Chapter 799: The Demon King's Blackening is 62

At this time, Ding Ling Ding Ling's voice came from behind Su Yan.

Bang

"Amitabha"

It rang behind her.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw a monk.

Holding a bronze bowl in his hand, wearing a robe, barefoot, and holding a Zen staff in the other hand.

With his eyes closed, there was an indissoluble sadness between his eyebrows.

A monk is worried, which means that something big has happened.

Su Yan looked at him and only felt familiar.

Until the monk spoke

"Donor, we're meeting again."

Familiar voices, and the impression that she had only seen a monk before.

And so it gradually became clear.

When they were on their way to the snake village, they also met a monk.

Look at the dress, as well as the looks, it's a person.

The two looked at each other.

The sadness on the monk's face slowly dissipated for some reason.

"Hello Outsider Donor."

Su Yan was a little surprised when he heard him say that he was an outsider.

"Why do you say I'm an outsider?"

The monk shook his head and did not answer.

Just saying

"Outsider donor, but here to decipher the end of the world?"

Su Yan listened and was surprised

"You know the world is going to end?"

The monk nodded and shook his head

"Whether the world will perish or not, it is all the demon king."

The monk paused and said

"Originally, this was an unbreakable situation, and the world would definitely be destroyed in his hands.

Now, with one more outsider in the bureau, everything is uncertain. โ€

"Tell me about it."

"The Demon King is the order of the emperor's evil star, a father and mother, a wife and a child, ruthless and loveless.

The poor monk thought that such a person would not have any feelings for anyone.

Until that day, the poor monk saw him carrying you forward in the desert.

The pattern of evil qi between the eyebrows seems to have been solved.

The poor monk was amazed. โ€

The monk paused and said

Later, the poor monk devoted himself to cultivation, and now he went out of the customs again and found that this game was life or death, but he was no longer a demon king.

Rather, a comet that never appeared.

So, the poor monk thought of you.

If the poor monk is not wrong, you are the final point of life and death in this game.

Whether this game is dead or alive is all in your thoughts. โ€

"You mean you want me to kill him?"

The monk shook his head

"All the secrets to solving the situation are already in the girl's heart, why do you need to ask the poor monk again?"

Su Yan

โ€œยทยทยทยทยท Is it that you don't know what to do anymore? โ€

The monk was stunned for a moment, laughed but did not speak.

Just as the two were talking, a strong momentum suddenly appeared from behind Su Yan.

Su Yan turned around.

He crashed into the arms of the man who suddenly appeared.

A familiar breath came.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the flowers.

His face is not very good-looking.

Even if I am smiling at this moment, I always feel gloomy.

The flower leaned around her, very hard.

"Why does the benefactor always like to slip away alone? Don't like to stay with me so much? โ€

Her waist was hugged too hard by him, and it hurt so badly.

She looked at him

"I'm looking for you, you're not here."

The flowers are faint and quiet

"That's why the benefactor came here alone?

Do you think I'm going to be here? โ€

His tone was yin and yang, as if he was so angry that he deliberately picked on thorns.

Su Yan blinked, was quiet for a while, and said

"You really want to attack the Qingshan faction?"

Hua leaned over and bowed her head and kissed Su Yan's lips

"The benefactor said that the Qingshan faction is very important, right?"

Su Yan nodded

"Yes, it's important."