Jingdie struggled with all her strength, but the monk in white hugged her from behind, holding her hands tightly and pushing the long sword forward.
He had a gash in his neck, but he could still speak.
Mirror Butterfly Ripper roared at the top of his lungs and collapsed.
Because of the pain, Dajiba's face had begun to twist, but he still shouted: "Jingdie! Don't listen to his nonsense, I know you have good intentions in your heart!"
Dajiba suddenly turned around and looked down the mountain, and saw several identical monks in white appearing. Each of them was carrying two of his disciples, and those disciples were covered in blood. They were obviously not dead yet, but everyone looked injured. The monks in white walked up and the disciples groaned all the way.
"Look at me!"
"It was so funny, it made me laugh to death. How was my acting at that moment? Did you think I was about to die?"
"I'm teaching you."
"Hahahahaha... No, no, no, I'm going to die laughing... Cough, cough, cough... Blood spurts, isn't it fun?"
"Look at me!"
The monk in white said: "I saw hatred in your eyes, so you should learn to cut it off. Your master is a monster. Killing this monster means cutting off a piece of the past, and your heart will become stronger. Your There is still desire in the eyes. Are you anxious that there is no progress in your practice? Kill him... kill him and I will take you to practice."
Dajiba groaned, but became calmer: "Jingdie, you are a good girl. But your heart is blinded by your hatred, so you can't see your future. There is one thing I hope you will Forgive me, in fact, I am not a senior expert, and my own cultivation is mediocre. I brought you here just because you are living too hard and tired, even though I have exhausted my family wealth and wasted my time. It’s on you little guys, but I don’t regret it.”
"I'm teaching you."
"Let go...let her go!"
"Let go...let her go!"
"Look at me!"
Dajiba's body suddenly stiffened, and his expression froze on his face.
The long sword has penetrated very deeply, but the smile on the face of the monk in white is still: "Are you done? I am almost moved by you. But what's the point of saying this? He will die in your hands after all. From now on. Every night, you close your eyes and dare not sleep, because when you close your eyes, you will think of today, this sword, your hand holding the sword, and the blood flowing from his heart. "
"Let go...let her go!"
"ah!"
He laughed so hard that he was out of breath: "I really have a conspiracy, you... hahahahaha, no one has noticed it."
"You... damn!"
Dajiba roared, his eyes turned red, but his cultivation level was too low and it was impossible to break free. He watched helplessly as the long sword pierced his heart, and watched as Jingdie almost collapsed. The monk in white was obviously too evil and didn't want to kill Dajiba right away, so he pushed the long sword forward very slowly.
He laughed so hard that he was out of breath: "I really have a conspiracy, you... hahahahaha, no one has noticed it."
"interesting… "
Jingdie struggled with all her strength, but the monk in white hugged her from behind, holding her hands tightly and pushing the long sword forward.
With a snap, Jingdie, who had no resistance at all, suddenly raised his hand and grasped the blade of the long sword. Her hands are beautiful, white and delicate, with long fingers. But the moment she grasped the sword, blood flowed down her white palm.
"It was so funny, it made me laugh to death. How was my acting at that moment? Did you think I was about to die?"
He laughed so hard that he was out of breath: "I really have a conspiracy, you... hahahahaha, no one has noticed it."
"Hahahahaha..."
"Mirror Butterfly!"
An Zheng didn't take action because he found something strange. This monk looks like a madman, but he is definitely not a madman.
"forgive me."
The white-clothed monk standing in front of An Zheng and the others laughed and fell to the ground, slapping the ground with his hands: "It's ridiculous, isn't it... Hahahaha, have you seen the blood flowing from my neck? That's not mine at all, haha. Haha... You idiots, you are fooled by me."
puff!
Dajiba suddenly gave up resistance, looked at Jingdie and shouted loudly: "Cheer up! Remember, even if you think about today's events in the future, don't feel pain. Even if you stab with a long sword in your hand, It has nothing to do with you. This may be an experience and a torture for you, but I believe that you will be stronger in the future, and you will. Become a true practitioner.”
Because of the pain, Dajiba's face had begun to twist, but he still shouted: "Jingdie! Don't listen to his nonsense, I know you have good intentions in your heart!"
"You... damn!"
He said three words, and then he actually raised his hand and placed the sword across his neck. And the Mirror Butterfly, which had disappeared before, appeared behind him. One hand grabbed the white-robed monk's hand, the other pushed his head forward, and then the hand holding the sword pulled sharply.
Dajiba suddenly gave up resistance, looked at Jingdie and shouted loudly: "Cheer up! Remember, even if you think about today's events in the future, don't feel pain. Even if you stab with a long sword in your hand, It has nothing to do with you. This may be an experience and a torture for you, but I believe that you will be stronger in the future, and you will. Become a true practitioner.”
"ah!"
Dajiba suddenly gave up resistance, looked at Jingdie and shouted loudly: "Cheer up! Remember, even if you think about today's events in the future, don't feel pain. Even if you stab with a long sword in your hand, It has nothing to do with you. This may be an experience and a torture for you, but I believe that you will be stronger in the future, and you will. Become a true practitioner.”
Mirror Butterfly Ripper roared at the top of his lungs and collapsed.
"Look at me!"
puff!
The sword continued to move forward, and blood flowed out from the wound.
Jingdie cried so hard that her voice became hoarse, and tears flowed down her cheeks. But she could do nothing. She could only watch helplessly as the long sword approached Dajiba little by little, and watched as the tip of the sword pierced into Dajiba's chest with a pop.
"Hahahahaha... No, no, no, I'm going to die laughing... Cough, cough, cough... Blood spurts, isn't it fun?"
Mirror Butterfly Ripper roared at the top of his lungs and collapsed.
An Zheng pulled Dajiba aside and squinted at the white-robed monk behind Jingdie. The three blue star points in his left eye quickly rotated, and the pupil skills of Tianmu and Shanye began to exert their power.
"It hurts so much."
