After a few breaths, Ye Feng had already touched the edge of the white qi spit out by Jiaolong.

The fat monk caught a glimpse of him gradually approaching out of the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart, and wanted to speak, but he had no time to separate, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to chant the Buddhist scriptures.

The rosary on the dragon's body has shrunk a large circle and completely clamped into its flesh and blood.

Looking at the fat monk opposite, Jiaolong's erect pupils were full of resentment, which was terrifying.

With an angry and terrible dragon roar, the black dragon coiled in the air, and its body was covered with a layer of dark red demonic mist.

Only to hear the sound of "crackling", the rosary on the dragon's body broke in response, and the Buddha beads scattered and collapsed.

The fat monk spat out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly retreated, not forgetting to shout: "Ye Feng!

Jiaolong glanced at Ye Feng on the outer edge of the white qi, and ignored it, the dragon groaned and rushed towards the fat monk, the skin and flesh at the wound of his body were exposed, and there was gurgling blood, obviously he had paid a lot of price just now in order to break the rosary.

Boom~

The fat monk fell heavily on the ground on the edge of the white gas, and as soon as the clothes on his body touched the white gas, they immediately turned into ashes, and the exposed skin was also red and purple by the white gas.

Fortunately, the fat monk is a physical cultivator, otherwise he would have turned into dry bones.

At the same time, Ye Feng, who was standing on the periphery of the white qi, tore off the black cloth wrapped around the sword, pulled out the Xuanjiao like lightning, and shouted loudly in his mouth: "Shocking!" Then a teleportation flashed in front of the dragon.

Puff——!

The sword in the young man's hand was inserted in the dragon's eyes.

The dragon screamed in pain, and its huge head shook hard, directly throwing Ye Feng and the sword in his hand out together, and hit the trunk with a "bang".

"Ahem~"

Ye Feng stood up with his sword propped up his body, a trace of blood came out of the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the dragon in mid-air with cold eyes.

When the fat monk saw Ye Feng's success, his confidence was greatly boosted, he gave Ye Feng a thumbs up, and got up from the ground in embarrassment.

The dragon in mid-air let out a few more painful wails, and her body was gradually shrouded in a layer of demonic red smoke, and when the smoke cleared, she had changed back to the bewitching woman she had before, and landed opposite Ye Feng and the others.

The woman covered her left eye tightly, and large drops of scarlet blood flowed out from between her fingers, around the position of her shoulder, and a circle of blood oozed through her clothes, presumably from being injured by the fat monk's rosary before.

Looking at Ye Feng and the fat monk opposite, the woman just wanted to swallow these two people alive, and even ate the bones.

She turned her head to look at Ye Feng and asked in a sharp voice, "Where did you learn such a strange body technique?"

The bewitching woman tore off a strip of cloth from her sleeve, bandaged her injured eye, and stared coldly at Ye Feng with her other eye, waiting for an answer.

The reason why she was pierced through the eye by Ye Feng's sword was because she didn't expect that Ye Feng would cross the poisonous gas barrier she had arranged, otherwise, with her thousand-year-old path, how could she not be able to dodge the sword stabbed by Ye Feng, who had only cultivated to the Foundation Realm?

So Jiaolong was very unwilling and wanted to know the answer.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Ye Feng's voice was cold, he turned his head to look at the fat monk, and said in a deep voice to the woman: "The important thing is that someone will definitely die here today, but I only hope it's you." ”

The small meditation technique in the young man's body was running rapidly, and the sword in his hand greedily absorbed the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth.

The bewitching woman was noncommittal, her slender hand flicked, and there was a white porcelain bottle in her hand, she poured out a pill from it, put it in the palm of her hand and swallowed it in one gulp, then waved her sleeves, held a long whip in her hand, and shouted angrily, "Then I will kill both of you!"

After saying that, his body rushed towards Ye Feng like a ghost.

Looking at the bewitching woman's fast movements that could only see a vague shadow, Ye Feng's forehead oozed cold sweat.

"It's too fast, there's no chance of a sword at all. ”

Ye Feng said secretly in his heart.

Just as the woman was about to whip Ye Feng, she suddenly felt a strong pressure coming from all directions.

When I turned my head to look, I saw a huge golden palm appear in mid-air, like an entity, and at this time it was stretching out two fingers to pinch itself.

She tried to dodge, but her body seemed to be under a immobilization spell, and she couldn't move at all, so she could only let the golden palm pinch her, lift it into the air, and then throw it down.

With a deafening explosion, the delicate body of the enchanting woman smashed a huge pit in the ground, and the crack at the edge of the pit extended several feet long, forming a spider web.

The bewitching woman struggled, and just as she wanted to get up, the golden palm in mid-air stretched out her index finger again and twisted it towards her.

Looking at the majestic and domineering golden finger, the woman turned her heart sideways, closed her eyes, and let herself be forcibly pressed into the ground dozens of feet deep.

"Amitabha!"

The fat monk pinched a strange hand with one hand, recited a Buddha name, looked at the deep pit in front of him, and said in a thick voice: "Demon, I didn't want to use this flower finger to make your god disappear! It's a pity that your murderous heart is too heavy, and you have committed many murders, and the poor monk can only take your life, and you have already made a decision!"

The fat monk looked solemn, but the corners of his mouth were oozing with a trace of black blood.

