When Yajun heard the murmur of the man in black, his expression turned completely gloomy.

Evil monks are an extreme kind of people. They become monks, not to practice Buddhism, but to worship evil spirits. They do not have the heart of a Bodhisattva, but some are just cruel and cruel snakes and scorpions who do all kinds of evil.

In the Tianzhu Sect of Tibet, the records of evil monks first appeared in Sanskrit. It is said that they exchanged their souls for demons, and they were evil and committed great crimes.

"Did you carve the spider pattern on it?"

Yajun had no time to worry. He couldn't calm down when he thought about Zhang Min. At this moment, he also thought about the tampering with the layout of his family's formations.

"It turns out you did it all!"

Yajun's face was as cold as ice, suffocating with cold.

"It has such a strong evil aura, it really makes people yearn for it."

The evil monk burly man enjoyed the deathly aura in the darkness with a look of obsession on his face.

"He wanted to make that woman into rigor mortis. Her naturally extremely cold Yin body is the extreme of Yin. Magic is inherently Yin. The stronger the Yin energy, the more powerful the corpse array will be."

The man in black spoke word by word. Although his face could not be seen, his voice was also very cold.

"..."

Yajun's heart trembled, and he turned to look at the darkness of the attic room. At this time, Zhang Min's fingers had become very long, his lips had turned strangely black, and his eyes were dark. He looked very coquettish.

Making a woman with a vaginal body into rigor mortis alive and imprisoning her soul is a method that must not be feared or cruel.

However, he shouldn't put his plans on her head, and he shouldn't destroy the formation one after another. He shouldn't...

An uncontrollable murderous intention began to stir in his heart. The dead leaves around him were revealed by the faint uncontrollable supernatural energy in his body, and swept across. Yajun's figure trembled, his eyes were closed tightly, but the anger and riot

His nerves made him more and more unable to control himself.

There seemed to be an invisible storm swirling around. Yajun suddenly opened his eyes, which were filled with blood and the unstoppable rage of a beast.

"I'll kill you..."

He could no longer control the murderous intent that burst out, and his footsteps collapsed violently. The hard stone slab was shaken open with cracks. At this moment, Yajun's figure jumped directly towards the evil monk.

The air was filled with rage, and Yajun seemed to have lost his mind for the first time, like a wild horse running wild, starting to fight round after round.

Yajun didn't have any tricks at all and used his own supernatural energy to fight against him, while the evil monk just clicked lightly every time to avoid Yajun's attacks one after another.

"We meet again!"

The man in black turned his attention to Zifeng and spoke calmly.

And when Zifeng saw the man in black, a shadow appeared in his mind after a long time, and finally overlapped with the guy in front of him, and his eyes changed in an instant.

"You are...Beiling!"

Zifeng had seen the man in black and had fought against him once before, but Zifeng did not expect that he would appear here.

"Aren't you going to take action?"

Beiling's voice was still so indifferent, just like his person, full of mystery.

"Wait and see before we talk."

Zifeng shrugged and said easily.

In the darkness, Yajun's figures kept alternating. On the tile beams, bursts of blue light emitted by strange energy refracted the darkness and made it bright.

Yajun relied entirely on supernatural energy and did not fight with him. However, the gloomy evil monk would emit a trace of black energy every time he collided with him. It looked extremely weird.
Chapter completed!