Dajiba shouted loudly, making Jingdie look at him: "Remember, no matter whether your achievements are high or low in the future, don't do evil. When you think of doing evil, just think about your hands today. It's stained with my blood. Although I didn't teach you anything, I am your master. Go down the mountain and find the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest will save you!"
"interesting… "
He said three words, and then he actually raised his hand and placed the sword across his neck. And the Mirror Butterfly, which had disappeared before, appeared behind him. One hand grabbed the white-robed monk's hand, the other pushed his head forward, and then the hand holding the sword pulled sharply.
"I'm teaching you."
He stood up straight suddenly, then actually took out a pack of needlework and started threading it in front of An Zheng and the others, and then started to sew on his neck with some difficulty: "It's so troublesome. You know how long it would be for me to make such a skin bag by myself." Isn’t it easy? It’s so long...”
Jingdie struggled with all her strength, but the monk in white hugged her from behind, holding her hands tightly and pushing the long sword forward.
Jingdie cried so hard that her voice became hoarse, and tears flowed down her cheeks. But she could do nothing. She could only watch helplessly as the long sword approached Dajiba little by little, and watched as the tip of the sword pierced into Dajiba's chest with a pop.
He pulled back his long sword and wiped the blade towards Jingdie's throat: "Look, your role has been fully exerted. If not, how could he leave that broken Taoist temple? There is something in that Taoist temple that makes me Disgusted, very disgusted.”
"I'm teaching you."
Because of the pain, Dajiba's face had begun to twist, but he still shouted: "Jingdie! Don't listen to his nonsense, I know you have good intentions in your heart!"
"ah!"
Dajiba suddenly gave up resistance, looked at Jingdie and shouted loudly: "Cheer up! Remember, even if you think about today's events in the future, don't feel pain. Even if you stab with a long sword in your hand, It has nothing to do with you. This may be an experience and a torture for you, but I believe that you will be stronger in the future, and you will. Become a true practitioner.”
He pressed forward and spread his hands: "But I'm not dead, hahahaha... You cut me with a sword on my neck. I'm still bleeding, but I'm not dead, hahahaha..."
Dajiba roared, his eyes turned red, but his cultivation level was too low and it was impossible to break free. He watched helplessly as the long sword pierced his heart, and watched as Jingdie almost collapsed. The monk in white was obviously too evil and didn't want to kill Dajiba right away, so he pushed the long sword forward very slowly.
He asked suddenly, then jumped up and danced with laughter. The wound on his neck was still bleeding, but he looked fine. He seemed extremely happy, laughing and coughing. When he coughed, more blood spurted out of his veins, staining his monk's robes and shoes red.
Dajiba groaned, but became calmer: "Jingdie, you are a good girl. But your heart is blinded by your hatred, so you can't see your future. There is one thing I hope you will Forgive me, in fact, I am not a senior expert, and my own cultivation is mediocre. I brought you here just because you are living too hard and tired, even though I have exhausted my family wealth and wasted my time. It’s on you little guys, but I don’t regret it.”
The long sword has penetrated very deeply, but the smile on the face of the monk in white is still: "Are you done? I am almost moved by you. But what's the point of saying this? He will die in your hands after all. From now on. Every night, you close your eyes and dare not sleep, because when you close your eyes, you will think of today, this sword, your hand holding the sword, and the blood flowing from his heart. "
"forgive me."
He pressed forward and spread his hands: "But I'm not dead, hahahaha... You cut me with a sword on my neck. I'm still bleeding, but I'm not dead, hahahaha..."
The sword continued to move forward, and blood flowed out from the wound.
"forgive me."
He glanced at Jingdie: "After a while, I will also cut this long on your beautiful little neck."
With a pop, the sword cut open the white-robed monk's neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
The body of the monk in white fell down softly, but his expression was unusually calm. He fell to the ground and raised his hands to cover his neck, as if trying to block the gushing blood. But the artery had been cut open and he couldn't block it. However, it seemed that he was not in any pain, just lying there and looking up at Mirror Butterfly.
Dajiba suddenly turned around and looked down the mountain, and saw several identical monks in white appearing. Each of them was carrying two of his disciples, and those disciples were covered in blood. They were obviously not dead yet, but everyone looked injured. The monks in white walked up and the disciples groaned all the way.
"Hahahahaha... No, no, no, I'm going to die laughing... Cough, cough, cough... Blood spurts, isn't it fun?"
"See, hatred can still give you strength."
An Zheng: "No one can die except you."
The corner of Dajiba's mouth formed the most charitable smile: "I didn't lie to you with any malicious intent. And forgive yourself, you didn't do anything wrong."
puff!
He pulled back his long sword and wiped the blade towards Jingdie's throat: "Look, your role has been fully exerted. If not, how could he leave that broken Taoist temple? There is something in that Taoist temple that makes me Disgusted, very disgusted.”
With a pop, the sword cut open the white-robed monk's neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
The long sword has penetrated very deeply, but the smile on the face of the monk in white is still: "Are you done? I am almost moved by you. But what's the point of saying this? He will die in your hands after all. From now on. Every night, you close your eyes and dare not sleep, because when you close your eyes, you will think of today, this sword, your hand holding the sword, and the blood flowing from his heart. "
"Hahahahaha... No, no, no, I'm going to die laughing... Cough, cough, cough... Blood spurts, isn't it fun?"
"I'm teaching you."
The long sword penetrated.
"ah!"
An Zheng raised the corner of his mouth: "You are still a very high-level one, Qiongqi? If I remember correctly, it should be that name. Under this beautiful skin, you are so ugly that it makes you want to vomit." You painted this skin very carefully.”
"Mirror Butterfly!"
Dajiba shouted loudly, making Jingdie look at him: "Remember, no matter whether your achievements are high or low in the future, don't do evil. When you think of doing evil, just think about your hands today. It's stained with my blood. Although I didn't teach you anything, I am your master. Go down the mountain and find the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest will save you!"
Mirror Butterfly Ripper roared at the top of his lungs and collapsed.
He laughed so hard that he was out of breath: "I really have a conspiracy, you... hahahahaha, no one has noticed it."
He laughed so hard that he was out of breath: "I really have a conspiracy, you... hahahahaha, no one has noticed it."