Ye Feng looked at the fat monk with a holy face, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he secretly said in his heart: "I really don't know how many means this fat monk has, why is it that he will be beaten to death or alive, and the dragon who will be beaten again for a while can't fight back?"

I'm afraid there are more secrets on his body than he imagined!

After a moment of silence, the crazy laughter of the bewitching woman suddenly came from the deep pit, "Hahahaha~ Okay, seven hundred years ago, it was he who killed the gluttony with his flower finger and helped me directly turn into a human form, today I want to see if you can kill me with your flower finger!"

As soon as the words fell, the woman flew out of the pit and returned to the ground with the sound of breaking the air, looking at the fat monk with dead eyes.

Zixuan turned his head and said to Ye Feng, "You stand back", and greeted him alone.

Syllable~

The long whip in the bewitching woman's hand twitched into the air, and the whip struck at the fat monk.

Before the fat monk could pinch his hand again and summon his fingers, the long whip had already tied it up like a spiritual snake.

The woman held the handle of the long whip and sneered, "Do you think you are the only one with a killer weapon?

After that, there was another smug laugh.

Ye Feng retreated into the distance, looking at the scene in front of him coldly, ready to make a move at any time.

The fat monk tried to earn twice, and the long whip on his body was strangely tightened by two points, and he lifted his spirit, but he couldn't perform the cultivation of the Four Realms of Great Perfection at all.

"Don't try~"

The bewitching woman looked disdainful, looked at the fat monk who was tied up and couldn't move, and couldn't help but feel good, and explained with a sneer:

"Little monk, this whip is not only made of my dragon tendons, it is also soaked in gluttonous spiritual blood, it can bind any monk below the knot, and once it is tied, it must not be moved, every time it moves, the whip will be tightened until it strangles you to death!"

A vicious smile appeared on the woman's bewitching face, as if she had seen the fat monk strangled to death.

Feeling the increasingly murderous aura on the side, the bewitching woman turned her head to look at Ye Feng with a cold expression, and couldn't help but sneer: "Snort, little ghost, since you want to find death, don't blame me!"

She let go of the long whip and pounced on Ye Feng with both hands in claws.

Seeing this, the fat monk hurriedly shouted, "Run!"

At the same time, Ye Feng had already teleported out of the white qi barrier and quickly rushed into the woods, followed by the woman.

Although Ye Feng relied on his thin body to shuttle flexibly through the woods, but in just a few breaths, the woman chased after her, she raised her hand and grabbed Ye Feng's back heart, and there was a layer of demonic red mist around her hand.

"Drink~!"

With a loud shout, the long whip on the fat monk's body broke in response.

The fat monk was sweating profusely, his facial muscles were twisted in pain, and his whole body was faintly emitting red light.

was able to break the long whip made of Jiaolong's tendons, not because the fat monk still had hidden means, but at the cost of a Jiazi Shouyuan, he got out of the predicament.

Not daring to hesitate, the fat monk hurriedly pinched his fingers and recited the mantra, and the big golden hand appeared out of thin air again, twisting towards the bewitching woman.

As soon as the woman's natal magic weapon was destroyed, she spat blood, and the red mist around her palm faded a lot, and she hurriedly turned her head to look in the direction of the fat monk, and the movements of her hand slowed down.

Ye Feng, who was running in front, had been observing the movements behind him from time to time, and when he saw this, he hurriedly turned around, waved the sword in his hand, and stabbed at the heart of the bewitching woman.

He shouted in his mouth: "Shocking!"

The bewitching woman came back to her senses but it was too late, her delicate body was pinched by the big golden hand and couldn't move, and the more she pinched it, the tighter and tighter it became, and there was a faint sound of broken bones, followed by a "poof", the tip of the sword wrapped in gray and white sword qi pierced straight into her heart.

Withdrawing his sword, Ye Feng quickly retreated a few feet, vigilantly observing the woman's every move.

The latter froze for a moment, then fell straight to the ground, his mouth intermittent, "I..... He's dead..... You're going to make a break for me..... Valley??"

With that, a pair of beautiful eyes gradually covered with a layer of mist, and the delicate body gradually became larger, transforming into a black dragon, lying on the ground, motionless.

Ye Feng and the fat monk breathed a sigh of relief, and they both sat on the ground with a dejected ass, looking at the breath-breaking dragon with complicated eyes.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, in a golden Buddhist hall of Mahavira.

The thin old monk wearing a golden robe, beard and eyebrows as white as snow, suddenly stopped meditating and chanting, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the wooden fish in front of him.

He raised his hand to stop the nervous white-robed monk beside him, looked at the night sky outside the window with cloudy eyes, and muttered: "I will exchange 100,000 good deeds for your reincarnation, I only hope that you will not be infatuated again in the next life." ”

The old monk slowly closed his eyes, his expression full of pain.

The white-robed monk was speechless, silently wiping the blood stains in front of the old monk with his sleeve.

————

Ye Feng and the fat monk lay on the ground to rest for a while, got up together, and walked towards the corpse of the dragon.

The fat monk Zixuan regained his grinning appearance, he patted Ye Feng's shoulder, and teased: "Okay, boy, I didn't see it, you have two hits!"

Ye Feng glanced at the fat monk and tapped the dragon corpse on the ground with his chin, "What should she do?"

The fat monk scratched his scalp with his big hand and gritted his teeth fiercely, "One and a half!"