When Chen Hao saw the butterfly, his heart was indeed love, hate, love and hate.

He approached Butterfly Nightmare and held out a hand: "Butterfly, I love you, you come with me!"

Unexpectedly, the butterfly nightmare showed a frightened look on his face, trembling all over, and hid behind the white-clothed monk.

Chen Hao was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he was an undead, with a dark and terrifying aura surging on his body, even if he regained his appearance before his death, it would still make the living feel afraid.

He understands that he and Butterfly Yin and Yang will never be together.

This made him both disappointed and angry, he stared at the butterfly and the white-clothed monk, the undead qi on his body surged violently, his eyes sank deeply, his face grew purple undead lines, his hair was scattered, his body swelled, and he changed back to the appearance of the previous nine undead.

His eyes were red, and he walked towards the butterfly night step by step, and the butterfly nightmare lost his voice and said, "Monk save me!"

Unexpectedly, Chen Hao's huge body suddenly knelt down with a "poof" and said, "Master, please don't do it, I just want to say a few words to the butterfly." ”

The monk gave his hands to Shesh and did not speak.

Chen Hao said again: "I know that I and Butterfly Nightmare will never be together, but Butterfly Nightmare is the person I love the most, I am willing to reincarnate from the heavenly realm into the human world for her, and then fall into the underworld, and I cannot be reborn, this may be the last time I see Butterfly Nightmare, master, I just want to say a few words to Butterfly Nightmare, even if I am trapped in the Labyrinth of the Dead forever, I am willing!"

His voice was sincere, and his eyes looked at the white-robed monk.

"Amitabha!" the monk finally spoke: "That is it, then ......"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Hao suddenly stretched out his hand to grab him, and the monk was caught off guard, and a piece of flesh and blood on his left arm was torn off with the sleeve of his shirt, and it was immediately bloody!

Chen Hao laughed evilly, stood up from the ground suddenly, and pounced on the white-clothed monk!

His hands were like claws, and the tips of his claws flashed with a little miserable undead light, grabbing the upper, middle and lower paths of the monk.

The monk did not dodge, but just put his hands on his chest and recited a mantra: "Hum, Boom, Tuodu, Gong!"

Qingyin knew the mantra very well, and said, "This is the mantra of the Great Ri Rulai. ”

The power of this mantra was extraordinary, and as soon as he came out, dozens of white lights were erected in front of the white-clothed monk, rising from the soles of his feet and opening like a fan, isolating Chen Hao from the outside.

As soon as Chen Hao's hand touched the white light, he let out a miserable cry.

He was furious and roared: "Monk, what are you doing as a monk, this is a matter between me and the Nightmare, if you obediently get out of the way, I will spare you from death, if you are still obsessed, I will make you die without a place to be buried!"

The white-clothed monk lowered his eyes and closed his eyes behind the white light, and his lips muttered a mantra, ignoring Chen Hao at all.

Chen Hao was even more angry, and with a move of his right hand, an ink inkstone appeared in his palm, and the ink inkstone was held upside down, but the ink in the inkstone did not fall out at all.

"Splash ink to cover the sky!" Chen Hao shouted angrily, threw out the ink inkstone in his hand, and the ink in the ink concept flew out, turning into thick black juice, and falling all over the sky, and it rained black.

Where the black rain passed, the white light was gradually eroded, and the monk sealed his hands and pushed forward, and the white light was strengthened again, like a fence, pulling the attack of the black rain.

The walls of the entire labyrinth suddenly moved, sometimes twisting and sometimes rising, sometimes straight and sometimes short, and the floor of the labyrinth shook with it, and there were bricks and stones falling overhead.

The butterfly was unsteady on its feet and fell to the ground.

The white-clothed monk heard the sound, but he didn't look back, but said hurriedly: "The wall of the labyrinth is made by the minds of the undead, and now Chen Hao has mobilized all the undead in the entire labyrinth to attack us, I won't be able to support it for long, you go quickly!"

Butterfly Nightmare looked at his back and said: "Monk, I know that the reason why you didn't dodge just now, and blocked all hard, is because you want to stand in front of me and block all attacks for me, if you don't go, I won't go!"

"Since you all know that you yourself are a burden to me, and I can't do anything about you here, why don't you leave quickly?" the monk frowned slightly, and shouted sharply.

The butterfly was still hesitating, and suddenly turned into several undead spirits in the air, with a fierce light on their faces, and pounced on the white-clothed monk from top to bottom.

"Let's go!" The white-clothed monk pushed back with his right hand, and a soft force was born in the palm of his hand, pushing the butterfly out of the door, and at the same time, his left hand drew a circle, and with a flip of his wrist, the gesture turned into a demon slaying seal, and a huge golden light attack wave was released around his body, and at the same time, the undead who besieged him were sent away.

The undead disappeared as soon as they landed, but in the blink of an eye, they attacked from another direction at an unexpected speed.

