There was dark and deep mist in all directions. Behind them, wooden sticks with skulls supported by skulls were gloomy. Behind the old man in yellow robe, the temple was terrifying.

Zhao Jiangtong was shocked and angry when she looked at the female apprentice who was skinned alive, and then at the mysterious old monster beating the skin drum.

Chun Jianli's heart moved, remembering a bloody and cruel mysterious religion in Tibet that she had heard before. She heard that the monks there liked to peel off their virgin skins, use them to make drums, and call them Ajie's drums. There is no doubt that the old monster in front of her was the Tibetan monk in Tibet in the west.

"Where is the bald man?" Zhao Jiangtong was furious and raised her body. The sword light rose into a golden sword light. The sword light was as bright as the sun. When she brushed, the silver light covered the ground. The sword energy sneaked into the ground and attacked the Tibetan monk. With the sound of the Tibetan monk's "bang" and the sound of the drum, the land below seemed to be retracted and released, and the sword energy scattered.

The drum sounded again, and Zhao Jiangtong rushed towards him angrily, was shocked by the invisible force, and took three steps in a row.

Zhao Jiangtong was secretly shocked, but the Tibetan monk raised his head and looked at her: "This donor, I am compassionate and practice here. Why are you killing me? I am the key to this?"

Zhao Jiangtong said angrily: "You have caused my disciple to be like this, but how dare you say that I was killing me?"

The Tibetan monk said, "I am not to harm her, but to save her. There is the suffering of reincarnation in the world, and I cannot transcend it. Doing good in this life will bring blessings in the next life. Doing evil in this life will lead to suffering in the next life. Serve my Buddha is the good of goodness. Your disciple is a common fetus, and you will meet me, and give alms to me, and become my Buddhist instrument. My Buddha has a spirit. I will save her from being reincarnated in the great good family and enjoy wealth and glory."

"Fart!" Zhao Jiangtong's long sword stabbed towards the Tibetan monk like a dragon, and the sword body buzzed, both fast and fierce, and a golden sword light was drawn.

Oh! Another tremor sound, and a brass-colored light radiated around the Tibetan monk's body. The golden sword light was like a collision with an iron wall. With a clang, the sword broke, and Zhao Jiangtong took three steps back and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Jiangtong, who was evenly matched with her, was shocked to vomit blood with just two moves, which made Chun Jianli secretly shocked. However, this Tibetan monk had already seen her. At this moment, Chun Jianli felt as if she had been peeled off by him, and her whole body felt cold. The Tibetan monk recited an incomprehensible sentence, which felt like the Taoist "Supreme Heavenly Lord" slogan, and then said: "What a red pink skeleton, I see that you have a fate with the Buddha, why not give up yourself to my Buddha in order to achieve wealth in the next life?"

Chun Jianli was cold all over when he saw it. She had long heard that Tibetan Buddhism liked to peel women's skin as a Buddha drum, and called it a jewel of girls as a shame. These Tibetan monks had supreme status in Tibet, and the people were like their slaves. However, in China, Confucianism and Taoism were the only ones, and even traditional Taoism did not have much status, let alone this foreign cult.

But I didn't expect that she would encounter a Tibetan monk in the heart of Central Plains. I'm afraid she is still a master among Tibetan monks.

Although she felt chill, she was a stubborn person after all. With a whoosh, she joined forces with Zhao Jiangtong and attacked the strange Tibetan monk from left to right. This Tibetan monk was extremely powerful and obviously had malicious intentions. Instead of being made into a sister drum by him, it would be better to join forces with the enemy.

The two of them had just competed with each other, and at this moment they cooperated tacitly. With a loud bang, golden light and fire light burst out halos around the Tibetan monk's body, and they were blocked. The Tibetan monk in the yellow robe recited the mysterious scriptures, which made their heads buzz. Illusions were growing in front of their eyes. Zhao Jiangtong saw her dead husband walking towards her, and Chun Jianli saw the smiling Ning Jiang waved to her.

Everything around was twisting. Chun Jianli had the level of cultivation in the refining spirit. After all, the fire of the mind, body, and mind samadhi surged in her body, forcing herself to calm down. Looking again, Zhao Jiangtong showed a strange smile on her face, and she walked towards the yellow-robed monk in a shaking manner, and she actually sat in his arms and asked for pleasure.

The Tibetan monk looked at the girl and said "huh". He probably didn't expect that she was not confused by the illusion and once again beat the Ajie drum made of Zhao Zhu's human skin, bulge, bulge, bulge, bulge, bulge, bulge...

