Tang Jue tried several times in succession, and they all had the same result. couldn't help but smack his tongue at Fayang's supreme golden body, but he didn't expect the supreme golden body to be so strong.

In fact, the Supreme Golden Body is indeed very strong, but it is not strong enough to carry the Cold Star Dagger. This is thanks to mana, Fayang is already a transcendent realm of sainthood, and mana training supreme golden body has this effect.

It's like the same shield, a shield of steel is certainly stronger than a shield made of wood. If Tang Jue is also transcendent and saintly, even if it is an innate realm, he can hurt Fa Yang, but the realm of the two is too different, which leads to the embarrassing situation that even if Fa Yang is motionless now, let Tang Jue slash and kill, Tang Jue can't help his embarrassing situation.

Fortunately, there is Zhu Yan Miasma.

The three artifacts, Chiba Lotus Flower, Immortal Hu, and Zhu Yan Miasma, each have their own merits. Among them, Chiba Renhua attacks from the outside in, and Xianhu attacks from the inside out, both of which destroy the enemy from above. But Zhu Yan Miasma is the most ruthless to destroy the enemy from the soul.

The current Fayang, the supreme golden body of the transcendent saint realm, even the armor-piercing bullet may not be able to blow him up, the Qianye Lianhua is definitely useless, and the immortal hu may also be able to play a little role, but there is no doubt that Zhu Yan Miasma is the nemesis of Fayang at this moment.

After Fayang inhaled Zhu Yan Miasma, his divine soul was taken into a wonderful illusion, not under his own control, nor affected by his surroundings.

If Fa Yang was in the same realm as Tang Jue, or if it was an innate realm, Tang Jue believed that it would be impossible for him to get out of the illusion. But now Fayang is already an extraordinary saint, and Tang Jue has never seen a realm, so Tang Jue can't be sure.

He didn't know how long this Zhu Yan Miasma would be able to trap Fa Yang, and now he couldn't eliminate Fa Yang from above, so Tang Jue could only grit his teeth and choose an extremely dangerous path.

At this moment, Fayang is immersed in a dreamlike world.

In the midst of the reckless green mountains, the sun was scorching and poisonous to the earth, and even if he hid in the shade of the towering trees, there was still sweat dripping down.

A teenage little monk. He was wearing neat monk's robes and standing under the scorching sun. A few meters away from him was the shade of a large tree, but he could not hide in the shade, but because of the tilt of the sun. When the shade came, he had to immediately move away from the shade, as if there were some poisonous snake and beast under the shade.

The little monk's exposed skin was tanned, and in some places it was peeling, and occasionally a fresh breeze blew, revealing the skin under his sleeves. But it is very fine white, and the dark place looks black and white, it turns out that this little monk was originally very thin skin and tender meat, but it was sunburned into this dark black.

The sun was scorching, sweating profusely, and the little monk's robe was like being fished out of the water, sticking to his body, and his face was sticky with sweat. I wouldn't wipe it with my hands.

He stood there, staggering, as if he might fall down at any moment. But it never fell.

In the shade not far away, an old monk with a white beard was lazily lying under the roots of a tree, comfortably closing his eyes and resting his mind. This big tree is a green pine that grows obliquely on the edge of the cliff, and half of the old monk's body is outside the cliff, which looks very dangerous, and it is crumbling in the mountain wind, but it has never really fallen.

The little monk's eyes were a little dark, and he didn't know how long he could hold on, but he had to persevere. He didn't know why he was working so hard, but since the master let him do this. That's what you have to do.

In front of his eyes, there were green mountains as far as the eye could see, and they were full of green. Although the green color is pleasing to the eyes, after looking at it for a long time, coupled with the heat, it is still inevitable that you will feel a little dizzy.

But at this moment. He saw white clouds wandering in the green, it was not an illusion, it was not a white cloud, but a flock of snow-white sheep. ...,

The little monk's eyes suddenly brightened, and his lips, which were so dry that they were cracked, seemed to have drunk the elixir and jade liquid. He excitedly watched the white clouds drift closer and closer, and then he saw the pretty figure that was comfortable at a glance.

A little girl who was a few years younger than the little monk, holding a long willow branch in her hand, gently drove the sheep, and came from a distance.

Although the little girl wore coarse cloth clothes, her long hair was tied with a wooden hairpin, and a wreath made of grass and vines was worn on her head, red, yellow, pink, purple, and white, although the small flowers were simple and elegant, they were decorated with her extraordinarily delicate.

Especially a pair of big eyes, watery. Although he is just ten years old, his figure has changed, his small breasts have risen and fallen slightly, and his waist and hips have curved.

