Suddenly, I heard a thunderous roar behind me, it was like a thunderbolt in a sunny day, and everyone was shocked in their hearts, and they looked back. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw Shikong standing behind them with a vajra Zen staff in his hand, the word "swastika" on his forehead was shining with golden light, glaring angrily at everyone, and his whole body was shining with golden light, but his cultivation had recovered a lot.

Shikong stood there majestically, the treasure was solemn, as if the golden body Arhat was in the lower realm, seeing the great monk so majestic and inviolable, everyone was stunned.

Tong Feihu was puzzled and said, "Master, how can you ......?"

I only heard Shikong say: "Dozens of you men and women chased and killed a seriously injured woman, and you did it, who dares to chase it out, you must first ask the poor monk if this vajra Zen staff in his hand is willing." ”

Saying that, the Vajra Wand pointed to everyone, the golden light on the Vajra Zen wand was shining, the iron ring on the wand was crisp, and the great monk raised his eyebrows, not angry and arrogant, and he had the intention of hitting whoever dared to move.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, everyone knows how powerful this great monk is, who dares to move, and at this moment, when everyone turned their heads again, they saw the blue sky and white clouds outside the window of the Hexagonal Xuan, and Zhuge Baiyun had already fled without a trace with the demon blue butterfly.

It turned out that Master Shikong really couldn't see everyone bullying an injured woman, and even more despised some people for the sake of fame under the guise of eliminating demons and defending the way, he greatly appreciated Zhuge Baiyun's actions, plus he really couldn't figure out that the Demon Blue Butterfly had a chance to break his Buddhist Golden Bell Jar at the last moment, and then kill him in one go, but she didn't grasp that opportunity.

Shikong knew that the Demon Blue Butterfly was by no means a mediocre hand, and the opportunity could not be something she couldn't have noticed, so she might not be a murderous witch as rumored. After all, rumors are rumors, and one by one I don't know how many people have verbally revised them.

What's more, on the rivers and lakes, there are not too few people who are smeared by rumors, killed, and forced to die.

Master Shikong had been trying his best to restore his cultivation, and when he saw a room full of dozens of people going to hunt down and kill the man and woman, he was furious, and rushed forward to pull out the Vajra Demon Suppression Zen Wand inserted in the ground, and shouted at everyone for a while.

Master Shikong's shout was the roar of the lion of Buddhism, which only shocked everyone's hearts, and his cultivation overflowed outside his body, shining with golden light, and everyone was forced by his might, and no one dared to chase after him.

Everyone looked at Master Shikong in a panic, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath, and after a moment of confrontation, Shikong felt that Zhuge Baiyun and the Demon Blue Butterfly had gone far away, and it was not easy to be chased, so he withdrew the Vajra Demon Descending Zen Staff.

Shikong didn't say a word anymore, turned around and walked towards the staircase, the white-faced little novice immediately followed, watching Master Shikong go down the Baiyun Tower, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, some people spread their hands left and right, expressing helplessness.

But someone in the crowd said, "Is this bald donkey crazy? At first, he fought with the demon blue butterfly to the death, why did he suddenly protect the demon witch?"

Someone screamed: "The great monk has entered menopause! His temperament is unpredictable, who knows what he is thinking in his bald melon?"

"It was the boss of Baiyun Building who rescued the Demon Blue Butterfly, and we all smashed his Baiyun Tower. Someone shouted.

I don't know who in the crowd said: "Wait, it's a pity that this Baiyun Tower is smashed......"

Zhuge Baiyun hugged the blue butterfly and ran all the way, his cultivation was very low, and the light skills were naturally not very smart, plus he was holding a person, and his steps were even heavier, the blue butterfly was shocked in his arms, and this demonic protector was full of shame at this time, and his eyes were grateful and embarrassed.

The blood was always flowing, sometimes falling to the ground drop by drop, sometimes staining the ground red by several drops, it was like a small red flower blooming - it was all the blood of the blue butterfly.

Crossing the alley, walking through the market, going out of the archway, running to the suburbs, Zhuge Baiyun didn't snort, he only knew that he was running wildly all the way, even if he was very tired and tired, Lan Die could hear the man's panting, and even felt his heartbeat, she couldn't help but wipe the sweat beads from his face with her hand.

After a long time, Blue Butterfly turned her face sideways and saw a small house not far in front of her, although the cabin was small, but it was very exquisite, and the cabin was surrounded by a wooden fence.

There is a stream not far from the house, trickling down, there are willows by the stream, verdant and dripping, there are trees outside the house, green grass on the ground, flowers bloom everywhere, blue sky and white clouds in the sky, at a glance, the blue sky and green land here seem to be handed over, as if this is the end of heaven and earth.

The blue butterfly was happy in his heart, he liked this place very much, and the little blue butterfly chasing after them with a pair of black diamond eyes and bones observed, and it seemed to like this place too, dancing happily among the flowers, flying.

Blue Butterfly felt that the man holding her was panting, and his heart was beating fast, but he still ran forward with her in his arms, and he didn't dare to stop for a moment, as if he was afraid that someone would chase after him, he didn't say a word, his face kept facing forward, and his eyes kept looking ahead, looking at the exquisite cabin.

The blue butterfly suddenly saw a green mountain in the distance, and a sense of déjà vu arose.

Blood, dripping all the time, bit by bit, dripping on the tip of the grass, dripping on the petals, falling on the soil, dripping on the small stones, maybe the blood flowed too much, the blue butterfly only felt weak, dizzy for a while, suddenly black in front of her eyes, unconsciously unconscious.

