The monk emperor frowned, Ji Yunkong was stunned, he finally found out what was the difference between this young monk and the monk emperor. In terms of qi cultivation, the person in front of him is still a little worse than the monk emperor he knows. If the monk emperor is here, he will never show a trace of expression if the sky collapses outside.

The more the man spoke, the more intense he became, pointing at the woman opposite and scolding, while speaking angrily at the monk and the emperor. At first, he still retained a hint of respect and accompanied by caution, but later, the monk emperor never responded, and he became more and more bold.

Moreover, with the silence of the monk emperor, everyone who originally had great confidence in him began to gradually doubt. Finally, not only the middle-aged man in front of him shouted loudly, but even the people behind him began to shout one after another. And the rest of the masters also stood up and said something to the monk emperor with a serious face.

As soon as the monk stretched out his hand and signaled them to be quiet, all the voices that spoke stopped abruptly, which shows that the monk emperor still has unshakable prestige among this group of people.

He shook his head and said something to everyone, and everyone was overjoyed and hurriedly made way for him. The monk came out of the crowd and stood in front of the woman.

The woman's face was pale, and the wound in her heart seemed to be deeper and heavier than the injuries on her body! Looking at the monk emperor, her eyes were already a dead gray color, and she stood up from the ground, blood flowing from the wound. However, she didn't seem to feel any pain, and her hands clenched again, and a trace of internal force began to gather under her palms.

The monk's eyes were still flat, and he said something to the other party, but the woman's already lifeless eyes instantly revealed infinite essence.

At this moment, the monk emperor did not give her a chance to speak, and the robe on her body instantly turned into a curtain covering the sky and flew towards the other party. "The robe subdues the demons?" Ji Yunkong exclaimed, but unfortunately no one heard it. This set of Buddhist exercises, mainly to subdue demons, the purpose is not to slaughter, but to subdue, can be regarded as one of the softest sets of martial arts in Buddhism.

The conversation between the monk and the woman did not seem to be heard by everyone behind him, and when they saw the robe flying away, everyone's faces showed a determined smile.

But they were wrong! Ji Yunkong understood from the technique used by the monk emperor to throw out the robe and the angle of rotation of the robe, this is not the "robe subduing magic skill" at all! It can even be said that this cannot be called a martial art at all, and the robe fell on the woman's head without threat, wrapping her whole body tightly, like the most intimate movement of a sympathetic person, and gently draped her in a coat.

Ji Yunkong could see it, and the rest of the masters could see it even more, the middle-aged man who spoke first shouted in horror and didn't know anything, and his figure quickly retreated.

Although he can be regarded as a peerless master, how can he compare with the monk emperor? The distance of space was shattered in an instant, and the figure of the Monk Emperor appeared behind him. With a loud bang, the man's head shattered like a watermelon. What about peerless masters? In the eyes of the top ten masters, they are just ants, not to mention the monk's intention to sneak attack.

The red and white things splashed the monk's head and face, and the blood was left along his ** upper body, intertwined into a miserable picture scroll between the chest and waist and abdomen, and the paint used in the painting was the blood of a peerless master!

"Ah......" Although he couldn't hear the sound, Ji Yunkong could imagine their expressions, facing an enemy like the top ten masters was even more terrifying than facing the underworld Yama. Except for the pervert of Qi Xian, even Gongsun Huang was not sure to escape in the hands of the top ten masters.

The monk emperor slapped out with his palm, and a huge golden light had fallen in the sky, and it was not clear whether it was Buddha light or sunlight. In short, after this light disappeared, there were only a few scattered people left in the field, as well as the monk emperor's whole body watered with blood. He still has a faint smile on his face, but at this time, he no longer looks like a monk with advanced Buddhism, but more like a Shura who crawled out of hell.

"No!" Although he didn't understand lip language, Ji Yunkong still saw the woman's shouting. Even Ji Yunkong didn't expect that the monk emperor who "swept the floor and feared the lives of moles, and cherished the moth gauze lamp" would suddenly burst out and kill hundreds of people in one fell swoop.

The rest of the people trembled, but the monk emperor at this moment did not leave them any chance, with a flick of his finger, they had died silently, this quiet way of dying, I am afraid that the monk emperor's last mercy.

The monk sat cross-legged on the ground, allowing the blood to remain on his body. At this moment, even Ji Yunkong didn't know whether he was a bodhisattva or a demon who destroyed the world.

Even if she was besieged by everyone and was seriously injured, the woman who never cried, at this moment, tears poured out like a broken embankment. The woman stumbled towards the monk, she knew what the monk wanted to do. In this world, there is no one who knows the monk emperor better than her.

It's a pity, what does the monk emperor want to do, how can mortals stop it? Before the woman could get closer, she was blocked by an invisible wall. The wall formed by this air is the internal force of the monk emperor's life, and unless his skill is comparable to his, it is impossible to break through. In this world, how many people are comparable to the monk emperor?

The monk emperor smiled and said something to the woman, and the woman kept crying and shaking her head, but she could not change the monk's mind in the slightest.

At this moment, the monk emperor suddenly glanced in the direction of Ji Yunkong. It was this glance that made Ji Yunkong tremble, he could feel that the monk seemed to be aware of his existence, but he didn't say it.

The monk suddenly threw the Zen staff in his hand, and the Zen staff turned into a streamer and flew into the air, and fell from the air in a blink of an eye, and the iron tip at the end was straight into the back of the monk and leaked out of the chest. This blow penetrated the heart of the monk emperor, and it was difficult for the immortals to live, not to mention, the monk emperor never thought of living.

Ji Yunkong was stunned by the scene in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, the monk emperor had fallen into the woman's arms and turned into a cold corpse. The woman's eyes were bleeding and tearful, and she looked up to the sky and howled as if she was crazy. Suddenly, the woman ran wildly with the corpse of the monk and emperor.

Ji Yunkong hurriedly ran with the woman, but unfortunately, the woman was obviously running with the potential of her whole body, and with Ji Yunkong's speed, she couldn't catch up. By the time Ji Yunkong caught up with them, the woman had already hid in a cave with the monk, and then, with a wave of the woman's palm, the mouth of the cave collapsed, the rolling boulder fell, and the sky collapsed, and the bodies of the woman and the monk were completely buried in the depths of the mountain.

The woman's palm was so powerful that not only the rock collapsed, but even the earth trembled, no, it should be that the whole world was shaking. Ji Yunkong suddenly felt that his body was shaky and he couldn't stand firmly.

"Little brother!"

"Brother Yunkong!"

Ji Yunkong suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Beitang Chiwei and Duanmu Zhishi were looking at him nervously, and he was still in the room, everything in Fang Cai was like a dream of Nan Ke, but it was really incomparable, Ji Yunkong even remembered every detail clearly.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Brother Yunkong, I'm scared to death, you've been in a coma for three days, woo woo woo ......" Duanmu was ashamed to lie in Ji Yunkong's arms and cried, after Ji Yunkong fell into a coma, she couldn't find half a reason, if it weren't for Ji Yunkong's physical condition all the time, I was afraid that this ghost doctor would commit suicide in shame.

"Three days?" Ji Yunkong was shocked, three days had passed, but he didn't feel tired and hungry at all. Ji Yunkong glanced back, the relics of the Monk Emperor were still emitting a faint Buddha light, but no matter how much internal force he sent into it, he could no longer enter that dream