The devil attacks me every day

He found out?

Meng Qi'an kept clenching his hands behind his back. It's impossible, absolutely impossible. The evil-suppressing rune will only generate spiritual power the moment it's drawn. At this moment, he hasn't painted it with human blood. This demon monk must be trying to trick him... …

"I need too much time, who doesn't want to live a few more years."

He held the jade pendant between two fingers and held it in front of him, shaking it left and right: "A discussion? For example, if I give you the jade pendant, you will let us live?"

"You want to negotiate terms with me." Not a question, but a statement.

Meng Qi'an kicked the stone next to his feet, and lifted a piece of gravel with his toes.The gravel flew into the air, and his left hand grasped it precisely and squeezed it in the palm of his hand.

With the jade pendant in one hand and the gravel in the other, Meng Qi'an pointed at the monk: "Or take a gamble. If you guess correctly in which hand the jade pendant is in, I will offer you the hands you want. If you want to kill or cut it, it is up to you. If you guess wrong How about I still give you the jade pendant in exchange for my and Gu Shan's lives?"

The monk is no longer merciful: "You want to gamble, but I don't need it."

He can kill people and steal goods, there is no need to listen to an ant negotiating terms with him.

"That's really unnecessary." Meng Qi'an shrugged, and put the jade pendant back into his arms: "You've always heard the saying that it's better to have a broken jade pendant than a whole brick, and what you want is just a jade pendant. How much money? You can only get a piece of jade if you push me into a hurry, there is no need!"

Just now he made an excuse to bet that the edge of the stone in his hand was sharp, he pinched it with his fingertips, the sharp sting was followed by a fiery pain.

He quickly drew mysterious runes on the cloth with his scratched fingers, and the bright red blood slowly painted a complete rune, with golden light rising faintly from above.

Runes are not Taoism. Before they are painted, they have no aura and cannot be detected.This kind of rune was initially researched by a person who could not practice Taoism to protect himself. It was drawn with the blood of monsters and beasts that contained spiritual power.

Later, it was improved by Daoxiu Shengzunli [-], and it was changed to use spiritual sand containing spiritual power to draw on special talisman paper, or engrave it on swords and magic tools, and catalyze it with the user's spiritual power, which not only ensures a good power , but also more secure and convenient.

The rune was about to be completed, Gu Shan hid behind Meng Qi'an and didn't dare to say a word, staring at the golden rune behind him with big eyes, only felt a little life back and forth on the death line, wished to cry immediately.

Meng Qi'an stared at the demon monk's unusually beautiful eyes: "Think about my conditions?"

"One knew Jing's name and appearance, and the other hurt me with sky fire. Little guy, how naive are you to think I'll let you go..." The jade-like monk suddenly opened his eyes wide, Angrily shouted: "Suppressing evil runes!"

The evil-suppressing rune hidden behind has been completed, and the irregular piece of cloth is shining with golden light, wandering on the mysterious lines.

Meng Qi'an raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The answer is correct, there is no prize."

Holding the evil-suppressing rune between two fingers, it flew towards the monk standing opposite.

In an instant, countless vines gushed out frantically from the ground, trying to block the flying danger.

Not a single vine could stop the evil-suppressing runes, and they would be wiped out in an instant just by approaching the golden light.

The monk in the white robe finally panicked, and raised his hand to summon more ghost vines, like a group of snakes surging up, a black cloud rushed up and surrounded the place where the monk was.

"It's useless." Meng Qi'an touched his lips with his thumb, and smiled: "It remembers you, you can't avoid it."

The golden light scattered the condensed ghost vines, and burned a hole in the thick vine defense line, and quickly stuck the white robe.

"Ah!!" The white robe immediately burned, and the golden light enveloped the tall figure. He saw him stretching his arms and screaming, as if he had already seen him disappear under the golden light.

"Brother Zhao!" Gu Shan finally seized the opportunity to hold his thighs: "Brother Zhao is arrogant! I just wanted to praise you for pulling my clothes! Whether we can live depends on this wave!"