He pressed forward and spread his hands: "But I'm not dead, hahahaha... You cut me with a sword on my neck. I'm still bleeding, but I'm not dead, hahahaha..."
He pulled back his long sword and wiped the blade towards Jingdie's throat: "Look, your role has been fully exerted. If not, how could he leave that broken Taoist temple? There is something in that Taoist temple that makes me Disgusted, very disgusted.”
"See, hatred can still give you strength."
With a pop, the sword cut open the white-robed monk's neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
"See, hatred can still give you strength."
"It hurts so much."
"interesting… "
The monk in white smiled even brighter: "I have already felt a power awakening in your body, that's it. From now on, you follow me, and I will lead you to kill more and more people. Don't you have some fellow sects at the foot of the mountain? Kill them and your power will be fully awakened."
He laughed so hard that he was out of breath: "I really have a conspiracy, you... hahahahaha, no one has noticed it."
The monk in white shook his head: "It seems you really don't understand me. Everyone here will die, but I can't die."
An Zheng: "No one can die except you."
Dajiba suddenly gave up resistance, looked at Jingdie and shouted loudly: "Cheer up! Remember, even if you think about today's events in the future, don't feel pain. Even if you stab with a long sword in your hand, It has nothing to do with you. This may be an experience and a torture for you, but I believe that you will be stronger in the future, and you will. Become a true practitioner.”
The sword continued to move forward, and blood flowed out from the wound.
"Mirror Butterfly!"
With a pop, the sword cut open the white-robed monk's neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
He had a gash in his neck, but he could still speak.
"It hurts so much."
"It was so funny, it made me laugh to death. How was my acting at that moment? Did you think I was about to die?"
Dajiba groaned, but became calmer: "Jingdie, you are a good girl. But your heart is blinded by your hatred, so you can't see your future. There is one thing I hope you will Forgive me, in fact, I am not a senior expert, and my own cultivation is mediocre. I brought you here just because you are living too hard and tired, even though I have exhausted my family wealth and wasted my time. It’s on you little guys, but I don’t regret it.”
"summon monster."
The sword continued to move forward, and blood flowed out from the wound.
Because of the pain, Dajiba's face had begun to twist, but he still shouted: "Jingdie! Don't listen to his nonsense, I know you have good intentions in your heart!"
The long sword penetrated.
His tone suddenly turned cold, and the entire mountain seemed to be instantly covered in ice and snow.
puff!
Dajiba suddenly turned around and looked down the mountain, and saw several identical monks in white appearing. Each of them was carrying two of his disciples, and those disciples were covered in blood. They were obviously not dead yet, but everyone looked injured. The monks in white walked up and the disciples groaned all the way.
He suddenly stood up straight and pointed behind An Zheng and the others: "Look, that's my conspiracy. I'm a man of my word. Everyone on this mountain will die, but I won't. Die, hahahaha.”
With a pop, the sword cut open the white-robed monk's neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
He had a gash in his neck, but he could still speak.
The body of the monk in white fell down softly, but his expression was unusually calm. He fell to the ground and raised his hands to cover his neck, as if trying to block the gushing blood. But the artery had been cut open and he couldn't block it. However, it seemed that he was not in any pain, just lying there and looking up at Mirror Butterfly.
The sword continued to move forward, and blood flowed out from the wound.
"Hahahahaha..."
"summon monster."
The long sword penetrated.
The long sword penetrated.
The corner of Dajiba's mouth formed the most charitable smile: "I didn't lie to you with any malicious intent. And forgive yourself, you didn't do anything wrong."
Dajiba shouted loudly, making Jingdie look at him: "Remember, no matter whether your achievements are high or low in the future, don't do evil. When you think of doing evil, just think about your hands today. It's stained with my blood. Although I didn't teach you anything, I am your master. Go down the mountain and find the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest will save you!"
Dajiba suddenly turned around and looked down the mountain, and saw several identical monks in white appearing. Each of them was carrying two of his disciples, and those disciples were covered in blood. They were obviously not dead yet, but everyone looked injured. The monks in white walked up and the disciples groaned all the way.
"Let go...let her go!"
puff!
Dajiba's body suddenly stiffened, and his expression froze on his face.
The corner of Dajiba's mouth formed the most charitable smile: "I didn't lie to you with any malicious intent. And forgive yourself, you didn't do anything wrong."
The long sword penetrated.
Jingdie struggled with all her strength, but the monk in white hugged her from behind, holding her hands tightly and pushing the long sword forward.
Then he looked sideways, and a hand appeared on his shoulder, casually pulling him aside. The voice of the Taoist Priest in black appeared behind him, a little lazy and a little angry.
The monk in white held the needle in his bloody hand and sewed it up on his neck. Because he couldn't see it, the stitches were messy. The flesh and skin on his neck were pulled and twisted, which looked particularly disgusting. He finally sewed it up, then threw the sewing kit aside and looked down at his hands: "Why don't you do it? What a great opportunity to kill me when I was sewing my neck just now."
"ah!"
Jing Die's eyes suddenly flashed red, and then she changed. Her body turned transparent and disappeared in an instant. The next second, the monk in white suddenly froze for a moment, and then his body seemed to be fixed by something, unable to move.
With a pop, the sword cut open the white-robed monk's neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
His tone suddenly turned cold, and the entire mountain seemed to be instantly covered in ice and snow.
"It hurts so much."
He stood up straight suddenly, then actually took out a pack of needlework and started threading it in front of An Zheng and the others, and then started to sew on his neck with some difficulty: "It's so troublesome. You know how long it would be for me to make such a skin bag by myself." Isn’t it easy? It’s so long...”
Dajiba roared, his eyes turned red, but his cultivation level was too low and it was impossible to break free. He watched helplessly as the long sword pierced his heart, and watched as Jingdie almost collapsed. The monk in white was obviously too evil and didn't want to kill Dajiba right away, so he pushed the long sword forward very slowly.
An Zheng pulled Dajiba aside and squinted at the white-robed monk behind Jingdie. The three blue star points in his left eye quickly rotated, and the pupil skills of Tianmu and Shanye began to exert their power.
