Jingdie struggled with all her might, but the white-clothed monk hugged her behind her back, grabbed her two hands tightly and pushed the long sword forward. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm teaching you. ”

The white-clothed monk said, "I see hatred in your eyes, so you should learn to cut it." Your master is a monster, and killing this monster is cutting off a piece of the past, and your heart will become stronger. There is still desire in your eyes, is it that you are not making progress in your cultivation and are eager to kill him...... Kill him, and I'll take you to practice. ”

"Let go...... Let her go!"

Da Jiba roared, his eyes were red, but his cultivation realm was too low, and it was impossible to break free. He watched the long sword stab towards his heart, and watched Jingdie's whole person collapse. And the white-clothed monk was obviously too evil to kill Da Jiba right away, so the speed at which the long sword was pushed forward was very slow.

"Mirror Butterfly!"

Da Jiba suddenly gave up resistance, looked at Jingdie and shouted, "Cheer up! You remember, even if you think back to today's events in the future, don't be painful." Even if you stab me in the heart with a sword in your hand, it has nothing to do with you. This may be an experience and a kind of torture for you, but I believe that you will be stronger in the future. You will save your mother, and you will become a true practitioner. ”

"Look at me!"

Da Jiba shouted loudly, making Jingdie look at himself: "You remember, no matter whether your achievements are high or low in the future, don't be evil. When you think of doing evil, think of your hands stained with my blood today. Although I have not taught you anything, I am your master. Go down the mountain and find the Taoist, and the Taoist will save you!"

Jingdie's crying voice was hoarse, and tears flowed down her cheeks. But she couldn't do anything, she could only watch as the long sword approached Da Jiba little by little, and watched as the tip of the long sword stabbed into Da Jiba's chest with a pop.

Da Jiba snorted, but instead became calm: "Jingdie, you are a good girl." But your heart is blinded by your hatred, so you don't see what your future looks like. I hope you forgive me for something, in fact, I am not a senior master, and my own cultivation is also ordinary. I took you out just because you were so hard and tired. Although I have exhausted my family wealth and wasted all my time on you little ones, I have no regrets. ”

"Forgive me. ”

The corners of Da Jiba's mouth outlined the most charitable smile: "I'm not lying to you with malicious intentions. Forgive yourself as well, you didn't do anything wrong. ”

The long sword had already pierced deeply, and the smile on the white-clothed monk's face was still there: "Are you finished? I'm almost touched by you." But what's the point of saying this, he died at your hands after all. Every night after that, you don't dare to sleep when you close your eyes, because when you close your eyes, you will think of today, of this sword, of the hand you hold the sword, and of the blood that flows from his heart. ”

"Ahh

The Mirror Butterfly Ripper's throat roared, crumbling.

"Look, hatred gives you strength. ”

The white-clothed monk smiled even brighter: "I already feel that there is a power awakening in your body, and that's it. In the future, you follow me, and I will take you to kill more and more people. Aren't there still some of your fellow disciples at the foot of the mountain? Kill them, and your power will be completely awakened. ”

The sword continued forward, blood streaming down the wound.

Because of the pain, Da Jiba's face had begun to distort, but he was still shouting: "Jingdie, don't listen to his nonsense, I know you have good thoughts in your heart!"

Burst!

The long sword pierced.

Da Jiba's body stiffened violently, and his expression froze on his face.

Then he looked sideways, and a hand appeared on his shoulder, casually pulling him aside. The voice of the black-clothed Taoist appeared behind him, a little lazy, a little angry.

An Zheng pulled Da Jiba aside and squinted at the white-clothed monk behind Jingdie. The three blue stars in his left eye quickly spun around, and the pupil techniques of Tianmu and Shanye began to exert their power.

"Summoning beasts. ”

The corners of An Zheng's mouth picked up: "It's still a very high-level kind, Qiqi? If I'm not mistaken, it should be this name, you under this beautiful skin, it's so ugly that people want to vomit." You really put a lot of effort into painting this skin. ”

The white-clothed monk's face obviously changed, but he quickly recovered: "I can't imagine it, it really exists." When the emperor told me before, I didn't believe that there were really people in this world who could see through us, and even I didn't believe in the existence of the holy fish. This world is really interesting, the heavens always set up the opposites, and then watch the opposing people kill, the dead blood flows like a river, and the heavens are still laughing there. ”

He turned his sword around and slammed it across Jing Die's throat: "But, even if you can see through me, what else can you do? Watching this little girl die? Of course, her death is nothing to you." ”

An Zheng: "No one can die except you." ”

The white-clothed monk shook his head: "It seems that you really don't know me, everyone here will die, but I can't die." ”

His long sword pulled back, and the blade of the sword smeared against Jing Die's throat: "Look, your role has been fully played, if it weren't for that, how could he have left that broken Dao temple? ”

With a snap, Jing Die, who had no power to resist, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the blade of the long sword. Her hands are beautiful, very white and delicate, and her fingers are very long. But the moment she grabbed the sword, blood flowed down her white palm.

