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Chapter 399 The Road to Empress, the Lost Dog

The blood of this nun, who usually fasts and chants Buddha's name, is so thick as paste. The black and sticky blood is even more outrageous than that of some demon sects. This level already shows that they have committed serious evil.

The old monk was twitching like a living fish, and white smoke kept coming out of his body. The witch Wanwan raised her nose and smelled it, and a masculine energy rushed straight to the sky. This old thing had a lot of debts.After absorbing the masculine energy of so many men and improving her own cultivation, she was spared her life because of the resistance of so much masculine energy.

"You are such a stinky person... Look, someone has come to save you, and I will let you have a taste of the fishing boat today."

Witch Wanwan's red lips curled up slightly, with a smile on her lips. Witch Wanwan flicked off the old monk's tongue with a single finger movement, and then looked at a large group of Wuyang Wuyang sword-wielding nuns.

"The Demonic Demon Girl is so impudent, put down my master quickly!"

A group of fair and clean little nuns, led by the old nun, all frowned and declared their determination to die. Looking at this group of young girls, they may have absorbed Buddhist techniques. The Witch Wan Wan's heart actually moved with some compassion.

Witch Wanwan changed her mind, held the old monk in the air, and threw her blood-covered body in front of the nuns.

"I accidentally overheard this man's conversation with his concubine, saying that he wanted to collect the blood essence of more than 300 young women to make elixirs. He pretended to have met a demon sect woman, and then asked the old nun to bring you here and slaughter you all."

Witch Wanwan spoke serious nonsense. Although such rhetoric could not impress them, some young nuns expressed embarrassment after hearing it. The swords in their hands were also a little unsteady. Of course, this did not scare them away. Wrinkled old nuns.

"Hmph! You witch, don't stop spewing blood. With the way you have been able to keep out of the house and see the light of day, you are worthy of putting the blame on Master. Don't panic, everyone, set up a formation to kill this witch."

The face of the old monk who had his tongue removed was full of pain. Now that all his magic power had gone away, and he could not change his words with his own mouth, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, and he let out a whimpering scream, like a lost dog. .

"You don't believe me when I tell you the truth. This old guy was stabbed in the lungs and is about to burst into tears... You guys like to stir up trouble and stir up trouble in the fishing boat. Now that it's been backlashed, why don't you believe it anymore?"

"Everyone, don't be deceived by the rumors. Set up a formation to save the master and wait for the arrival of our saint!"

Hearing the word "saint", those young nuns instantly fixed their gazes. It seems that the influence created by Master Fei Xuan can be so great. Isn't this not more charming than any kind of evil way?It seems that to deal with them, we need to use a cunning strategy to let these little nuns go back and let Buddhism defeat itself without any bloodshed.

The witch Wanwan waved her arms and attached her appearance and some vitality to the old monk. The old monk, who didn't know why, saw the nuns setting up a large formation as soon as they came together. He naively thought that they were helping him. , although he couldn't speak, he laughed loudly. This ant-like appearance made the invisible witch Wanwan want to laugh.

Suddenly, the old monk felt a sharp light hitting his face. It was an attack from the swords of the nuns. The old monk, who was regarded as his master, never thought that he would be attacked by fellow Buddhist monks. He was killed by nuns, but at this moment it was too late to be unwilling and repent.

(End of this chapter)