Mirror Butterfly Ripper roared at the top of his lungs and collapsed.
He said three words, and then he actually raised his hand and placed the sword across his neck. And the Mirror Butterfly, which had disappeared before, appeared behind him. One hand grabbed the white-robed monk's hand, the other pushed his head forward, and then the hand holding the sword pulled sharply.
Jing Die's eyes suddenly flashed red, and then she changed. Her body turned transparent and disappeared in an instant. The next second, the monk in white suddenly froze for a moment, and then his body seemed to be fixed by something, unable to move.
"summon monster."
"summon monster."
"interesting… "
He turned the long sword over and placed it across Jingdie's throat: "But even if you can see through me, what else can you do? Watch this little girl die? Of course, her death is not good for you. It’s nothing.”
An Zheng raised the corner of his mouth: "You are still a very high-level one, Qiongqi? If I remember correctly, it should be that name. Under this beautiful skin, you are so ugly that it makes you want to vomit." You painted this skin very carefully.”
The monk in white shook his head: "It seems you really don't understand me. Everyone here will die, but I can't die."
The monk in white smiled even brighter: "I have already felt a power awakening in your body, that's it. From now on, you follow me, and I will lead you to kill more and more people. Don't you have some fellow sects at the foot of the mountain? Kill them and your power will be fully awakened."
An Zheng pulled Dajiba aside and squinted at the white-robed monk behind Jingdie. The three blue star points in his left eye quickly rotated, and the pupil skills of Tianmu and Shanye began to exert their power.
The expression of the monk in white obviously changed, but he quickly recovered: "I can't believe that it really exists. When the emperor told me before, I didn't believe that there really were people in this world who could see through us, even me. I don’t even believe in the existence of holy fish. This world is really interesting. God always sets up opposites, and then watches the opposites kill each other, and God is still laughing.”
"interesting… "
The body of the monk in white fell down softly, but his expression was unusually calm. He fell to the ground and raised his hands to cover his neck, as if trying to block the gushing blood. But the artery had been cut open and he couldn't block it. However, it seemed that he was not in any pain, just lying there and looking up at Mirror Butterfly.
The long sword penetrated.
Dajiba's body suddenly stiffened, and his expression froze on his face.
The monk in white held the needle in his bloody hand and sewed it up on his neck. Because he couldn't see it, the stitches were messy. The flesh and skin on his neck were pulled and twisted, which looked particularly disgusting. He finally sewed it up, then threw the sewing kit aside and looked down at his hands: "Why don't you do it? What a great opportunity to kill me when I was sewing my neck just now."
"Is it fun?!"
The monk in white said: "I saw hatred in your eyes, so you should learn to cut it off. Your master is a monster. Killing this monster means cutting off a piece of the past, and your heart will become stronger. Your There is still desire in the eyes. Are you anxious that there is no progress in your practice? Kill him... kill him and I will take you to practice."
He turned the long sword over and placed it across Jingdie's throat: "But even if you can see through me, what else can you do? Watch this little girl die? Of course, her death is not good for you. It’s nothing.”
He laughed so hard that he was out of breath: "I really have a conspiracy, you... hahahahaha, no one has noticed it."
An Zheng didn't take action because he found something strange. This monk looks like a madman, but he is definitely not a madman.
puff!
An Zheng: "No one can die except you."
The corner of Dajiba's mouth formed the most charitable smile: "I didn't lie to you with any malicious intent. And forgive yourself, you didn't do anything wrong."
He had a gash in his neck, but he could still speak.
Dajiba shouted loudly, making Jingdie look at him: "Remember, no matter whether your achievements are high or low in the future, don't do evil. When you think of doing evil, just think about your hands today. It's stained with my blood. Although I didn't teach you anything, I am your master. Go down the mountain and find the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest will save you!"
"summon monster."
An Zheng raised the corner of his mouth: "You are still a very high-level one, Qiongqi? If I remember correctly, it should be that name. Under this beautiful skin, you are so ugly that it makes you want to vomit." You painted this skin very carefully.”
The monk in white shook his head: "It seems you really don't understand me. Everyone here will die, but I can't die."
He glanced at Jingdie: "After a while, I will also cut this long on your beautiful little neck."
He glanced at Jingdie: "After a while, I will also cut this long on your beautiful little neck."
He pulled back his long sword and wiped the blade towards Jingdie's throat: "Look, your role has been fully exerted. If not, how could he leave that broken Taoist temple? There is something in that Taoist temple that makes me Disgusted, very disgusted.”
Jing Die's eyes suddenly flashed red, and then she changed. Her body turned transparent and disappeared in an instant. The next second, the monk in white suddenly froze for a moment, and then his body seemed to be fixed by something, unable to move.
An Zheng pulled Dajiba aside and squinted at the white-robed monk behind Jingdie. The three blue star points in his left eye quickly rotated, and the pupil skills of Tianmu and Shanye began to exert their power.
He pressed forward and spread his hands: "But I'm not dead, hahahaha... You cut me with a sword on my neck. I'm still bleeding, but I'm not dead, hahahaha..."
Dajiba's body suddenly stiffened, and his expression froze on his face.
An Zheng: "No one can die except you."
He turned the long sword over and placed it across Jingdie's throat: "But even if you can see through me, what else can you do? Watch this little girl die? Of course, her death is not good for you. It’s nothing.”
With a snap, Jingdie, who had no resistance at all, suddenly raised his hand and grasped the blade of the long sword. Her hands are beautiful, white and delicate, with long fingers. But the moment she grasped the sword, blood flowed down her white palm.
"I'm teaching you."
His tone suddenly turned cold, and the entire mountain seemed to be instantly covered in ice and snow.
An Zheng: "No one can die except you."
"You... damn!"
He had a gash in his neck, but he could still speak.
With a snap, Jingdie, who had no resistance at all, suddenly raised his hand and grasped the blade of the long sword. Her hands are beautiful, white and delicate, with long fingers. But the moment she grasped the sword, blood flowed down her white palm.
He had a gash in his neck, but he could still speak.
