Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 631

If I didn't have the experience of the White Tiger Secret Realm in Kunlun Mountains, I'm afraid I still don't know what's going on with the little monk at this moment.

Black flames lingered around the little monk's body, jumping continuously, and then connecting with the surrounding darkness, and in the dark void, there seemed to be countless voices roaring.

That disgusting and frightening feeling of coldness reminded me of the scene when the Bull Demon King led the earthsha's frenzied tide and became obsessed.

Although there are differences between the two, the scene and atmosphere are different.

Seeing this situation, I finally understood why the group of people just left without turning their heads.

It turned out that they were worried that the little monk would kill them after he became possessed.

Seeing this scene, Li Hongjun was very surprised. He strode forward and wanted to intervene, but was bounced away by a huge force, soaring into the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

This buddy is the Son of Heaven's favored son, but he never thought that he hadn't approached anyone yet, but he was bounced away, and he was a little annoyed immediately.

He just jumped up, but found that the surface of his body was covered with a thin layer of frost, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "What is this?"

At this moment, I heard the little monk suddenly shouted: "Ah..."

This cry caused all the monk's robes on his body to explode, and there was no trace of his whole body, except for a strip of cloth wrapped around his waist. Immediately afterwards, I saw the little monk's dark body begin to swell, and the skin The muscles underneath were swimming like earthworms, surging all over his body.

After the little monk screamed a dozen times, he suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were extremely cloudy at first, but afterward, he regained a little bit of clarity, and he also saw me directly in front of him.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, and shouted at me: "Brother Hou, Hou Mo, kill, kill me!"

He shouted resolutely, all the muscles in his body were trembling, big drops of sweat fell down, and his body swelled up like a balloon.

At this time, the little monk was in the most painful time.

Holding the golden cudgel, I took a few steps forward and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The little monk said: "In order not to let things fall into the hands of those people, I swallowed my master's Yaoyuan."

what?
When I heard this, I was taken aback for a moment, and then asked, "Is your master dead?"

The little monk nodded and said yes, he asked me... ah...

His eyes were wide open, protruding like ping pong balls, and then the inside was chaotic and white, and the little monk's voice became weird and deep from its original tone.

He said: "I'm in so much pain, kill me, kill me...Jie Jie, since I'm here, you all have to die..."

As he spoke, jet-black hairs protruded from the top of the monk's bald head.

Those hairs were as black and shiny as in the Pantene advertisement, and within a few breaths, the long hair fell to the ground, and then wrapped the little monk in the long hair, forming a cocoon.

Immediately afterwards, a formidable and terrifying aura burst out from the outside of the cocoon, revealing its murderous intent.

There are even many long hairs like silk, tangling towards us.

That thing is like waterweed at the bottom of the river, it spread over in an instant, we were stunned by this vision, and our reaction was a little slow, that Ping Xiaosi's ankle was suddenly entangled, and then suddenly withdrew his force, pushing him towards the huge The black silk cocoon dragged away.

Ping Xiaosi was knocked down suddenly, his face was covered with blood, and then he felt the force of dragging.

He stretched out his hands subconsciously, trying to grab something, but there was nothing on the ground to draw on, so he could only cry out for help: "Help me!"

The black hair was dragged quickly and powerfully. Seeing that Ping Xiaosi was about to be dragged into the silk cocoon, I made a decisive move.

The flaming golden cudgel stopped halfway and set the strands of hair on fire, and then I swept across the stick, burning all the strands of hair that had struck out.

The flames of candle yin above the golden cudgel were extremely hot. Although the hair was terrifying, it couldn't withstand such a high temperature.

After I rescued Ping Xiaosi, I ignored it, but suddenly jumped forward and came to the huge silk cocoon. I stared at this thing exuding a terrifying and cold air, and was silent for two seconds. Then He raised the golden cudgel in his hand.

I have feelings for the little monk, and if possible, I would never let him die.

But I also know that at this moment, if he is really possessed, it will be a huge trouble for us.

I have already seen the horror of the existence of "demons", and I don't want to face another one.

Even though it was, it was my friend.

boom!
I suddenly smashed down with a stick, and the top of the stick was filled with raging flames, which was the embodiment of the fire of candle yin aroused to the extreme. swing out.

I even used the redemption power I got on the Japanese Ghost Sword.

The reason why he went all out so hard was to prevent that demon from descending on the world and causing countless disasters.

