Chapter forty-seven hateful people must have their pitiful
The first batch, the second batch, the third batch...
A total of eight ghostly monkeys with long noses rushed forward fiercely, biting and scratching. However, in just a few seconds of slow walking, Huiming easily eliminated these guys. The corpses were gone and turned into sand.
The black air flowed onto the grass silently. I was running over to help Yin Yue up and was dumbfounded. I didn't expect that those ghost monkeys that had caused us so much trouble just now could be taken care of so easily.
This is simply like a university professor doing high school math problems, so deftly that we guys who are struggling with our brains are put to shame.
After Huiming cleaned up these annoying little minions, the string of Buddhist beads turned into a whip, three times to the left and four times to the right, waving it around him except for a yellow Buddha light like a eminent monk. The treasure was solemn and his hair was flowing.
Bright, the sticky black mist emanating from around the white paper fan shrank back one after another, not daring to wrap around it. Huiming smiled coldly at the white paper fan, and seemed to have a hint of hating iron for not being able to become steel: "
Have you learned these things in the past ten years? The reason why you use the grievances of ghosts to improve your cultivation is called a cult and heresy. One is that it is cruel and inhumane, and the other is that it will kill people.
Your mind and body are so distorted that you will definitely die within ten years, so why bother?"
Hearing this, the white paper fan lifted up his robe, revealing his upper body wearing a short shirt.
A scene that frightened me happened. This man, who looked clean and tidy, saw that most of his body under his robe had begun to rot. There were countless flies and mosquitoes biting inside, and the rotten flesh was bleeding with black and yellow pus.
The bad smell is floating everywhere.
He tore off the robe and threw it into the pool at the back. He stretched his body beautifully, with a very strange look on his face: "Master, you may be right. If you cultivate the power of ghost resentment, you will always get rid of it."
There are some side effects, but you have missed one thing, which is the way to extend your life. With this method, I can even live for another fifty or one hundred years, and I have enough confidence to surpass you.
The power. Come on, talking is useless, just have a fight and you will know!"
With one wrong step of the white paper fan, the person appeared on Huiming's left side like a phantom. With a turn of his wrist, the folding fan stained with a lot of my blood was sliced towards Huiming's neck; at the same time, the white paper fan appeared on Huiming's left.
Countless evil ghosts and undead souls around Shan Shan also followed his actions and rushed towards Huiming, not caring about the slowly shining Buddha's light.
The white paper fan is very powerful, but Huiming, who travels across the southwest, is not a person who lives up to his reputation. This tall and powerful old man has a strong personality. When he saw the disciple who betrayed the door showed his killing move, he laughed loudly and yelled just in time.
He quickly formed the Immovable King Seal with both hands to stabilize his body, and then punched the frame of the stainless steel folding fan with his right hand wrapped with Buddhist beads.
The two collided. After all, the method of white paper fan was naturally suppressed by Huiming. Under the premise of equal strength, he was forced to take three steps back. His heels were unstable and he almost fell into the deep black pool.
go.
He glanced back at the gurgling pool of water, and a chill came over his heart. Before he could react, Huiming reluctantly rushed forward. The white paper fan moved a few steps to the side and held it.
Several fat white maggots that climbed up his neck were patted aside, then he took out a bottle from his arms, unscrewed the cork, raised his head and poured it into his throat.
At this moment, Huiming rushed to his side, formed the Great Vajra Wheel Seal with both hands, and was extremely subtle, making the seal on his chest towards the white paper fan.
boom--
Huiming, who showed no mercy at all, stamped his palm on the white paper fan's chest, causing half of his chest to collapse. When the harsh sound of bone breaking came from the field, my eyelids couldn't help but beat - Huiming's battle
The method is basically the same as mine. Through the blessing of the mantra of the "Nine Meetings Mandala", the nine-character secret is integrated into the body and spirit, the magnetic field resonates, the will is superimposed, and then we reach the state of being a Buddha and fight.
At that time, he was like an Arhat before the Buddha, extremely powerful.
I think Huiming's fluent and smooth style of play must have entered the realm of the wonderful enlightenment stage in Huayan Sect. It is so terrifying.
He is like an Arhat who subdues the dragon and subdues the tiger. He is his own world and is not afraid of any evil spirits or heretics.
Seeing his skill, I felt envious. I didn't know how he practiced his so-called joyful meditation. However, as a ghost-faced robe brother, the white paper fan is not something that some other fish can compare to. His ribcage bones
He was shattered by the shock, but he didn't scream. Instead, he stepped forward. A pair of clean and white hands climbed up to Huiming's neck. His nails suddenly grew longer, and he was about to pinch the old monk's arteries and blood vessels.
go.