The shaking girl stabbed her legs with a sword. The blood flew out with the sword light and turned into flames to fly. The Tibetan monk said "My Buddha's compassion" and turned into a big palm to grab her. The girl also reacted quickly and crawled into the fire cloud first and leaped into the air. The Tibetan monk's yellow giant hand suddenly grabbed it. Although it shattered the fire cloud, the girl had disappeared.

"I am merciful!" The monk from the yellow robe held Zhao Jiangtong's jade buttocks with both hands and said viciously, "That girl can't escape from my palm after all, so I will first inspire you to save you from suffering in this life."

***

Behind the temple, the girl leaned against the trees and held her breath.

Although she temporarily escaped from the Tibetan monk's clutch, there was still a deep mist around her, and even with Huo Yunzong, she could not leave here.

She vaguely realized that the land had been used by the yellow-robed Tibetan monk, which was similar to the illusion, but she could not break it. On the other side of the temple, Zhao Jiangtong was screaming in an unpleasant way. After thinking about it, she knew what she was doing now.

The girl had heard of the so-called dual cultivation method of "color, emptiness and duality" in Tibetan Buddhism. Tibetan monks regarded women as props of practice and pursued the ethereal Buddha's heart in their ultimate desires and desires. There is no doubt that at this moment, Zhao Jiangtong became such a "prop".

However, Chun Jianli didn't have time to sympathize with her. If she couldn't escape, it would be extremely terrible for her to become such a "prop" or be made into a sister drum or a "god" of her.

"Sister Tong!" An angry roar suddenly came from the other side. Chun Jianli listened carefully and knew that it was the leader of Zhaodi Gang... that is, Zhao Jiangtong's brother Zhao Han arrived.

With a bang, the explosion came, followed by a slow and dense drum sound. The space contracted like a heartbeat, and the muffled sound of golden leather hitting the wall came one after another. It was obvious that Zhao Han was fighting with the yellow-robed Tibetan monk.

The girl hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to go out to help Zhao Han? However, it is not easy to make such a choice. The strength of Zhao Han and Zhao Jiangtong and the brothers and sisters is not much different. She and Zhao Jiangtong joined forces to pose no threat to the Tibetan monk. At this moment, she would probably have the same result.

It was during this hesitation that Zhao Jiangtong's humming came from the other side, followed by another muffled sound. Zhao Han's roar sounded: "Despicable..."

Bang! With the sudden sound of drums, the space seemed to tremble sharply.

Then, it became quiet like this.

The girl hid behind the tree and didn't dare to breathe for a moment. The fight there had stopped. Zhao Han was a quasi-grand master no matter what. The battle stopped too quickly, and he didn't know what was going on.

She knew that hiding here was not the solution after all, and she walked quietly to the other end in the direction of the drum sound. She felt her heart beating very fast and her palms were sweating. However, what was worse was that she found that the drum sound spread to her all directions, densely, and was in a strange consistency with her heartbeat. I don’t know if her heartbeat was following the drum sound or the drum sound was following her heartbeat?

Her pupils began to shrink because she found that no matter which direction she was heading, she seemed to be heading towards the sound of drums, and even the air she was breathing became extremely depressed at this moment. She gritted her teeth, flapped her arms, and the fire rushed up, and she drilled into the fire cloud, jumping aimlessly. The next moment, in an open space, she fell down and looked around. The fog was still deep and thick, and nothing changed.

Bang!

A shock sound!

She turned around suddenly and saw the Tibetan monk again.

The Tibetan monk was tall and mighty, and he beat the skin drum in his hand: "My Buddha is merciful. If you have a destiny to me, just be my jewel!"

The girl gritted her teeth and brushed it. The flames quickly cut towards the Tibetan monk with the sword. The Tibetan monk hit the drum with a hammer. The flames dissipated, and then the sword shook back. Then there was a tight and dense sound. The girl held the sword and swayed. The surrounding scenes kept twisting in her eyes. The Tibetan monk was in her sight, sometimes lengthening and sometimes shortening, and the whole world seemed to be rotating.

The girl wanted to attack him, but the illusion was gone and she was weak all over.

The Tibetan monk said, "Your red and pink skeleton, you will meet me. It is your Buddha's fate. In this life, you will be able to achieve good results in the next life." He stretched out his hand, turned into a big palm, and grabbed it at Chunjianli.

"Break!" A child's voice suddenly sounded in the dark. Bang, the skin drum in front of the Tibetan monk exploded. Then the meteor-like sword light was like a long rainbow tearing open the sky, and instantly pierced into the Tibetan monk's body. The Tibetan monk roared, and the yellow magic power bloomed in a circle. The sword flew away, and a girl flew out like a dragon. After taking the sword, the sound of the sword sounded, and the sword flower bloomed, and the whole world was bright... The orchid withered the lush Xiyang.