"You...... Damn!"

Mirror Butterfly's eyes suddenly flashed red, and then she changed. Her body turned transparent and disappeared in an instant. In the next second, the white-clothed monk suddenly froze, and then his body seemed to be frozen by something, and he couldn't move.

"Interesting ......"

He said three words, and then he raised his hand and put his sword across his neck. And the mirror butterfly, which disappeared before, appeared behind him. One hand grabbed the hand of the white-clothed monk, the other hand pushed his head forward, and then the hand holding the sword pulled violently.

With a snort, the long sword slashed through the neck of the white-clothed monk, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

The white-clothed monk's body fell limply, but his expression was unusually calm. He fell to the ground, raising his hands around his neck, as if trying to stop the gushing blood. But the artery had been cut, and he couldn't block it. However, he didn't seem to have any pain to speak of, just lying there looking up at the mirror butterfly.

"Is it fun?!"

He asked suddenly, and then jumped to his feet, laughing and dancing. The wound on his neck was still bleeding, but he didn't seem to be okay at all. He seemed to be extremely happy, laughing and coughing, and when he coughed, more blood spurted out of his veins, staining his monk's robes and his shoes red.

"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death. ”

He had a cut in his neck, but he could still speak.

"It's so fun, I'm laughing to death. What was my acting like at that moment? Do you think I'm going to die?"

He leaned forward and spread out his hands: "But I'm not dead, hahahaha...... I was cut by a sword in my neck, and I'm still bleeding, but I'm not dead, hahahaha......"

He stood up straight suddenly, then actually turned out a bag of needles and threads, and began to thread the needles and threads in front of them, and then began to stitch on his neck with some difficulty: "It's so troublesome, do you know how difficult it is for me to get such a skin bag myself......?

He glanced at Jingdie: "In a while, I will also cut such a long length on your beautiful little neck." ”

An Zheng didn't make a move, because he found something weird. The monk looked like a madman, but he couldn't really be a madman.

"It hurts, it hurts. ”

The white-clothed monk's bloody hand pinched the needle and sewed it on his neck, because he couldn't see it, so the sewing was messy, and the flesh and skin on his neck were twisted, which looked particularly disgusting. He finally stitched it up, then threw the sewing kit aside, and looked down at his hand: "Why don't you do it? ”

"Is it because I'm worried that I have some other schemes?"

Suddenly he laughed again, leaning back and forth, as if he had just told a particularly ridiculous joke, but the person who listened to the joke did not laugh, but he himself could not stand the laughter. He laughed so loudly that the wound on his neck that had just been stitched open again, and blood sprayed out as if it had been spurted out by a water gun.

"Hahaha......"

He laughed breathlessly: "I really have a plot to go, you guys...... Hahaha, no one saw it. ”

He suddenly straightened up, then pointed behind them, "Look, that's my scheme." I'm a man of my word, everyone on this mountain will die, but I alone won't die, hahahaha. ”

Da Jiba turned abruptly to look down the mountain, and saw several identical white-clothed monks appear, each of them carrying two of his own disciples in their hands, and those disciples were covered in blood. They were obviously not dead yet, but everyone looked wounded, and the few white-clothed monks walked all the way up, and the disciples moaned all the way.

The white-clothed monk standing in front of An Zheng fell to the ground with a smile and slapped the ground with his hand: "It's ridiculous...... Hahahaha, do you see the blood in my neck? That's not mine at all, hahahaha...... You idiots, I've been tricked around. ”

He sat up straight, pulled the thread around his neck, and as soon as he pulled it, blood spurted out. In the distance, a white-robed monk threw over a disciple, who was lying on the ground with a hole in his heart. As soon as he pulled the thread on his neck, blood began to flow from the disciple's heart.

"Hahaha...... No, no, no, I'm dying of laughter...... cough cough cough cough ...... Blood, isn't it fun?"

He suddenly stopped laughing, and sat there looking at them: "Do you think it's funny? If you think it's funny, then laugh, if you don't laugh...... I'm going to start killing. ”

His tone suddenly turned cold, and the entire mountain seemed to be shrouded in ice and snow in an instant.

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