Buddhist Evil Wife

Qing Bao and Qing Feng, who hadn't put much effort in the whole afternoon, took advantage of the time when the disciples were meditating and adjusting their breath, the two secretly hid in a quiet corner and discussed quietly, how to make the one they saw today look like the smelly monk. People who look very similar can be tricked into places where no one is.

Just when the two of them were thinking of various ways to deceive people, a familiar figure walked towards the depths of the deserted forest not far in front of them.

Qing Feng and Qing Bao looked at each other, and said with a sneer: "We just thought of so many ways to trick him into leaving the team, but before we could use it, he came to the door by himself, let's go, let's go and have a look !"

Qing Bao looked at the pitch-black forest, hesitation flashed across his eyes!

But as long as he thinks that he will soon snatch the eighth-level monster into their hands, the little timidity in his heart is instantly thrown out of the sky by him!

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Qing Feng and Qing Bao quietly left the place where the Chunchen sect did their breath-adjusting meditation, and followed the figure into the dark forest.

Qing Bao watched the man walking aimlessly forward from afar, and asked worriedly: "Brother, where do you think he is going?"

Qing Feng glanced at him: "Where does he go! When we go a little further, we will rush up and catch him immediately!"

"But what if he is a monk with a higher cultivation level than us?" Qing Bao still had concerns in his heart: "Think about it! If he can participate in the beast tide with others, his realm must not be below the fifth foundation building level!"

Qing Feng was very displeased with Qing Baozhan's look of looking forward and backward, immediately, his face darkened, and he said coldly: "Junior brother, do you really want to get that eighth-level monster and the magic weapon that can control it!"

Qing Bao affirmed: "Of course I want to!"

In fact, in his heart, he was not only worried that the other party was not that stinky monk, but also, if they walked rashly in the Ten Thousand Monster Forest like them, they would easily encounter monsters above intermediate level, especially if they only had a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation base. For monks, any mid-level monster can kill them!

However, if he said these words, he would definitely be taught a lesson by his brother again!

Qing Feng patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I have already asked the people in the team to find out! They were on the way to meet us, this person did not dare to fight the monster face to face, but he helped The people in his team contracted several sixth-level monsters!"

Qing Bao frowned: "I've never heard that the stinky monk is an intermediate beast master, it seems that we have really admitted the wrong person!"

"I have never heard that the stinky monk is an intermediate beast master, but I guess it is very likely that the magic weapon on him that can control monsters is causing trouble. He can come to the forest of ten thousand monsters, and it should be the eighth-level monster. The monster can help, so we have to be careful in the future and don't let that person have a chance to make a move."

"it is good!"

Qing Feng saw the man stop suddenly from a distance, he immediately pulled Qing Bao to hide behind the big tree.

In the darkness, they vaguely saw the movement of the man unbuttoning his pants, as if he was about to urinate!

Qing Feng showed contempt: "If he is really a cultivator, he won't need to take off his pants to relieve himself like ordinary people!"

Qing Bao nodded approvingly, only the trace of worry in his heart disappeared immediately, and hurriedly said: "Brother, we can catch him right now!"

Seeing that he was no longer hesitant, Qing Feng smiled and said, "Okay! You are left and I am right!"

The two walked around the man quietly from behind, and when they were still a zhang away from the man, the two rushed towards the man at the same time, attacked from left to right, and grabbed the man's arms.

Qing Feng quickly flipped open the opponent's bamboo hat, while Qing Bao took out a photo, and immediately, a familiar and no longer familiar exquisite face appeared in front of their eyes.

Although Qing Bao and Qing Feng had already guessed that this person might be Jitian, they were still slightly taken aback when they saw his face, and then Qing Feng smiled mockingly: "Qing Bao, it turns out We really didn't miss it, we really are the little master of worshiping the sky!"

Qing Bao sneered: "I'm just curious! It's just that I haven't seen you in just a few days. How come little master Jitian has changed from the dignified young wife of the Bei family to a small follower in the field team. Could it be that the people of the Bei family have abandoned him?" Is it okay to worship the little master?"

Qing Feng sarcastically said: "People from the Bei family married him to celebrate Senior Brother Ming! Now that Senior Brother Ming can get out of bed and walk around, why would he think of him, wishing to throw him as far away as possible!"

