Above the dragon, the yellow-haired monk tilted his head and put his hands behind his back, just like that, unabashedly looking at these black-clothed people from different places.

Everyone covers their faces, is it because they are afraid that they will be recognized by others?

The corners of the yellow-haired monk's mouth were hooked, and the sarcasm in his expression was self-evident.

The black-clothed man with a pale face smiled, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a strange arc, which looked extremely terrifying, and he looked at the strange monk with yellow hair and white clothes in front of him, as well as the huge string of Buddhist beads behind him. In fact, what really made him interested was not the Buddha beads that were entangled with his "body", but the huge cross next to the yellow-haired man, in which the black snake coiled with a golden sword made him full of interest.

"Looks like you're on your way to victory?"

The pale-faced young man asked, the cyan "branches" on his face began to spread to the corners of his eyes, looking hideous and terrifying.

Behind the young man, the man who had answered the question before, hid behind the crowd, not daring to let the man see him. Although the two only had a one-sided relationship before, they couldn't talk about knowing each other at all, but the demeanor of the people on that day was superb, and the demeanor of calmly facing the hundred schools of thought has been deeply engraved in the hearts of men and can no longer be erased. If someone can have the opportunity to see the wonderful performance of this person that day, they will definitely say from the bottom of their hearts, "Don't dare to go forward." ”

This person is a genius born in heaven and earth!

It is the first person who is expected to become a Buddha.

So he was scared and couldn't figure out how he could be here. Could it be that he is also interested in the treasures inside the [Zhenling Mountain]?

The man didn't dare to think about it anymore, he just wanted to hide.

The yellow-haired man naturally saw the man, but he didn't want to look at him anymore, dirty. Although the two of them only had a one-sided relationship at the beginning, it was just a hurried glance, but with his memory, he actually remembered everyone he had seen, but he didn't want to remember most of them, because he felt that it was too wasteful of his brain.

There are some people he is still willing to remember, maybe he will have a chance to meet them in the future. For example, the group of people who just entered, especially the young man who had never given himself a good look, although his realm was not very high, but the people around him were not simple. This person is interesting.

The yellow-haired man smiled, hugged the cross, and said, "I don't dare to say that the victory is in my hands, after all, there are so many of you, right?" He looked at the group of black-clothed people behind the man, and the dragons behind them, those dragons had a lot of black-clothed people on their bodies.

The yellow-haired man retracted his gaze, looked at the young man with a pale face in front of him, and said with a smile: "But I still have eighty or ninety certainty." ”

"Oh?"

A black figure suddenly appeared in front of the yellow-haired man, and one of his white wrists covered with black qi had been stretched out, holding tightly on the cross that was used to resist the black qi.

In the cross, the black serpent crawled to the hilt of the golden sword and swallowed it in one gulp.

The man in black instantly withdrew his hand, his figure regressed, and he looked at the yellow-haired man in front of him who was always smiling playfully with a look of disbelief.

that

The cross instantly changed its shape, turning into a huge black snake lying next to the yellow-haired man, and at this time, seeing the man in black pulling his hand back, the black snake changed back into the form of a cross, and there was nothing unusual with the naked eye.

"You're a monk, and you actually use such evil arts?!"

The yellow-haired man rested his right hand on the cross, leaned forward, and said with a smile: "If it is to exorcise demons, it is not an evil art." ”

"Hehe, you're just a hypocritical monk. ”

The yellow-haired man smiled, "I'm not actually a monk, because I still have thoughts about this child's affection, so it's okay for you to say I'm hypocritical, but if I say I'm a monk, I won't agree." ”

"Hehe......"

The pale-faced young man just laughed.

He stared at the yellow-haired man, his eyes narrowed.

The man in black suddenly took off his hood, revealing his full face.

The yellow-haired man sighed: "I didn't expect you to be easy, come out with such a thing, and you will actually be the leader of these people?!"

On the head of the pale young man, there was a face with closed eyes, which looked very similar to the young man, but it was still a little different, and the strangeness in it was really not something that could be said in three eyes and two words.

