The monk struck out the handprint of burning the lamp and extinguishing it, and he practiced to the realm of the streamer and different colors. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the light palm approached like thunder, the white-gold light shining on Chen Jiannan's body became stronger and stronger, and his body and clothes seemed to be melted by the strong light.

In addition to the position where the light palm locked, the photons in the surrounding space flowed into the handprint, and the surroundings looked pitch black.

There are no five fingers around the strong light, which means that except for the special location, this handprint cannot be seen in other directions not far away, which is quite weird.

The sound of rain, thunder, and the explosion caused by the handprints passing through the air were all sucked into the light palms, and the energy contained in the handprints was so great that the potential energy of the mudra collapsed a small mountain.

The light palm struck down from the side, and Chen Jiannan's dantian vitality was surging, and he ran Ling Xubu with all his strength, and stepped on the official position of the Western White Tiger Lou Golden Dog Tiangeng Xing.

Visually, the handprint containing incomparable power hit Chen Jiannan's body firmly, but all of this was an illusion caused by too fast speed, and the handprint only hit the phantom.

The eight monks in the air didn't know if this palm had hit the enemy, but they saw that the palm print quickly moved away, striking a deep hole in the distant ground.

It took a few snaps of fingers for the sound of the explosion to come back, as if there had been a big earthquake, and the whole mountain forest was shaking violently.

After a short while, the spiritual sense of the monks found that Chen Jiannan's body was looming in the air, he was intact, and he was not even injured by his fur.

The eight monks were all furious, and were about to kill Chen Jiannan by their own means, when many flags in the distance waved above the trees.

The enlightened monk vaguely saw something strange swaying back and forth in the air in the distance.

He wiped his eyes, and two fine lights shot out of his eyes, and he could clearly see the ghost totem embroidered with gold wire on the black flag, and hideous ghosts appeared around the flag.

Enlightenment was immediately shocked, and said anxiously: "Senior disciples, be careful, there are Mosa disciples ambushing around. ”

Before the monk finished speaking, the space was already surging, and countless negative gases poured out from the ground, falling from the sky, surging from all directions, and even appeared out of thin air under the flickering of visible or invisible magic patterns.

The Yuan Qi attribute of this space has changed, and it is more suitable for performing the exercises of the dark attribute, and the monk's combat power has suddenly weakened by thirty percent.

With the whistling of the ghosts, a tall, thin, short, and mid-figure was rapidly approaching.

The three demon cultivators approached, occupying one end each with Chen Jiannan and the eight monks in the air, stalemate with each other.

The demon cultivators have devil tattoos on their faces and their eyes are full of fierce light, they are Moses.

The ferocious aura exuded by the Mosa cultists is essentially different from the ferocity of ordinary people, and the ferocity of ordinary people is sometimes caused by temperament, chanting the Buddha and admiring Confucianism can regulate the anger in the heart, but the ferocity of the Mosa cultists is completely on the opposite side of truth, goodness and beauty, and Confucianism, Taoism and Buddha are completely contrary to each other, and it is completely a contradiction between life and death, and it is impossible to reconcile at all.

In particular, the deep contradiction between Buddhism and Mosa Buddhism is determined by the laws of heaven, and they regard each other as mortal enemies who do not share the same heaven, and there is no room for turning around.

The Mosa religion is harsh, and the punishments are cruel and varied, and the slightest disobedience to superiors or violation of the rules is subject to corporal torture, and the strange thing is that the Mosians often like to break the rules, as if it is a pleasure to be tortured.

The psychology of the Mosa cultists can no longer be measured from the perspective of normal people, their psychology is extremely distorted and perverted, they represent the existence of the opposite order in the laws of heaven and earth, so they are demons, they often take pain as happiness and sadness as joy, and they want to make the ecology of the entire universe into a mess of madness and tyranny.

Every Mossian is a masochist, they like to cut off their fingers and toes, cut off their hands and tendons, stab their flesh, peel off their scalp, belly, back, legs, etc., and even poison themselves, dismantle themselves in eighteen pieces, or cut off their heads for pleasure.

Mosians have all sorts of strange ways of masochism, only you can't think of it, and you can't do it without them.

They would even run into the slaughterhouse and beg the butcher to pour hot water on their backs and peel off their backs.

They would even run into the blacksmiths, begging the blacksmith to peel off their scalps and burn their bloody skulls with a soldering iron.

They take pain as happiness, sadness as happiness, and discomfort as stimulation.

With the exception of a few extremists, most Mosians are not stupid enough to abuse themselves to death, they are not self-masochistic enough, and they are keen to abuse other creatures, especially the most spiritual human beings, from which they derive great satisfaction and pleasure.

They are very perverted, taking the sorrow and pain of others as their own joy, and advancing in their state of mind, so as to improve their magical skills.

It was almost impossible for the monks who were captured by the Moses to die a quick death, and those who were captured were subjected to brutal torture, wailing to death in their laughter full of contentment.

The Mosians were doctrinal, and they were keen to sow the seed of demons to make all living beings like them.

The three demon cultivators all have red jade waist cards hanging around their waists, and the front of the waist cards is excited with a special magic seal, which will spew out a foot of blood light, representing that they are from the Mosa Sect Blood Evil Hall, and the image of the Pixiu Beast crouching and trying to attack is engraved on the back.

Being able to wear a red jade waist plaque indicates that their status in the Mosa Sect is equivalent to that of the deputy hall master.

These three people are the three deputy hall masters of the Mosa Sect Blood Demon Hall, and they have all cultivated demon infants, and their magic skills are unfathomable.