I squinted my eyes and looked anxiously. This white paper fan looked more like a zombie than a human being. If Huiming's aorta was pinched, I probably wouldn't be able to escape. However, the vibrator in my arms was still recovering, no matter what I did.
No matter how hard I tried, there was no sign. I stepped forward to help, but found that in this level of fighting, I was as fragile as a raw egg with scars all over my body. There was no guarantee that I would be affected and innocent people would be hurt.
Although I don't like Huiming, seeing him working hard here, I couldn't escape, so I began to recite the name of Golden Silkworm Gu silently in my heart, and asked this guy who tried to commit suicide to come over quickly so that I could find a chance to help.
However, since Huiming ordered others to leave, firstly, he did not want others to know too many secrets, and secondly, he had enough confidence. Seeing that the white paper fan was relying on his body like a rotting corpse, and wanted to hurt both himself and himself, he shouted "Crack" in his mouth.
The muscles all over his body suddenly became livid, and his energy and blood stagnated, like an iron plate. Not only could the sharp nails of the white paper fan not penetrate half an inch, but a stimulating electric current rushed towards his putrid body, making his whole body tremble.
Crazy shaking, heart and soul lost.
The white paper fan smiled without hesitation, laughing wildly and wildly: "You old dog, after decades, you have been doing these tricks, do you really think you are going to become a Buddha?"
His lips were pale and trembling constantly, and his face was getting darker and darker, like smoke from a pot. Huiming hit the target without saying a word. He made seals with his hands and wanted to hit the collapsed chest again, but he found that
He couldn't take a step forward at all. He was tightly entangled by the white paper fan. The old master and apprentice were like good friends, hugging each other tightly and moving around, but they couldn't attack each other.
When these two people hug each other, they also have special martial arts routines, such as judo, or small grappling, and others, which are all good ways to exchange murderous intentions within a small space. The two masters and apprentices are in the same line, and they follow the same path.
The path of both civil and military cultivation means that they can both use martial arts and practice martial arts, so they have a general understanding of each other's methods. So for a while, the two of them were fighting, lying down, and rolling on the grass in front of the pond.
It doesn't matter if he rolls around, the white paper fan Luo Qingyu's physique is different from ordinary people. Except for his face above the neck, everything is rotten. There are white fat maggots, black corpse crickets and green big-headed flies clinging to it, just like cultivating poisonous insects.
The clay pot. He was used to it and didn't feel uncomfortable. However, his master Huiming was a completely normal person, and he had not trained the Arhat's true body, not to mention the fine skin and tender flesh, the corpse frog.
Even if you take a bite, it will hurt.
The current situation is not just a corpse cricket. The thirty or fifty insects have already crawled from the white paper fan to Huiming's body. Several green-haired flies have already flown to his nostrils and struggled to crawl inside.
While rolling on the grass with the master, the white paper fan shouted happily: "Haha...ha, my mentor, do you know what sins you have made your disciple suffer by hiding your secrets? The suffering I have suffered over the years has made you
You probably won’t mind if the old man enjoys it for a while, right?”
Huiming was furious and roared loudly: "You beast, when I picked you up, I should have thrown you into the pit and drowned, so as not to harm the world here!"
The white paper fan continued to tease Huiming, saying, mentor, do you know, I want to be strong not only because of my desire, but also because I want to escape. Do you know, when I was fourteen years old, you were the one who
Ugly daughter...I have worked so hard and endured so many years of hard work just to bring your whole family into disrepute.
, it’s a pity that I became the laughing stock of the world. That bitch died before I could take revenge. I hate it...
Hearing the white paper fan's confession, Huiming was shocked, his eyes lit up, filled with incomparable anger. He put his hands on the ground, his anger surged to the top, his hair floated up, and the lingering black air wrapped around them.
, shaking. He saw me dragging Yi Yue back far away, and couldn't help but roar angrily: "Lu Zuo, if you don't hurry up and help me, I'll punish you for not saving my life..."
His voice was loud and could be heard for half a mile. I couldn't help but sigh and put the unconscious Yin Yue to the ground. Then I picked up a stone from the mouth of the bowl and rushed towards the two people rolling on the ground.
Seeing that I hesitated for a while, I finally rushed forward. The blue veins appeared on the white paper fan's forehead, and he glared angrily, saying that you are looking for death!
As soon as they finished speaking, the deep pool that had been rolling behind them suddenly fluctuated. The bronze coffin I had seen before suddenly floated to the surface of the pool slowly, supported by countless piles of flesh and bones, and began to move upward.
Lifting it up, the four long black iron chains were gradually tightened, and the section buried deep in the pool wall was filled with countless golden lights.
As the bronze coffin bottle was lifted up by the fleshy pieces of the pseudo-bronze-armored corpses, the black iron chains were stretched to the limit.
Suddenly, there was a click, and the chain on the left was finally disconnected.