In the fast crossing, she relies on beauty and commits murder

Chapter 471 The Legend of the Charming Demon (68)

Ayou really kept his word, and he really stayed for several days.

One of them is a Buddhist cultivator with a high level of cultivation, and the other is a charmer. It has long passed the time when they must eat three meals a day without interruption.

As long as there is spiritual power and demon power, there is no need to worry about being starved to death.

Ayou was indeed irritated by Chongyuan's previous actions of imprisoning him, and kept teasing him during this time.

Just light the fire and don't put it out, when Chong Yuan's face was blushing and he had nowhere to vent, she watched the fun with great enthusiasm, and even made some spring-like embroidered pictures for him as a commemoration.

Occasionally, he will give some sweetness, but because of the fear of "beauty tricks", Ayou is always vigilant that he will not make it to the end, because he is afraid that he will stumble, and this guy will have an opportunity to take advantage of.

Chong Yuan didn't know if he was pretending or if he really wanted to open it, and he really didn't have the slightest intention to resist.

In Ayou's mind, it was an act of venting his anger, but he seemed to enjoy it.

In other words, as long as she doesn't leave, no matter what he does, he won't feel uncomfortable.

Occasionally he was molested by Ayou, his eyes were red, and he stared at Ayou to adjust his breath, as if he was watching a plate of delicious food.

But Ayou felt that this guy was getting more and more perverted.

He was obviously a highly respected holy monk before, so why does he look like some kind of demon now?
sin sin.

But it is impossible for her to bow down and surrender.

Of these two people, one is willing to fight, and the other is willing to suffer.

When they were trapped here passively or actively, the situation outside had already moved towards the next step.

With Ayou's early warning, a group of Buddhist cultivators from Shingon Temple, with the high cooperation of the emperor, promptly searched out a few human beings infected by demonic energy, or low-level monsters from the capital.

This thing, ordinary people will die if they touch it.

But in front of these successful Buddhist cultivators, it is natural nourishment.As long as it is a monster that is not a climate, it is nothing to be afraid of.

Instead, let the old abbot use his real eyes to follow the clues to find the monster's lair on the outskirts of the capital, and came up with a bargain-hunting operation.

Almost all the human beings there were infected by the demon energy and became low-level monsters who lost their sanity.The only vitality left in the body is also used as nourishment for the monsters, no different from the walking dead.

In the center of the huge pit, there is even more demonic energy surrounding it.

If the ones who came here today were not Buddhist cultivators who specifically restrained them, but ordinary cultivators, I am afraid that if they inhaled one breath, they would be infected with spiritual power and increase the probability of becoming enchanted. Instead, they would give free combat power to the enemy.

Fortunately, the cultivator's world has long been prepared, and this is the action of the old abbot and his party.

Of course, those low-level monsters are not their opponents. Just use a piece of Buddha treasure to complete the purification and let them rest in peace.It's just that the souls of these human beings have been absorbed by the monsters at the moment of transformation. At this time, the bodies rest in peace, and the souls can no longer get the chance of reincarnation.

A group of Buddhist monks sighed and dealt with the low-level monsters outside the circle before facing the real enemy in the middle.

This is no better than those "semi-finished products".

If it wasn't for Ayou's reminder, let them find clues and touch it in advance, and wait for this thing to grow for a long time, maybe it can feed back all the low-level monsters into the strength of a magic general!
Fortunately, they came early, and the number of enemies they faced was not too many, and there was only one who could be called an opponent.

Although the process was a bit laborious, in the end, the huge pit for feeding monsters was completely destroyed, and even the group of monsters in the center was killed.

It's a pity that the monster is quite cunning, and actually left a clone in advance!
What the old abbot and the others destroyed was not its body at all.

Of course, if the clone in the old lair is wiped out, the damage to its body is also huge.

It's just that if this monster is not eliminated for a day, it will still be a disaster after all.

The old abbot and his party still stayed in the capital, continuing to track down the whereabouts of the monster.

With the aura of the giant pit monster, it will be much easier to track down this time.Although it is still not guaranteed to hit with one hit, it is not difficult to prevent it from continuing to suck life and create low-level monsters.

The emperor, the king of peace, and other princes and grandsons, these beings with the aura of a real dragon, were agreed to be taken care of by the Buddhist cultivators, and they would never be given a chance to take advantage of them.

The dog jumped over the wall in a hurry.

Even rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry, let alone a ferocious monster.

In the absence of "food", several "delicious" in the capital will become more attractive.

After lying dormant for several days, this thing really couldn't bear it, and directly forced its way into the palace, intending to attack the emperor.

I had expected this moment a long time ago, and I was waiting for the Buddhist monks who invited you into the urn to meet him quickly.

The emperor's group watched in horror, until the monks sealed the black lump in a small earthen pot, and then asked tremblingly: "Master, this... this thing may not be very reliable. Is there any evidence in the palace?" There are quite a few containers made of gold and silver, how about another one?"

The pot made of mud looks weak!
That thing looked so ferocious just now, what if the jar shattered after being bumped into it a few more times?

In particular, the pot was shaking a few times from time to time, and it looked like it was about to fall, which was even more worrying.

The old abbot shook his head with a smile, took out a piece of paper and pasted it on the earthen jar, and said, "Don't worry, it's fine. Now that the monster has been dealt with, the poor monk and others will leave."

Strange to say, as soon as the fluffy paper was pasted on, the jar became completely silent, and it was impossible to see what living things were inside.

The emperor hurriedly said: "Master, why are you leaving so soon? After the dinner..."

"No," the old abbot said clearly, "please rest assured, there will be no more danger. However, if the poor monk's apprentice and Ling girl return, I would like to ask you to help the poor monk with a sentence..."

"Of course it's fine!"

The emperor readily agreed.

As long as there is no danger, isn't it just for his own life that he keeps people?
But the old monk just counted on his fingers, swallowed the words that just came to his lips, sighed slowly, and said: "Forget it, it's really come to this point... There is no need to talk, the poor monk will leave now .”

As he spoke, he disappeared into the palace with the jar and a group of Buddhist practitioners before the emperor and others could persuade him to stay.

Sitting in a wheelchair, King Ping watched the group of monks disappear in an instant, feeling lost in his heart.

The old man's words... Miss Ling will not come back again, so why don't you need your father to take the word?

He stared blankly at the sky, not knowing whether he should be thankful for surviving, or sad that he would never see that person again.

That monk in white is probably by her side now, right?

King Ping sighed leisurely, then turned to talk to other brothers.

When the old abbot and his disciples arrived in the suburbs, they suddenly handed the pot in their hands to the oldest one among them: "You take this thing back to the temple now, and give it to the elders to purify. The poor monk has something to do, so he will return soon." .”

Thinking of Chong Yuan who had not returned yet, the others realized something, nodded, took the jar and left quickly.

In a flash, the old abbot appeared in a courtyard in the capital.

　PS: If there are no accidents, probably either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, this article will be over\(≧▽≦)/
　　
　
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