The long sword has penetrated very deeply, but the smile on the face of the monk in white is still: "Are you done? I am almost moved by you. But what's the point of saying this? He will die in your hands after all. From now on. Every night, you close your eyes and dare not sleep, because when you close your eyes, you will think of today, this sword, your hand holding the sword, and the blood flowing from his heart. "
"You... damn!"
He glanced at Jingdie: "After a while, I will also cut this long on your beautiful little neck."
"You... damn!"
The monk in white said: "I saw hatred in your eyes, so you should learn to cut it off. Your master is a monster. Killing this monster means cutting off a piece of the past, and your heart will become stronger. Your There is still desire in the eyes. Are you anxious that there is no progress in your practice? Kill him... kill him and I will take you to practice."
"Is it fun?!"
An Zheng raised the corner of his mouth: "You are still a very high-level one, Qiongqi? If I remember correctly, it should be that name. Under this beautiful skin, you are so ugly that it makes you want to vomit." You painted this skin very carefully.”
The sword continued to move forward, and blood flowed out from the wound.
Jing Die's eyes suddenly flashed red, and then she changed. Her body turned transparent and disappeared in an instant. The next second, the monk in white suddenly froze for a moment, and then his body seemed to be fixed by something, unable to move.
Dajiba suddenly turned around and looked down the mountain, and saw several identical monks in white appearing. Each of them was carrying two of his disciples, and those disciples were covered in blood. They were obviously not dead yet, but everyone looked injured. The monks in white walked up and the disciples groaned all the way.
Jing Die's eyes suddenly flashed red, and then she changed. Her body turned transparent and disappeared in an instant. The next second, the monk in white suddenly froze for a moment, and then his body seemed to be fixed by something, unable to move.
An Zheng didn't take action because he found something strange. This monk looks like a madman, but he is definitely not a madman.
He glanced at Jingdie: "After a while, I will also cut this long on your beautiful little neck."
He suddenly started laughing again, laughing forward and backward, as if he had just told a particularly ridiculous joke, but the people listening to the joke did not laugh, but he himself couldn't bear the laughter. He laughed so much that the newly sutured wound on his neck burst open again, and blood spurted out as if being sprayed from a water gun.
"interesting… "
Then he looked sideways, and a hand appeared on his shoulder, casually pulling him aside. The voice of the Taoist Priest in black appeared behind him, a little lazy and a little angry.
Jing Die's eyes suddenly flashed red, and then she changed. Her body turned transparent and disappeared in an instant. The next second, the monk in white suddenly froze for a moment, and then his body seemed to be fixed by something, unable to move.
He said three words, and then he actually raised his hand and placed the sword across his neck. And the Mirror Butterfly, which had disappeared before, appeared behind him. One hand grabbed the white-robed monk's hand, the other pushed his head forward, and then the hand holding the sword pulled sharply.
Dajiba's body suddenly stiffened, and his expression froze on his face.
An Zheng: "No one can die except you."
"It hurts so much."
He had a gash in his neck, but he could still speak.
Dajiba suddenly turned around and looked down the mountain, and saw several identical monks in white appearing. Each of them was carrying two of his disciples, and those disciples were covered in blood. They were obviously not dead yet, but everyone looked injured. The monks in white walked up and the disciples groaned all the way.
"Hahahahaha... No, no, no, I'm going to die laughing... Cough, cough, cough... Blood spurts, isn't it fun?"
"Hahahahaha..."
"See, hatred can still give you strength."
With a pop, the sword cut open the white-robed monk's neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Because of the pain, Dajiba's face had begun to twist, but he still shouted: "Jingdie! Don't listen to his nonsense, I know you have good intentions in your heart!"
"Let go...let her go!"
The monk in white held the needle in his bloody hand and sewed it up on his neck. Because he couldn't see it, the stitches were messy. The flesh and skin on his neck were pulled and twisted, which looked particularly disgusting. He finally sewed it up, then threw the sewing kit aside and looked down at his hands: "Why don't you do it? What a great opportunity to kill me when I was sewing my neck just now."
Jingdie struggled with all her strength, but the monk in white hugged her from behind, holding her hands tightly and pushing the long sword forward.
"Hahahahaha, I'm laughing so hard."
The body of the monk in white fell down softly, but his expression was unusually calm. He fell to the ground and raised his hands to cover his neck, as if trying to block the gushing blood. But the artery had been cut open and he couldn't block it. However, it seemed that he was not in any pain, just lying there and looking up at Mirror Butterfly.
His tone suddenly turned cold, and the entire mountain seemed to be instantly covered in ice and snow.
"Is it fun?!"
The body of the monk in white fell down softly, but his expression was unusually calm. He fell to the ground and raised his hands to cover his neck, as if trying to block the gushing blood. But the artery had been cut open and he couldn't block it. However, it seemed that he was not in any pain, just lying there and looking up at Mirror Butterfly.
An Zheng didn't take action because he found something strange. This monk looks like a madman, but he is definitely not a madman.
The monk in white held the needle in his bloody hand and sewed it up on his neck. Because he couldn't see it, the stitches were messy. The flesh and skin on his neck were pulled and twisted, which looked particularly disgusting. He finally sewed it up, then threw the sewing kit aside and looked down at his hands: "Why don't you do it? What a great opportunity to kill me when I was sewing my neck just now."
"Is it fun?!"
Jing Die's eyes suddenly flashed red, and then she changed. Her body turned transparent and disappeared in an instant. The next second, the monk in white suddenly froze for a moment, and then his body seemed to be fixed by something, unable to move.
The corner of Dajiba's mouth formed the most charitable smile: "I didn't lie to you with any malicious intent. And forgive yourself, you didn't do anything wrong."
He asked suddenly, then jumped up and danced with laughter. The wound on his neck was still bleeding, but he looked fine. He seemed extremely happy, laughing and coughing. When he coughed, more blood spurted out of his veins, staining his monk's robes and shoes red.
He glanced at Jingdie: "After a while, I will also cut this long on your beautiful little neck."
He had a gash in his neck, but he could still speak.