I tried my best, but there was a great sadness hidden in my heart, because the little monk in the silk cocoon was my friend, and his character also made me admire him-the great sage of Yishan was honored 20 years ago. The Six Heavenly Kings of the Night Walker are all over the world. For such a veteran demon king, the demon element must be very powerful. It is hard to imagine what it will be like if it falls into the hands of the enemy.

In order to prevent this from happening, the little monk actually swallowed the Yao Yuan directly.

I knew before that, although this so-called Yaoyuan does contain huge power, it takes a lot of time and effort to recuperate and use it as medicine. If it is swallowed directly, uncontrollable things will inevitably happen, or the body will suffer. Without such power, it collapses, or the spiritual thoughts inside explode, causing people to go mad.

I know about this, and the young monk from a famous family naturally also knows about it.

But he finally did it resolutely.

Knowing that you must die, you are truly fearless.

The silk cocoon looked very weak, but when I hit it with the stick, it seemed very tenacious. Not only did it not explode, but it bounced the golden cudgel in my hand high.

I couldn't do it once, so I smashed it a few more times, each time stronger than the previous one.

This feeling is like striking iron.

Huge power hit the silk cocoon, and then passed it inside. I tried to use the power of the candle yin fire to burn the silk cocoon, revealing the little monk inside, and then he who had not yet become a demon Beheaded to end his suffering.

However, the breath inside guarded it tightly, so that although the silk cocoon had withstood a huge force, and there was a raging fire burning outside, it still did not explode in the end.

As time went on, I became more and more anxious.

Because if the little monk inside completed the transformation and became a real demon, at that time, I am afraid that Li Hongjun, Li Hongjun and Xiaosi may not be able to deal with it.

And at that point, things could turn sour.

How to do?
I took a deep breath and shouted to Li Hongjun and Xiaosi next to me, "Get out of the way."

Li Hongjun had already drawn out the long sword, and was about to step forward. Hearing my words, he hurriedly pulled Ping Xiaosi away.

I raised the golden cudgel high, and my whole mind was immersed.

A huge figure emerged from my back and took the golden cudgel.

Immediately afterwards, the stick went down and hit it hard.

This time, the cocoon didn't take it anymore, and exploded suddenly, and what surprised me was that after the cocoon exploded, it didn't fill the sky with black mist, but a golden light rose from it .

Immediately afterwards, I felt colorful lights floating in front of me, and then in the entire space, there were countless voices emerging, as if chanting: "...the love is kept in the temple, and the body and mind are exhausted. Dafa. Not for my own body, but for the five pleasures. As a great king, I diligently seek this Dharma..."

Among the countless chants, there were lotus petals falling from the sky, filling the room with a strange fragrance, as if a female Buddha appeared in the sky, making the whole space colorful.

My stick, however, was immobilized by a certain force, unable to move at all.

Just when I was full of astonishment, many rays of light suddenly withdrew and landed on a bald head, but turned into nine ring scars.

The whole space was suddenly dimmed, which made it difficult for people to get used to it, and I squinted for a long time before I saw that everything in front of me disappeared, only the little monk Mo Yan was left lying on the ground.

At this moment, he had nine dark golden ring scars on his head, and eighteen skeletons on his neck and chest.

Each of these skulls is the size of a baby's fist. At first glance, it seems to be floating in the air. However, when you look carefully, you find that they are actually tattoo-like things, and they are wrapped around the neck like hanging beads.

The little monk also returned to his original appearance.

Seeing this, I narrowed my eyes, and Li Hongjun stepped forward, looked him over, and said, "What's going on with him?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Do you have those handcuffs?"

The handcuffs I'm talking about are specially made by the logistics department of the Tianji Department. They are control tools that can limit the energy in a practitioner's body. That thing can suppress the sea of ​​energy and prevent the practitioner from performing gong.

Li Hongjun nodded, took out a pair of handcuffs, touched them carefully, and then handcuffed the little monk.

I pointed to my feet and said that this place must also be controlled.

Ping Xiaosi also took out a pair and handcuffed his ankles.

After finishing all this, I took out a blanket from the gossip bag, covered the little monk, then stretched out my hand, pinched his chest, and breathed out.

After doing this for a while, the little monk finally opened his eyes and saw me.

I was full of nervousness, but he yelled with some difficulty: "Brother Hou Mo, am I still alive?"

I laughed and said yes, what the hell did you do?
The little monk let out a long sigh of relief, and then said: "They took away the magic pestle, but I took out the lamp-burning relics from the pestle beforehand, and swallowed it together just now..."

(End of this chapter)