In the alley, Zhuge Baiyun ran through the alley with the demon blue butterfly, the alley is deep, the bluestone is paved, and the surface of the bluestone has become round and smooth after being trampled by people for many years. The alleys are lined with low-slung houses, either dilapidated or new. On a bluestone at the front of the street at the head of the alley, there was a drop of crystal crimson blood in the middle of the stone—the blood of a blue butterfly.

The blood was like a blooming flower, slightly full in the middle, and spread out in a thread around it, it was bright red, crystal red, red and strange, red and lively, red as if it was about to come to life.

How can a drop of blood come to life, how can a drop of blood come back to life? But when you see this drop of blood with your own eyes, your heart must throb, and that feeling is -- this is a drop of living blood.

This is a deep alley, the alley is a little cold and secluded, as if isolated from the outside world, very quiet, the alley is always windy, sometimes the wind rises on the ground, cold and thorough.

The wind blew the drop of blood on the bluestone, the blood shook from side to side, the wind blew again, the blood shook again, and there was always wind in the alley, so the blood was always forced to shake back and forth, like a naughty doll, but this drop of blood was always not coagulated.

Finally, the wind in the alley seemed to be tired, and finally it stopped, so the alley was quiet, quiet and beautiful, and the sound of the street can rarely be heard here, in this alley facing the street, I have to say that this is a strange phenomenon.

I don't know how long it took, and the drop of blood that was no longer at the mercy of the wind seemed to move on its own, as if it wanted to gurgle and flow.

Suddenly, two thin, short tentacles crept out of the middle of the blood, and then a small head appeared, with two bulges on the head, and the bulges suddenly bloomed, and they were two dark crystal-like eyes.

Out of this drop of blood came the head of a butterfly, and a pair of eyes on the head were blinking and very naughty, and these eyes were curiously observing this new world.

Slowly, the little head struggled in the blood, its body slowly took shape, its hands and feet slowly grew, it struggled like a long-legged insect to stand up, but its hands and feet trembled, and its body would shake with every movement, and it could be seen that it was doing all these movements with great difficulty, and it seemed to have used all its life's strength.

The wind in the alley seemed to be deliberately making things difficult, uninvited, "Whew-", a gust of wind hit the alley from the end of the alley, the little butterfly without wings was blown by the wind, and immediately fell down, and when it raised its head again, its face was full of bright red.

The wind did not stop, and the butterfly struggled to stand up, but as soon as it stood up, it was blown down in blood by the wind, and the little butterfly shook the blood on her eyes, and tried to stand up again, but the wind came again......

I don't know how many times this has been repeated, after some persistence and hard work, the indomitable little butterfly finally stood up, and now, it stands very steady, proudly erect, a pair of eyes are bonely, and the wind in the alley seems to be helpless anymore.

The blood on its head and the blood on the bluestone around its body suddenly all gathered left and right on its body, forming two beautiful blood-red wings, this is a small blood-red butterfly, a pair of small eyeballs are very godly, I have to say that this is a very beautiful red butterfly.

The bluestone under the feet of the little red butterfly is bright and bright at this time, dry and clean, and there is no trace of blood at all, as if there has never been a drop of blood donation here.

The little red butterfly wings swayed slightly, as if it wanted to fly, maybe it was inexperienced, or maybe it was too weak, its beautiful red wings only flickered slightly, and its innate instinct to fly made it shake its wings persistently.

At this time, the wind in the alley came again, blowing from the end of the alley to the alley, the little butterfly was blown to the ground by the wind, it struggled to stand up again, the wings were still shaking, this time the wind in the alley came more fiercely, "huhuhu", all of a sudden the little red butterfly was blown a few feet high, the little red butterfly was hanging in the air and rolling, struggling with hands and feet, and the wings still did not forget to shake vigorously, fluttering and flying.

When the little red butterfly was about to land, and there were still two or three inches above the ground, it finally straightened its body, its wings fanned one by one, and the amplitude was very large, and it finally glided forward and flew.

The little red butterfly flew happily, the wind in the alley blew again, the little red butterfly fluttered against the wind, although the wind blew it swayed, but it still moved forward bravely and never retreated.

There was a drop of blood three feet away, bright as a flower, and it was also the blood of a blue butterfly. The little red butterfly flew forward, leaned down, like a dragonfly to the drop of blood, and flew up happily, five feet away there was a small blue butterfly blood, the little red butterfly flapped its wings and flew over, leaned over to the blood, and then flew up happily......

The drop of blood that had just been spotted by the little red butterfly seemed to have suddenly been sensed by something, and it trembled a little, and it seemed to have a life.

After a while, a pair of small tentacles suddenly appeared in the drop of blood, and then struggled out of the body of a butterfly, which looked like a small worm, and finally all the remaining blood and blood gathered into a pair of its wings, bright red and beautiful, its wings fanned one by one, fluttering and ready to fly, but it was not so easy to succeed, after a few more attempts, it finally flew up.

This little red butterfly looks exactly the same as the little red butterfly just now, but there is a slight difference in size. It blinked its eyes and flew towards the bright blue butterfly blood on the bluestone three feet away, and it happily touched the blood a little, and then flew forward again......

The blood of the blue butterfly that had been spotted by the first little red butterfly trembled and struggled, and finally formed a red butterfly the size of a human palm, which looked exactly like the two little red butterflies, but it was much larger than the two little red butterflies just now.

The big red butterfly flew up, a pair of eyes with slick bones, it flew forward happily, and swooped down on the ground in front of it with a drop of blue butterfly blood, like a dragonfly dotting water, awakening the drop of blue butterfly blood.

Then the big red butterfly flew forward again, swooping down towards a pool of blue butterfly blood, and then flew again. At this time, in front of it, more than a dozen blood-colored butterflies of all sizes in the alley were happily flying forward, up and down, waking up one companion after another.