of the world is close at hand.' Pink skull, water moon mirror flower....'"

Zhao Zhou thought for a moment, collected the relics, and went back to the way he came.

It's just that when he walked on the road, he recited these words that seemed to be like a Buddha twice, but he always felt that the six senses were supernatural, or the road above the gods, as if he was in the 'close to the end of the world, the water, the moon and the mirror flowers'.