This is a bald monk, but he is still young. In Buddhism, he has not received all precepts and should be considered a novice monk.

And this novice monk, Qingyuan also recognized it.

This is the little novice monk who had followed Master Xuan Ce before.

At this time, the novice monk had a smile on his face, but he smiled very gloomy and weirdly, quite incisive. He was still wearing a monk's robe, but it was black, and there was no trace of Buddhist kindness.

Kiyohara saw his appearance clearly and was stunned for a while.

"He didn't hear what the donor said that day."

"After the incident, the old monk was obstructed by his heart, and he couldn't help but think about the donor's words. After a while, he seemed to have different ideas."

"The old monk is foolish and cannot understand the mystery of this, so naturally there is no question of solving his doubts."

"So let him go."

"Now he doesn't know where he has been."

Master Xuan Ce's words sounded again in Qingyuan's heart.

Because of Qingyuan's words, this novice monk left Master Xuan Ce's side with a demonic obstacle. At this time, the Buddhist teachings have been completely destroyed. I don't know where to learn such a strange body of magic power and have reached the fifth level of heaven.

Kiyohara said in a low voice: "Why are you?"

"Why aren't it a little monk?" Xiaoxiaomi smiled and said, "Thanks to the donor's words, it's a wake-up call. The little monk was born in the West since he was a child and has been taught by Buddhism, but he always blinded it. The last time the donor's words were finally rescued. Today I want to repay the donor and send you to the Pure Land... Unfortunately, the donor's path has been a thousand miles a day, and he has only been missing for a short time. He has become the master of the fourth heaven. His fighting skills are almost as good as those of the fifth heaven. It is really touching."

Kiyohara looked at his inexplicable smile and sternly sternly, "You've gone astray."

"What is the right way?" said the little novice milf: "Aren't you questioning what I originally thought was the right way?"

After saying that, he suddenly slapped forward.

The black light flashed, and then turned into a black Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is about two meters tall and is pitch black all over. It has a dark atmosphere under the sun.

The Buddha's voice is singing, and the Buddha is two feet tall.

Qingyuan was prepared for a long time, and his left hand had been preparing for a long time. He rushed forward, and the green light was as thick as a bucket of water, rushing away. It was the incomplete Qinglong Yuan Transformation Technique of the Sun family.

A bang blast!

The Buddha was subjected to a Qinglong Yuan Transformation Technique, and his whole body was broken, but it was not broken.

Qingyuan also expected this. After all, the Qinglong Yuan Transformation Technique was incomplete and its power was only equivalent to the Taoist art performed by ordinary people of the fourth level of heaven. Taking a step back, even the complete Qinglong Yuan Transformation Technique could not compare to the eight Fire Dragon Taos obtained from the Zixiao Palace. However, the eight Fire Dragon Taos were too high, and it took a little longer to use it. On the contrary, the Qinglong Yuan Transformation Technique was more convenient.

At this time, the Qinglong Yuan Transformation Technique failed to achieve his full power, so Qingyuan was not surprised. He reached out and hit him. It was Yuan Ling's capture hand and grabbed the two black Buddhas.

After all, this Buddha was not a true Buddha, and he was captured by Yuan Ling's hand and shattered.

And the novice monk took advantage of this and ran away a little further.

Qingyuan raised the white jade ruler and chased forward.

A red light flashed and a thunder sounded.

The red thunder rushed forward and hit the little monk behind.

The novice monk pounced forward and then jumped up again.

"He is not afraid of thunder?"

This thought flashed through Kiyohara's mind, but his actions did not stop and he still chased and killed him.

"The donor chased me closely. Do you want to kill me?" The little shaman smiled and said, "Yes, the donor once said that it is a great evil to eliminate evil. I think you think the little monk is a great evil?"

Seeing that he was about to escape, Kiyohara felt unwilling to accept it, he suddenly remembered Jun Shangli's sword energy, and immediately took it out of his arms and moved forward a little.

The sword energy attached to the hair trembled suddenly, but it did not send it out, but fell to the ground dejectedly.

"What's going on?"

Seeing that the sword energy did not work, Kiyohara was shocked and suspicious, but he did not pause, and he pointed the white jade ruler.

The red thunder exploded!

A thunder rushed forward.

The speed of the little novice monk was so fast that he could not even make it as loud as possible, and Qingyuan could not make it as fast as possible, but the speed of the thunder was faster than that of the sound.

So the red thunder hit the little novice monk's shoulder.

The little novice screamed and then ran faster and faster.

"The little monk still has important things, so I will say goodbye first. If you can't repay the kindness today, I will repay the donor's gratitude in the future."

The little shaman gritted his teeth, and waited for the sound from afar and the person was gone.

Qingyuan could see clearly that the little novice monk was trembling after being hit by this thunder, and the right arm was broken from his shoulder, but the little novice monk finally escaped.

"This time, the thunder worked?"

Kiyohara was a little surprised, thought for a moment, and vaguely understood that the reason why this little novice monk was able to withstand thunder was just because of the previous thing that was not known as a leaf or a petal.

But the thing was torn apart by the little shady monk, which increased its speed and lost its effect of resisting thunder.

"He still escaped." Qingyuan couldn't help but feel regretful, and he was afraid that he would cause trouble if he let this person go. But then he thought that the little novice monk was beaten with a blood-transforming technique, which was said to be difficult to survive.

"His cultivation is not far beyond me. He can't suppress the Blood Transformation Yuan Technique. Logically speaking, if there is no method of rescuing, he will die in just one or two years, and he will suffer from torture in between."

"It's just that this little monk is too abnormal now. Maybe there will be a solution, but even if it can be solved, it will not be a day or two. In addition, he was seriously injured after being hit by the last thunder. I think for a long time, I can only recuperate and heal the wound."

Thinking of this, Kiyohara felt a little relieved.

It was not until this time that he had the time to look at that strand of hair.

That was what Jun Shangli used to save his life. He could not deal with real people, but the masters of the Sixth Heaven could not be despised.

Originally, the little novice monk could not escape using this sword energy, but at the critical moment, the life-saving sword energy was ineffective?

"Fortunately it was not used to save your life, otherwise your life would be lost."

Qingyuan's impression of Jun Shangli changed suddenly.

A real person who seems to be steady but is actually unreliable.

Just as I was thinking about this, the strand of hair suddenly floated up, and the sword energy on it suddenly dissipated, turning into a slight scent.

The surrounding trees and flowers on the ground all turned into debris.

And that strand of hair was wrapped around Qingyuan's index finger.

Qing originally wanted to avoid it, but he didn't have time to avoid it.

"What's going on?"

Qingyuan showed surprise on his face, and the index finger, whose hair was wrapped around his left hand, suddenly raised it and pointed to the northwest direction.

"northwest?"

"What do Jun Shangli want me to do?"

Qingyuan didn't know what he meant and wanted to take the bamboo tube and ask Hua Mei, but for some reason, the hair wrapped around her index finger suddenly shrank and cut into the flesh, almost cutting it into the bones.

Qingyuan suddenly realized.

Hua Mei cannot know about this.

It is even more impossible to let Huanhua Pavilion know.

This is what Jun Shangli means.
Chapter completed!