The combed silver hair seemed to be poured into life, and it was entangled with the person it fell on, and twisted it like a python. These silver hairs were not only soft, but also tough, sinking deep into the flesh, and blood was "gurgling" outward.

"Damn, I'm fighting with you!" the warriors raised their weapons one after another, cutting off the silver hair that was wrapped around their bodies and connected to the fingertips of the brown-haired female Rakshasa. The blade was sharp, and the silver hair broke in response, and the silver hair, which had lost the yin power of the female rakshasa, slowly slid to the ground, and the monks and abilities also used their own housekeeping skills: fire, wind swords, rain swords, or lightning breaks, in short, everything was done.

And those soldiers with weak martial skills and blunt blades, some of them were lucky to be rescued by some of the warriors and monks who escaped from the trap, and many more were strangled to death by the silver hair, and finally became the puppets of the brown-haired female rakshasas. One by one, they were like wire dolls, and their bodies were manipulated by countless silver hairs.

Although their martial arts skills are inferior, they are superior in numbers. I saw that they all looked wooden one by one, and slowly raised the weapons in their hands, struggling to think that the people around them had not been controlled by the female rakshasa to cut them down. One of them, before they could accept the reality, was hacked to death by these puppets.

Many samurai can only face the battle with tears in their eyes, and the brothers who have lived and died for many years are now fighting to the death. While they were suffering from their fighting, they cried out with tears streaming down their faces: "Why? Why is this happening? Oh my God, what did we do wrong?"

The monks of the various sects in the school field together were only a hundred, but there were thousands of soldiers who could do something for them. In the blink of an eye, the blood flowed like a river, and the soldiers who were hacked to death by the wire puppets were soon pulled by the silver hair of the brown-haired female Rakshasa, and eventually became her puppets. And after these ordinary soldiers become puppets, their strength has been greatly improved: they can't be killed by swords, and they can't be stabbed by swords; the fire attack of monks can only burn their flesh and skin, and after they become skeletons, their strength not only does not decrease, but they look more hideous, giving people a kind of visual pressure; even if they use a lot of effort to scatter the skeletons, the brown-haired female rakshasa will use silver hair to lift the scattered bones and put them in the position where they should be on the body of the puppet.

"Attack those silver hairs! Silver hair is the key to everything!" I don't know who shouted, and without waiting for anything, everyone used their own stunts to slash at the silver hair behind or above the doll, and the brown-haired female Rakshasa at this time could only be tired of releasing new silver hair again to connect the scattered skeletons and reform the skeleton puppet, or the wire puppet.

"Ah~"

Just when everyone was tired of cutting off their silver hair, they suddenly heard the screams of the brown-haired female rakshasa . Everyone looked at the female rakshasa in unison, only to see that a huge ice sword had pierced her. Although there was no bloodshed, the brown-haired female rakshasa was also full of pain.

"Hey, hey, hey......" At this time, a sneer came from behind her, and then said: "Do you think we don't have brains? Don't you know that cutting off silver hair is just a palliative but not a cure? I just shouted that voice just to confuse ......"

"Ah......h Then, he became the first monk doll of the brown-haired female rakshasa

Although he became a doll, which greatly increased the strength of the brown-haired female Rakshasa , his death made many people more aware of the true face of the female Rakshasa and some people shouted loudly: "Everyone be careful! The brown-haired Rakshasa is composed of different colors of hair, and ordinary physical attacks can't hurt her!"

"Hair is afraid of fire!" and someone shouted. So, the monk who was proficient in fire spells desperately sent out pillars of fire at the brown-haired female rakshasa one after another.

However, how could the brown-haired female Rakshasa sit still and wait for death? The monk who attacked her just now was an ice-type supernatural being, under the control of the female Rakshasa: an ice wall was built around her, and the silver hair frozen in the ice wall was not affected at all, and could still freely control the wire puppet outside.

"Ahh

After thousands of soldiers were turned into dolls, the first monk was finally turned into a doll by the female rakshasa on his own initiative. At this time, nearly 100 monks, all with heavy hearts, defended. What was a good situation just now has become unfavorable because of the sneak attack of that ice-based ability. At this time, Wuxin was also entwined by hundreds of silver hairs, and penetrated into his skin little by little.

Along with the pain, Wuxin also felt that there was already blood flowing out, his expression was a little dim, and he silently proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! Amitabha Buddha......" His vision began to blur gradually, and he unintentionally recited this Buddha name, but his heart was unusually calm: "Oh! Why am I hallucinating? It seems that I still haven't practiced enough?"

Just when Wuxin, who was hallucinating, began to blame himself, more raindrops fell on his face. Wuxin hurriedly wiped the rain from his face, and then realized: this is not an illusion, but a real one. When he and all the monks raised their heads, they saw that above them all stood a woman in white with a wonderful appearance, dignified and beautiful, so beautiful that no word in the world could describe this beauty.