"Huh. ”

The face on the man's head, with its eyes closed, suddenly opened its eyes and smiled.

He had a wicked smile on his face, a sharp smile in his voice.

The voice sounded very uncomfortable, the yellow-haired man was like this, and the black-clothed people behind him couldn't help but tremble slightly uncontrollably, feeling as if they were rubbing their eardrums with a knife, extremely uncomfortable, as if they had suffered the most unbearable torture in the world.

The yellow-haired man lifted the cross beside him and threw it towards the man in black who was not a ghost or a ghost, and at the same time he stretched out his left hand and took back the huge Buddha beads in the sky.

The cross instantly changed shape in the air, and a huge black snake landed nimbly, winding the crazy man in black, and the black snake spat out the letter and stared at it. At the same time, the huge Buddha beads fell, and golden pillars of light rose from the Buddha beads, blocking those black-clothed people who were about to approach, and also suppressing the strange black-clothed people in them.

The yellow-haired man folded his hands, his expression solemn, and the words in his mouth.

Surrounded by Buddha beads, the young man with a pale face laughed wildly, and the same was true of the face above his head. When the two voices came together, the entire natural "little world" trembled slightly.

The dragon shook beneath his feet, and the dragon roared and began to swoop towards the ground.

The yellow-haired man sat cross-legged at the head of the dragon, unmoved.

The black-clothed men were unstable, but they quickly adjusted their postures and rushed towards the strange monk, each with their own means. Magic weapons, flying swords, and other things that can be used are thrown, as if under the surface of the poured out, there is room for consideration.

If you hurt that person in front of that person, then you will definitely be able to reap a lot of benefits when you go back, such as the qualification to go to the secret place of [Snow Field].

that

The person who seemed to have made the greatest meritorious service before hid behind the crowd, trembling and not daring to move forward. He knew deeply that this person was terrible, that it was a kind of arrogance that bordered on unreasonableness, so powerful that he could only look up. If he is at the top of the mountain, then it is as if he has not even seen the mountain, let alone the foot of the mountain.

The yellow-haired man shouted angrily, and a huge void Buddha voice instantly overwhelmed the sky, and then scattered in all directions, pushing those black-clothed people to the rear. Then the yellow-haired man, who had never changed his face, got up in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the person who had been hiding before.

"Do you think I can't see you if I'm hiding behind the crowd? Since you've done such a pickled thing, you have to have the courage to bear the consequences!" He grabbed the man's neck, lifted it up, stared at his eyes, and frowned: "I didn't expect you, a disciple of the Buddhist family, to actually enter the Demon Dao?!

The man he brought up was indeed a Buddhist disciple begging for mercy: "I...... I'm just an anonymous disciple of Buddhism, but I am dispensable...... ...... all."

He spoke intermittently, and his face was flushed and gradually purple.

"I don't want to hear you explain. ”

The yellow-haired man threw him on the ground and said lightly.

Then he slowly turned around and looked at the black-clothed people around him, without looking at the Buddhist disciple who had died of suffocation.

The hood fell from his head, and he was bald.

The black-clothed men around him subconsciously took a step back. Among these people, there are many like that man. Many people who have ghosts in their hearts are a little panicked, for fear that if someone accidentally recognizes them, they will die in a foreign land.

The yellow-haired man took in everything, his brow furrowed. He really didn't expect that the current world would become like this, decency is not like decency, but went to the Demon Sect, regards human life as a mustard, and takes killing for granted. During his travels, he saw famous and decent people oppressing people with power, robbing the people and then killing the other party's family, destroying the corpses, and after getting tired of playing with the girl, he sold her elsewhere and was put in the house of another wealthy family. When the yellow-haired monk went to help, the woman had gone mad and later ...... It also became a corpse.

He had also seen the cult of the small sect, and after killing and injuring the wealthy family who had bullied the people, he took all his property, and then scattered it and handed it over to the suffering people. At that time, those thin and dry people, holding the bowl full of cracks, looking at the food and smiling, he will never forget it in his life.

They could have had a good life.