Yin Jitian let them grab his arms without struggling, looking at the two sneering faces, a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the smile on his face, Qing Bao couldn't help feeling a little frightened, his expression paused slightly, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

He quickly came back to his senses, without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed Yin Jitian's universe bag!

Seeing this, Yin Jitian's eyes froze, and while Qing Bao let go of the bag, he punched Qing Bao's abdomen.

At that moment, Qingbao was thrown ten feet away like a kite with a broken string, and hit the uncle's trunk hard in the distance. Immediately afterwards, the whole person slid down from the tree, curled up into a ball and fell down. on the ground.

Qing Feng watched this scene in shock!

He never thought that the smelly monk would shoot and hurt people, let alone that the smelly monk was capable of sending people flying ten feet away with a single punch. Moreover, he didn't see the movement of the smelly monk at all, which shows the speed , The power is so fierce that it doesn't give others a chance to react.

If he knew that the stinky monk has such abilities, they wouldn't talk so much nonsense to him and just grab the bag and leave!

wrong!

The stinky monk had his spiritual roots destroyed, so he has no ability to fly a monk in the foundation period!

Qing Feng was startled, hurriedly let go of Yin Jitian's arm, stepped back a foot away, stared at Yin Jitian's face vigilantly, and asked in a deep voice: "You are not Yin Jitian, who are you? "

When Yin Jitian heard his words, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense. He took a step towards Qingfeng and said amusedly, "Why don't you say I'm not Yin Jitian? Are you going to force me to lick and eat the quilt with my tongue? Is the bigu pill you crushed a sacrifice to heaven? Or is it that you know you sacrifice to heaven by standing obediently listening to your cynicism or allowing you to use talismans and being bullied?"

The more Qing Feng listened, the more frightened he became: "You..."

The person in front of him was clearly talking to him with a smile, but the smile made his heart skip a beat. It was like a manjusawa that was astonishingly beautiful but venomous. It made people feel frightened, especially under the darkness of night. It's so cold!

Qing Feng choked in fear: "Didn't someone destroy your spiritual roots? How can you still...can Qing Bao..."

Yin Jitian took another step towards him: "It is true that my spiritual roots have been destroyed by someone, but some spells that I don't know appear out of nowhere, why don't you come and try my spells and see this for me?" What kind of power is it?"

"No... don't you need it?"

The person in front of him made Qing Feng feel very scary, as if hell came out to revenge Fei Yangui, so he couldn't help but take a step back timidly: "Our master is waiting for us to go back!"

For some reason, he suddenly had a strong feeling that he was definitely no match for the boy in front of him!

Qing Feng turned around in panic, unexpectedly, just as he turned around, he saw Yin Jitian standing in front of him smiling and looking at him.

Qing Feng looked at him in shock, why did the smelly monk run in front of him so quickly?

At this moment, he had to believe that Yin Jitian had different mana from those of cultivators, and he really felt afraid deep in his heart!

Yin Jitian stepped forward and pinched his jaw, and smiled sullenly: "Don't rush away! I want you to play with me for a while!"

Qing Feng looked at him in fear, and stammered and asked, "Ji... Little master Jitian, what do you want to play?"

Yin Jitian jokingly clicked his tongue twice: "The benefactor Qingfeng robs you no matter what he says? Are you afraid? But, as a disciple of the Chunchen sect in the middle stage of foundation establishment, how could he be afraid of a person whose spiritual root has been destroyed? Could it be that my eyes are blind?"

Qing Feng's jaw hurt from being pinched by him, and he even heard the sound of bones cracking: "You, oh, no, you don't have dizziness, I am really afraid, little master Jitian, your lord has a lot, please let go Let's give it a go, and, you are a monk from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, but... you can't kill... kill life!"

Yin Jitian smiled evilly: "Looks like it's going to rain red! The benefactor Qingfeng, who was so arrogant and always looked down on others, suddenly begged for someone? Moreover, the begging object was still the benefactor Qingfeng who had always despised The trash is extremely ridiculous!"

"That... that's why I offended little Master Jitian because I didn't know Mount Tai with my eyes. Please forgive us once!"

