At this time, Xiaobai was stepped on by the monk, and I was extremely angry. Although I knew that the monk was very powerful and had become a demon, I might not be his opponent now.
But I can't care about that much anymore. Now I only have one thought in my mind, which is to defeat this bald donkey and suck his blood cleanly.
I raised my hands and rushed toward him.
Although the monk is very powerful, now that I have entered the Ying Gou state, even if he is a god-like existence, I cannot ignore Ying Gou's attack.
The monk recited the Buddha's name, then withdrew the foot that was holding Xiao Bai, frowned slightly, and then turned sideways, trying to avoid the attack.
My palm missed, then I turned around sharply and punched the monk in the head again.
The monk raised his hand, put his palm in front of his face, and blocked my punch.
Then he flipped his wrist, and the huge force made me turn around involuntarily.
At this time, I was filled with anger and wanted to forcefully turn around, but the monk's hand reached out and grabbed my wrist directly from behind.
He hugged me from behind.
Although the current posture is a bit weird, we are working hard now, so no one cares about these things at all.
"rise!"
The monk who hugged me shouted loudly, and then used his hands hard.
The next moment, I felt my feet slowly leaving the ground, and I was actually picked up by him.
I roared angrily, and the two fangs in my mouth became longer.
The drop of soul blood in the depths of my soul kept turning, and the evil spirits kept flowing in my body.
I took a deep breath, stepped on the ground again, used both hands to get rid of the monk's wrist, and then grabbed his shoulder with my backhand.
"Get up!"
I yelled, bent down, and knelt down, and the monk immediately asked me to carry him on his back.
I tried my best to throw the monk on his back.
"Amitabha, the Vajra is immovable."
At this moment, the monk chanted a Buddha's name.
As his voice fell, I suddenly felt that the monk on my back was much heavier than at first.
At this time, I felt like I was carrying a mountain on my back!
I can no longer throw the monk away.
Click!
Before I could take the next step, cracks suddenly appeared on the ground beneath my feet.
We live on the second floor. Now that monk has used his magic power, his body is as heavy as a mountain. This floor can no longer bear the gravity of the two of us, and it collapsed directly.
As the floor collapsed, the monk and I fell directly.
Fortunately, when I came to Dali this time, I asked the old man to book a separate villa, so there were no other guests except us, and there was no one living downstairs. Otherwise, I don’t know how I would have been frightened.
"Holy shit, what's wrong!"
Lao Dao and Duan Muqing, who lived in the next room, heard the noise and ran into the room quickly.
Seeing the messy room and Xiaobai lying on the floor, they knew something was wrong.
"Where's the boss!"
The old Taoist asked while helping Xiaobai up.
Xiaobai pointed to the hole in the ground with a worried look on his face.
Duanmuqing leaned towards the entrance of the cave and glanced down, frowning.
At this moment, the monk and I continued to wrestle, seemingly in a state of anxiety.
But gradually, I realized that I would suffer a lot if I continued like this.
Because the monk is lying on my back now, although he is not doing anything.
But the pure Buddhist aura and powerful magic power in his body are constantly penetrating into my body.
The pure Buddhist breath is the nemesis of all evil spirits in the world. In addition, the monk has now become a demon, and the Buddha's breath and magic are entangled and mixed together, making him even more powerful.
Although the drop of soul blood deep in the soul can provide a seemingly endless stream of evil energy, I know I can't continue like this.
I roared, wildly mobilizing the evil energy in my body, and then used all my strength to grab the monk's shoulders.
This time the monk's mountain-like body was finally lifted up by me.
I grabbed him, used strength in my hands, and threw him forward.
The monk's body brought up a strong wind and was smashed directly against the wall in front of me.
Now I used all my strength, so the monk's body was like a cannonball, smashing directly through the wall and falling into the courtyard.
Looking at the monk's body, before he could stand firmly, I gritted my teeth and waved my hands.
The next moment, ten nails suddenly broke off on the fingers, and then they shot out quickly and stabbed towards the monk.
The monk, who had just found his footing, seemed to have no time to resist.
Puff puff!
There was a sound, and all ten nails that flew out were inserted into the monk's body.
Even though the current monk has become a demon, this body still cannot resist my nails.
The monk staggered a few steps back, and ten nails pierced into his chest, which was shocking.
However, there was no blood flowing out of the wound, but instead a golden mist mixed with a trace of scarlet slowly floated out.
That was the Buddha's breath and demonic energy in the monk's body. It was so powerful that he even suffered a lot of injuries under my fingernails.
It's just that I'm worse off than him.
His internal organs were twisted in waves, and blood was dripping drop by drop on his ten fingers.
Self-cut nails are a trick I only use when dealing with little kids.
Fingers connected to my heart, even I can't bear the pain.
I looked at the monk. He stood quietly, looking down at the nails on his chest.
I took a deep breath and walked into the yard.
Although this monk is powerful, he has just become a demon and his demonic aura is not that strong yet. If I were in the state of the underworld, it should not be difficult to deal with him.
But after wandering around the underworld, the power in my body was consumed tremendously, and now I can no longer reach that peak strength.
The monk raised his head and glanced at me, still with a smile on his face.
Then he took a breath.
As he moved, the nails that had pierced his chest were slowly forced out one by one, and then fell to the ground.
And a ball of black gas also appeared on his chest, covering those horrific wounds.
"Amitabha!"
The monk chanted the Buddha's name again.
As the voice fell, the aura on the monk's body gradually became a little strange.
The next moment, the monk's face actually changed into two states.
Half of them are kind-hearted, with a faint golden light, and a hint of holiness.
The other half of the face became ferocious and twisted, and was covered with a light layer of blood mist, like a demon.
Even the aura on the monk's body became chaotic, with Buddha's power and demonic energy constantly entangled.
The monk has been practicing Buddhism for who knows how many years, and now he has become a demon again.
So now Buddha and demons coexist in the monk's body.
