At the foot of Jiling Mountain, all the strong people gathered, and all the forces of the older generation came.

From time to time, you can also see a stream of essence flying from the sky, and the momentum exuded is very terrifying, all of them are strong people from all the major forces, but they are not close to Jiling Mountain, but they are close to the nearby clouds and hidden.

Jiling Mountain was shrouded in a thick corpse mist, and the countless corpse monsters in the mountain also felt a trace of fear and unease, and let out a roar one after another.

"Amitabha, the battle in the world is endless, I am afraid that in the near future, this place will be a river of blood, adding tens of thousands of unjust souls." Monk Zhizhang held a large wine vat, sat on a boulder, raised his head and poured a sip, the transparent wine flowed down the corner of his mouth, and wet a large piece of his Buddhist clothes.

Murong Lingyu stood aside, wearing a cyan Buddhist robe, holding the black Zen staff of Monk Zhizhang in her hand, frowning, indicating that she was very unhappy at this time.

But Monk Zhizhang ignored her at all, as if he didn't see her unhappy at all, and still drank by himself.

Murong Lingyu finally couldn't help it, picked up the Zen staff in his hand and smashed it towards Monk Zhizhang.

"Amitabha, girl, can you stop a little, the head of the old man is not made of iron, you want the poor monk's head to bloom when you come down with this Zen stick?" Monk Zhizhang seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and he caught the Zen staff that Murong Lingyu had smashed down with his backhand.

"What do you have to do with my Murong family, I remember that there was an ancestor of the Murong family who once became a monk and converted to Buddhism, are you my grandfather?" Murong Lingyu walked over, snatched the wine jar in his hand, snapped, fell to the ground, and directly smashed the wine jar to smithereens.

The strong aroma of wine instantly diffused in the air, and Monk Zhizhang sighed with a pain in his flesh.

"Yes, yes, it's your grandfather! You little girl, I don't know if the old man owes you in his last life. Monk Zhizhang was still heartbroken for his pot of good wine, picked up a broken tile, and there was still a little good wine left in it, and hurriedly poured it into his mouth, as if he was afraid that if he slowed down a little, he would be ruined by Murong Lingyu again.

"Then you are my master?" Murong Lingyu frowned and asked with some annoyance.

"Of course!" Monk Zhizhang grinned.

"Nonsense, I don't think you're my grandfather at all, nor is you my master." Murong Lingyu said with some annoyance.

Monk Zhizhang was stunned for a moment, and only after a moment did he ask: "I said girl, your words hurt the heart of the teacher a little, isn't it good for you to be a teacher?" ”

"What's good, if you're really good to me, then why am I being bullied, and you don't help me?" Murong Lingyu said.

Monk Zhizhang was slightly stunned, and then pretended to be stupid and said, "Being bullied? Who have you been bullied by? ”

"Hai Lingchu!" Murong Lingyu said.

"Ahem!" Monk Zhizhang coughed dryly twice, then shook his head, sighed, and said: "The Buddha once said that jealousy will blind people's hearts, why should women be embarrassed by women." ”

"Fart! I am not jealous, Hai Lingchu is a bad woman, it is clear that Ye Chen's kid is too stupid, he must have been deceived by Hai Lingchu, if we don't help him, he will suffer a big loss in the future, the Buddha also said that saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, we must help Ye Chen get out of the sea of suffering. Murong Lingyu squatted down and shook Monk Zhizhang's arm vigorously, eager to shake him apart.

"Amitabha, the poor monk feels that he is not helping Ye Chen get out of the sea of suffering, but participating in the fight between the two women." Monk Zhizhang said.

Of course, Murong Lingyu would not let him go so easily, grabbing his arm and continuing to play tricks, the whole Zhizhang monk had no choice but to compromise in the end.

After hearing that Monk Zhizhang had promised to come down, Murong Lingyu stopped.

In the distance, in the middle of a dense forest.

There is a gorgeous copper car staying here, there are hundreds of spirit stones inlaid on the body of the copper car, and the spirit stones form a formation on the body, and the cart is pulled by a three-headed beast.

In the bronze car, a fair-skinned jade hand slowly lowered the curtain, retracted his gaze, and his voice was very soft, as if in general, and said slowly: "Do you see the great monk and the girl in Buddhist clothes?" ”

It was the first beauty in the world who spoke, Hai Lingchu.

The woman sitting opposite Hai Lingchu nodded, and said respectfully, "See." ”

The woman sat under Hai Lingchu, looking at Hai Lingchu's gaze with some fear, this woman's combat power was really a little terrifying, so that she couldn't have the slightest intention of resisting.