Especially the little girl's waist is slender and long, and when she walks, the whole person has a rhythmic swing, and the little waist is like a willow branch in her hand, shaking dizzyingly, and the swing is fascinating.

"Sunrise Songshan Pass - Morning Bell Frightened Birds - Murmuring Creek in the Forest - Green Grass on the Slope - Wild Fruit Fragrance Mountain Pretty ......" The little girl's singing voice is melodious and tactful, like a lark, echoing in the mountains, as if the sound of immortal fairy.

The little monk couldn't help but lick his dry lips, and the hot pain on his lips couldn't hide the excitement in his heart at the moment.

The only pleasure of Zamabu here is probably to be able to see this pretty figure and her refreshing singing voice every time.

Seeing the little monk's excited look, the shepherdesss smiled slightly, glanced at the old monk who closed her eyes and recuperated, and saw that the old monk was not alarmed, so the shepherdesss girl quietly stuck out her tongue at the little monk, and smiled so much that her big eyes narrowed into a line.

The little monk's eyes were confused, which girl was not pregnant with spring, and which teenager was not affectionate. The Shaolin Temple is much more depressed than in the world, and the emotions are actually stronger. The little monk suppressed his emotions and could only convey his good feelings with his eyes.

The shepherdess tiptoed closer, took off the garland on her head, and gently put it on the little monk's bald head. Suddenly a little shade covered his head, and the bald head that was still faint just now was much more comfortable, and the little monk's heart was like drinking old wine, drunk.

The shepherdess drove the sheep away, and her pretty figure gradually blended into the red and willow green. But the little monk still stood there in a daze, even forgetting that his legs were already sore, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Suddenly, a slap hit him on the back of the head, and the little monk screamed, and with great strength, he fell a front flip, and the garland flew out.

Raising his face, the little monk burst into tears, he had just fallen into a dog eating and eating a mouth full of soil. The nose bleeds for a long time.

But he didn't bother to wipe his nosebleed, and got up and threw himself at the wreath that had fallen to the ground.

But how fast is he to be the old monk? The old monk's big feet have already stepped on the garland first, and when he crushes it, the small flowers that were originally in full bloom will wither in an instant. It drifted away like dust, the branches were even more broken, and the good wreath had been "left without bones" after the old monk's big feet were removed.

"Stand up, open your hands!" the old monk ordered, ruthlessly picked up two large stones weighing about ten catties from the ground, and stuffed them in the hands of the little monk.

The little monk held back his tears, tasted the bitterness of the nosebleed in his mouth, and hid the figure in his heart.

Time flies. The little monk has grown up, just thirty years old, and is already the number one master in martial arts. The old monk is also dead, and no one can control him anymore.

The little monk went to find the shepherdess, who was also a woman in her twenties. Although she was married, her husband ran into wolves when he was going up the mountain to chop wood, and he was already dead, and he didn't even have a man and half a woman left. ...,

The little monk did not hesitate to secretly commit adultery with the shepherdess. Although the shepherdesss is now a little older and not as delicate as she was back then, she has a mature charm. Her breasts were fuller. It's like two big steamed buns. Her buttocks also widened and rounded, like big peaches.

When he entered the shepherdess's body, the little monk felt that his resentment, dissatisfaction, and jealousy that had accumulated for thirty years were released at this moment.

He shook his body frantically, stabbed the Buddha root into the shepherdess's body, and vented himself to his heart's content. When the sperm was ejaculated into the shepherdess's body, the Buddha root softened, and the little monk realized that the shepherdesss girl under him was already full of tears, and there were many bruises on Bai Shengsheng's body, which were obviously traces left by his roughness.

The little monk couldn't help but feel pity and regret in his heart, but it was an era when men were superior to women. He did not apologize to the shepherdess. And then he found that he liked the feeling of such indulgence, so his regret and pity gradually faded away, and was replaced by crazy ravage.

Since there was once too little, the little monk now needs many, many more. He drank a lot of wine, ate meat, put on a wig and silk and walked down the street dressed as a handsome man, someone else owned. He must have it too. So he really wants to have a child of his own.

But what made the little monk depressed was that even though he was fighting every day without any interruption, the shepherdess's stomach never showed any signs.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and the contradictions accumulated unconsciously, and finally broke out one day.

The red gauze tent was swaying vigorously, the pear blossom wooden bed made a "crunching" sound, and on the big bed, a woman with plump breasts and fat buttocks was on her body, holding the sturdy man in her arms like an octopus, and a green silk was fluttering with the stirring of her body. Her voice was like crying, moaning intermittently, which was very irritating to the man.

The man with a sparkling bald head, turned out to be a black, but shameless daytime prostitution, holding the woman's waist with both hands, shaking the crotch, and piercing the Buddha root deeply, over and over again as if rammed into the woman's body.

