Repugnant Gateway

Jingdie struggled as hard as she could, but the white monk hugged her behind her, holding her two hands tightly and pushing the long sword forward.

"I'm teaching you."

The white monk said: "I saw hate in your eyes, so you should learn to cut it off. Your master is a monster. Killing this monster is to cut off a period of time, and your heart will become stronger. Your There is still desire in his eyes, is it eager to practice without progress? Kill him ... kill him, I will take you to practice. "

"Let go ... let go of her!"

The Djiba roared and his eyes were red, but his cultivation ground was too low, and it was impossible to break free. He watched the long sword pierce his heart, and watched Jing Die collapsed. The white monk was obviously too evil, and he didn't want to kill the Djiba immediately, so the long sword moved forward very slowly.

"Mirror Butterfly!"

The Djiba suddenly gave up resistance, and looked at Jingdie shouting loudly: "You cheer up! Remember, even if you think about what happened today, don't be painful. Even if you are holding a long sword in your hand It ’s nothing to do with you. It may be a kind of experience and torture for you, but I believe that in the future you will be stronger. You will save your mother, you will Become a true practitioner. "

"You look at me!"

The Djiba shouted loudly, asking Jingdie to look at herself: "You remember, no matter whether your achievement is high or low in the future, you don't have to do evil. When you think of doing evil, think about your hand today. I was stained with blood. Although I did n’t teach you anything, I ’m your master. Go down the mountain to find the Taoist, who will save you! ”

Jing Die's crying voice was hoarse, and tears ran down her cheeks. But she couldn't do anything. She could only watch the long sword approaching the Dji Ba little by little, and watch the long sword's sword tip pierce into the Dji Ba's chest.

The Djiba groaned but calmed down: "Jingdie, you are a good girl. But your heart is blinded by your hatred, so you can't see your future look. There is something to hope you Forgive me, in fact, I am not a predecessor, and my self-cultivation is also very common. I take you out, just because you live too hard and too tired. Although I run out of money, I waste my time. It ’s on you guys, but I do n’t regret it. "

"forgive me."

The mouth of the Djiba outlined the most charitable smile: "I am not lying to you maliciously. Forgive yourself, you did nothing wrong."

The sword has penetrated deeply, and the smile on the white monk's face is still: "Is that finished? I'm almost moved by you. But what's the point of saying this? He died in your hands after all. Later Every night, when you close your eyes, you dare not sleep, because when you close your eyes, you will think of today, the sword, your hand holding the sword, and the blood from his heart. "

"what!"

Mirror Butterfly's tears roared in his throat and had collapsed.

"Look, hatred can give you strength."

The white monk smiled even brighter: "I have felt that there is a power in your body that is awakening, that's it. After you follow me, I will take you to kill more and more people. Don't you still have some fellows under the mountain? Kill them and your power will be fully awakened. "

The sword continued to move forward, and blood flowed down the wound.

Because of the pain, the Djiba's face had begun to distort, but he was still shouting: "Mirror Butterfly! Don't listen to his nonsense, I know you have good intentions in your heart!"

puff!

Long sword pierced.

Djiba's body stiffened, his expression froze on his face.

Then he looked sideways and a hand appeared on his shoulder, casually pulling him aside. The voice of the long black man appeared behind him, a little lazy and a little angry.

An Zheng pulled the Djiba to the side and squinted to the white monk behind Jingdie. The three blue stars in his left eye spun quickly, and Tianmu and Shanye's pupil surgery began to exert their power.

"summon monster."

An Zheng picked up the corner of his mouth and said: "It's still a very high-ranking one, poor? If I remember correctly, it should be the name. You under this beautiful skin are really ugly and vomiting. You painted this skin bag really hard. "

The white monk's complexion obviously changed, but soon recovered: "Unexpectedly, it really exists. When the emperor told me before, I still don't believe that there are people in this world who can see us, even me. I do n’t believe in the existence of the holy fish. This world is really interesting. God always sets up the opposite, and then looks at the killing of the opposite people, the blood of the dead flows into the river, and God is still laughing. "

He turned the long sword over and crossed the butterfly's throat: "But you can see through me, but what else can you do? Watching this little girl die? Of course, her death is to you It ’s nothing. "

An Zheng: "No one can die except you."

The white monk shook his head: "It seems that you really don't understand me, everyone here will die, but I can't die alone."