Hai Lingchu's beautiful eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything in the world, smiled slowly, and said, "Do you know why you are still alive now?" ”

"I want to know who you really are!" The woman groaned and spoke.

She stared at Hai Lingchu deadly, and was impressed by Hai Lingchu's beauty, even though Hai Lingchu's face was always wearing a veil, but through the veil, she could still see Hai Lingchu's world-class posture.

"Hai Lingchu!" Hai Lingchu didn't hide it, and said lightly.

"You are the number one beauty in the world, Hai Lingchu?" The woman stood up abruptly and wanted to rush out of the copper cart, but she never expected that she would fall into her hands.

"Get down on my knees!" Hai Lingchu smiled faintly, raised her hand for a while, and a flame gushed out from her palm, directly suppressing the woman, forcing her to kneel in front of her, and she couldn't even move.

"Everyone in the world thinks that the first beauty in the world is a weak woman who has no power to restrain the chicken, I'm afraid no one knows that your cultivation will be so strong, and now that I have fallen into your hands, I'm afraid I won't be able to live." The woman's face, which was already fair, became even paler at this time.

Hai Lingchu smiled faintly, walked in front of the woman, stretched out a finger, lifted her chin, and said, "If I want to kill you, do you think you can still kneel in front of me now?" If I want to kill you, the person Ye Chen buried on Jiling Mountain is you. ”

On Jiling Mountain, the woman Ye Chen buried was naturally not Bai Qing, the real Bai Qing was kneeling in front of Hai Lingchu at this time, but now her long silver-white hair had been shaved by Hai Lingchu, and she looked like a beautiful nun.

Bai Qing's very distinctive hair was naturally moved to the body of the female corpse, otherwise it would not be so easy to deceive Ye Chen.

Hai Lingchu knew Ye Chen very well, and knew that he would not easily use his divine thoughts to probe a woman's body, let alone a woman's corpse.

Without the silver hair, Bai Qing not only did not become ugly, but became more feminine, her facial features seemed to become more exquisite, and there was an indescribable charming charm all over her body.

Hai Lingchu is the confidante of the heir of the God King, and at this time it is already a well-known thing in the world, and Bai Qing naturally knows it. thought that she would definitely die if she fell into the hands of Hai Lingchu, but she didn't expect that Hai Lingchu didn't kill her.

Hai Lingchu lifted the curtain again, looked at Murong Lingyu in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly, and asked with a hint of a smile: "Do you hate Ye Chen?" ”

Bai Qing was slightly stunned, not understanding what Hai Lingchu meant by asking, but she still said, "Hate!" Of course hate! I want to have him torn to pieces. ”

"Indeed, it should be hated!" Hai Lingchu smiled faintly, and then continued: "You said that a woman who has been ruined by others, is it very miserable? ”

Bai Qing was slightly stunned, looking at Hai Lingchu with some puzzlement, not understanding what she meant.

Hai Lingchu didn't ask her to answer, and continued: "It should be a very normal thing for a miserable woman to see through the red dust, cut her hair to become a nun, and take refuge in Buddhism. ”

Bai Qing became more and more puzzled and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

As the holy maiden of the fifth hall of the Seven Killing Yama Palace, she thought she was a very intelligent woman, but at this time, she couldn't guess what Hai Lingchu wanted her to do.

Hai Lingchu withdrew his gaze from Murong Lingyu's body, glanced at Bai Qing, and then said with a smile: "I want you to worship that great monk as a teacher and become a disciple of Buddhism." ”

"What? Why? Bai Qing naturally also saw Monk Zhizhang, and saw that the big monk had a face full of flesh and a vicious aura, obviously not a good stubble, and didn't want to get close to him.

"Don't ask why, just do what I say I do, so you can hold on to your life." Hai Lingchu said.

Bai Qing frowned slightly, and then said, "But I'm a woman, how could the great monk accept a woman as a disciple?" ”

Hai Lingchu shook his head and said: "No, no, no, that great monk is not simple, I am afraid that there will be no second monk like him in the world, his personality is very strange, even if the genius of the top ten Tianjiao level in Kyushu stands in front of him, he may not take a look at it, but if you cry and beg him, he is likely to accept you as an apprentice." ”

"Why?" Bai Qing asked puzzled.

"Because it was Ye Chen who spoiled you, as long as you cry and beg him, he will definitely accept you as a disciple." Hai Lingchu showed a hint of a strategizing smile.

After Bai Qing heard Ye Chen's name, her face instantly sank, and her eyes suddenly became a little more gloomy, and two evil qi surged in her pupils.