Finally, the monk's body stiffened suddenly, his tendons tendoned, his muscles outlined masculine lines, the intersection was tightly cling, and his arms seemed to rub her into his body.

When the monk let go of his arm, the woman's body collapsed limply in the brocade quilt on the bed, and her face was blurred with tears. It is clear that in the clouds and rain just now, the woman is not happy.

But the monk was so energetic that he immediately regained his dragon spirit and tiger fierceness, and lifted the woman's long legs above his head with both hands, holding the Buddha root to another round of conquest.

The woman cried and said, "No, don't, I, I'm in pain......"

"Hmph! How can you have a son if you don't do this? I want a son, do you understand? If it weren't for your belly, how could I have worked so hard?" the monk shouted angrily, the more he spoke, the more angry he became, he suddenly grabbed the woman's legs, lifted it hard, and the woman's body suddenly flew up and turned over, turning into a prostrate there, with her buttocks raised high, and her private parts facing the monk.

The monk parted the woman's thighs without pity, and suddenly pierced the Buddha root, and suddenly there was a woman's painful moan.

This did not stop the monk, but made the monk's beast blood boil even more.

The monk stabbed frantically. Forcing the woman to kneel there, he grabbed the woman's neck from behind with his powerful hands, and his waist and hips shook wildly, quickly doing the repetitive action of inserting and pulling out. Regardless of the slightest, the woman is already rolling her eyes.

While stabbing frantically, the monk kept swearing in his mouth: "you dead woman! useless things! hens that can't lay eggs! you to death! you to death!"...,

The woman's tears fell, but she couldn't speak, her body couldn't move, and she could only let the monk ravage him.

After the monk finally ejaculated again, he threw her on the bed like a rag pocket, and the monk pulled her hair and pulled her over without pity. He inserted the Buddha root into her mouth and ordered, "Quickly lick the old man clean, and I will go out to do a ritual in a while!"

The woman licked it blankly, she didn't seem to feel the pungent meat, only strings of tears flowed down, wetting the bed.

The monk put on his clothes and walked away with a big grin.

In the evening, after the monk returned. Covered with the smell of alcohol, after he finished the rituals, he went to Hualiu Alley to eat and drink. He has lost interest in women, and the warbler Yanyan outside makes him even more stimulated.

But because after all, this woman is the first person he has a heart for. In his heart, he still regards these two huts as his home, and he will return.

Dressed in silk and satin, the monk also wears a wig on his head and a square scarf on the wig, looking like a literati and ink writer. He still had a pot of wine in his hand, and drank it as he walked, when the monk entered the hut and drunkenly scolded, "What are you doing! I'm all back, and I haven't come out to wash my feet?"

After scolding for a long time, there was no movement, and the monk angrily kicked open the door of the hidden room. But he saw that the room was empty. The monk turned around a few times, but he didn't see anyone, and when he came out, he saw that in the chicken pen in the yard, the hens were so hungry that they were "cooing", and the rice trough was so clean that not a single grain of bran could be seen.

After all, the monk had lived with a woman for a while. I know that women are very diligent, and they feed the chickens almost every time, because they are still waiting for the chickens to lay eggs.

This abnormality made the monk sober up.

He realized that something had happened, and he hurriedly searched around and inquired everywhere. Some people said that they had seen a woman dressed neatly and go up the mountain, and the monk hurriedly chased after her, but she couldn't find the woman's whereabouts all over the mountain.

Unconsciously, the monk walked to the place where he practiced martial arts back then.

He remembered the bits and pieces he had with women, and also remembered the hand-woven wreath.

Then, the monk also saw the garland.

It was a wreath of grass and vines, which was dotted with red, yellow, pink, purple, and white, and simple and elegant flowers.

The wreath is on the edge of the cliff, where the old monk often sleeps.

The monk was dizzy, he hadn't felt this way for a long time. He quickly stepped forward, stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down, only to see the white clouds, and I don't know how deep they were!

It is said that if a person falls, even if a stone falls, it will be broken to pieces.

The monk's tears fell, he picked up the wreath in his hand, and the bits and pieces in his heart wandered like flowing water.

He clearly remembered that when he was exposed to the sun, what touched him the most was the gentle eyes of the girl. Often a smile makes him reminisce for a few days, and no matter how good the meal is, it is tasteless.

He clearly remembered that when he first wanted to insert the Buddha root into the woman's body, he tried several times but could not enter, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely on his bald head, and the woman was still shy and timid and understanding to help the Buddha root enter, so that the monk was happy to shed tears.

