The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Jiang Sheng was not a murderous soul.

But at this moment, in anger and self-blame.

Under the uneasiness of having no foothold.

In the vengeful whispers of the ferocious spirit.

Jiang Sheng, who was sealed with thousands of resentments in his body, finally couldn't contain the killing intent in his heart anymore.

Xu was aware of the offensive intent of the monster in front of him.

The old abbot took half a step back and shouted at his three disciples.

"Stick to the priestess, I'll activate the Buddha's head!"

Hearing the master's cheers, the middle-aged monks also knew that no one had a way to retreat from the matter.

Therefore, they gritted their teeth and stopped in the center of the Buddha hall with their bodies, while reciting scriptures and preparing to perform the Dharma.

But before they could finish the spell.

A certain dark shadow has already deceived the approach.

He lightly put his hand on the Heavenly Spirit Cover, which was only in the way, and then volleyed a knee hit, which knocked the good head into pieces.

The red and white sprayed all over the ground, and the beast face stained with the evil spirit of the cat demon was even more demonic.

In fact, Jiang Sheng didn't want to kill him as soon as he came up.

It's a pity that with its current mental state, it obviously can't contain any strength.

As a result, the picture that spreads out there is inevitably a little brutal.

The cat-headed orc with open claws, for a while, was closer to what the old abbot called it.

Demons.

It is true that Jiang Sheng is no longer a single species that can be defined by a single species.

Therefore, whether it is called a monster or scolded as an obstacle, it can be understood.

But it just can't figure it out after all.

I can't figure it out.

"Hey, what are you afraid of?"

The black cat turned its head sideways and looked at the monk beside him, who was still trembling and retreating.

"He died in an instant, nothing compared to the pain of having his tongue pulled out, and nothing compared to the doom that the girl would experience in the future, right?"

So, those of you who have done these things, are you also afraid?

Thinking so, the black cat reached out indifferently and clamped the neck of the monk in front of him.

looked at the other party struggling, and his facial features were distorted.

At the bottom of its heart, there was a little happiness for no reason.

It turns out that a cruel person like you is actually afraid after all?

"All the laws are there, punish the evil and disperse!"

In the next second, with Jiang Sheng's momentary distraction.

The last monk in the hall had already come to his senses.

And he prepared a spell and slammed it at the back of the black cat's head.

However, the weak aura couldn't even break through the flesh and blood of the cloud ghost.

But it completely aroused the ferocity of the cat demon.

As a result, the corners of Jiang Sheng's mouth slowly opened, and he no longer played with the prey in his hands.

Instead, he smashed the person directly into the floor, dragged the remaining rotten flesh, and rushed towards the last monks.

"Roar!"

With a low growl that no longer resembles a cat.

The monks were knocked into the air. Countless figures leaped between the beams, on the ground, and to the left and right of the people.

The continuous tearing, beating, and screaming made the old abbot standing under the Buddha statue unable to help but break out in a cold sweat.

He knew he was witnessing a brutal killing, but he couldn't see the killer at all. The other party's movements were so fast that his eyes couldn't react. And this seems to be the nature of felines.

They like to kill and kill their prey.

"Whew! Swish! Swish! Swish! ”

Feel the claws, slicing through the flesh in front of you again and again.

Feel the blood splattering, warm and sticky.

Feel the life passing by little by the torso of others.

Jiang Sheng had a smile on his face, and the hatred of the resentful spirit was undoubtedly eroding it.

But at the moment, it is not averse to this erosion.

I even felt a little relieved.

Therefore.

It shattered every bone of the monks and dismantled every inch of each other's muscles.

Without restraint, he vented his suppressed emotions on weekdays.

The increasingly terrifying speed is vividly displayed by it.

It can be called a crushing force, beating the internal organs to scatter and fly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Until a heart that can still beat is crushed by the demons, trampled into flesh, and falls into a cracked stone slab.

In the Buddha hall, except for the decapitated Bodhisattva, there is no place that can be said to be clean.

Blood-stained eyes were "devastated".

Since the chaos just now, the old abbot would have been affected and died. But he forcibly opened the circle on the Buddha's head, so that he barely saved his life.

"Whew, whew, whew."

The image was wheezing in embarrassment, and the old monk, who had already consumed a lot of spiritual power, looked at Jiang Sheng, who finally didn't do it again, and said tremblingly.

"Donor, have you calmed down?"

Immediately, without waiting for Jiang Sheng to answer, he continued to speak: "Listen to me, you have the conditions, we can sit down and talk in detail." Now you can't hurt me, and I can't cure you, so let's shake hands and make peace. It has nothing to do with others, I have been in the Bodhisattva Temple for generations, and I only want to take care of the people here. The deceased is gone, so why not die? ”

"Do you know why I'm here?"

Finally, Jiang Sheng shook off the drops of blood from his fingertips.

"The poor monk doesn't know."

"I killed three of your disciples, won't you be unwilling?"

"Died for the people, and they died as they deserved."

"Then why don't you die for the people?"

"The poor monk is dead, who will pray for blessings every year?"

"Do these things you do really make them safe for generations?"

"Of course, even more than that, Zhuang Xiao and his biological mother are righteous and selfless, and they will also be guided by my Buddha to go to the Western Elysium."

"Really......"

Jiang Sheng lowered his eyes.

But at this moment, the old monk suddenly made a move.

I only heard him shout the Sanskrit sound, and the light of the Buddha beads in his hand flowed, and he was forced to the front of the cat demon in a breath.

But just as his face was hideous, the things in front of him were like dream bubbles, dissipating one after another.

Then, without warning, the dazed old abbot felt a pain in his chest.

He looked down, and saw a bloody hand through his chest, clutching a piece of crumbled flesh.

"What did you dream about?"

Jiang Sheng, who was standing behind him, asked faintly.

There was a hint of unmistakable curiosity in those long, cat-like pupils.

"Ho."

In the Buddhist hall, the old monk spat out a mouthful of blood.

The surroundings are clean, at least not as clean as the human hell in his "dream".

As far as the eye can see.

There was only one woman who was not breathing, a girl who was unconscious, and three cold corpses.

"You, what did you dream about?"

When he closed his eyes, the old monk once again heard the sound of a black cat entwining him.

"Did the Buddha come and lead you, or was it unsightly bloody?"