So the yellow-haired man became hesitant for the first time. He didn't know what would happen to those people if he wiped out the people in these cults? Even if one side was less powerful, there would still be more people like him who would do things to bully and kill the people.

After coming such a long way, the man was very sure of this.

Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha.

But after walking so many ways, how do you feel that people in the world are better than demons?

At last

The man just walked to the cult's nest and looked at the cult people who weren't actually very wealthy, and he just folded his hands and looked full of compassion.

When they sensed the arrival of the holy monk, they fell to their knees and trembled in place. Nothing was said to justify it.

But they only saw the holy monk who they had never seen before standing in place for a long time, and then turned to leave. Everyone felt incredulous, and they just thought that God was blessing them.

It was also suggested that the holy monk should be allowed to stay, hoping that he would help the emaciated people. But he was soon vetoed by the older ones, saying that the man was a holy monk who could only see the heavens and could not see the poor people prostrate on the ground. The young man was a little disappointed, but he did not object, as if he felt that the old man had not said anything wrong.

The yellow-haired monk, who hadn't actually gone far at that time, lowered his eyes and just sighed after hearing their conversation.

——

The young man, who was supposed to be trapped in the golden light Buddha bead, suddenly twisted his body and bent backwards in a terrifying arc, his body trembled, his fingers kept twitching, and he seemed to be crazy.

The yellow-haired man withdrew the trembling Buddha bead that was close to the brink of collapse, and then took back the black snake that had been freed from it, turning it into a life-tall golden cross, leaning on his side.

The pale-faced young man knelt on the dragon's back, and then the face on his head changed to the front, looking at the yellow-haired and white-clothed monk, with a wicked smile.

The yellow-haired man tugged at the corners of his mouth, "So this is hell." ”

"Ahh......h

The man laughed out loud and uncontrollably, and the black mist on his body "melted" all the black-clothed people behind him into black mist, which was gathered in the man's body, and then he heard the man burp and pat his stomach, looking satisfied.

The yellow-haired monk clasped his hands together, the golden light on his body was rich and viscous, and the moment his two palms were closed, the air was suddenly filled with golden lotus flowers.

The man in black with a pale face smiled, defenseless against the changes in his body, or rather unwilling to be guarded. Because it's not necessary.

The dragon under the two of them slowly landed, stirring up dust and flying stones.

Yamashita.

The mad painter, who would cry and laugh, turned his head to look this way, and he tilted his head and looked straight at the pale man.

Qi Xiangqi suddenly grimaced, stuck out his tongue, and spoke indistinctly, unable to hear what he was saying.

After that, the seven giant dragons behind also landed one after another, and in addition to the dense black-clothed people on their bodies, there was also the huge stone chain, which was similar to Yantian's magic pattern, but this effect was stronger. From the eyes of these eight dragons, there is not a trace of brilliance and mood fluctuations, their actions are controlled by the head of the man in black on each dragon, and if the man in black lets them die, they will not hesitate to do so.

The eyes of those of the Demon Cult who stood on the dragon were hot, and it seemed that the dragon under him had played a big role. With the true dragon of the world as a mount,

This is something that hasn't happened in 10,000 years, and with this as bait, I guess many people can't resist it, right? So they all want to behave well, and they can see a lot of things in their eyes, but they are not very pure.

It's all messed up.

The yellow-haired and white-robed young monk sighed, golden lotus flowers covering his arms.

Under [Zhenling Mountain], another real dragon fell - Yantian. Unlike those dragons, it has a longer body.

"Bai Chan, we have finally arrived. ”

"yes. ”

Bai Chan has already fallen to the ground. He said to the yellow-haired monk, "Since you are a fellow believer, why don't you get rid of the demons together?"

The yellow-haired monk whose arms were already covered with golden Buddha lotus had a smile on his face, "It's with me!"

Not far away.

Qi Xiangqi, who was the farthest away from these people, suddenly lay on the ground, holding his head with both hands, dangling around.

He smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I've seen a monk who excludes demons, it's funny!"

After a while, he frowned again and said in a deep voice, "As long as you live, what is not hell?"

"Get out of here! ”

(End of chapter)

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