"Hahahahaha, I'm laughing so hard."
"Is it fun?!"
The monk in white said: "I saw hatred in your eyes, so you should learn to cut it off. Your master is a monster. Killing this monster means cutting off a piece of the past, and your heart will become stronger. Your There is still desire in the eyes. Are you anxious that there is no progress in your practice? Kill him... kill him and I will take you to practice."
The monk in white shook his head: "It seems you really don't understand me. Everyone here will die, but I can't die."
He suddenly stood up straight and pointed behind An Zheng and the others: "Look, that's my conspiracy. I'm a man of my word. Everyone on this mountain will die, but I won't. Die, hahahaha.”
He pulled back his long sword and wiped the blade towards Jingdie's throat: "Look, your role has been fully exerted. If not, how could he leave that broken Taoist temple? There is something in that Taoist temple that makes me Disgusted, very disgusted.”
He had a gash in his neck, but he could still speak.
"I'm teaching you."
"It hurts so much."
The monk in white held the needle in his bloody hand and sewed it up on his neck. Because he couldn't see it, the stitches were messy. The flesh and skin on his neck were pulled and twisted, which looked particularly disgusting. He finally sewed it up, then threw the sewing kit aside and looked down at his hands: "Why don't you do it? What a great opportunity to kill me when I was sewing my neck just now."
He glanced at Jingdie: "After a while, I will also cut this long on your beautiful little neck."
Dajiba suddenly turned around and looked down the mountain, and saw several identical monks in white appearing. Each of them was carrying two of his disciples, and those disciples were covered in blood. They were obviously not dead yet, but everyone looked injured. The monks in white walked up and the disciples groaned all the way.
"It hurts so much."
Dajiba groaned, but became calmer: "Jingdie, you are a good girl. But your heart is blinded by your hatred, so you can't see your future. There is one thing I hope you will Forgive me, in fact, I am not a senior expert, and my own cultivation is mediocre. I brought you here just because you are living too hard and tired, even though I have exhausted my family wealth and wasted my time. It’s on you little guys, but I don’t regret it.”
"It was so funny, it made me laugh to death. How was my acting at that moment? Did you think I was about to die?"
He suddenly stopped laughing and sat there looking at An Zheng and the others: "Do you think it's funny? If you think it's funny too, just smile. If you don't laugh... I'm going to start killing people."
The white-clothed monk standing in front of An Zheng and the others laughed and fell to the ground, slapping the ground with his hands: "It's ridiculous, isn't it... Hahahaha, have you seen the blood flowing from my neck? That's not mine at all, haha. Haha... You idiots, you are fooled by me."
He suddenly started laughing again, laughing forward and backward, as if he had just told a particularly ridiculous joke, but the people listening to the joke did not laugh, but he himself couldn't bear the laughter. He laughed so much that the newly sutured wound on his neck burst open again, and blood spurted out as if being sprayed from a water gun.
Mirror Butterfly Ripper roared at the top of his lungs and collapsed.
He pressed forward and spread his hands: "But I'm not dead, hahahaha... You cut me with a sword on my neck. I'm still bleeding, but I'm not dead, hahahaha..."
The body of the monk in white fell down softly, but his expression was unusually calm. He fell to the ground and raised his hands to cover his neck, as if trying to block the gushing blood. But the artery had been cut open and he couldn't block it. However, it seemed that he was not in any pain, just lying there and looking up at Mirror Butterfly.
Dajiba's body suddenly stiffened, and his expression froze on his face.
"It hurts so much."
He pressed forward and spread his hands: "But I'm not dead, hahahaha... You cut me with a sword on my neck. I'm still bleeding, but I'm not dead, hahahaha..."
He stood up straight suddenly, then actually took out a pack of needlework and started threading it in front of An Zheng and the others, and then started to sew on his neck with some difficulty: "It's so troublesome. You know how long it would be for me to make such a skin bag by myself." Isn’t it easy? It’s so long...”
He pulled back his long sword and wiped the blade towards Jingdie's throat: "Look, your role has been fully exerted. If not, how could he leave that broken Taoist temple? There is something in that Taoist temple that makes me Disgusted, very disgusted.”
"I'm teaching you."
Jingdie cried so hard that her voice became hoarse, and tears flowed down her cheeks. But she could do nothing. She could only watch helplessly as the long sword approached Dajiba little by little, and watched as the tip of the sword pierced into Dajiba's chest with a pop.
He glanced at Jingdie: "After a while, I will also cut this long on your beautiful little neck."
"I'm teaching you."
"Hahahahaha... No, no, no, I'm going to die laughing... Cough, cough, cough... Blood spurts, isn't it fun?"
An Zheng didn't take action because he found something strange. This monk looks like a madman, but he is definitely not a madman.
An Zheng raised the corner of his mouth: "You are still a very high-level one, Qiongqi? If I remember correctly, it should be that name. Under this beautiful skin, you are so ugly that it makes you want to vomit." You painted this skin very carefully.”
He suddenly stopped laughing and sat there looking at An Zheng and the others: "Do you think it's funny? If you think it's funny too, just smile. If you don't laugh... I'm going to start killing people."
"Is it because you are worried that I have other plots?"
"Hahahahaha..."
The long sword has penetrated very deeply, but the smile on the face of the monk in white is still: "Are you done? I am almost moved by you. But what's the point of saying this? He will die in your hands after all. From now on. Every night, you close your eyes and dare not sleep, because when you close your eyes, you will think of today, this sword, your hand holding the sword, and the blood flowing from his heart. "
Jingdie struggled with all her strength, but the monk in white hugged her from behind, holding her hands tightly and pushing the long sword forward.
The long sword penetrated.
He suddenly stopped laughing and sat there looking at An Zheng and the others: "Do you think it's funny? If you think it's funny too, just smile. If you don't laugh... I'm going to start killing people."
"It hurts so much."
The monk in white shook his head: "It seems you really don't understand me. Everyone here will die, but I can't die."
The white-clothed monk standing in front of An Zheng and the others laughed and fell to the ground, slapping the ground with his hands: "It's ridiculous, isn't it... Hahahaha, have you seen the blood flowing from my neck? That's not mine at all, haha. Haha... You idiots, you are fooled by me."