Yin Jitian suddenly let go of Qing Feng's jaw, and then patted his cheek with his hand: "Don't worry, I won't kill you!"

When Qing Feng heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief!

Immediately, embarrassment and resentment after being humiliated flooded into his eyes, and his right hand hidden under his sleeve suddenly stretched out two fingers!

"I advise you not to make small moves in secret, you can't beat me!" Yin Jitian reminded jokingly as if seeing his actions.

Qing Feng was startled, quickly put down his two fingers in his sleeves, then raised his head to look at Yin Jitian: "You..."

He paused slightly, looked through Yin Jitian's shoulders, and saw Qing Bao who had fallen under the big tree trying to stand up.

Qing Feng was overjoyed, fearing that Yin Jitian would notice the movements of the person behind him, he quickly drew Yin Jitian's attention to himself: "Didn't Master Jitian tell me to try your new spell?" ? Let's try it now, let me see how strong your spells are, and maybe I can tell what spells you learn!"

Hearing this, Yin Jitian moved his eyeballs slightly to the right, and then said with a smile, "Okay! But, it's better not to be too surprised later!"

"No! No!"

Qing Feng smiled apologetically, thinking that when Qing Bao called the sect master and the elders over, even if Ji Tian had great abilities, he would be hard-pressed to fly!

Yin Jitian smiled wantonly: "Look at it!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole person disappeared in front of Qing Feng.

Qing Feng looked at the empty place in shock, then hurriedly stretched out his hand to touch it, but unexpectedly, he only touched the air.

His heart sank, even a monk in the Mahayana realm does not have the ability to disappear out of thin air!

Did the smelly monk know invisibility, or did he use some powerful magic weapon?

As soon as he thought of this, Yin Jitian appeared in front of him again, but at this time, he already had one more person in his hand.

Qing Feng took a closer look, didn't the stinky monk was holding Qing Bao who was about to sneak back to find someone?

Qing Bao held his stomach that hurt from being kicked before, and weakly shouted to Qing Feng: "Senior brother!"

Qing Feng's face changed drastically, and he looked at Yin Jitian in disbelief!

Yin Jitian raised Qingbao's sword, patted Qingfeng's face with the sword, and said, "Master Qingfeng, tell me that my magic calendar is not good?"

Qing Feng's face was pale, squinting at the long sword resting on his face, he said in a trembling voice: "You...you said just now that you wouldn't kill us!"

Yin Jitian smiled cloudily: "I really don't intend to kill you, but..."

He suddenly smiled, turned the sharp sword in his hand, and quickly pried Qing Feng's lips open, the sword edge passed through the gap between the upper and lower teeth and hit the tongue, slashed lightly, and then, Pulling out the sword, turning the blade, the hilt and the blade quickly switched directions, and inserted it into Qing Feng's mouth.

Before Qingfeng knew what happened, he felt a severe pain from his tongue, as if someone had cut off his tongue severely. Before he could scream out, his throat was blocked by Yin Jitian, and his scream was hard He was forced back into his belly.

The pain coming from his mouth made his forehead sweat continuously. Because he couldn't bear the severe pain like tearing, his vision became a little blurred, and he felt as if he wanted to pass out.

Qing Bao, who was grabbed by Yin Jitian's collar, didn't see Yin Jitian's attack at all, it was just a blink of an eye. Qing Feng's mouth blocked the voice in Qing Feng's throat.

Immediately afterwards, he saw two liquids coming out of Qingfeng's mouth, and his eyes opened suddenly, showing a look of horror, and his eyes trembled involuntarily. If it wasn't for Yin Jitian holding his collar, he might have died Slumped to the ground.

So... too fast!

The smelly monk is too fast!

It was so fast that he didn't even see how the stinky monk made a move!

Yin Jitian said indifferently: "Benefactor Qingfeng, don't you faint! Not too bad, your little life will be gone too!"

He just wanted Qing Feng to wake up, to make Qing Feng feel the pain that would make life worse than death.

When Qing Feng heard it, he instantly woke up!

Yin Jitian hooked the corner of his mouth, slowly turned his head, looked at Qing Bao, and suddenly burst into a coquettish smile: "Qing Bao benefactor, it's your turn!"