But the charms worn on my chest kept suppressing the red light on my body. Every time the red light rushed to my heart, it was suppressed by the luster of the spell.
"Luxiyao! Let go of him, let him go..." Seeing Luciyao's worsening situation, I seemed to see sister Zhou in a red dress standing in front of me.
She looked up at the moon in the dark, and was said to me: "That kid... his name is Luciya..."
I seem to see her look at Lucia with love and affection, and ask him to eat more...
At that time, sister Zhou was full of loving feelings. Even though he was dressed in red, he lost all his hostility. Thousands of resentment, in front of this young man, also turned into all kinds of tenderness.
That's the kind eyes of parents! I think.
If Luciyao died, Sister Zhou would be very sad. I can't make her sad... can't...
"Let go of him! Let go of him! Let go of him—" I roared up to the sky, the red aura rising up into the sky. When I broke through my chest, I was suppressed by the magic talisman on my chest for a moment, and slammed up into the sky.
The red rope broke and the spell fell from my chest.
And there were rows of monks who fell to the ground along with the spell.
Reaching out to take Luciyao, I landed with my feet lightly.
Place Luciyao carefully on the ground, I slightly raised my eyebrows and looked at the monks who were already waiting quickly in front of me.
A trace of contempt flashed in the red eyes. I curled my lips slightly, showing an evil smile, and stood up from the ground.
"Niezha! Huh so presumptuous!" The old monk roared, his hand covered with wrinkled skin waved forward, and a Zen stick appeared in his hand immediately.
Although his body is old, his enthusiasm for lowering demons and demons remains undiminished. Tossing the stick in his hand, he swept at my door very aggressively.
I lowered my waist gently, and stretched out my hand gently to block the stick in the monk's hand.
When my fingers touched the Zen stick, there was a sound of'Bah Bah Bah...', I cast my eyebrows and looked at the back of my hand. With a violent shock, the Zen stick was immediately sent out.
"The old monk is too fate!" He turned his hand and flew around, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the old monk, and his cyan fingers pressed down his throat.
After all, the old monk was getting older, and came back with his backhand to block my hand. I immediately turned my grasp into my palm and slapped his hand violently.
"Uh..." The old monk flicked his palm, and his body was shocked and flew backwards.
"Puff..." When he landed, the old monk spat out blood immediately.
"Abbot!"
"Abbot..." Seeing this, all the disciples immediately stepped forward to help.
But I didn't give them a chance to breathe, claws claws with both hands, and the red aura rushed toward the other monks.
"Protect the abbot to leave!" Unknown who gave the order, the monks immediately divided into two groups. One group was in front of the old monk, and the other group was against me.
I never thought that one day I would see flesh and blood flying over with my own eyes. I would never think that that bloody storm would be done by myself.
When I smelled the first desperate smell of blood in the air, my mind seemed to be exploded by something. There was only a blush in consciousness.
"kill… "
"kill… "
"I want to kill these nasty bald donkeys..."
Scarlet eyes carry the spirit of evil spirits from hell, his hands are in bond, the red light is slaughter... Wherever he goes, there is a blood-red remains.
"Enough!" There was a sudden roar in the ear.
Some are familiar... but it's annoying.
"Kill... I want to kill you... kill you..." I looked at the double shadow in front of me, waving my hands and strangling everything that was moving.
A pair of cold hands clasped his wrists tightly. I want to break free, but I feel that my hands are like cold shackles, and I can't open them.
"Look at yin and yang, calm your mind, the universe has no self, the sky is clear and the earth is clear! Net!" A cold purple aura shrouded my heavenly gate.
The body was full of heat and followed the spiritual light, and gradually slipped back to the abdomen.
My mind gradually became clear, and I gave up struggling. I opened my eyes slowly, before I could see anything clearly, I was suddenly covered by a hand.
"Don't look!" Xuan Cang's voice came from my ear nervously.
Xuan Cang? I was shocked and wondered, I can't figure out why he suddenly appeared here
How about the safe monk just now? They couldn't even accept me and Lucia, so how could they endure the existence of two Xuancang
"Lu Xiyao!" Thinking of Lu Xiyao, I hurriedly opened Xuan Cang's hand covering my eyes, wanting to see the situation of Lu Xiyao.
But when I saw the situation in front of me, I was stunned.
There was blood red everywhere on the walls, floors, and tiles. The monks who used to be majestic and encircled me and Lucia with the French sticks lay down in a bloody flesh.
The old monk who appeared last sat cross-legged on the ground with his hands folded. The golden stick stood behind him, like a majestic warrior.
With blood on the corner of the old monk's mouth, several young monks fell in front of him, looking like they were protecting the old monk to death.
"Fa, what happened..." I looked at the scene in front of me stupidly, step by step with some fear, and walked towards the old monk.
The old monk closed his eyes tightly, with a few traces of red blood hanging on his long white beard. But his face was peaceful, like an old man asleep.
I walked up to the old monk and slowly stretched out my hand... I wanted to see if he was still alive.
My finger had just been stretched out in front of the old monk, and the stick behind him slammed at me as if sensing it.
"Be careful!" The purple aura rubbed in front of me, blocking the stick.
The golden and purple auras collided, Xuan Cang immediately stepped forward and pulled me away from the old monk.
"Ah!" The blue paper man suddenly exclaimed.
When clang... The stick fell to the ground, and the purple aura suddenly bounced away, shattering into a piece of blue paper in the air.
Xuan Cang and I looked sideways, and only had time to see the scattered paper foam.
"Zixu!" Xuan Cang took me, stepped forward and stretched out his hand, only the scattered fragments fell in the palm of his hand.
"Azi..." I was also stupid. Looking at the shattered piece of paper in a daze, my heart hurts with guilt...
Zixu was hurt by the Zen stick to protect me! If it weren't for me... it wouldn't be hurt by the stick at all!
"Xuan, Xuan Cang... Azi... She will be fine, right?" I looked at Xuan Cang scared and nervous. I don't understand the magic, so I can only seek the answer from Xuan Cang.
He glared at me fiercely, grabbed my wrist, walked to Lucilla's face with stern face, and lifted him from the ground.
"Xuan Cang!" I was worried about Zixu.
But Xuan Cang just pressed his mouth tightly. Unwilling to say a word to each other, I took Luciyao and me, jumped and quickly disappeared into this Mingtai Temple.