"Qingjun...... You ......" Xuanyi couldn't help but tighten the sword in his hand and paced in the direction of the girl.

"When I heard you say that you have repented, my heart was overjoyed. Shen Qingjun's voice was as bright as a silver bell, penetrating the cool breeze and drifting to the monk's ears.

"I'm repentant, I'm ...... Repented. You...... Wait for me to pass. ”

Shen Qingjun turned the string of red Buddha beads in his hand and chuckled, "The agreement of the hundred miles of red maple can be counted?"

"Count. On Yanzhi Mountain, a hundred miles of red maple. From now on, you have me. I will...... It's your 'God'. ”

Shen Qingjun didn't answer, but asked something else, "Is he dead?"

"Dead. You and me...... No worries. Xuanyi said this, and approached the corner step by step.

"That's great, come over here. I think...... Look at you. Shen Qingjun beckoned, and the coarse cloth skirt rippled slightly under her movements.

"You wait for me. Xuan Yi replied, and the two were getting closer and closer. It's almost half a metre away.

"Well, I'll wait for you. ”

Suddenly, there seemed to be a voice in my ears, as if someone was calling hoarsely. But the sound was soon outnumbered by the cool breeze and disappeared in mid-air.

Xuanyi stopped his steps, his brows furrowed slightly.

"What are you waiting for, come over quickly!" Shen Qingjun's tone was coquettish, urging the monk's movements.

"I'll come, you wait for me......" Xuan Yi took a step, and the two were about to face each other, but at this time, Xuan Yi's words suddenly became cold and lost his temperature, "You wait for me...... Come and kill you!"

He raised the sword in his hand and stabbed at the body.

The long sword goes in and out, without blood. The end of the sword felt strange, as if two objects had been pierced at the same time. The sword came out, and by the way, it broke a layer of something.

"Xuanyi, what are you...... Why, it hurts!" Shen Qingjun groaned in pain and covered his wound. He whimpered a few times.

"Qingjun, in this wilderness, the red Buddha beads I gave you have been broken, when will you string them into Buddha beads again?"

Xuanyi pulled the Buddha bead on the woman's wrist, and as soon as he touched the bead that should be warm and translucent, he knew it. The rough texture is not his string at all.

Immediately afterwards, the coloring of the red beans of the Buddha beads also began to change, becoming more and more turbid. From the color of acacia to the bone, it gradually turned into a gray variegated color.

"Xuanyi, why do you want to do this to me? Do you know, I am in pain!" Shen Qingjun was still sobbing softly, his voice trembling, really pitiful.

"Qingjun, Huo Lanyuan is dead, aren't you sad at all?" Xuan Yi questioned again, pulling this person's arm.

"Why should I be sad that he is standing between you and me?" Why should I be sad when he killed my parents and slaughtered my people?" "She" was still quibbling, trying to win the sympathy of the monks.

"Qingjun, I stabbed you with a sword, why didn't you bleed?" Xuanyi dragged "Shen Qingjun" out of the darkness in the corner of the wall, and dragged it to the open space where the competition just now, and the moonlight illuminated this person's face.

Everything is already clear.

The person who came was not Shen Qingjun at all, but a strange-looking person. "She" has the same posture as Shen Qingjun, but her appearance is completely different. Strangely, "she" closed her eyes and refused to look at the monk.

"Who are you? How can you imitate her voice?" Hyun Yi grabbed "her" by the arm, scared in his heart, "You take her ...... What's wrong?"

"I killed her, I ate her. Hee-hee-hee, hee-hee-hee. "She" no longer pretended, and sneered.

This laughter was heard by Xuanyi before.

"Why do you ...... Won't open your eyes?" He was stunned, tugging at the comer's wrist, "Are you really...... Kill her?"

"I don't open my eyes because once I open them, you ...... Recognize me!" The corners of her mouth made a strange arc, and she smiled without smiling, as if she had a mask.

Her eyes slowly opened.

Those eyes were black to the end, without any whites. In her huge eye sockets, there is only a deep pool that cannot be seen.

Genichi had seen it on the night the demon took his life.

It's the eyes of the Yakshas.

It suddenly began to make a "puff" sound of water, and its body was agitated for a while.

Xuan Yi felt that his hand was empty, and when he looked at it again, he only held a human skin in his hand. The face and the shell were unfilled, and immediately dried up. But the touch in the hand is real, and the delicate texture must have just been peeled off from the human body.

Blood and viscous fluid can also be glimpsed.

"Demon Yaksha, can you speak?" Xuan Yi put his long sword between the two of them and immediately asked, "Where is Shen Qingjun?"

"I killed, I ate. Right where you left her, hee-hee-hee. Its voice was no longer fake, but reverted back to the familiar low hoarseness, each cry like the cry of the demons of hell.

It stretched out its long, deformed and twisted hands and feet, which had to be broken into several pieces in order to fit into the human skin, and at last it was free again, and it could not help but breathe a long sigh of relief. Beating like a beast in the mountains.

"No way, you lied to me. Xuan Yi was determined, "If you had already killed her, you would have already put on Qingjun's skin to deceive me." You used someone else's skin, which can only show that Qingjun ...... Alive. ”

"Little monk, you are really annoying. Yaksha said this and suddenly jumped up. In his direction, he rushed over. Not human speed. Its sharp nails pierced Genichi's eyes in just a split second, and blood red flowed out.

Its teeth bit through Xuanyi's neck and sucked the monk's blood.

Xuanyi's blood turned golden again.

Yaksha began to convulse and fell to the ground. It's exactly the same as the night when the demon took his life.

"Xuanyi, Xuanyi...... Wake up, wake up. Run!"

Someone was calling him again. It was still Shen Qingjun's voice, and the familiar fragrance flowed on the tip of his nose.

There was a pair of warm hands that were soothing his eyebrows.

Is that you?

Genichi asked.

"You still have an agreement with me, can't you forget?" the visitor cried.

What conventions?

"Yanzhi Mountain, look at the red maple for a hundred miles. ”

Genichi opened his eyes.

This time it was Shen Qingjun's face. Crying like a flower cat.

In the distance, the monster was twitching and whimpering. It can't speak again. It can only let out the roar of a beast.

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。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors