Reborn as a crazy female disciple of the God who killed his wife three times

The light of the "Yanluan" sword was as red as blood, cutting open a dark hole like the night, and the sky and the earth were all crimson. The sword light shot towards Beishu like a sharp arrow. At this time, the magic liquid also roared and pounced on him. Coincidentally, the two formed a siege and rushed towards Beishu.

Li Mo showed no mercy. There was a demon around her. Her behavior was equivalent to the cooperation between the righteous and the demonic, and she had no hesitation in her heart -

Several red lights cut through the air and slashed towards Beishu with irresistible force. One sword was faster and stronger than the other. She attacked Beishu with a speed that was as mad as death and a determination to kill any god she met, and the corners of her eyes turned red with murderous intent.

But suddenly, a golden dragon appeared in front of Bei Shu. The golden light and the dragon's body were like broken stars, shining in the sky and earth, emitting powerful divine power. It raised its head to the sky and roared, then swallowed the sword of Li Mo, and pounced towards Li Mo with its sharp five claws and the sound of wind. Li Mo raised her sword to chop at it, but the dragon's claws passed over her head and grabbed the magic liquid behind her.

Puff, puff, puff——the black magic liquid was torn into pieces by the dragon claws.

Li Mo didn't care. He turned around immediately and condensed the second sword of the Ten Swords of the Mysterious Ice Soul, "Snow Dance and Flying Flowers", to chop at Bei Shu again. The world suddenly became cold and blew, chilling Bei Shu to the bone. Bei Shu looked up at Li Mo's momentum as he slashed at him with his sword, as if he regarded him as his ultimate enemy. The sound of the sword breaking through the air was piercing, and the sword was extremely sharp.

He frowned slightly and chanted the Buddha's name softly. The lotus light at his fingertips shone and turned into a powerful spiritual mist that pressed towards Li Mo. Li Mo was pushed back by the huge force and could not resist. Her body fell to the ground and she knelt on one knee. At this time, she also realized the gap between herself and the other party.

She lowered her head, with an evil gleam in the corner of her eyes - she couldn't be killed.

But... it's not without any power.

The next moment, a golden light shone brightly in front of Li Mo. The golden light was so bright that even the magic liquid twisted and avoided it. The brightness of this light was comparable to that of the golden dragon. Bei Shu saw that she seemed to be using her last trick, so he also concentrated on defense. Unexpectedly, a small black sword suddenly stretched out from the left side and attacked him. The sword had no shadow, as if condensed by spiritual power, but it was black in color. Bei Shu was stunned when he saw it, but he did not expect the small sword to shoot at his neck at an extremely tricky angle.

The sword was extremely powerful and fast. He didn't know how Li Mo made the sword shoot at him from an extremely biased angle, but when it was about to cut his neck, he immediately stretched out his palm and pushed it away. With a "hiss", a large bloody hole was opened on his palm. Blood flowed out, and the blood turned into fine dots in the air and scattered with the wind. The magic liquid suddenly pounced madly on the falling blood, like a hungry spirit that had been thirsty for thousands of years...

Bei Shu frowned, and was about to use his fingers to fly and recover the blood mist, but he saw Li Mo's sword with ice and snow suddenly slashing towards his eyes. He could not help but retract his hand, and the lotus light turned and hit Li Mo's sword blade. The power of this palm was extremely strong. Li Mo's eyes widened and he spat out a mouthful of blood instantly.

Bei Shu subconsciously wanted to support her, but she swung her sword and wanted to take the opportunity to cut off his arm. He sighed secretly, withdrew his hand, and let Limo fall to the ground again.

Li Mo half stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at Bei Shu in the sky, and heard him chanting a Buddhist name, and said in a loud voice: "Donor, you made this cruel sword for this purple bone? Do you know what this is?"

He didn't know that the two of them had a grudge in their previous life, and when he saw Li Mo biting him tightly, he thought it was because of Zi Gu.

Then this person is not a reborn person.

Unlike her.

She smiled lightly, pretending to be deceiving him with his words: "Yes, that is mine, you can't take it away, you damn monk."

"Amitabha, if you get this thing, it will be bad for you. I took it for the sake of the people..."

common people……

Li Mo sneered. All the righteous people used the people's livelihood as an excuse, but few of them were willing to die for the sake of the people. They talked loudly about righteousness, but how many people were like that throughout history?

She didn't believe this at all.

Especially coming from the person in front of me.

"How do you know this thing is not good for me? You didn't give it to me, so how do you know I can't use it? If it was useless, why did I fight so hard to grab it when I saw it just now? Monk, don't force your knowledge on me. I am not your salvation..."

I am your great-grandmother.

She didn't say it, but her eyes said it.

Bei Shu looked at her unruly eyes, and when he thought of the black sword just now, his heart moved slightly... He observed her with a deep expression.

The two fell into an eerie silence.

Beishu was observing Limo, and Limo was also observing him at the same time - at this moment, he did not have the cold and ruthless look that was frightening like the Demon Lord in his previous life, but instead, he was the otherworldly monk revered by the world... But this was no different from how Limo looked in front of other people. Evil people often like to pretend to be noble and peaceful to break down people's defenses, which makes it easier for them to carry out their plans.

Li Mo wasn't sure whether this was his disguise or his true self before the big change he encountered.

He is like a deep mystery, making it hard to tell the depth.

"Amitabha..." Beishu chanted the Buddha's name, then suddenly lowered his eyes and no longer looked at her.

Li Mo laughed softly, raised the sword in his hand, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood off the red sword - Bei Shu's blood.

She threw the bloody handkerchief into the air, as if throwing away something dirty, and glanced at him provocatively. Unexpectedly, he stretched out his finger in the air, turned it into a spell, and took back his bloody handkerchief, preventing it from touching the ground.

Ok?

His blood is special?

Li Mo recalled the madness that the magic liquid had gone through after swallowing his blood, and searched the memory of the Demon Lord in his previous life... Well... no clues.

Just as she was distracted, Bei Shu instantly sank into darkness, and most of his body could no longer be seen. Li Mo rushed over without thinking and grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving, but suddenly she was stunned -

In the darkness, the man's eyes were as black as ink, without a trace of light, like a cold night, without a trace of warmth. The faint light reflected from the darkness could not illuminate his facial features, but those eyes, at first glance, were so fascinating that they seemed like a ghost...

This eye has some shadows of the eyes of the Demon Lord in the previous life...

At one moment, she even thought she saw him in her past life, which made her scalp tingle, as if her past and present lives were intertwined in this space and time.

……Why……

All she heard was a cry of “Amitabha…”. The sound was like an explosion in Li Mo’s mind, causing her ears to buzz and even her consciousness to pierce with pain. The Mirror of the World and the Dream in the depths of her being wailed… She was startled and could not help but loosen her grip on Bei Shu’s sleeve…

The next moment, a powerful force slowly pushed her away and onto the ground. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fly. In an instant, Li Mo realized the helplessness of mortals who couldn't fly...

She could only watch as the light disappeared bit by bit from Bei Shu's body. He seemed like a man who was born in the cold darkness, and merged into one with the darkness of the night.