The appearance of the bitter monk stunned everyone and made Shura frown.

"It's you!" Zhao Ming's heart was shaking. Although he didn't know the origin of the bald man, there was no doubt that the opponent was strong, and he and Shura were definitely not opponents.

This man was mysterious and mysterious. Last time, he thought the other party would take action to stop him from massacring the 50,000 witch clan who had no power to fight back, but in the end it was beyond his expectations. The bitter monk had no opponent at all, and he had to come and leave quickly.

It’s just that it was the last time. Now I’m meeting this inexplicable man again, and I don’t know what will happen.

Shura shook his head helplessly: "Why are you again? Bald, are you upset? Tell me about your inexplicable things every few days, I can't understand them at all, what's the point?"

This sentence made Zhaoming stunned. It seemed that the bitter monk had been here for a long time and should have said something to Shura, which made him hate the other party so much.

"Good, good!" said the monk clasped his hands together and said, "It is no big deal if he doesn't understand for a moment. The donor is a person with great wisdom. He just needs to remember it in his heart. One day, he will definitely let you understand the meaning."

"You are really..." Shura shook his head, not sure whether he should get angry or thank him for looking down on him so much.

"Senior, what advice do you have?" Zhaoming looked at the bitter monk and asked.

Although this bitter monk seems harmless, since he has appeared, it is definitely not as simple as seeing.

Shura waved his hand, "Brother, don't pay attention to him. This guy has some problems with his head. He always tells me something strange, but he can't understand it. If he hadn't been able to beat him, he really wanted to cut him with one knife."

"Good, good!" The monk of bitter shook his head: "Those who kill people will always be killed. The donor's anger will be overwhelmed. If it is not resolved, it will hurt others today and will definitely hurt yourself in the future. The heavenly way will be cycled, and the retribution will be unhappy, and it will be too late to regret it."

"Haha!" Shura laughed: "It's just a heavenly punishment for the heavenly tribulation. How could I, Shura, be afraid? No matter what the means, it will be followed."

As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand raised, and the long blood-colored sword sucked all the sea of ​​blood in the Scale Bo Mansion. With a "buzzing" sound, it floated with endless blood energy, and the blood-colored ripples flew into his hands.

He pointed the blood-colored sword at the sky and shouted loudly: "God, you are unfair. If you want to kill me, just come."

"Boom!" With a loud bang, thunder appeared out of thin air, as if God had reacted to Shura's provocation. However, it was just a sound, and no lightning struck.

Shura smiled at the bitter monk again and said, "Bald, have you seen it? God doesn't even slap me. It seems that the trick you said is useless. I think you should save some effort. Go back and have a good rest, don't bother me."

"Good. Good!" The monk sighed: "The punishment of the way of heaven is not just the means of heavenly tribulation. If the aggression is too heavy, one day it will lose control. It is all pointed by the butcher's knife, and will be injured. Whether it is enemies, friends, or relatives, there will be no difference."

Shura shook his head: "You bald man said something messy. The anger is just a means of my cultivation. If you are not confused, how could you attack your own people?"

The monk also shook his head: "If the mind is controlled by power, it is not considered a person with great wisdom, so the donor is naturally not like this. But even if the mind is clear, there will be mistakes in the end. Just like before, the donor and Zhaoming donor fought with each other, and there was no force left at all. If Zhaoming donor's strength is not good, he will be injured under the donor's hands."

Zhaoming frowned. He thought that the bitter monk was talking nonsense, but as Shura said, it was a bit annoying. But after hearing the other party say a few words, he felt that it seemed to make some sense.

But Shura didn't think so, and said with a depressed look on his face: "Since it's my elder brother, I will naturally not be hurt by me. Even if I try my best, I can't beat him. Since what you said is so serious, I will make fewer friends in the future, and the chance of being injured by accident will be smaller."

Zhaoming also spoke, "Senior, in this era, it is a dream to be free from the world. And when it comes to killing, the Rakshasa King of the Blood Sea is notorious and far better than us. Why don't you tell him these things? Even if you don't mention the Rakshasa King, are there some demon clans who slaughtered me over the years? Why don't you tell me these things to the Witch Clan?"

"That's right!" Shura nodded: "Why didn't you see you talking about Rakshasa King? Why didn't you see you talking about the witch clan? You must be afraid of death, so you knew that you came to me and said!"

"Good, good!" The monk sighed: "I Buddha only saved people who are destined to be. I used to form great cause and effect with others and wanted to find ways to resolve them, so I devoted myself to practicing divine power and fate. When I was practicing, I only saw the donor in the illusion of the Buddha, and I thought it was the one who was destined to be my Buddha."

Zhaoming and Shura were stunned for explanation, but they didn't expect that there would be such a saying. After a moment, Shura shouted loudly: "You bald man is really strange. You can see me when you have nothing to do. It would be understandable if I was a woman, but I am obviously a man. Could you be as good as Long Yang? If this is true, I will help you find a handsome immortal clan, but don't come to me."