I saw that she was holding a white jade bottle in her hand, and the mouth of the bottle was slightly downward, just facing the brown-haired female rakshasa. There is a steady flow of water inside, holy clear water, a solid ice wall, and the rain melts, even if the hair is dense, it can't stop the seepage of clean water. The water in the white jade bottle continued to flow into the body of the brown-haired female Rakshasa of various colors, but it never flowed a drop.

"Do you really want to be scattered?" said the woman in white in the air with a slight anger.

The brown-haired female Rakshasa, who had long been overwhelmed by her body, heard the scolding of the woman in white, and a fire suddenly ignited in her heart, and she knelt down with difficulty and begged: "The comb girl meets the monk and begs the monk to be extrajudicially merciful!"

"It's not easy for me to remember your cultivation! I'll spare your dog's life for the time being!" shouted the woman in white*. At the same time, he raised the white jade bottle in his hand slightly, and the mouth of the white jade bottle at this time rose slightly: "Receive!"

Looking at the clear water that seeped into the body of the brown-haired female Rakshasa again, it automatically flew out, and the clear water scattered outside returned to the white jade bottle again. At this time, the female rakshasa had infinite adduction of her hair of various colors, and finally turned into a maroon wooden comb. The woman in white stretched out her hand, and the maroon wooden comb flew into her hand.

When he turned around and was about to leave, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and pleaded, "Slow down!"

The woman in white looked down at him and asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"Tuas doesn't know. He said bitterly: "The king of this country has a cruel and unkind character, and he treats human life like a grass, and the people are miserable due to excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and the people in the countryside have starved to death countless times due to the great drought this year.

In fact, the little monk was quite grateful to this demon, and because of her actions, the king had to issue a reward: as long as anyone could subdue the demon, he could make any request to the king. How can the little monk not cultivate enough, he is not capable of subduing this demon, today I can only ask the monk for mercy, and beg the people of the world to beg for mercy!" After speaking, he unintentionally "banged" and kowtowed, and within a few strokes, he was already bleeding.

The woman in white nodded with a smile and said, "What's your name?"

"The little monk has no heart!" replied without heart.

"Okay! I know what you said!" the woman in white said, then took out a manuscript and threw it to Wuxin and said: "Give you this Buddhist scripture, I hope you will achieve something in the future and can benefit the common people!" After speaking, she flew in the direction of the palace in the capital.

"Thank you Master for the scriptures!" Wuxin kowtowed again and thanked him, seeing that the woman in white was about to go away, he couldn't help but shout loudly: "I don't know what to call the name of the Great Master?"

The sweet voice of the woman in white came from afar: "The letter girl is second-good!"

"Where is King Vinayaga?" Coming to the sky above the palace, Miaoshan shouted loudly: "The Mahayana Buddhist believer Miaoshan has recovered her evil spirits, and she is here to ask for a reward!

King Vinayaga, who was playing with his concubine in the dormitory, suddenly heard a voice outside the palace, hurriedly pushed away the concubine in his arms, and shouted outside: "Hurry up and announce that the girl is good at meeting you!"

The guards outside the dormitory hurriedly ran in, knelt down and reported: "Enlighten my king: Xinnu Miaoshan is not outside the dormitory, this should be a skill to transmit sound for thousands of miles." Maybe she didn't know the specific location of my king, but she asked to see her heart, so she had to make this decision. ”

"Then what are you hesitating about, don't hurry up and invite you!" said King Vinayaga eagerly, but hurriedly said, "No, don't invite here! Go to the main hall! The ceremony must be solemn!

At this time, his heart "thumped": "The voice is so sweet, it must be a big beauty! Beauty! Brother is here!" King Vinayaga ran out of the palace and walked towards the palace where the minister was summoned.

When King Vinayaga saw Miaoshan, he felt that the whole world was frozen, and the attendant next to him quietly called him for a long time, and finally pushed him with his hand, and then he reacted, and hurriedly said: "Are you the one who killed the evil demon who has been making waves for days?"

"Enlighten my king! It's the little woman!" "Miaoshan hurriedly saluted: "However, in the heart of my Buddha's compassion, Miaoshan did not kill him, but only captured him!"

At this time, where could the king of Vinayaga listen to this, but the donkey's lips did not say to the horse's mouth: "Second, looking at your speech and demeanor, you must also be the daughter of a rich family, right?"

Miaoshan said with a cold expression: "The little girl has taken refuge in my Buddha, and worldly things have nothing to do with me!"

"Since worldly things have nothing to do with you, then why do you still want to kill demons, why do you want to come here to ask for rewards?" Vinayaga can become the king of a country, and naturally he is not a mediocre person, and his words are directly to the point of second goodness.

"The little woman is bold......!

Before he could finish speaking, King Vinayaka waved his hand and said, "Don't talk about everything!"