On the twenty-sixth day of April of the lunar calendar, at night, a round of bright moon in the sky is full, the red leaves and peach blossoms on the ground are so bright, and the night can not hide the purple red of the full forest, this forest is called the purple red forest, and there are still thirty miles away from Tianyong City.

"Seven pieces of Ming soldiers for a night's life, they are not at a loss, life is the most precious thing in the world. The expression on Chu Han's face seemed to be smiling.

"Ming Bing has already obtained it, why do you want to kill them? If you want to kill them, why don't you kill them tonight?" In the night, only Cheng Zhao's white teeth could be seen.

"Stupid...... Rare things are precious, leave them, the Ming soldiers in our hands will not be so valuable, don't kill tonight, that's moral, how can people not talk about morality. In the night, Long Shiheng's orchid fingers are too sultry, and the voice is clearly a little coquettish, this man is not a woman or a woman who looks at the reckless and rude man who looks like a black charcoal, then which of them will be Liang Shanbo, who will be Zhu Yingtai, think about the way they are together with you and me......

In the night, seven people stopped, someone was approaching them, they saw clearly, it was a monk, the monk was carrying a coffin, the coffin was bubbling cold, cold, they felt very cold, a piercing chill.

"You bald donkey, you haven't died yet, so you are in a hurry to prepare a coffin for yourself?" Cheng Zhao sneezed five times in succession after he finished speaking.

The monk ignored him, lowered his head and carried the coffin on his back and continued to walk forward.

"Bald donkey, it's your concubine, or your master's concubine, you're a little bald donkey, your master is an old bald donkey, neither of them is a good thing. ”

"Hahaha......"

Cheng Zhao smiled proudly, and Long Shiheng echoed, "The hungry ghost in the color, the old and young monk." ”

The monk stopped, and the red eyes could be seen in the night, like the eyes of a demonic beast.

"Death to those who insult my mentor. ”

When the killing intent arises, someone will die.

Who will it be?

The Buddha Demon Seal was sacrificed, and the Rakshasa holding the Soul Hook Scythe opened his eyes, and a huge Rakshasa phantom was with the monk.

......

Inside the tower, Xuan Ming stood up from the stool.

"This feeling, the same as in the dream, is the demon emperor in the dream, is he near here? ”

Xuan Ming pushed open the tower door and ran out, and the fat and thin people quickly ran out when they saw this.

......

"Buddha Demon Seal ......" When Ye Feng shouted these words, his shock made his voice tremble.

Tai'a nine-section whip was thrown out and danced, this Su Minwei was really a ruthless woman, she didn't want to think about it, she just stepped forward to do it.

Inside and outside elbows, left and right tricking horses, gold silk wrapped in gourds, white snakes spitting letters, sweeping dragons, left and right red, none of these proud moves Su Minwei came out, because she was already dead, death could be so fast, Rakshasa's hook soul sickle hooked her into two halves, half in the sky, half on the ground, blood spilled from it, sprayed on the monk's face and the moon-white monk's robe.

Blood monk, blood monk in the night, blood monk who harvests life.

It's a rakshasa, the rakshasa's soul hooking scythe is raised, someone falls, the person is split from top to bottom, the left half, the right half, not much at all, not much at all, the blood is still spilled from the middle, the blood is spilled, the monk laughs, the rakshasa holding the hook soul sickle laughs.

Cheng Zhao fell, he wanted to sneeze, but now he doesn't need to sneeze, his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth are all split in half, what else is he sneezing, he went directly to see Lord Yan.

Ye Feng was stunned, the Yanling spear in his hand shook, and his whole body burst out, making it a stabbing in a shootout, and the Yanling spear shot out.

Boom......

Yanling's spear penetrated the edge of the coffin, cutting the thick hemp rope that bound the coffin in two, and the coffin fell to the ground.

Ye Feng's heart also fell to the ground, yes, his heart was on the ground, the blood monk opened a big hole in his chest and abdomen, you can see the back from the front, the heart on the ground seems to be still beating, but Ye Feng is dead and can't die anymore, he was hating before he died, hating Cheng Zhao's mouth, and his mouth owes to life.

Ding Guanqing ran away, on the way he felt that his buttocks hurt so much, as soon as he shouted "my ass", he found that his head was hanging on the tree, but his buttocks were clearly on the ground, and then his buttocks no longer hurt, he closed his eyes as if he was asleep.

From the beginning of the killing intent to the present, four have died, and there are still three.

Ling Fei, the master of the Yibing Gate, Shangguan Yan, the master of the Kuixian Gate, and Long Shiheng, the master of the Ming Xuanmen, roared, and the three of them moved together, and there was more fear in this roar.

Long Shiheng and Ling Fei rushed towards the blood monk with Ming soldiers in their hands, but Shangguan Yan rushed towards the coffin lying on the ground.

Just as he was about to approach the coffin, a yellow flame suddenly appeared on Shangguan Yan's body, and in just a moment, Shangguan Yan didn't even have his ashes left, leaving only two wind thunder gourd hammers lying quietly on the ground.

In the night, the yellow flames from Xuan Ming's fingertips were still flickering, and next to him were two people, one fat and one thin.

"Ah......h

Two screams, the hook soul scythe penetrated their bodies, the blood was flowing, the heart was beating, the pulse was beating, and the pain could be clearly felt, why couldn't they die immediately, it was really too painful and terrible to be killed slowly, the eyes were slowly closed, the consciousness was dissipating, it didn't hurt so much, it was so comfortable, and finally I was going to die......

The Blood Monk slowly turned his head and laughed, the Blood Monk was laughing, and the Rakshasa Soul Hook Scythe was raised, facing Xuan Ming......

Suddenly, a ray of light came out from the Spiritual Cultivation Bead and shrouded the blood monk's body.

Return to Qingming......

"Self-cultivation, the spiritual platform is quiet. ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

This blood monk is the moon-white monk Master Hui Ke who betrayed the Bodhi Valley, and Master Hui Ke sat on the ground and recited the mantra of purifying the heart.

"The chief of the inspector took refuge in Emperor Su Xi, bowed to the seven heads of the seven gods, I praise the great Zhun Ti today, I only wish mercy and protection, no sassy murmuring in the south, and the three bodhisattvas ......"

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

With a Buddha name, Venerable Hui Ke got up and walked to the coffin, re-tied the coffin behind him, and then stepped forward.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Master Hui Ke stopped abruptly and did not turn around.

"Thank you to the donor for your help. ”

"Now that people's hearts are down, demons will also be chaotic, the world is difficult to be peaceful, and it is God's will to get married to the benefactor today. ”

"Beishan Luochuan, if there is an opportunity, we may be able to see you again. ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

"The seal in the mage's arms is very weird, the mage is better to be cautious and cautious, don't enter the demon path. Xuan Ming said.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Master Hui Ke walked farther and farther away, and then disappeared into the night.

"Kitayama Rakugawa ......"

"Who am I?"

"What happened a thousand years ago?"

"The nightmare that haunts me all the time. ”

"Guqin, Tsing Yi Woman ......"

"Demon Emperor ......"

"Am I the Demon Emperor......

"Am I a ......?"