Chapter 45 Chapter Forty-Seven: A Hateful Person Must Have His Pity

A total of eight ghost monkeys with long noses rushed forward ferociously, biting and scratching, but within a few seconds of slow walking, Huiming easily wiped out these guys, and the corpses disappeared, turning into sand The black air flow came to the grass, silently.I was running over to help Yin Yue up, and I was dumbfounded. I didn't expect those ghost monkeys who caused us trouble to death just now, to be dealt with so easily.This is simply a university professor doing a high school math problem, so fast that we guys who have exhausted our brains feel ashamed. After Huiming cleaned up these annoying little people, the string of Buddhist beads turned into a whip, left three times and right four times, waving a yellow Buddha light like an eminent monk beside him, with a solemn appearance and burning hair Bright.The sticky black mist emanating from the body of the white paper fan shrank back one after another, not daring to wrap around it.Huiming smiled coldly towards the white paper fan, as if he still hated iron but not steel: "You have learned these things in the past ten years? Using ghost resentment to improve cultivation is why it is called It is a cult, heresy, one is cruel and inhumane, and the other is that it will distort people's psychology and body, within ten years, you will die, why bother?"

Hearing this, the white paper fan lifted off the robe on his body, revealing his upper body in a short shirt. A scene that frightened me appeared.This man with a clean and tidy appearance, most of the body under his robe has begun to rot, and there are countless flies and maggots biting inside, black and yellow pus dripping from the rotten flesh, and the stinky smell is wafting around. He tore off his robe, then threw it into the pool behind him, stretched his body beautifully, with a very strange look on his face: "Master, you may be right, when you cultivate this ghost power, there will always be Some side effects. But you have missed one thing, that is the way to extend life. With this method, I can even live another fifty or one hundred years, and I have enough confidence to surpass yours Power. Come on, it’s useless to talk too much, you’ll know when you fight!”

As soon as the white paper fan made a wrong step, the person appeared on Huiming's left like a phantom. With a turn of the wrist, the folding fan, which was stained with a lot of my blood, sliced ​​towards Huiming's neck; at the same time, the white paper fan Countless evil ghosts and undead around Shan also rushed towards Huiming following his actions, not caring about the gentle Buddha light at all. The white paper fan is formidable, but Huiming, who runs across the southwest, is not a person with a false reputation.This tall and mighty old man has a strong personality. Seeing the disciple who had betrayed the door show his killing move, he laughed loudly, and shouted "It's just in time", and quickly formed a immovable king seal with his hands, his body was stable, and then he The right hand wrapped with Buddhist beads punched hard at the bone of the stainless steel folding fan.

When the two collided, it was the method of the white paper fan that was naturally suppressed by Huiming. Under the premise of equal strength, he was forced to take three steps backwards, his heels were unstable, and he almost fell into the deep water and black pool go. He glanced back at the bubbling pool water, feeling a sense of coolness in his heart, but before he had any reaction, Huiming rushed forward without hesitation.The white paper fan moved a few steps to the side, and patted aside the fat white maggots climbing up his neck, then took out a bottle from his arms, unscrewed the cork, and poured it down his throat .

At this moment, Huiming rushed to his side, and made a big diamond wheel seal with his hands, which was extremely subtle, and his chest was pressed against 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 ear-piercing sound of bones breaking came from the field, my eyelids couldn't help but twitch—Huiming's fighting style is basically the same as mine. The nine-character mysteries are integrated into the body and spirit, the magnetic field resonates, the will is superimposed, and then you reach the realm of being a Buddha. When fighting, you are like a Buddhist arhat, which is extraordinary.

I think Huiming's flowing style of play should have entered the realm of the Miaojue stage in the Huayan School.He is like an Arhat subduing dragons and subduing tigers, he is a world, and he is not afraid of any evil spirits and heretics at all.Seeing his power, I felt envious, and I didn't know how he practiced his so-called Joy Zen. However, as a white paper fan of the Ghost Face Robe Brotherhood, it is not something that some miscellaneous fish can compare to.His chest bones were shattered by the shock, but he didn't cry out. Instead, he went up to him, and a pair of clean and white hands climbed onto Huiming's neck. His nails suddenly grew and were about to hit the old monk's artery. Pinched off the large blood vessels.

