The old monster loves the poor monk

The young man's subordinates knelt in a row, and Chaos sat lazily sweeping over them with squinted eyes: "One by one, what is the reason for offending King Ming?"

The last man in black kneeling below looked up at Chaos. Chaos was focusing on his own Kodan. He didn't expect that it was Chaos who came to interrogate them in person. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. A few percent chance of surviving.

Chaos stretched out his fingers to the man in black who was peeping at her. The man in black fell headfirst to the ground, a wisp of thick and mellow energy was forcibly drawn out from the top of his head, and Chaos breathed it into his body. Two people: "You say."

The second person's body trembled: "Subordinates are all subject to endless ruins..." The words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't finish speaking, and he also fell to the ground, his energy was forcibly drawn out and slowly drifted towards chaos.

The third person gritted his teeth and kept trembling: "This subordinate doesn't want to..." His mouth was open, and the words were still in his throat before he fell to the ground.

The fourth person swallowed his saliva in a panic, thinking about what to say that Chaos would like to hear. He lost his luster and fell to the ground before he had a chance to turn his eyes a second time.

This is the evil beast chaos, this evil word is not in vain.

By the eighth time, the face of the eighth person was ashen, and he only said one sentence: "Because I want to live."

Chaos looked at him, and pointed to the next person. The ninth person imitated the words of the eighth person and raised his voice excitedly: "Because I want to live."

Chaos shook his head regretfully: "It's too noisy."

The ninth fell.

Then the tenth, No.11, No.12.

When he arrived at Huazi, he was silent for a while and raised his eyes to Chaos: "I don't believe that King Ming can defeat God, even if you are defeated, what is King Ming compared to God?"

Chaos suddenly clenched his five fingers, the murderous look on his face darkened and rose again, and finally he showed a wicked smile: "Sometimes the truth is always ugly."

She got up and left, thirteen of whom she pardoned for their sins.

Huazi never expected that he would survive under Chaos' hands, Qingyu knelt beside Chaos, and stood up like the rest of his life after Chaos left, and walked towards Huazi, his eyes full of panic that had not subsided.

But Kongming and Qiyu, who had left everything to Chaos, had already returned to their residence, Yu Ling was still sitting motionless in the living room, Qiyu didn't look at Yu Ling in embarrassment.

In the past, a ray of his spiritual consciousness was stored in this body, and now Kong Ming has seen through all of this. Leaving this evidence of what he committed made him a little guilty. Seeing that Kong Ming didn't respond, he pretended nothing happened Erased the shell.

With Kong Ming's hot body pressed against his back, he really came to his mind. When he saw Ding Zhan being carried into the room by his cheap brother who picked him up, he sighed calmly beside him: "Ding Zhan Zhan is going to be unlucky. '

When Kong Ming said that he was going to be in bad luck, he didn't think of that part for a while, but later he realized that Kong Ming was still thinking about that matter.

It's really bad luck, he has seen it in his previous life, it's really not small.

Speaking of which, he didn't feel any fear at all, but thinking of the two of them getting so close was also hot in his heart.

Kong Ming's voice is the tone that King Ming has been accustomed to for many years, but he always likes to use that tone to ask him whether it is deep or not, and whether it hurts.

Qiyu felt that Kong Ming did it on purpose, could it be that he could still scream out when he was in pain?

But he didn't say anything convincing, and Kong Ming just whispered softly and went deeper and deeper.

Almost to an incredible degree.

Qiyu could only inhale shallowly to balance this out-of-control feeling.

He was really out of luck. The upper body of this man was a purple monk who was ascetic and ascetic, and the lower body was a emptiness full of obscene desires.

He had imagined what it would be like if he and Kong Ming were really together. He imagined it too peacefully, and he didn't take the word lust-lust too seriously. He never thought that he would be brought here. kind of degree.

On the second day, Qiyu was awakened by the itching feeling of Kong Ming kissing the back of his neck. He was firmly wrapped in Kong Ming's arms. Only then did he realize that the little monk was already King Ming and the new God.

Kong Ming smiled, opened his mouth and bit the back of Qiyu's neck lightly in retaliation, Qiyu was held in his arms for a long time, and he lifted the quilt and got out of bed not wanting to have sex with him in the daytime.

Kong Ming lay on the pile of quilts and looked at him: "You don't need to wear it, it's troublesome to take it off."

Qiyu gave him a sideways glance, but he really dared to speak frankly.

It is also as fierce as a tiger and dares to do it.

"Wu Duyin is going to repair the array, why don't you go see it?"

"As long as it's not Tianchen who comes down, it's just a word of killing." Kong Ming said this sentence with the attitude of stating the established facts.

It is indeed a fact, the grievances are deep, as long as it is not Tianchen, no matter whether it is Lingqing or Taixuan, they must be killed.

Especially Lingqing, if she does not re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, it will be difficult to appease the grievances of the monsters.

"This is a tough battle." Kong Ming's eyes seemed to drift to the past that had disappeared, and then turned back to reality: "So I need to trouble you to feed me first."

Qiyu mocked him lightly: "Only those who have exhausted their energy will never be able to eat enough."

Kongming put his arms around Qiyu's waist, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Do you think I'm exhausted? When was I exhausted last night? Was it not deep enough or not strong enough? You point it out and I'll fix it."

Qiyu supported his forehead, his heart was already in a mess: "Okay, I know that your strength will become stronger the more you use it."

"Others may not be certain, but the strength used on you is indeed like this."

Qiyu's skin is really not thin, but his ears felt hot when he said it.

"It's only counting if you're full." Kong Ming pushed Qiyu back into the bed.

