The title was "The Obscene Monk Under the Water", but it was rejected...... Brothers and sisters, if you think this book is okay, then collect and read it, and support the space in the Qiankun painting wall is thousands of miles away, which is very similar to the world of heaven and earth. A stream flows from a mountain stream and gathers a pool of two hundred meters in diameter, irregular oval, and dark green.

The Facelings and the Nine-Tailed Fox came to the edge of the waterhole and quietly watched the water, there were not many fish and shrimp in the pool, but there were a lot of plankton living in the pool.

The Faceling glanced at the nine-tailed fox before jumping into the pool, followed by the nine-tailed fox and into the stream.

The Faceling closed his pores and breathed internally, his body completely immersed in the stream, and he could feel the chill of the stream. And three feet away from the nine-tailed fox's body, a layer of light curtain was propped up, completely cutting off the stream.

The more I sank into the stream, the more cold the stream became, and the number of strange fish with round heads and pointed mouths gradually increased. After sinking into the waterhole for twenty feet, the huge pressure from the stream pressed the faceling, and a pale golden electric light faintly appeared in his **.

The nine-tailed fox glanced at the Faceling, her expression was slightly surprised, but the Faceling had performed a defensive technique, the Iron Cloth Shirt.

The bottom of the waterhole has widened a lot, the reef is thickened, the light is dim, and the strange fish are increasing, and a pair of sparkling eyes move in the stream.

After sinking thirty feet into the pool, the Faceling and the Nine-Tailed Fox sank to the bottom, and the water was cold to the bone. Using their senses, the Facelings found the body of a bald monk in a reef.

It's not a corpse, this bald monk is not dead, but someone has cut off the operation of the true qi of the whole body with heavy techniques, just like a dead person. A smile spread from the Faceling's eyes, unbelievable that this bald monk had been soaked for thirteen years and had not yet drowned.

Thirteen years ago, when the Facelings came here as a teenager, they met this bald monk who was molesting female ghosts, and the Flying Tiger, the master of the Facelings at that time, used the method of cutting off the veins in a fit of rage, sealing the meridians of the bald monk's whole body and throwing them into this pool.

However, seeing this lewd monk, two sharp lights burst out from the eyes of the nine-tailed fox.

The Faceling lifted the bald monk, his hands tapping and flapping on his body, cracking the sealed meridians of his body, and it wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that the Faceling completely freed him from his bondage.

Therefore, the Facelings deeply sighed at Master's Flying Tiger's methods.

The bald monk had been soaked for thirteen years, his cheeks, body, and limbs were swollen, and his skin had turned dark green of the pool, but his vital functions were still vigorous. His eyes suddenly opened, and two evil lights burst out.

The meridians of the whole body were sealed, and the bald monk suffered the great pain of cutting off the veins and locking the yuan, and he cursed the Flying Tiger every day for not dying, if it weren't for his life essence, he would have been eaten alive by the strange fish in the water.

Now that the power of the interception of the veins has been broken, the bald monk has the urge to cry, but after he saw the faceless man and the nine-tailed fox in front of him, his face suddenly turned pale, and a pair of obscene eyes instantly scattered a look of fear.

Ya, the flying tiger who suffered a thousand knives back then, he was wearing this mask!

"You're not dead, you're really not mortal. Move your hands and feet first, and let me ask you a question. The Faceling smiled, using his belly pronunciation, and said.

"You...... You're not that person!"

The bald monk stared at the Faceless Man fixedly, and also felt that the person in front of him lacked a kind of evil aura of the person back then, and because it took too long for the Faceling to crack the pulse amputation technique of his whole body, he deduced that the person in front of him was not the same person he was thirteen years ago.

After guessing that it was not the Flying Tiger, the bald monk immediately straightened his back, and his eyes flashed again, and he sent out a voice and shouted: "You are the little fart boy back then, that old guy must be dead, ......right?" If I don't die, I will curse him to death, curse him to death!"

The bald monk was persecuted by the Flying Tiger, and was afraid and hated, and now he guessed that the Flying Tiger was dead, he nervously let out a crazy scream, he felt happy from the depths of his soul, and his whole body trembled with excitement, and even the water waves shook and rippled.

The Faceling quietly watched the bald monk and laughed for half an hour, and when his emotions calmed down a little, the Faceling made a voice and said, "You laughed and laughed, tell me what happened to the Qiankun Painting Wall?"

"How did that old guy die, he was killed by lightning......, right? He must have died a miserable death, right...... What, you say Qiankun painted the wall?"

The bald monk was not over his excitement, and his heart was constantly speculating about the misfortune of the Flying Tiger, and the swollen muscles of his face were faintly distorted. But after he heard the Qiankun painting wall, his laughter stopped abruptly, and he instantly changed into an arrogant demeanor, and said: "Boy, don't blame the Buddha for looking down on you, how can the Qiankun painting wall be something you can ask...... Yo alas, this chick is very smart, borrow me for two days......"

The bald monk's nature is unwavering, and the enemy in his heart was finally cursed to death by himself, which can be described as refreshing. He saw the beautiful appearance of the nine-tailed fox clearly, and his eyes suddenly became lustful, as if he had been suffocated for thirteen years, waiting for the sparks to burn.

"You don't recognize her?" the Faceling asked.

"Recognize, how can you not recognize, she is the little Cuiyun in Cuiyun Nunnery, when we were in the firewood room of Cuiyun Nunnery, I also rubbed her back, hehehe, her skin is called a slippery, tired person...... Little Cuiyun, little sweet......"

The bald monk swam around the nine-tailed fox like a fish monster, his expression was lewd, and the words he said were mixed with unbearable lewd laughter, if the nine-tailed fox had a real body, he would simply go up and knead it.

But the strange thing is that the nine-tailed fox's expression is natural, and there is no anger at all.

The faceless man was funny in his heart, and the bald monk was not afraid of it, and he actually openly teased the nine-tailed fox?

"She is the thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox in the temple in the Nine Palaces Bagua Array in the Qiankun Painting Wall. ”

"Millennial nine-tailed fox?"

The bald monk was imprisoned for thirteen years, his thinking slowed down by half a beat, he combed these things over and over again in his heart, and after confirming that it was a nine-tailed fox, his complexion changed drastically in an instant, and he turned around and fled: "It's a thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox! The nine-tailed fox is out of trouble...... The nine-tailed fox is also a thousand-year-old goblin if he hasn't gotten out of trouble!"

Seeing the bald monk fleeing upwards desperately, the Faceling pursued decisively, his speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared above the bald monk, he flew up and kicked heavily in the face of the bald monk.

The nine-tailed fox was at the bottom of the water, and the bald monk was unwilling to retreat even if he was killed, and his eyes were full of fierce light, and he violently slammed into the faceling.

The bald monk's posture was vicious, like a crocodile in the water, and a wave of turbulent water rushed upward. An emerald green stick suddenly jumped out of the Faceling's hands, and he swung the thousand-pound stick and slammed it down.

Bang!

The thousand-pound peach stick from top to bottom, smashed into the wave of water, and the powerful bombardment force was immediately transmitted to the bald monk, the bald monk snorted, and his body weight fell to the bottom of the water, smashing a large reef at the bottom of the pond out of a deep pit.

The water in the entire stream was violently turbulent, and even the surface of the water was stirred up by layers of waves.

The weight of the peach stick itself has reached 1,000 catties, coupled with the true power infused by the facelings, as well as the ancient attack formation depicted by the nine-tailed fox, so the overall smashing power of the peach stick is extremely amazing. The bald monk snorted and crawled out of a pile of gravel reefs, and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.