He clearly remembered that every time a woman was feeding the chickens, she would whisper: Eat more, lay more eggs, my monk husband depends on you to make up for his body...... At that time, he heard that he was still laughing in his heart that the woman was too stupid, but he knew that the eggs laid by the hens, the women themselves were never willing to eat them, and they all went into his stomach.

There are too many good memories that make the monk cry. When they were together, he didn't feel how good women were, and he always felt that women were wrong with this and that. ...,

But when he really lost it, the monk realized that all he remembered was the woman's good, and all the woman's right.

But the Iraqi people are gone.

The monk had tears in his eyes, slowly put the garland on his bald head, and took a foolish step towards the abyss ahead......

No!

At this moment, the evil thoughts in the monk's heart suddenly came out like a devil.

It's that she can't have children!

It was she who felt guilty in her heart that she committed suicide and jumped off the cliff!

What does it have to do with me?

She is going to die herself, why should I bury her with her?

It's all her fault. It's her own fault!

She just deserves it!

If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been beaten by that rootless old bald donkey before!

If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have broken my body of cultivation for many years!

If it weren't for her, I wouldn't even have children. You can't enjoy the joy of fatherhood!

It's all her fault!

She deserves to die!

Without her, I could have children with other women!

Why should I die?

Why should I die?

The monk suddenly let out a wild roar, ripped off the garland on his bald head, and slammed it to the ground, the soles of his shoes crushed the small flowers hard, and the delicate petals of the small flowers were rudely crushed......

Suddenly, there was a "boom" in the monk's mind, as if the earth shook the mountains and the world was destroyed. Suddenly, there was no cliff, no garland, only the earth that had been ravaged in front of him, and Tang Jue who was sitting cross-legged and sitting cross-legged.

Fayang was panting for air, his body was already soaked, as if he had just crawled out of the water. It was very dangerous just now, if his conscience prevailed. Then he had to step into the abyss, and the result was that his soul was liberated—

His soul died, and his body was nothing more than an empty shell.

But at the beginning, he had evil thoughts and triumphed over conscience. The same is true today. He has fallen into the wrong path completely, and there is no turning back.

With his successful awakening this time, it means that there is no more good thought in his heart, and the last bit of conscience will be extinguished forever.

Fa Yang stared at Tang Jue viciously, and he found that Tang Jue's cold face had a little bit of sarcasm, a little contempt, and a little bit of pity.

This made Fa Yang's heart burn with anger, he Fa Yang, his dignified Lord of Buddhism, Protector of the Country, martial arts cultivation has surpassed Bodhidharma, the real first master who has never been seen before or since. Why did Tang dare to ridicule, contempt, and pity?

The anger made Fa Yang ignore the change in Tang Jue's momentum, and asked sharply, "What do you mean, you dare to look at me with such eyes?"

Tang Jue shook his head, he already knew that Zhu Yan Miasma would not be able to trap Fa Yang. Zhu Yan Miasma is only effective for lovers, and people like Fa Yang, who have already lost their hearts, will soon break through Zhu Yan Miasma.

Fa Yang snorted angrily, and suddenly grabbed at Tang Jue's claws. The palm of his hand is slightly open forward, the arrangement of the five fingers is very strange, and the most common claw method is several mimics, such as dragon claws, tiger claws, eagle claws, etc., plus other techniques have snakes, cranes, apes, etc., but none of them are as peculiar as Fayang's claws at this moment.

It's like a ghost claw!

What's more, after he grabbed it with one claw, the whole world seemed to become dark, and there seemed to be an evil god roaring and a wild ghost crying in the surrounding haze.

Tang Jue's vision suddenly changed, it was still daytime just now, but now it seemed to be late at night all of a sudden. The sun and moon were dark, the sky was dark, and the blue-gray mist full of death was wandering around, and as long as it touched the body, there was a kind of itch similar to festering.

The dead grass on the ground, the terrible ghostly screams around them, and the unknown sound of Si Suosuo, all seemed to convey a message of death and danger.

But when Tang Jue deliberately listened, those ghost cries disappeared strangely, and nothing could be heard.

Only the sound of the rope seemed to be amplified, louder and louder, and more and more intense. Tang Jue looked at it, and hundreds of walking corpses suddenly came out under the withered grass covered on the ground, their bodies had rotted, and some even had only half of their bodies left, but they were still crawling tenaciously, and there was a long string of intestines under these half-length walking corpses, exuding a fishy smell. White, fat, round maggots, crawling in and out of every hole in their bodies......

At any given moment, hordes of skeletal soldiers wandered around, their pale skeletons draped in tattered armor and rusty knives or guns in their hands. The ghost fire in his eyes flickered faintly...... (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. )