With a pop, the sword cut open the white-robed monk's neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Jingdie struggled with all her strength, but the monk in white hugged her from behind, holding her hands tightly and pushing the long sword forward.
"ah!"
"Hahahahaha..."
Jing Die's eyes suddenly flashed red, and then she changed. Her body turned transparent and disappeared in an instant. The next second, the monk in white suddenly froze for a moment, and then his body seemed to be fixed by something, unable to move.
The monk in white held the needle in his bloody hand and sewed it up on his neck. Because he couldn't see it, the stitches were messy. The flesh and skin on his neck were pulled and twisted, which looked particularly disgusting. He finally sewed it up, then threw the sewing kit aside and looked down at his hands: "Why don't you do it? What a great opportunity to kill me when I was sewing my neck just now."
"interesting… "
He had a gash in his neck, but he could still speak.
The body of the monk in white fell down softly, but his expression was unusually calm. He fell to the ground and raised his hands to cover his neck, as if trying to block the gushing blood. But the artery had been cut open and he couldn't block it. However, it seemed that he was not in any pain, just lying there and looking up at Mirror Butterfly.
The sword continued to move forward, and blood flowed out from the wound.
The white-clothed monk standing in front of An Zheng and the others laughed and fell to the ground, slapping the ground with his hands: "It's ridiculous, isn't it... Hahahaha, have you seen the blood flowing from my neck? That's not mine at all, haha. Haha... You idiots, you are fooled by me."
"It was so funny, it made me laugh to death. How was my acting at that moment? Did you think I was about to die?"
"Is it because you are worried that I have other plots?"
Because of the pain, Dajiba's face had begun to twist, but he still shouted: "Jingdie! Don't listen to his nonsense, I know you have good intentions in your heart!"
The corner of Dajiba's mouth formed the most charitable smile: "I didn't lie to you with any malicious intent. And forgive yourself, you didn't do anything wrong."
Dajiba shouted loudly, making Jingdie look at him: "Remember, no matter whether your achievements are high or low in the future, don't do evil. When you think of doing evil, just think about your hands today. It's stained with my blood. Although I didn't teach you anything, I am your master. Go down the mountain and find the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest will save you!"
The monk in white smiled even brighter: "I have already felt a power awakening in your body, that's it. From now on, you follow me, and I will lead you to kill more and more people. Don't you have some fellow sects at the foot of the mountain? Kill them and your power will be fully awakened."
Jing Die's eyes suddenly flashed red, and then she changed. Her body turned transparent and disappeared in an instant. The next second, the monk in white suddenly froze for a moment, and then his body seemed to be fixed by something, unable to move.
He had a gash in his neck, but he could still speak.
He suddenly started laughing again, laughing forward and backward, as if he had just told a particularly ridiculous joke, but the people listening to the joke did not laugh, but he himself couldn't bear the laughter. He laughed so much that the newly sutured wound on his neck burst open again, and blood spurted out as if being sprayed from a water gun.
Jingdie struggled with all her strength, but the monk in white hugged her from behind, holding her hands tightly and pushing the long sword forward.
The sword continued to move forward, and blood flowed out from the wound.
He stood up straight suddenly, then actually took out a pack of needlework and started threading it in front of An Zheng and the others, and then started to sew on his neck with some difficulty: "It's so troublesome. You know how long it would be for me to make such a skin bag by myself." Isn’t it easy? It’s so long...”
Dajiba suddenly gave up resistance, looked at Jingdie and shouted loudly: "Cheer up! Remember, even if you think about today's events in the future, don't feel pain. Even if you stab with a long sword in your hand, It has nothing to do with you. This may be an experience and a torture for you, but I believe that you will be stronger in the future, and you will. Become a true practitioner.”
An Zheng raised the corner of his mouth: "You are still a very high-level one, Qiongqi? If I remember correctly, it should be that name. Under this beautiful skin, you are so ugly that it makes you want to vomit." You painted this skin very carefully.”
"summon monster."
"summon monster."
puff!
"Hahahahaha..."
The body of the monk in white fell down softly, but his expression was unusually calm. He fell to the ground and raised his hands to cover his neck, as if trying to block the gushing blood. But the artery had been cut open and he couldn't block it. However, it seemed that he was not in any pain, just lying there and looking up at Mirror Butterfly.
"Hahahahaha... No, no, no, I'm going to die laughing... Cough, cough, cough... Blood spurts, isn't it fun?"
"See, hatred can still give you strength."
The expression of the monk in white obviously changed, but he quickly recovered: "I can't believe that it really exists. When the emperor told me before, I didn't believe that there really were people in this world who could see through us, even me. I don’t even believe in the existence of holy fish. This world is really interesting. God always sets up opposites, and then watches the opposites kill each other, and God is still laughing.”
"I'm teaching you."
The sword continued to move forward, and blood flowed out from the wound.
"Hahahahaha, I'm laughing so hard."
He laughed so hard that he was out of breath: "I really have a conspiracy, you... hahahahaha, no one has noticed it."
Because of the pain, Dajiba's face had begun to twist, but he still shouted: "Jingdie! Don't listen to his nonsense, I know you have good intentions in your heart!"
He pressed forward and spread his hands: "But I'm not dead, hahahaha... You cut me with a sword on my neck. I'm still bleeding, but I'm not dead, hahahaha..."
Dajiba roared, his eyes turned red, but his cultivation level was too low and it was impossible to break free. He watched helplessly as the long sword pierced his heart, and watched as Jingdie almost collapsed. The monk in white was obviously too evil and didn't want to kill Dajiba right away, so he pushed the long sword forward very slowly.
The monk in white held the needle in his bloody hand and sewed it up on his neck. Because he couldn't see it, the stitches were messy. The flesh and skin on his neck were pulled and twisted, which looked particularly disgusting. He finally sewed it up, then threw the sewing kit aside and looked down at his hands: "Why don't you do it? What a great opportunity to kill me when I was sewing my neck just now."
