Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 76

[Chapter 76]

“What do I want to do?” Monk Xueyi raised his hand and saw that the nun’s brain was stained on his fingers, so he put them in his mouth and sucked it.

Looking at the clean finger again, the monk in snow clothes pointed at Nagarjuna with it and said, “Although the poor monk is not a lecher, but he is so beautiful, it is impossible to break the precept once.”

Gu Jue’s body trembled, this monk in snow clothes was poisonous. As a sword cultivator, you cannot lift the sword to cut off the unevenness in your chest, and the heart of the sword will eventually be damaged. The four brothers and sisters were all saved by Nagarjuna, so there is no reason to stand by.

It’s just that the four of my brothers still have to protect Master Li, so they don’t dare to move.

Monk Xueyi was not allowed to directly deal with the sword rune stone tablet, and he could damage his brother’s sword heart. The long sword in his hand vibrated endlessly, as if he was angry and resented the cowardice of his master.

Jianxiu’s combat power is certainly domineering, but he is very easy to break, and sometimes there is no retreat.

Snow Clothes Monk ignored Gu Jue and looked at Nagarjuna again, an uncontrollable desire in his heart. In front of the four juniors, destroying this flower-like female cultivator is really a joy in the world!

The more Xueyi Monk thought about it, the more excited he became, and the hand that pointed at Nagarjuna was trembling.

“Rebroken ring? Master, what does that mean?” Nagarjuna slowly got up and turned around.

Snow Clothes Monk’s trembling hands were stiff in front of him, and he saw the folds and folds on Nagarjuna’s extremely old face, like the bark of a ten thousand year old tree. The corners of her eyes drooped, the pupils were cloudy, the whites of her eyes were yellow, and there were dark brown spots between the bloodshots. Between the lips that could hardly be closed, the teeth were interlaced, black and yellow.

He is a wicked man, not a pervert. Seeing this face, he felt as if someone had stuffed a handful of flies into his throat. The flies were still waving their claws desperately.

Nagarjuna’s movements seemed extremely slow. After she turned around, she twisted her body, her dress was flying, and the green light wrapped around her fingertips flashed and hit the blood unicorn’s nose.

The blood unicorn roared and jumped up suddenly, causing his body to twist in pain. The monk in snow stepped out in one step, regardless of his mount, the soles of his feet made a loud noise, his thigh muscles tightened, and a powerful force burst out in an instant, and he rushed towards Nagarjuna with one step. .

In Snow Clothes Monk’s heart, good people will be killed, and people who are more disgusting than me will be killed!

The blood unicorn fell, rolled on the ground and stood up, but it did not have the courage to follow its master to deal with Nagarjuna. The emerald green arrow folded in the air, and the green light stretched, like a silkworm scurrying in the space, and in a blink of an eye, it came to the back of Xueyi Monk’s head.

Nagarjuna’s short spear hugged in his arms and recoiled sideways.

Whether or not Jianxiu takes action cannot be forced, this is human nature. Just like yourself, can you really sacrifice for Young Master Ye? Nagarjuna thought so in his heart, but a stab sideways was extremely decisive.

The two sides approached in a blink of an eye, and the monk Xueyi faced Nagarjuna’s front and back, and he honestly punched eight punches.

Three punches backward, five punches forward. Every punch is as fast as lightning, and the arm brings out the afterimage. The afterimage remained, and all the illusory arms turned real.

After the eight punches, Monk Xueyi had eight arms. Under his snow-white monk robe, there was a purple-red blood light, and the stench was extremely fishy, and the middle man wanted to vomit.

With three punches from the back, the small emerald green arrow was bounced out, twisted and fell to the ground, like an earthworm cut into two sections, desperately digging into the ground. The five punches in front were all hit by Nagarjuna’s short spear.

The tip of Nagarjuna’s spear shattered and flew out, and a mouthful of demon blood was sprayed on the face of the monk in snow clothes. Snow Clothes Monk’s wild laughter stopped abruptly, and the demon blood burned for no reason. The snow-clothed monk was frightened and angry, and his eight arms slammed inward at the same time.

Bang, bang, bang, puff…

Nagarjuna’s body hit the sword energy barrier and slowly slid down. She saw that the head of the monk in snow was deformed under the fist, the bones were shattered, and the demon fire was extinguished. The turbidity in her eyes was gone, like a broken piece of colorful glass, her pupils turned, and her youthful appearance was restored.

Having lost a mouthful of blood essence, it is impossible to maintain the state of old age. This change fell in the eyes of Monk Xueyi, and he roared vaguely: “You are a demon!”

Nagarjuna was powerless, and after landing on his feet, he followed the guidance of the small emerald green arrow and plunged directly into the ground. The blood of her life ignited, even a monk in the infant realm can be burned to death, but it is a pity to face this monk alone.

Monk Xueyi was extremely decisive, as long as he hesitated for a moment, he would have been burned to death by Nagarjuna. His eight fists smashed his skull to pieces, and this completely extinguished the demon fire. From his two nostrils at the same time, a purple-gold breath was sprayed, coiling around the top of his head, barely maintaining it, so that the injury would not worsen.

Without waiting for Monk Xueyi to breathe, Gu Jue rushed out of the protection area of the sword rune stone tablet without warning. The sword light flickered, and the roar of thunder had already arrived in front of Monk Xueyi. He was tall and looked like a demon under the black cloud, and the blood in his eyes burst out. It was really spurting blood, and it turned into a red mist under the urging of sword qi.

Snow Clothes Monk was startled and then angry, completely unaware that he was influenced by Nagarjuna, and his emotions fluctuated a little too often.

