At the foot of Banda Mountain, powerful people gathered, and senior figures from all forces were present.
From time to time, a ray of light flew from the sky, and strong men came, but they did not get close, and soon disappeared into the clouds.
Banda Mountain was shrouded in corpse fog, and the countless corpse evil spirits also felt uneasy and let out terrifying screams one after another, like foxes, evil ghosts, and Shura.
"Amitabha, the battles in the world are so endless. Soon, blood will be spread all over the ground here, and the mountains will be full of lonely souls." The wine-meat monk hugged a large wine jar, sat down on the ground, and raised his head.
He just took a sip, and the spicy wine flowed from the corner of his mouth, down his neck, and soaked a large piece of Buddha's robe.
Nalan Xuejian stood aside, with her black hair hanging down and the corners of her mouth slightly frowning. She was very unhappy at the moment. She shook the invincible Zen staff in her hand hard and made a "bang bang bang" sound, but the fair-weather monk just ignored her, as if
I didn't even know she was angry.
Nalan Xuejian became even more angry, and directly smashed the invincible Zen staff in his hand towards the head of the meat-and-wine monk.
"Amitabha, Amitabha, girl, can't you just stop and stop?" The meat-and-potatoes monk seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He pinched the invincible Zen staff with his backhand and placed it beside him.
"You're still calming down, how can you calm down? Are you my grandpa?" Nalan Xuejian walked over and snatched the wine jar from the meat-and-wine monk's hand, and then threw it to the ground with a bang, smashing it to pieces.
The smell of wine filled the air, accompanied by the long sigh of the meat-and-wine monk. What a beautiful jar of wine, just like this.
"Of course it's Grandpa!" The fair-weather monk was still feeling sorry for the wine on the ground, so he picked up a broken wine jar. There was still a mouthful of wine in it, and he carefully poured it into his mouth as if it were a treasure.
"Then are you my master?" Nalan Xuejian wrinkled her nose and said angrily.
"Of course I'm also a master." The fair-weather monk smiled like a Buddha.
"I think you are not my grandfather or my master at all." Nalan Xue said.
The fair-weather monk said: "Girl, what you said makes me very sad! How did I offend you?"
"Then let me ask you, I was bullied, why didn't you help me?" Nalan Xue said.
"Who was bullied?" the fair-weather monk pretended to be stupid.
"Nangong Hongyan." Nalan Xue said.
The fair-weather monk shook his head, sighed, then sat back and said, "Buddha once said that jealousy blinds people's hearts. Why should women bother women?"
"I won't be jealous. Let me tell you, she is a bad woman. That boy Feng Feiyun is too stupid. He must have been deceived by her and will suffer big losses in the future. We must help him get out of his misery."
Nalan Xuejian knelt down and shook the meaty monk's arm vigorously, acting coquettishly and playfully.
"Amitabha, why do I think this poor monk is not helping people escape from suffering, but participating in the battle between two women?"
The fair-weather monk really had a headache. He pinched his forehead with his hands and beat his chest with his fists. Finally, he couldn't stand Nalan Xuejian's pleading and had no choice but to give in.
In the distance, parked in a dense forest, was a gorgeous ancient chariot, made of red gold and inlaid with spiritual stones. The chariot was pulled by three seven- to eight-meter-long golden exotic birds.
Just the curtains of the ancient car are made of silver gauze and are worth tens of thousands of gold. How noble is the owner of this car?
In the ancient car, a white and soft hand put down the silver gauze, withdrew his eyes, and said in a voice as beautiful as heaven, "Did you see that great monk and the girl wearing Buddhist robes?"
Nangong Hongyan smiled and stared at the other woman sitting in the ancient car.
"I saw it." She said respectfully.
She sat under Nangong Hongyan and stared at Nangong Hongyan in awe. This woman's cultivation was so terrifying that she couldn't resist.
Nangong Hongyan's beautiful eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, and she said, "Do you know why you are not dead yet?"
"I want to know more who you are?" She stared at Nangong Hongyan, impressed by Nangong Hongyan's beauty. Even if the other person's face was covered by a veil, it could not hide her world-famous temperament.
"Nangong Hongyan!" Nangong Hongyan said calmly.
"Are you the most beautiful woman in the world?" The woman sitting opposite stood up instinctively and wanted to rush out of the ancient car, but she fell into her hands.
"Kneel down!" Nangong Hongyan stretched out a hand, full of flames, and directly suppressed the woman who wanted to escape, kneeling in front of her, unable to move.
"Everyone thinks that Nangong Hongyan is a weak woman, but they didn't expect that your cultivation is so strong. If I fall into your hands, it seems that I won't survive." The woman's face, which was already as white as jade, became even more pale.
pale.
Nangong Hongyan laughed, stretched out a finger, lifted her pointed chin, and said: "If I want to kill you, then the woman buried by Feng Feiyun will be you."
The woman buried by Feng Feiyun was naturally not Bai Ruxue. The real Bai Ruxue was kneeling in front of Nangong Hongyan at this moment, but her white hair had been shaved off, just like a stunning nun.