Qiyu stroked the loose strands of hair on his face, feeling helpless: "That's all, it's just lighter."

"You looked very fond of the expression last night, why are you saying something against your will now?"

The two of them could talk for several days in such small whispers, how could Qiyu argue with him sentence by sentence, what kind of expression he likes and what expression he doesn't like, facing him, there is no way he doesn't like it.

Kong Ming indulges in it wholeheartedly, he has done everything he should have done step by step, and now there is only one thing left to wait for the result.

Sitting on the high platform of Zhengling, Wu Duyin thought of the purple-robed monk who had the same face as Kong Ming. She knew that Kong Ming's intentions must have something to do with those monsters, but she couldn't detect the key points of these connections. He chooses to be Kong Ming's enemy, but he is not qualified to stand against him at all.

She couldn't grasp the place where she could lay out a counterattack, especially now that the tranquility made her extremely frightened. She wanted to build a formation, but the group of monsters didn't respond at all.

She met Taixuan once in the ghost town, and when she saw Taixuan's statue, she naturally guessed that this stone formation had something to do with Shinto.

She knew that they were awake, watching her every move in a certain corner, but no one came to stop her.

What are those monsters going to do?

But he was full of doubts in his heart, but he still insisted on carrying this matter forward. Humanity is still very weak, and only God can fight against demons.

She has to get this done quickly.

Zhongli Guihai won't be able to listen to him for a few days, and Zhongli Zangde is not someone who can be locked up. The old and immortal people in the righteous spirit are still waiting and watching. If they can't finish this matter before all these counterattacks, the world will be over. .

Recently, during the autumn rain and the cold, Shen Yining took a coat and put it on her: "Think clearly when facing the cold wind?"

Wu Duyin frowned irritably: "I can't think of a clue."

"The stone formation can be repaired tonight, you don't need to think so much."

"Really?" Wu Duyin could only look into the distance worriedly.

It was night, when the stars and the moon were in the sky, the Milky Way shone brightly in the distance, and the hazy moonlight shone on Zhengling Mountain. Wu Duyin's face turned pale, and her lips were even paler without a trace of blood. She raised her head and poured the collected blood into the center of the stone formation, secretly The red liquid flows in the complicated symbols of the stone formation.

These bloods are the blood of those who bear the destiny, Lin Caijun, Feiran, Ye Yuan, Zheng Baoguo, Zhongli Guihai, Lin Zhi, and herself.

Blood soaked into the gaps in the stone formation, and the three incomplete statues looked at the center of the stone formation silently.

Using the blood as a trigger to activate the formation, but in a short while, the gust of wind blew so hard that the window lattice creaked.

Wu Duyin raised her head and looked at the sky outside the window, the infinite unease in the pitch-black sky conveyed to her body, there seemed to be something extremely frightening behind the pitch-black void, she suddenly shivered.

Everyone present had the same feeling, a sense of cowardly fear, the fear and uneasiness like a thorn in the back,

The wind was still blowing, and the black clouds in the sky suddenly lit up little by little, gradually turning into dark gray, dark purple, and gradually turning into light gray layer by layer. The faint milky white light shone down, and the sky was bleak and hazy. Like the dim light in the morning before the first rays of the sun go down.

Standing in front of the window, Wu Duyin unconsciously grasped the window lattice with five fingers.

The monsters were also looking up at the sky, and they had a banquet on the ruins of the Linglong Tower, with fine wine and glass cups, but none of the spirits noticed that they were here.

All the demon kings and Jade Qilin are in the upper seat, and all the old demons are in the lower seat. They look at the sky and almost look through the autumn water, waiting to see which fairy came to gather for the beginning.

Therefore, the old and deep hatred are all one.

On the other hand, Jiu Ji drank several glasses of wine calmly, and Chaos also drank some with a smile, while Ding Zhan waited silently.

Kong Ming sat without saying a word, his dark purple eyes did not have any waves.

When a ray of light suddenly appeared in the sky, Chaos suddenly stood up and squinted at the ray of light.

All the people in the righteous spirit who saw the light fell to their knees with trembling legs, and the extreme fear and humility overflowed from the depths of their souls.

A figure of a woman gradually appeared in the light. She was wearing a jade brocade robe embroidered with a drape, and the drape was wrapped around her side. The mountains, rivers, sun and moon with silvery and dark patterns appeared one after another in the wind. Her bun was towering and her black hair was like clouds. , a pair of pupils filled with unparalleled brilliance, so indifferent and contemptuous that there is nothing to be proud of.

Chaos laughed instantly: "It's Lingqing."

Even the corners of Jiu Ji's dry and emotionless mouth showed a smile.

Chaotic and seductive lips curled up, staring fixedly at the figure in the sky: "She must die."

--Finish--

The author has something to say:

The story of this branch of Fudo Mingwang is finished, and there is no special episode that I want to write at the moment. If you want to read the episode, you can just call and see who it is. In fact, what I wanted to write at the beginning was the story of Ding Zhan, whose name is Dengmotu , I thought about the outline when I was in the first year of high school, I just thought about it but didn’t write it, and then I don’t know why I suddenly wrote it later and wrote Fudo Mingwang, emmm

At the beginning of writing this story, I just wanted to write about infatuation and love, but I was caught by the plot and kept writing about the entanglement between gods and demons. I felt sad secretly. The two of them got together so the story ended, and then the follow-up of the gods fighting. Let's talk about the book.

Gods and Demons are a series in my mind. If I am not decadent, I will continue to open other people's books. If I think I want to continue to read the same series, I can bookmark me. Then I will find some B numbers and write slowly. After reading this yin You, who are so blind, look like you are undoubtedly in true love, I love you guys.