He suddenly stood up straight and pointed behind An Zheng and the others: "Look, that's my conspiracy. I'm a man of my word. Everyone on this mountain will die, but I won't. Die, hahahaha.”
The sword continued to move forward, and blood flowed out from the wound.
He stood up straight suddenly, then actually took out a pack of needlework and started threading it in front of An Zheng and the others, and then started to sew on his neck with some difficulty: "It's so troublesome. You know how long it would be for me to make such a skin bag by myself." Isn’t it easy? It’s so long...”
Dajiba's body suddenly stiffened, and his expression froze on his face.
Dajiba suddenly turned around and looked down the mountain, and saw several identical monks in white appearing. Each of them was carrying two of his disciples, and those disciples were covered in blood. They were obviously not dead yet, but everyone looked injured. The monks in white walked up and the disciples groaned all the way.
The long sword penetrated.
"Is it because you are worried that I have other plots?"
Dajiba shouted loudly, making Jingdie look at him: "Remember, no matter whether your achievements are high or low in the future, don't do evil. When you think of doing evil, just think about your hands today. It's stained with my blood. Although I didn't teach you anything, I am your master. Go down the mountain and find the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest will save you!"
The white-clothed monk standing in front of An Zheng and the others laughed and fell to the ground, slapping the ground with his hands: "It's ridiculous, isn't it... Hahahaha, have you seen the blood flowing from my neck? That's not mine at all, haha. Haha... You idiots, you are fooled by me."
"ah!"
The long sword has penetrated very deeply, but the smile on the face of the monk in white is still: "Are you done? I am almost moved by you. But what's the point of saying this? He will die in your hands after all. From now on. Every night, you close your eyes and dare not sleep, because when you close your eyes, you will think of today, this sword, your hand holding the sword, and the blood flowing from his heart. "
"Is it because you are worried that I have other plots?"
Then he looked sideways, and a hand appeared on his shoulder, casually pulling him aside. The voice of the Taoist Priest in black appeared behind him, a little lazy and a little angry.
puff!
He laughed so hard that he was out of breath: "I really have a conspiracy, you... hahahahaha, no one has noticed it."
He sat up straight and pulled the thread around his neck. When he pulled it, blood spurted out. In the distance, a monk in white threw a disciple over to him. The disciple was lying on the ground with a hole in his heart. As soon as he pulled the thread around his neck, the disciple's heart began to bleed.
"Mirror Butterfly!"
The monk in white shook his head: "It seems you really don't understand me. Everyone here will die, but I can't die."
puff!
"summon monster."
"I'm teaching you."
"Look at me!"
The monk in white smiled even brighter: "I have already felt a power awakening in your body, that's it. From now on, you follow me, and I will lead you to kill more and more people. Don't you have some fellow sects at the foot of the mountain? Kill them and your power will be fully awakened."
"Hahahahaha... No, no, no, I'm going to die laughing... Cough, cough, cough... Blood spurts, isn't it fun?"
"Is it because you are worried that I have other plots?"
An Zheng raised the corner of his mouth: "You are still a very high-level one, Qiongqi? If I remember correctly, it should be that name. Under this beautiful skin, you are so ugly that it makes you want to vomit." You painted this skin very carefully.”
"Mirror Butterfly!"
He suddenly started laughing again, laughing forward and backward, as if he had just told a particularly ridiculous joke, but the people listening to the joke did not laugh, but he himself couldn't bear the laughter. He laughed so much that the newly sutured wound on his neck burst open again, and blood spurted out as if being sprayed from a water gun.
He suddenly stopped laughing and sat there looking at An Zheng and the others: "Do you think it's funny? If you think it's funny too, just smile. If you don't laugh... I'm going to start killing people."
Jing Die's eyes suddenly flashed red, and then she changed. Her body turned transparent and disappeared in an instant. The next second, the monk in white suddenly froze for a moment, and then his body seemed to be fixed by something, unable to move.
He stood up straight suddenly, then actually took out a pack of needlework and started threading it in front of An Zheng and the others, and then started to sew on his neck with some difficulty: "It's so troublesome. You know how long it would be for me to make such a skin bag by myself." Isn’t it easy? It’s so long...”
With a snap, Jingdie, who had no resistance at all, suddenly raised his hand and grasped the blade of the long sword. Her hands are beautiful, white and delicate, with long fingers. But the moment she grasped the sword, blood flowed down her white palm.
"forgive me."
Because of the pain, Dajiba's face had begun to twist, but he still shouted: "Jingdie! Don't listen to his nonsense, I know you have good intentions in your heart!"
Dajiba suddenly gave up resistance, looked at Jingdie and shouted loudly: "Cheer up! Remember, even if you think about today's events in the future, don't feel pain. Even if you stab with a long sword in your hand, It has nothing to do with you. This may be an experience and a torture for you, but I believe that you will be stronger in the future, and you will. Become a true practitioner.”
With a pop, the sword cut open the white-robed monk's neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
"forgive me."
His tone suddenly turned cold, and the entire mountain seemed to be instantly covered in ice and snow.
He laughed so hard that he was out of breath: "I really have a conspiracy, you... hahahahaha, no one has noticed it."
He suddenly stood up straight and pointed behind An Zheng and the others: "Look, that's my conspiracy. I'm a man of my word. Everyone on this mountain will die, but I won't. Die, hahahaha.”
"interesting… "
His tone suddenly turned cold, and the entire mountain seemed to be instantly covered in ice and snow.
"forgive me."
An Zheng raised the corner of his mouth: "You are still a very high-level one, Qiongqi? If I remember correctly, it should be that name. Under this beautiful skin, you are so ugly that it makes you want to vomit." You painted this skin very carefully.”
Because of the pain, Dajiba's face had begun to twist, but he still shouted: "Jingdie! Don't listen to his nonsense, I know you have good intentions in your heart!"
He asked suddenly, then jumped up and danced with laughter. The wound on his neck was still bleeding, but he looked fine. He seemed extremely happy, laughing and coughing. When he coughed, more blood spurted out of his veins, staining his monk's robes and shoes red.