This thing is covered with pale red fluff, and it looks weak, like the long inflorescence of some plants in the south after flowering. However, the inflorescence smelled of blood, and it was attached to the throat of the half-headed head, and to the main artery of his lower carotid.

The voice of the old monk Samoro sounded indistinctly: "You are a disciple of Buddhism, and Lao Qu is also a disciple of Buddhism, but you helped the outer Dao of the Eastern Tu Aurora Kingdom to kill Lao Qu...... I, the Buddha, said that there are five serious sins, but you, as a bhikshu, come and kill the old man, this is the great sin of breaking the harmony of the monks...... Confess to the hell of Ah-nose......"

With these words, a deep demonic aura that was different from Fang Cai emanated from the old monk's body, and through that long beak, he easily drilled through the old dirt and old ashes on the neck of the half-headed Tuo, broke the skin of the half-headed Toutuo, and began to greedily suck the blood of the half-headed Tuo.

The sound of "smack" was very unpleasant, which made Wei Ye feel especially disgusting when he heard it.

His perspective was not obscured by the rags that were scattered into a web, so the immortal warlock could see very clearly that the mouth of the old monk in front of him had become the mouthparts of some kind of insect, and the end of the mouthparts was against the neck of the half-headed Buddha, and the old monk's face was completely intoxicated. Perhaps because he was finally able to drink such pure Buddha blood, the old monk's withered face was slightly flushed, and his dull cheeks seemed to light up, obviously without any expression, but in the depths of his eyes, which seemed to exude compassion but were completely greedy, there seemed to be a flame.

Perhaps it was because the half-headed Buddha was very devout in his practice of Buddhism, so his Buddha's blood was as delicious and nourishing as heavenly nectar for the old demon monk who had revealed his demonic nature. The old demon monk's chest rose and fell slightly, his eyes were squinted, and his hands trembled slightly, as if he had been crossed into the pure land of the Buddha country where the seven treasures were pretended to be and lotus flowers everywhere, and his whole body was immersed in extreme happiness.

Even the faint wisp of Buddha's breath on the short-handled tin staff that resisted the Dongyang Sword Zhu seemed to have been replenished endlessly, and it looked much stronger.

This old demon monk is comfortable, Wei Yeke feels uncomfortable, and the immortal warlock's eyes showed a look that was half mocking and half pity, and then opened his mouth:

"Monk, don't you look very proud? After sucking this guy's Buddha blood, your cultivation seems to have improved by a few steps?"

For these completely provocative words, the old demon monk's eyes narrowed slightly and only calmly disdainful. As long as he sucks the Buddha blood of the monks around this person, he will naturally become stronger than he is now, and even stronger than the young man with the aura of Taoism in front of him, so what else is there to say?

However, this bit of the winner's unique reserve turned into complete resentment after Wei Ye said those words with a sincere expression.

The words went like this: "This guy has indeed cultivated a pure Buddhist atmosphere, if you don't consider those old mud and the taste of flesh and blood, you can probably reach half of Tang Seng's ears." There's just one problem that you have to think about how to solve, this guy is not practicing Shakyamuni's Dharma, but Devadatta's Devadatta's Deva Five Dharmas. ”

In one sentence, it is like the judge in the final court reading the verdict of the death row prisoner, no matter how the death row prisoner rolls around, how he beckons the professor of Fudan to write a ******, how he asks the idiots of the idiot abolition movement to submit a love letter, the damned must die.

Devadatta was a cousin of the Buddha, a great figure who led the Buddha to enlightenment countless eons ago, when the Buddha still knew nothing about the Dharma, and Devadatta was already a great bodhisattva who was so noble that he was only half a step away from stepping into that extremely high realm. However, since guiding the Buddha to step into this path of enlightenment, the great bodhisattvas of the past have been constantly fighting with the Buddha in countless eons, and they are even more terrifying than the demon king Bo Xun of the sixth day.

He has 60,000 scriptures, he has 30 kinds of majestic treasures, and even Shakyamuni Buddha himself has to admit that the five Deva dharmas are also extremely subtle Dharmas, just because they were created by Devadatta, they are only evil dharmas, not dharmas.

Therefore, the Buddha is neither a Buddha, nor a demon, nor a demon, and it has become a very wonderful hybrid existence.

The pure Buddha blood obtained from the practice of the five methods of Deva was swallowed and inhaled by the old demon monk, and the slightly warm blood slowly flowed in the body, replenishing the vitality that the old demon monk had lost in order to resist the Dongyang Sword Zhu. And when these Buddha blood poured towards the chest of the old demon monk, they clearly felt the demon heart on their chest, exuding their favorite aura of endless fighting and dependence for countless eons.

That demon has in his heart a trace of Buddha-nature that is the foundation of Samara's practice.

The blood of the Buddha of the half-headed Buddha was attached to the demon heart of Samara, with boundless joy.

It's not necessarily rough, it's not necessarily weird, it's like an apple is about to hit Newton's head when it's ripe, and snow is about to flow down to a low-lying place when it's melting. Above that demon heart, the Buddha nature is also like an apple on the ground, snow water flowing to the lower places, flowing towards the half-headed Buddha with the blood of the Buddha!

For the first time, there was a look of horror on Samara's face, which was fear and fear of the unknown. He wanted to struggle, but at this moment, with the loss of Buddha nature, his body became more and more stiff, his body became colder and colder, and the black qi that had only lingered on the soles of his feet began to climb the instep of his feet, all the way up his ankles.

Without Buddha nature, Samara is just an ordinary monster, a mosquito spirit that is nothing.

Wei Ye held the peach gold, feeling the damn Buddha breath on the short-handled tin staff getting thinner and thinner, more and more weak, and his mood became slightly better. So he smiled, and the sharp canine teeth appeared between his lips, looking sinister.

The wrist flipped suddenly, the sword blade of the peach thousand gold slashed, and the short tin rod that trapped the peach thousand gold was immediately cut off. The unhindered blade of the sword was handed forward, and in this way, it broke through the robe on the old demon monk's body and buried it in his chest.

There was a mass of meat that kept beating, against the edge of the sword, and then it was passed by the peach daughter.

The Buddha nature was taken away, the demon heart was stabbed, even if it was a monster with extremely tenacious vitality, it could only be a dead end.

From Samara's face, it could be seen that his pupils began to expand, and his consciousness began to gradually disperse, and even without Wei Ye's firepower urging a Dongyang Sword Zhu, this old demon monk was about to die.

A burst of fire erupted from Samara's chest, enveloping the demon's body in flames with a scorching temperature.

Wei Ye held the sword and watched the demon monk gradually incinerate completely, but suddenly let out a "poof".