Thirty-foot-long white hair as white as snow was transplanted to the body of the female corpse, otherwise it would not be able to deceive Feng Feiyun.
Nangong Hongyan knows Feng Feiyun better than anyone else. She knows that Feng Feiyun will never use his spiritual sense to explore a woman's body, let alone use his spiritual sense to explore a woman's body.
Without that full head of white hair, Bai Ruxue not only did not become ugly, but became more beautiful, with an indescribable charming charm, her carefully crafted facial features became clearer, her eyebrows were slender,
She has bright eyes, a tall nose, rosy lips, and most importantly, she has a bald head.
But she is not like a nun, because no nun is as full of femininity as she is.
Nangong Hongyan is the confidante of the demon's son. This is known to the whole world. Bai Ruxue thought that she would die if she fell into the hands of Nangong Hongyan, but Nangong Hongyan did not kill her.
Nangong Hongyan lifted the car curtain again and looked at Nalan Xuejian in the distance. She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, which was particularly charming, and said with a smile: "Do you hate Feng Feiyun?"
"I wish I could eat his flesh and drink his blood." Bai Ruxue said.
"Isn't it miserable for a woman who has been ruined?" Nangong Hongyan asked again.
Bai Ruxue was slightly stunned, wondering why she asked like this.
"Should a miserable woman see through the world of mortals? Now that she has seen through the world of mortals, it is a normal thing to cut off her hair and become a nun and return to Buddhism?" Nangong Hongyan said with a smile.
Bai Ruxue was even more puzzled and said: "What...what do you mean?"
Bai Ruxue thought she was quite smart, but she couldn't figure out Nangong Hongyan at all.
Nangong Hongyan stared at her and said with a smile: "I want you to become a disciple of that great monk and become a Buddhist nun."
"How could a monk accept a nun?" Bai Ruxue also saw the meat-and-wine monk, with a sinister face and a bad vibe. He was obviously not a good monk.
"This monk is not simple. There is probably no other monk like him in the world. Even if he is an epic genius, he may not even look at him if he kneels in front of him. But if you cry and beg him, he will
I will definitely accept you as my disciple." Nangong Hongyan smiled with a strategizing look.
"Why is this?" Bai Ruxue asked.
"Because you are a woman who was ruined by Feng Feiyun." Nangong Hongyan said with a smile.
When Bai Ruxue heard the words Feng Feiyun, her eyes became sinister again, and two groups of evil energy surged from her pupils.
"Then why should I worship him as my teacher?"
"Help me get two things." Nangong Hongyan said.
Bai Ruxue said: "What two things?"
"The fate of Nalan Buddha Yi and Nalan Xue Jian." Nangong Hongyan was still smiling, took out a Blood Taboo Mysterious Bracelet, and threw it to Bai Ruxue.
"Killing people and seizing treasures, you have found the right person. Hehe." Bai Ruxue sneered, knowing that she could not resist Nangong Hongyan, so she honestly put the Blood Taboo Mysterious Bracelet on her wrist and walked out of the ancient car.
Bai Ruxue looked at the monk and the girl from a distance, with a cruel smile in her eyes.
"What should I say so that the monk will accept me as his disciple?" Bai Ruxue asked finally.
"Tell them truthfully, tell them all your experiences, and tell them all Feng Feiyun's evil deeds. I believe you women from the evil sect are still capable of this." In the ancient car, Nangong Hongyan's words were passed down.
sound.
Whoosh!
Bai Ruxue smiled knowingly, and immediately broke her hands. Her expression became withered, soulless, covered in blood, and she staggered towards the meat-and-wine monk and Nalan Xuejian. Her eyes were full of tears, and she was filled with tears.
With a kind of despair and sadness.
"I learn so quickly, I can't keep this woman."
Nangong Hongyan held a red knife in her hand and gently peeled a pear. She peeled it quickly and it was clean in an instant. She held it in her hand and looked at it carefully.
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At the foot of Banda Mountain, there are too many monks, female demons, fair-weather monks, Nangong beauty, etc. gathered. They are all just hiding in the dark. Some are here to watch the fun, some have ulterior motives, and some want to take action at the last moment.
I don’t want to be exposed prematurely and be pushed into the limelight.
But some people can’t wait!
"Let's work together to clean up the corpse evil in Banda Mountain first, and then climb the mountain to explore the ancient altar." A majestic voice came from the black temple suspended on the clouds, spreading hundreds of miles, deep and thick.
"It is better for us from the Northern Xinjiang Prefecture to clean up the corpse evil!" The cave owner of the Unable Corpse Cave still can't forget the corpse of Sifang Tianhou. Now there is no breath of the female demon on the top of Banda Mountain. Obviously she
It's left.
He planned to take action again and conquer the Sifang Tianhou as a corpse slave.
The cave owner who could not find the corpse cave had re-refined the corpse-removing bell and corpse-suppressing talisman and repaired the cracks on them. He held the bell in one hand and the talisman in the other.
Wearing a black and white corpse-catching robe, he was suspended in the air. His body seemed to be blown by the wind, floating directly towards Banta Mountain's thick corpse aura.