The tall, thin, shriveled demon had a long, large donkey face, thick eyebrows, deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, sunken eye sockets, hair like a mess of dried firewood, and a ring of animal bones dangling through the flesh of the middle wing of his nose, dangling on his upper lip.

The moderately sized demon slender has a square face, his facial features are as thick as an ox, his big nose and eyes are thick and his lips are thick, he speaks in a high-pitched voice, and his ears are half thin and tender, as if they are newly grown, like new ears that have been harvested and re-smoked.

The demon who cultivates the demon baby will be reborn, and this demon likes to cut off his ears and get pleasure from it, and it won't be long before his ears grow back and he can cut them again.

The short, stout demon had a toad face, his nostrils turned up, half of his scalp had been cut off, his white skull was exposed, the other half of his scalp was covered with thick curly hair, a large bone ring hung on his lower lip, and both ears were covered with bone rings.

The cultivator likes to cut off his scalp and listen to the rattle of scraping his skull with a dagger in his spare time.

Chen Jiannan's spirit regained seven or eight points of consciousness, his hand clenched the long sword, and he already had the strength to fight.

According to his speculation, there were about a thousand Mosa Sect Sect Xiao Luo in the distance, holding magic flags, and surrounded the place in a circle.

The tall, thin, and shriveled Demon Cultivator's eyes widened and swirled around Chen Jiannan and the Eight Monks, and then fixed his gaze on the calm and relaxed face of Monk Wu.

He put his fingers into his nostrils, picked out a ball of fly-sized boogers and flicked them into his mouth, chewed them a few times, and shouted: "Wu Na bald donkey, you bald scoundrels who cultivate Buddhism will take advantage of the danger of others, and beat one mentally deranged person out of eight." Let me tell you, Chen Jiannan is a genius seed demon appointed by my sect leader, and the sect leader will personally help him receive the demon seed, and you can't kill him. ”

His voice was hoarse and trembling, like rusty iron rubbing.

After speaking, the demon cultivator, who looked like a withered bamboo pole, made a strange bow to Chen Jiannan, and made an expression on his face that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Demon Xiu's mind was extremely distorted, he used this expression of not knowing whether to cry or laugh to express kindness to Chen Jiannan, and only a cultivator could understand the meaning of his expression, if it fell in the eyes of ordinary people, he thought he was provoking.

Chen Jiannan's expression was dull and he did not respond to his kindness.

The enlightened monk glared like an angry Buddha, his voice was like a thunderbolt, and he shouted: "Chavaga, the poor monk was looking for you, but you sent it to the door. It just so happened that the poor monk overtook you, the demon. ”

The Chawaga that Enlightenment was talking about was the tall, thin, and shriveled demon cultivator, and as soon as he finished speaking, the pure monk also spoke.

"Chawaha, Caomiao Village was slaughtered in the middle of last month, leaving behind 265 horrible corpses of villagers, both old and weak, women and children, is it your sin?"

The short, stout demon cultivator with a toad face was Tsavha, who bared his teeth and cut off a piece of his scalp with thick hair, and threw it into his mouth with his hair to chew, his expression looked very enjoyable.

The severed scalp was bare white and bloody, and blood was dripping down his ears.

Chavaha didn't seem to find it exciting enough, he sprinkled a handful of white powder on the skull that had cut off his scalp, and there was a snorting sound on the top of his head, and white bubbles with red lines burst into white smoke with a pungent smell, and the severe pain magnified by more than ten times made the perverted demon cultivator cry with excitement, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Shrugging his shoulders and laughing for a while, Tsavaha said, "Yes, what, no, what?"

The monk pointed at Chawaha's head with his staff and shouted: "If the husband doesn't change his name or change his surname, if it's you, he will admit it, and if it's not you, he will deny it." ”

Chawaha pointed the centipede knife in his hand back at Jing's head, and shouted loudly: "You killed it, and you are the murderer of the village, shameless monk." ”

Originally a Khitan Hu, Chawaha spoke in a half-baked Central Plains accent with a sharp voice that seemed to be scraped by a blade.

After Chawaha finished speaking, the three demon cultivators all laughed strangely, revealing that I killed the person, see how you can help me get my face.

Before they finished laughing, the monk Yuan shouted angrily: "Chavana, Liao Qian, the daughter of Liao Yuanwai in the east of Foduo City, died naked in the boudoir, did you rape and kill, your hands are so cruel." ”

The demon cultivator Chawana mentioned in the monk's mouth is the one with a moderate figure, square face, and thick facial features like a cow.

Chavana glanced at Monk Yuan playfully, and said with a strange smile: "Isn't there a bloody book left by the murderer on the wall of the dead man's room, you can see who killed it by looking at it." ”

After the death of Liao Qian, who was furious and beautiful, there were indeed scribbled blood graffiti on the walls of her boudoir, on which was written a line of words that the monk was disgusted and annoyed every time he thought about it.

The murderer, the monk of Lingyin Temple is also.

Monk Liyuan pointed at Tsavana's head with his staff, and said angrily: "You know that there are blood stains in the boudoir, which shows that you raped and killed people." ”

Chavana raised the scorpion tongs scissors in his hand, also pointed to Yuan's head, and learned the monk's tone, what he said turned out to be exactly the same as the monk.

"You know that there are blood stains in the boudoir, so you can see that you raped and killed people. ”

The three demon cultivators laughed at the same time.

Their voices had a ferocious aura, like the scrapes of many broken copper and iron, and they sounded terrifying, and could stop children from crying at night.

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