At the foot of Xuanyi Mountain, a woman in a white gauze dress was walking gently. Her waist twisted like a water snake, as if she had no bones. The white long skirt swayed left and right under this movement, like a blooming lotus, covering the white tail that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

In front of this woman, there was a strong man lying. He had no wounds on his body, but he had a strong smell of blood. Those who didn't know thought he had just walked out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"What a useless thing! I can't even do a blood sacrifice well! I can't make people rest well until now! What if they become ugly because of hard work?" The woman leaned on a handsome and gloomy man, saying the softest words, but doing the most terrifying things.

In her hand, she held a beating human heart, and the heart was beating one after another, spewing out a fishy and sweet smell, flowing into the woman's nose.

"But his heart tastes good! Wang Lang, can you do me another favor?"

"Okay!" Wang Daoren looked at the woman in his arms with love and nodded: "Xiaowei, as long as you want, I will help you! What do you want?"

"Go and help me bring back the heart of the boy from the Dong family, okay? I want to taste it, what does the heart of the god reincarnated look like!" The woman gently attached to Wang Daoren's body, and her fingers streaked across his chest, leaving a faint mark on his neck. Her mouth fell to his ear and whispered: "Don't worry, I will help you this time!"

After saying that, the woman's fingers slid down again, and when she came to Wang Daoren's chest, she turned around. At the moment Wang Daoren nodded, she stabbed her palm in, and then took out a heart that exuded a faint fragrance of lotus.

"You..." Wang Daoren looked at the woman in front of him with shock, as if he had not expected such a thing to happen, but before he finished speaking, the woman bit his neck again, and a drop of dark blood emitting a strange, evil, and depraved breath slid from the woman's mouth into Wang Daoren's blood vessels.

Wang Daoren's whole body twitched, and a strange shout came out from his mouth. This sound was a bit like a human, and it shouldn't be a sound that humans could make. It was like a wailing cry that was extremely painful when the skin was slashed.

However, Wang Daoren is no different from peeling off the skin now. After the blood flows into his blood vessels, pieces of skin fall off from his neck.

Soon, his whole face was ulcerated, covered with blood and abscesses. Then he was exposed to his body and could not see any complete skin. A large amount of blood flowed on his muscles, dyeing his clothes red, and then dripped onto the ground drop by drop, and then instantly evaporated into mist, returning to his body, looking very cunning.

The woman had already walked to the side when the King Dao Ren screamed.

Looking at the king's Daoren who turned into a monster, the woman smiled and said, "Go! Bring the heart of the Dong family boy back!"

After saying that, the woman spoke to the air facing the side: "A Yi, let's go! Go to Shuiyue Temple to see your old friend!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man with a neck full of scales suddenly appeared, as if he had been here all the time, and as if he had just arrived here, he reached out to hug the woman and disappeared into the air again.

When the man appeared again, he and the woman had already appeared outside Shuiyue Temple.

As a local practitioner, Zen Master Jinghua’s practice temple is very simple, just like an ordinary person’s house and a converted Buddhist temple. She is often alone on weekdays.

When the woman walked into it, Zen Master Jinghua was beating the wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures.

The scent of Buddhist aura surrounds the surroundings, repelling the women entering it.

"Buddha saves sentient beings! Mirror flower, your realm is still too bad! The Bodhisattva did not drive me away, so what qualifications do you have to expel me?" The woman went forward and lit three incense sticks of Guanyin statue worshipped in the middle of the room.

The faint sandalwood flowed, softening the hostile Buddhist aura around him. Zen Master Jinghua couldn't help but stop chanting the scriptures and asked with a cold face: "What are you here to do?"

The woman tidied up her hair and smiled and said, "Of course I'm asking for help!"

When Zen Master Jinghua heard this, he sneered, closed his eyes, and started to slowly knock on the wooden fish again, chanting the Buddhist scriptures in a low voice. The silent sound of the Sanskrit echoed around, indicating the Zen Master's determination to refuse to cooperate with the demons.

The woman didn't care. She stretched out her hand and a heart appeared out of thin air. She gently played with the heart in her hand and smiled: "You will help me, no, you can't refuse me! Because half of your heart is in my hand!"

Zen Master Jinghua opened his eyes and looked at the beating heart in the woman's hands and the Buddha oil in her hands, showing an expression of anger, sadness and pain.

"Are you angry? Sorrow? Pain? Mirror Flower, do you think that practicing the method of Mirror Flower Water Moon can get rid of the other half of your heart? Mirror Flower is originally empty and illusion, just like everything in the world, all of them are formed by the combination of the four elements. Therefore, practicing this method requires establishing a mind, establishing a Bodhi heart, enlightenment heart, and a free heart. But half of your heart is not where you are! What kind of Buddhist teachings are you practicing? Hahaha..."

The woman laughed loudly, the fox tail danced behind her, and strands of demonic, evil and evil spirit gathered.

The next second, the Buddha oil in her hand merged into her heart, and the mysterious spell appeared on the surface of her heart instantly, and waves of twisted fall echoed in the void. A gust of cold wind hangs out of thin air around her, blowing out all the incense and candles in the Buddhist temple, and then a strong smell of blood, accompanied by sharp crying, appeared in the air.

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The Dong family, Jin Guang was alert for a while, suddenly heard a burst of strange sounds, and then a monster covered in blood walked in. The moment he saw the boy from the Dong family, he rushed over.

"Get out!" Jin Guang scolded in a low voice. The golden light mirror shook and aimed at the monster that suddenly appeared. A bright light flashed, and the ghost covered in blood was knocked away, and there were a trace of electric arcs flashing in the air.

"Vampire? Not big! Blood corpse, not right!" Seeing the monster who rushed over again, quickly faded away the charred shell in mid-air and returned to its original state, the golden light took a step back and took out a silver knife with his hand. The surface was engraved with patterns drawn by cinnabar. After leaving his hand, it turned into a silver-red black light and slashed on the monster.

It was easy to cut it into two sections, and surprisingly, the monster recombined it in the next second.
Chapter completed!