Volume 1 Chapter 845 Black People

Chapter 845 Black People

It is said that if the green sword stabs the chest, the whole person will explode and die. Even if the body does not explode, at least the blood will flow like a pillar, and he should rest and recuperate immediately. But the little monk did not, and the wound one finger wide only slowly oozed. There was not much bleeding. After a while, the wound scabbed and healed, and even the blood streaks disappeared.

Yijie smiled softly and spoke to Zhang Awei first: "From now on, no matter what you say, this is my business." His tone was firm and did not allow for refutation. Then he turned to face the woman and spoke softly: "My name is Yijie. Today is the first time in two thousand years that I have bled. Master said that if I meet someone who hurts me and bleeds, that person deserves to die and I don’t have to stop killing.”

After saying this sentence, he seemed to have changed into a different person. He was no longer a little monk, but a killer, a cruel, cruel, calm and murderous killer.

The woman was shocked by his change. Is this guy a Buddhist? How can it be? Aren’t all monks forbearing and peaceful? How could he be so fierce and murderous, so fierce and unstoppable?

Zhang Ping was even more surprised, what kind of monk is this? Fortunately, I didn't offend him before.

Yijie changed so much that many people on the mountain and down the mountain were busy being surprised. Then something even more surprising happened. Yijie stretched out his arms, and the gray monk's robe was broken into pieces and fell in all directions, revealing his muscular upper body, with tangled muscles and high bulges. Only his upper arms were thicker than his head.

Zhang Ain looked at it and shook his head secretly, wanting to ask: "Are you really a monk?" The blacksmith was not as strong as him.

The young monk took off his shirt, clasped his palms together, lowered his head and slowly walked towards the woman, stepping into the empty space step by step, his body slowly getting higher. As he gradually approached the woman, light and shadow began to flicker on the young monk's upper body.

Zhang was afraid that he was looking at things, so he looked again, and a picture slowly appeared on the little monk's back. It was a glaring Vajra. With every step he took, the Vajra appeared more clearly, from less to more, from light to thick, from blur to It was clear. Every time a line appeared, there was a flash of light and shadow. When the entire Angry Eyes King Kong appeared behind him, the little monk was already standing in the colorful light.

Seeing that Yi Jie was about to walk in front of the woman, Fu Kong suddenly made a move, moved the lotus platform to stand in front of Yi Jie, clasped his hands together and whispered: "Brother, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore."

Although Yijie gave people a violent feeling, his face was extremely peaceful, his eyes were clear and bright, and he replied softly: "Senior brother, please bother me, but I am not bitter. Things in the world are like the wind passing through the clouds, and they are still me after they disperse." , Not seeking to come and go, not seeking positive results, the so-called Great Way is just an obsession. "

The last few words are shocking. Yes, I have been pursuing the so-called great path and working hard to become a Buddha. What is the difference between the money and wealth that ordinary people in the world pursue? Aren’t they all the same obsession?

Although there was a faint feeling in my heart that something was wrong, Yijie did not say anything wrong, and he did not hear it wrong either. For a moment, he thought a little foolishly.

He was thinking wildly and had no intention of stopping Yi Jie. Yi Jie walked around the lotus platform lightly, walked straight to the woman and stood ten meters away, and whispered: "Donor, I'm offended." After saying this sentence, his whole aura changed again. If he was a violent killer just now, At this moment, he was a violent and murderous god, with no mercy or compassion anymore. Every trace of air around him was beating with murderous intent and murderous intent. Even the muddy water under his feet became as terrifying as the bloody killing array of Shura's killing prison.

Zhang Ai had been in countless fights in his life. This was the first time he encountered someone with such murderous intent. He remembered the little monk in Monster Mountain. He was really a good boy at that time.

Seeing the fierce and murderous look on the other side, the woman frowned in thought and asked slowly: "You said you haven't shed any blood in two thousand years?"

Yijie didn't reply. He separated his hands, waved one hand forward, and said softly: "Please."

The woman's expression suddenly changed: "Are you killing the elephant?" Yijie still didn't reply, he raised his steps lightly, waved his palm lightly, and slowly hit the woman. The woman pointed the green hairpin at Yijie's palm. Yijie did not close her palm, but turned her wrist and continued to press it towards the woman. The woman also turned her wrist, and Qingchai still stabbed Yijie's palm.

This is the duel between two masters. It is extremely boring to watch. Even the ordinary people who are performing tricks on the street corner can fight better than the two of them.

Zhang Awei glanced at it and asked Fu Kong: "Tell me, if I go up to help, can the little monk also beat me?"

Fu Kong didn't reply, still thinking about the issue of obsession. Zhang Ai shouted: "What are you thinking about?" Then he woke up Bu Kong, looked at the two fighting in the distance, thought for a moment and said: "He can fight better than me." Zhang Ai asked one more question: "Then And me?"

Fu Kong turned to look at him, looked at him seriously for a long time, and said seriously: "Boring." Zhang Ping rolled his eyes at him and continued to be boring: "Do you have any sashimi on your back?" This time Fu Kong didn't even reply. Pay attention. Return the force to the battlefield.

Yijie and the woman were still fighting like martial arts masters, with moves and styles going back and forth, but the movements were getting faster and faster. From slow and clearly visible at the beginning, they gradually turned into shadows of hands, and then figures. , and then, disappeared.