I squinted my eyes and looked anxiously. This white paper fan looked more like a zombie than a person. If Huiming's main artery was pinched, I probably wouldn't be able to escape.However, the shock mirror in my arms is still recovering, no matter how I push it, there is no sign of it; I want to step forward to help, but I find that this level of struggle, I am as fragile as a raw egg with scars all over my body, and I can't protect myself. Although I don't like Huiming, but when I see him working hard here, I don't want to get away.I began to meditate on the name of Golden Silkworm Gu in my heart, and let this guy who tried to rape come over quickly, so that I can 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 to hurt both sides, he shouted "crack", the muscles all over his body turned livid, and his qi and blood stagnated like an iron plate.The sharp nails of the white paper fan, not only couldn't penetrate half a point, but a stimulating electric current rushed towards his rotten body, making his whole body tremble violently, and his heart and soul lost control.

The white paper fan didn't hesitate to laugh, and laughed wantonly: "You old dog, decades have passed, and you have used these tricks. Do you really think you are going to become a Buddha?" His lips were pale and trembling constantly, and his complexion became darker and darker, as if he had been wiped with ashes from a pot.Huiming didn't say a word, his hands were knotted and he wanted to hit the collapsed chest, but he found that he couldn't move forward at all, he was tightly entangled by the white paper fan, this pair of old master and apprentice, just like Good friends who are lingering and sad, hug each other tightly, move around, but can't attack each other.

When the two of them hug each other tightly, they also have special martial arts routines, such as judo, or small grappling hands, and others, all of which are good ways for the murderous confrontation between those two.The two masters and apprentices are in the same line, and they both follow the path of both civil and military cultivation. They can use both martial arts and martial arts, so they have a general understanding of each other's methods.For a while, the two of them fell down while fighting, and rolled on the grass in front of the pool. It doesn't matter if you roll, the white paper fan Luo Qingyu's physique is different from ordinary people, except for the face above the neck, every part of his body is rotten, there are white fat maggots, black corpse flies and green big-headed flies attached to it, like raising Gu clay pots.He was used to it, and didn't feel uncomfortable, but Huiming was a completely normal person, and he hadn't cultivated the real body of an arhat, not to mention the delicate skin and tender flesh, even a bite from the corpse weeter would hurt.

The current situation is not just a corpse caterpillar, thirty or fifty insects have already crawled from the white paper fan to Huiming's body, and several green-haired flies have already flew to his nostrils, and they are struggling to crawl inside. While rolling the grass with the master, the white paper fan shouted happily: "Haha...ha, my mentor, do you know what crimes you have caused your apprentice to suffer because of your secrets? The suffering I have suffered all these years, let you You don't mind if the old man takes it for a while, right?" Huiming got angry and roared loudly, you bastard, when I picked you up, I should have thrown you into the latrine, drowned, so as not to harm the world here! The white paper fan continued to tease Huiming, saying: "Master, do you know that I want to be strong not only because of my desire, but also because I want to escape. Do you know that when I was fourteen years old, I was Your ugly daughter... I have worked so hard and tried my best for so many years, just to let my secretive master, mean and unkind teacher, and my disgusting senior sister ruin your family. , became the laughing stock of the world. It's a pity, that bitch died before I could take revenge, I hate..." Hearing the white paper fan's confession, Huiming's whole body trembled, his eyes lit up, and there was an incomparable anger in his heart. He propped his hands on the ground, the anger rushed to the top, his hair stood on end, and the lingering black air around them, A shake.He saw me dragging Yin Yue to the distance, and he couldn't help roaring angrily, "Lu Zuo, don't hurry up and help me, be careful, I'll punish you for a lifeless crime... His voice was so loud that it could be heard half a mile away.I couldn't help but sighed, and put the unconscious Yin Yue on the ground, then picked up a stone from the mouth of the bowl, and rushed towards the two who were rolling on the ground. Seeing me hesitate for a while, I finally rushed forward, white veins appeared on the forehead of the white paper fan, glaring angrily, and said, you are courting death! As soon as the words fell, the deep pool that had been tumbling behind them suddenly fluctuated, and the bronze coffin I saw before was suddenly lifted by the accumulation of countless flesh and blood corpses, slowly floated to the surface of the pool, and began to rise upwards .The four long black iron chains were gradually tightened, and there were countless golden lights floating in the section buried deep in the pool wall. As the bronze coffin was lifted up by the flesh of those pseudo-bronze armored corpses, the black iron chains were stretched to the limit. Suddenly, with a click, the chain on the left was finally broken.