His long sword was pulled back, and the blade was wiped towards Jingdie's throat: "Look, your role has been fully exerted. If not, how could he leave that Taoist temple? Something in the Taoist temple made me Disgusted, disgusted. "

With a snap, Mirror Butterfly, who had no resistance at all, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the sword by the sword. Her hands are beautiful, white and delicate, and her fingers are long. But at the moment of grasping the sword, blood ran down her fair palm.

"You ... **** it!"

A sudden red light flashed in Jingdie's eyes, and she changed immediately after her. Her body turned transparent and disappeared instantly. The next second, the white monk suddenly froze for a moment, and then his body seemed to be locked in by something, and he could not move.

"interesting……"

He said three words, then he raised his hand and laid his long sword across his neck. The mirror butterfly, which disappeared before, appeared behind him. One hand grabbed the white monk's hand, one hand pushed his head forward, and then the hand holding the sword yanked.

With a snap, the long sword cut the neck of the white monk, and blood spewed out like a fountain.

The white monk collapsed softly, but his expression was very calm. He fell to the ground, raised his hand to cover his neck, and seemed to want to stop the blood that was spitting out. But the artery had been cut open and he couldn't block it. However, he didn't seem to have any pain at all, just lying there and looking up at Jingdie.

"Is it fun?!"

He suddenly asked a question, and then jumped up, laughing and dancing. The wound on his neck was still bleeding, but he didn't seem to have any problems at all. He seemed extremely happy, coughing with laughter. When he coughed, more blood spewed out of the blood vessels, staining his monk's clothes and his shoes.

"Ha ha ha ha ha, laugh at me."

A cut was made in his neck, but he could still speak.

"It's fun, laugh at me. How was my acting just now? Do you think I'm dying?"

He pressed forward, his hands spread out: "But I'm not dead, hahahaha ... I was cut with a sword from my neck, I'm still bleeding, but I'm not dead hahahaha ..."

He stood up sharply, and then turned over a bag of needle thread, and began to thread the needle in front of their face, and then began to sew on his neck with some difficulty: "It ’s troublesome, you know that I have such a skin Not easy? It's so long ... "

He glanced at Jingdie: "In a while, I also cut it so long on your pretty little neck."

An Zheng didn't shoot because he found something strange. This monk looks like a lunatic, but he will never be a lunatic.

"It hurts so much."

The **** hand of the white monk squeezed the needle around his neck with his hands. Because he couldn't see it, the stitches were messy. The skin on his neck was twisted and twisted, which made him look disgusting. He sewed it together, and then left the sewing bag aside, looked down at his hands: "Why don't you do it? When I sewed my neck, what a chance to kill me."

"Is it because, worrying about any other conspiracies?"

He suddenly laughed again, smiling forward and back, as if he had just told a particularly ridiculous joke, but the person listening to the joke did not laugh, but he couldn't bear to laugh. He laughed so much that the wound just stitched around his neck broke apart again, and blood seemed to be sprayed out like a water gun.

"Hahahahaha ..."

He laughed out of breath, "I really have a conspiracy, you ... ha ha ha ha ha, no one can see."

He suddenly stood upright, and then pointed to anxiety behind them: "Look, that's my conspiracy. I'm a man who speaks and talks, this mountain is going to die, but I alone won't Die, hahahaha. "

The Djiba turned sharply and looked down the mountain, and saw several identical white-colored monks appear, each of them carrying two of his own disciples, and the disciples had blood on their bodies. They were obviously not dead yet, but everyone seemed to be injured. The white monks walked up all the way, and the disciples moaned all the way.

The white monk standing in front of Anzheng fell to the ground with a smile, slapping the ground with his hands: "It's ridiculous ... Hahahaha, do you see the blood flowing from my neck? It's not mine at all Hahahaha ... You idiots, I was turned around by the tricks. "

He straightened up, pulled the thread around his neck, and when he pulled it, blood spewed out. In the distance, a white monk threw a disciple, who lay on the ground and broke a hole in his heart. As soon as he pulled the thread on his neck, the disciple's heart began to bleed out.

"Hahahahaha ... No, no, no, I'm going to laugh to death ... Cough cough cough ... So bloody, isn't it fun?"

He suddenly stopped laughing and sat there looking at Anzheng: "Do you think it's fun? If you also find it fun, then smile, if you don't laugh ... I'm going to start killing."

The tone suddenly became cold, and the entire mountain seemed to be instantly shrouded in snow and ice.