The monk was caught off guard, and he was caught a few times on his shoulder and arm, and a little scarlet suddenly appeared on his white clothes.

The strange laughter of the undead rang out in the air.

The butterfly nightmare hurriedly pulled out a few "phoenix tail needles" from his hair, and shot at those resentful spirits with a flick of his hand.

But the undead disappeared with a strange smile, and several "phoenix tail needles" all fell to the ground.

The next moment, several undead suddenly appeared in front of the butterfly's eyes, pounced on her from several angles, front, back, left and right!

Butterfly Nightmare hurriedly parried, but was entangled by several undead and couldn't get out, seeing one undead reach out to her throat, but her hands were locked by the other two undead, and suddenly white light flashed in front of her, and several undead all disappeared like snow lions to fire.

Butterfly was overjoyed, and just wanted to say "thank you, monk", but saw that the white-clothed monk was hit in the chest by Chen Hao's punch, and he took a few steps back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!

"Monk!" Butterfly cried out with a pang of sadness and guilt in her heart.

The white-clothed monk tilted his head slightly: "Don't leave yet, I still have to be distracted to take care of you when I am fighting the soul of the ninth world, do you want me to die here?"

Butterfly bit her lip and held back the tears in her eyes: "Monk, will you come back?"

"Yes!" the white-clothed monk only said one word, and then fought with Chen Hao.

Butterfly gritted her teeth and walked out of the temple door with a ruthless heart.

She forced herself to keep moving forward, moving forward, for fear that as soon as she turned back, she couldn't help but turn back.

"It's okay!" she kept saying to herself in her heart: "It's okay, the monk's mana is so high, even the 'Mixed Yuan Three Tyrants' are not his opponents at all, and that ninth-generation undead Chen Hao can't beat him!"

She walked out of the temple gate, heard the rumbling sound of fighting behind her, the sound of the maze rumbling and twisting and changing, and suddenly thought in her heart: "Even if the monk can beat Chen Hao, but he has subdued all the undead in the labyrinth, how can the monk alone deal with so many people? Even if the monk can really beat Chen Hao and all the undead, but the wall of the maze changes at any time, what if he is trapped and dies in the maze? How can the monk know that he will definitely come back?"

Thinking of this, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and ran desperately towards the temple gate, and as she ran, she said in her heart: "Great mercy and compassion Guanyin Bodhisattva, save you and bless you, don't be too late!

She unconsciously recited the Buddha.

Even she didn't realize that she was unknowingly influenced by the unknown white-clothed monk, believing that Buddhism is boundless and that Buddha's power can return to heaven.

When she stepped into the temple gate, she suddenly found that the labyrinth in front of her was no longer the original labyrinth at all, it had completely changed, all the walls had changed, and all the roads had changed directions.

She turned her head with some confusion and looked at the place where she came, but found that the direction of the original door had long been out of sight, and there were only stone walls behind her, which was eerie and ugly.

She could even hear the eerie low laughter coming from between the stone walls.

Butterfly's heart sank—

On these stone walls, there were no traces of fighting or blood marks at all, that is, in the short period of time just now, the entire huge labyrinth had completely changed direction.

Even if the white-clothed monk can defeat Chen Hao, he may not be able to find the exit smoothly.

She kept going in the direction of the stone wall, and kept going, but the labyrinth seemed to have no end, and sometimes she was tired of walking, and heard a faint laughter behind her, and when she turned around, she saw that the place she had walked had become completely strange again.

The more she walked, the more frightened she became, and she didn't know how long it took, but her legs grew heavier and heavier as if they were filled with lead.

Every time she felt that she couldn't walk anymore and wanted to give up, she said to herself in her heart: "Butterfly, you have to come on, you must find the monk, he saved your life, as long as you are not dead, you must find him and return to him what you owe him!"

Just as she was thinking like this, her eyes suddenly went dark!

The butterfly stretched out its five fingers and shook them in front of her eyes, but she couldn't see anything.

She suddenly became frightened in her heart,—— could it be that she was blind in both eyes?

She touched the front and back with her hand, left and right, and touched an uneven stone wall, which seemed to be carved with swords, and was deeply embedded in the stone, she thought that this might be the battlefield just now, so she carefully and slowly moved her steps forward.

As he walked, he tentatively asked, "Is there anybody?"

From the echo of the voice, she felt that it seemed to be a confined space, not too big, but there was no sound in it, no wind, and it seemed to be nothing.

There was only a dead silence, and it was eerily quiet.

The butterfly rubbed her eyes vigorously, but she couldn't see anything.

She felt that she must be blind, and with fear and nervousness, she couldn't help but cry softly.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a voice saying, "Don't cry, since you have found all this, what are you afraid of?"

The voice was low and indistinct, and she couldn't hear it very clearly, but the Nightmare's cry stopped, because her instincts told her that the one who spoke was the monk.

At this moment, the white light flashed and suddenly lit up.