"Xiao Meng?!" Chun Jianli was both surprised and happy.

As soon as Xiao Meng appeared, she used a killer move. When the Tibetan monk was injured and was hurt, she shouted loudly, and her shout was like a lion's roar, fierce and domineering. The golden round light was centered on his body, as if it was about to destroy everything, and was about to roll in the girl with a chest-like skirt that suddenly broke out. Chun Jianli had not even had time to shout "Be careful", and another word "break" came. There was an invisible force that crashed into the golden round light of the Tibetan monk. The round light suddenly collapsed. Then, Xiao Meng slashed the Tibetan monk with another sword.

Blood splashed out, and the lingering sound of the lion roar made Xiao Meng's ears numb, and her whole body bounced back like a ball. Chun Jianli looked at Xiao Fang's hand in the distance behind Xiao Meng, with a blood-colored runes on the palm of her hand. The Tibetan monk who had been killed two swords opened and closed, and the flesh and blood cut in his chest was actually stuck together.

But how could Chun Jianli miss such an opportunity again? She slashed the sword from the side, and the tip of her delicate body slid from bottom to top, slashing out the fire that was like tearing the space. Xiao Meng also stepped on the trunk of the tree and changed to nearer, spitting out a white sword light between the swords. Under the sword, thousands of light spots vibrated... Qin Qingliu Chu Qiqian Shang.

Both women knew that the enemy was difficult to deal with, so they directly used killer moves. The fire and sword light attacked the Tibetan monk in a ruthless manner. The Tibetan monk snorted angrily and slapped his hands continuously, blocking the fire light and taking the sword light. Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang b

The Tibetan monk shouted: "You both have a connection with my Buddha, so it's better to..."

Two bangs, two swords were slashed at the same time, one left and one right. The girl in the red skirt gritted her teeth, and the sword was filled with fire; the girl in the chest-like skirt spitted a sharp light, and the sword was shaken. The Tibetan monk slapped his palms together, blocking the two swords, which was mighty and arrogant, making it difficult for the two girls to advance again.

Huh, a black cat suddenly pounced down from a high place, grabbed it with both claws and brushed it!

The Tibetan monk let out a scream and staggered back, his face dripping blood, and his eyes were scratched. The blood-colored crack was terrifying on the Tibetan monk's face. He waved his hands around, but he could no longer see the two girls. Naturally, the two girls were not kind-hearted people who showed mercy. While the Tibetan monk's eyes were blind, they continued to bully him and slashed a few more swords on him. However, the Tibetan monk was indeed amazing. His body was like a solid wood. Although he was cut off, he still couldn't kill him.

The Tibetan monk really didn't expect that he would end up like this in such a place. He shouted twice as if he was crazy, and stepped on the ground with one foot, just like a Vajra getting angry. At the back of his head, there was a mysterious crystal that broke out from the back of his head and hung high. "Flue is emptiness, emptiness is color! All kinds of beautiful colors will turn into skeletons!" He yelled these two sentences repeatedly like chanting scriptures.

The two women who wanted to continue to attack were shocked and shook and retreated. The mysterious crystal swayed, and the light shook out was like boiling hot water, which was about to boil their flesh and blood.

This feeling of being in the boiling water of the golden soup is like a whole person decomposing and never giving up until it turns into a bone. Even if he successfully attacks, the little black cat who blinds the Tibetan monk's eyes is rolling on the ground.

On the other side, a child's "Huh" sound came, followed by another word "Broken". The child hiding in the distance was naturally Xiao Fang. Seeing the crystal-shaped foreign object broken out on the back of the monk's head, she showed a surprised expression. Then she bit her left index finger again, wrote something quickly on the palm of her right hand, and shouted "Broken" again at the crystal. The word "Broken" was released, and the blood-colored runes on her palm disappeared suddenly, and the crystal hanging on the monk's head also shook.

The Tibetan monk was shocked. His "Sanskrit for Sex" turned a beauties into skeletons, and even women... even mothers would be affected. The one in the distance was obviously a girl in a beautiful dress, but he didn't know why she was not affected? But he didn't know that from the perspective of gender, the child was neither a boy nor a girl, she was just a "child".

The moment the crystal swayed, the magic power was affected. With a bang, a ball of flame broke into the chest of Tibetan monk. Then, the sword with a sword light cut into the left neck of Tibetan monk and out of the right neck.

The moment my head flew into the air, the Tibetan monk's lips seemed to be shouting, these two stinky girls had no fate with the Buddha...
Chapter completed!