His surprise was because he mistakenly thought that Gu Jue released the sword qi thunder sound, and then he became angry because he knew that he had been deceived. But he was fooled and scared, so Monk Xueyi angrily threw eight punches in a row, and the first punch smashed Gu Jue’s giant sword to pieces.

“You’re courting death!” Monk Xueyi stepped on the sound of thunder, and every punch hit the same position.

A circular penetrating wound appeared between Gu Jue’s chest and abdomen, the size of a watermelon. An untraceable sword light spewed out of his mouth, hitting the head of the monk in snow clothes. The two purple qi that Xueyi Monk was protecting his head instantly disillusioned, the sword light dissipated, and a rusty sword pill fell to the ground.

Monk Xueyi screamed for a while, losing the support of his purple qi, and his face collapsed uncontrollably. The whole bald head is like a section of mushroom, pestle on the neck.

Monk Xueyi couldn’t help but go crazy in his heart, his eight arms grabbed Gu Jue’s corpse and exerted force at the same time. Poor Gu Jue’s body was torn to shreds by the monk in snow clothes, and the corpse was thrown at the sword rune stone tablet by the monk in snow clothes, and it exploded on the spot.

“Senior brother!” The three sword cultivators exclaimed, their eyes splitting.

Monk Xueyi was furious, his head was completely deformed, and one eye barely supported his eyelid, staring at the three sword cultivators. His four arms were raised, holding his own head, and the sword pill destroyed his supernatural powers with one blow, and the injury was a little too serious.

A blow to vent his anger did not break Wang Lieyang’s sword rune stone tablet. Snow Clothes Monk endured the anger in his heart, turned around and walked towards the crack in the cliff. The blood unicorn finally recovered at this time, lowered his head and followed behind the snow-clothed monk, not daring to breathe.

“Go and look at those trash, if they escaped when I came out…”

Before Xueyi Monk finished speaking, the blood unicorn turned and rushed towards the sword rune stone tablet, and stopped twenty feet away, staring at the three sword cultivators with fierce eyes.

The monk in snow clothes took out a scroll of scriptures, and the scriptures were written on a long scroll of white cloth, and the color was bright red. He straightened his head, wrapped the scriptures layer by layer, and wrapped his head, leaving a gap for his eyes.

After the dressing was done, the monk in snow clothed his head to look at the sword qi barrier on the cliff. The crack was blocked by a pale silver sword energy barrier, like a wound in the night, hanging straight down from the sky.

Nagarjuna hid underground and turned into a dead tree, almost in a coma. She could feel what the Snow Clothes Monk was going to do, but there was no force to stop her.

Nagarjuna reluctantly sank down, and stopped when it was more than four hundred meters from the ground.

Young Master Ye, you can only rely on yourself…

Nagarjuna fell into a deep sleep, and the three foundation-building sword cultivators did not dare to leave Li Zhenyi, so they could only watch the monk Xueyi throw the Buddha beads on his neck into the sword qi barrier, opening a passage with a diameter of about ten feet.

The madly spewing heaven and earth vitality evaded seven feet in front of Xueyi Monk, and Xueyi Monk took weapons from all eight arms and stepped into the crack. Snow Clothes Monk disappeared, and the three sword cultivators looked sad. Nagarjuna saved their lives, and so did Ye Ting.

Stand idly by, the heart of the sword is destroyed.

Thirty miles away, to the king, it was like a stroll in the courtyard. The eight Horcruxes in Monk Xueyi’s hands can be said to be unscrupulous, all forged from the souls of strangers. When he saw the corpse demon from a distance, he stopped at a position one hundred and fifty feet away from the corpse demon.

Snow Clothes Monk’s eyes showed a greedy light, it was like a wild beast, and there was no cover.

A corpse demon weakened to the extreme? Moon Sword Sect is really stupid, this thing is in its hands, its value is comparable to that of a Taoist weapon!

A bowl flew up in the hands of the snow-clothed monk, and the blood light poured out of the bowl hit the corpse demon’s chest, as if the golden armor did not exist, the blood light penetrated through the body. Snow Clothes Monk was in pain and joy. This time, the consumption of the Horcrux was not small, but the corpse demon was powerless to resist, so he could slowly figure it out!

If the Horcrux is destroyed, it can be refined again. If the corpse demon misses it, it is impossible for him to be assigned such a trophy because of his status in Tianwang Temple. With eight arms and eight Horcruxes, Monk Xueyi raised them all without hesitation.

Ye Ting breathed a sigh of relief. The extraction of the source of the corpse demon from the ten-direction purgatory space has already made a small achievement. The second purgatory was about to take shape, and suddenly a person appeared to attack the corpse demon, sharing most of Ye Ting’s pressure.

Ye Ting carefully controlled the star delimitation lock. The corpse demon moved extremely slowly, and it took dozens of breaths to stop when he took a step. One end of the star delimitation lock entered his body, and Ye Ting itself became the coordinate to control the corpse demon. Ye Ting relaxes his control, and the corpse demon can now kill the snow-clothed monk.

The corpse demon moved forward, and Monk Xueyi was also nervous, but did not find Ye Ting hiding behind the corpse demon. Ye Ting couldn’t help but let out a magic eye on top of the corpse demon’s head, and only then did he see the person who came to help.

This is not a person, but an ugly monster!

The monster’s head was wrapped with blood-colored cloth strips, revealing only two squinted eyes, like a deformed water sac. The monster’s upper body is thick, with eight arms, and the lower body is thin and disproportionate.

Ye Ting’s deepest impression of this monster is that it has a pair of greedy eyes.