Yi Jie's hands seemed to be stronger than the woman's hands. He fought with Qing Chai with his bare hands. Not only was he not injured, but he did not lose in the slightest. Most of the time, he was attacking, while the woman was defending with her natal magic weapon in her hand. .

When the two of them disappeared in front of everyone, Zhang was afraid of letting out a sigh, and finally understood how others felt when he was fighting. It was extremely boring, and he only felt murderous. But where was the enemy? Where are they?

The two gods in his mind merged into one, and he used his power to see, and finally caught the traces of the two people. The two people had never been more than three meters away from each other since the fight, and they had been in close contact and dodging within the three-meter space. However, Zhang Pa could only see a glance because his cultivation was severely damaged, and then there was nothing in front of him, as if nothing had happened.

He casually asked Bukong: "Can you see it?" Bukong replied calmly: "Yes." After a pause, he asked another question: "If I help Yijie to restrain the woman, can you not kill her?" Zhang Pa only listened to half of the words and shouted: "Can you restrain her? Then what are you waiting for, hurry up, go, two little monks show their power, I applaud you two."

Bukong asked again: "Can you not kill her?" "Why not kill her? Just because she is a woman? When did you start to be gentle with women? Look at him, he is also a little monk, how fierce, and look at you, this is the difference." Zhang Pa looked at the empty battlefield and talked nonsense.

Bukong said "oh" and stopped talking. Zhang Pa urged, "Go quickly, get rid of that woman, she's annoying me."

At this moment, there was a loud bang in the field, and two figures separated. Yijie turned his back to the crowd and stopped looking forward. His expression could not be seen, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Only the angry Vajra tattooed on his back seemed to be alive, showing different postures in everyone's mind.

The woman who stopped opposite had blood on the corner of her mouth, and her pretty eyes looked at him calmly. After a while, a gust of wind blew, and the clothes on the woman's back turned into pieces and flew away, revealing a complete and glorious back, which was really moving. Fortunately, she was facing Tianlei Mountain head-on, the enemy couldn't see her, and the nine disciples behind her didn't dare to look, so it wasn't too embarrassing.

Yijie said in a deep voice: "This is not my intention, please change your clothes."

Zhang Pa looked at it with a smile, this woman was too unlucky, and her clothes were taken off again without any reason.

Yijie spoke, but the woman didn't move at all, but asked softly: "Are you killing elephants?" After seeing the little monk's back tattooed, his identity could be confirmed. But Yijie refused to answer her question and continued, "Please change your clothes, benefactor."

Killing the Elephant? This name is strange enough. Zhang Pa thought, "Monks are a little stupid. They are fighting for life and death. Who cares whether you are wearing clothes or not?"

The woman did not insist. It was not good to be bare-backed. Suddenly, her body rose from the ground and soared into the sky. She flew into the clouds and fell from the sky. She had changed into new clothes and whispered to Yijie, "Please."

Yijie nodded slightly and prepared to rush up again. At this time, Zhang Pa suddenly shouted, "Wait, let Bukong come up too. Let's deal with her quickly." Unexpectedly, the two little monks shook their heads. Yijie said, "No." He rushed to the woman and the two fought again.

Zhang Pa asked Bukong: "Why not?" Bukong said: "Don't ask me if I didn't say so."

At this time, Yijie and the woman had just fought for a few rounds, and suddenly a sound was heard in the distance, as crisp as glass being broken. The sound was not loud, but it came suddenly. The sky in the distance darkened with the sound, and then returned to normal.

When this happened, Zhang Pa and others were curious, who was coming? He made such a big scene that even the sky changed color for him. Everyone looked up and looked far away. The two people fighting in the field stopped fighting, separated, and looked sideways to the south, with solemn and alert expressions on their faces, not only to be on guard against each other, but also to be on guard against the distance, to be on guard against the terrifying master who was about to appear.

Fushen Snake, Pig, Cat and other strange beasts in the world also discovered that a master had arrived, and they surrounded him more tightly, squeezing the area in front of Zhang Pa into a flesh wall, fearing that the person would attack him. Zhang Pa couldn't see the scene in front of him, and he muttered helplessly: "Is it that serious? I'm a master."

He just said it casually, but he didn't expect someone to ask: "Are you a master?" The sudden voice startled him, and he wondered who answered? I spoke so softly, how could he hear it? He pushed aside the Fu Shen Snake blocking the front, looked forward, and found a black man in the distance, as black as charcoal, and he didn't know how he was tanned, walking slowly towards this side.

Zhang Pa asked in a low voice: "Is it you who is talking?" The voice was not loud, but the black man heard it, looked up and smiled at Zhang Pa: "I am talking." This guy's smile is simply indescribable, it is terrible and ugly, put it on a moonless night, this guy is not wearing clothes, you may not be able to see it when you pass by him.

Zhang Pa asked curiously, "Why are you talking to me?" The black man replied, "You asked me a question, so of course I have to answer. This is courtesy."

After a few words, the black man walked to the center of the field, first looking at He Wang and others, then looking at the many disciples on Tianlei Mountain, turning around, and finally locking his eyes on the woman, and whispered, "If you want me to, go back, don't give up your life in vain."