He was angry and naturally he was no longer polite in his words. As soon as this was said, the army of the demon clan in Qinghuodao burst into laughter.

"Good, good!" The monk was not upset and said slowly: "My Buddha's six senses are pure and he is not involved in the affairs of men and women, so he will not be as the donor said."

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!" Shura finally lost his patience and said to Zhaoming again: "Brother, this guy has chased you so far, why did you save him?"

What I mean is naturally the owner of Linbo Mansion.

Zhaoming glanced at the owner of Linbo Mansion, whose eyes were dull and had been scared and almost collapsed, shook his head and said, "It was not his fault that day, but it was my reason. It would be fine if I was injured. Since it was unscathed, I would have given up this matter."

"Good, good! The donor has good thoughts and will receive good rewards in the future. It's so happy!" The monk said from the side: "The attack just now is not only to save others, but also to save yourself and relatives and friends."

"Bald, can you stop talking?" Shura shouted loudly, his eyes unable to help but burst into murderous intent.

"Good, good!" The monk clasped his hands together, took a breath, and said as if he had made some decision: "It is not difficult to keep my monk silent. Just listen to me and recite a passage of scripture, and I will stop bothering you in the future. How about it?"

"I want to die when I hear you speak like this, and I still hear you speak a scripture! Save it, if you like to say it, you will say it alone, I don't have time to accompany you!" Shura immediately refused, and then ordered loudly: "Everyone, we're going to withdraw our troops."

"As for the order!" The army in Qinghuodao shouted loudly, and the momentum was shocking. The team gathered and was about to fly to the beach.

"Brother, let's go!" Shura said to Zhaoming.

Zhaoming nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly heard the bitter monk sigh: "Good, good! I have not practiced enough to make the donor turn back on the sea of ​​suffering. Today I can only barely go back and take action to keep the donor."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud shout, and blood suddenly appeared. Shura held a blood-drinking knife and slashed at him. He shouted loudly: "If I had known you would have been unhappy."

He was already outraged, but he knew that the other party's strength was terrible, so he was patient. At this moment, he heard that the monk wanted to take action to keep people, so he didn't think too much about it. It would be better to start first.

"Shura, be careful!"

Although Zhaoming did not want to fight with the Death Monk, since Shura had already taken action, he naturally no longer thought about it. He moved his heart and used the Flame Art to activate the earthly flame pattern to turn into a piece of fire and slash it at the Death Monk.

"Good, good!" The bitter monk did not dodge or avoid, allowing the two to attack and landed on him.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the blood-drinking sword slashed hard, and sparks appeared, and the bitter monk did not move at all. Instead, Shura was bounced away vigorously and flew far away.

The Zhaoming fire thunder fell on him, just like the spring breeze, brushing his face without leaving any trace.

When his heart moved, Zhaoming raised his hand to condense the flower of Taoist pattern. Although the Sun Fist was fierce and domineering, it would never be much stronger than Shura's full-strength attack. Such an attack was useless, and it could only be seen whether the flower of Taoist pattern could have miraculous effects.

Seeing the flower with Taoist patterns, even the monk's eyes lit up and said with emotion: "Good, good, the donor is indeed talented and able to gather such a Taoist flower, and he will definitely achieve extraordinary results in the future. Unfortunately, his heart is also affected by hostility. If he cannot correct it, he will inevitably go astray."

Zhaoming sneered: "What is right and what is difference? I'm afraid I can't even understand the way of heaven. So how can you know? People say that different paths are the same. Even if it is wrong path, it is my own choice. When it reaches the end, it is the right path."

"Hey!" The monk sighed: "The donor is extremely intelligent, but unfortunately he is the master of hatred. In the future, he will definitely be in a sea of ​​blood. I have to do this today."

"Then give it a try!" Zhao Ming shouted loudly and knocked out the Taoist flower.

This is the flower of Taoist truth condensed by the Tao pattern. It is extremely strange and seems to be unfast, but it makes people feel illusion that it cannot be avoided and is intimidated.

"Good, good!" The bitter monk recited, raised his right hand, and the green bamboo on his waist was held in his hand by him, and pointed forward, and the flower with the Taoist pattern in the middle was in the middle.

The mysterious light flew away, and the flowers of the Taoist pattern immediately turned into countless star dots and disappeared without a trace.

Zhaoming was shocked. Although he had already thought that this move was useless, he did not expect that the other party could downplay it to such an extent. Not only was the true energy dispersed by the green bamboo, but also the Taoist patterns.

The bitter monk has the power to break the Taoist pattern, and his magical means are unimaginable.

"Two donors have offended you!"

The monk with a casual stroke, Zhaoming and Shura immediately felt an irresistible force coming towards him, and then flew towards the monk with no help.

"ah!"

He shouted loudly and wanted to struggle, but unfortunately he was useless and his whole body was imprisoned by strange power.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air, and the blue flames condensed on his feet and swept across the bitter monk.
Chapter completed!