He hid behind Meng Qi'an and poked his head: "What if he, what if he doesn't die?"

As if to prove that Gu Shan was the blackest crow in the world, the monks in the golden light began to struggle.

The evil-suppressing rune posted on his body was in full bloom, shaking all the vines in front of him and behind him into ashes, and the demon monk who had completely lost the ghost vines regained the appearance of the orchid and jade tree, and his hands gradually folded together in the golden light , closed his eyes, and spoke plausibly.

"Ji Shou took refuge in Emperor Su Xi, and bowed his head and face to Qiguo. I praise Da Zhunti now, and I only hope that mercy will protect..."

It's a curse for purifying the heart!

The chanting sound of the monster monk was getting faster and faster, echoing in the empty barren mountain, against the golden light on the evil-suppressing rune, it didn't look like a monster monk, but more like a real eminent monk.

"Nanwu Sa Duo Nan. San Miao San Boduo. Ju Tui Nan. Nephew him. Om. Breaking down the ruth and mastering the ruthlessness. Qunti Sapoha..."

The golden light gradually dimmed amidst the sound of chanting, the demon monk opened his eyes, and finally took off the burning rune of suppressing evil while shouting!

The hidden vines rushed out of the ground, condensed into several strands and rushed towards the sky for a while, and then spread out to reveal the thin monk hiding in it.

The vines that covered half of his face moved slightly downward, exposing his entire face under the moonlight.

The handsome monk tilted his head and raised the corners of his lips: "It's a pity. You didn't kill me, you are going to die."

The dark clouds overwhelmed the top, the wind and clouds changed color, the moonlight faded, and the world sank into darkness again.

"Ah! He's really not dead!" Tonight, Gu Shan was almost going crazy under the series of shocks that had not settled yet.

Several vines rushed towards the jade pendant in Meng Qi'an's hand with a decisive attitude. He lifted his body and dodged two ghost vines that were as fast as lightning.Immediately the other ones surged up, he couldn't roll over, the jade pendant in his palm was torn by a huge force, and soon he couldn't hold it anymore.

The faint blue flame was instantly ignited the moment the jade pendant was taken away, illuminating the entire barren mountain, just like the flame that burst out when he met Gu Shan before.

The vines were quickly scorched to give off a burnt smell, but the remaining vines were one by one, and they were not afraid of burning out, so they passed the jade pendant to Monk Jing with the determination to die.

"Ugh!" The eerie blue flame instantly engulfed the demon monk, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and terrifying wailing came out from the flame.

"Ahhh!" Gu Shan yelled louder than the demon monk in the flames, jumped up in a hurry, and tugged at Meng Qi'an: "Brother Zhao! Is he really going to die this time!"

He tugged again: "Shall we run? Run now!"

"Don't wait for a while for him to come back to life! How can this be endured!"

The surrounding vines were roasted into ashes, and one by one broke from the air and fell to the ground. The ghost vines that turned into ashes did not dissipate in the sky and the earth, but were swept up by an evil wind and thrown into the burning blue fire.

The demon monk was still howling, but the movement was smaller than before. Gradually, he stopped moving.The shadow in the fire raised his hands, allowing his body to burn in the flames.

Meng Qi'an looked at the soaring flames like countless will-o'-the-wisps gathering together, dyeing the night into a terrifying blue.

"It can't run away." His expression became more serious: "It doesn't die, and the whole Qiongshan Mountain is under its control."

The demon monk standing in the middle of the fire slowly lowered his hands and stepped out of the flames. His naked body was white and strong, and a cloud of black mist gushed out from the ground, covering his whole body.

Bright green vines were reborn from his body one after another, and the compassionate monk was finally fully integrated with the ghost vines, like a person with countless long hands like pythons behind him, in the midst of lightning and thunder Stand in front of the two.

"Let's get to know each other again." He said, "The dharma name is Jing, who died in Qiongshan 30 years ago."