Chapter 682 – Lunatic
The Lenticular Butterfly struggled with all its might, but the white-clothed monk was hugging her from behind, tightly grabbing onto her two hands as he pushed the sword forward.
“I’m teaching you.”
The white-clothed monk said, “I saw the hatred in your eyes, so you should learn to cut.” Your master is a monster. Killing this monster is cutting off a part of your past. Your heart will become stronger. You still have desire in your eyes. Do you have no progress in your cultivation? Kill him … If you kill him, I’ll bring you along for cultivation. ”
“Let go …” Let her go! ”
Da Jiba roared, his eyes turning red, but his cultivation level was too low, he could not struggle free. He watched on helplessly as the long sword pierced towards his heart, while watching on helplessly as the Lenticular Butterfly crumbled. Furthermore, the white clothed monk was obviously too evil, and did not want to kill Da Jiba immediately.
“Lenticular Butterfly!”
Da Jiba suddenly gave up resisting, and shouted loudly while looking at the Lenticular Butterfly: “Calm down! Remember, even if you think about what happened today, don’t suffer. Even if you stab me with the sword in your hand, it has nothing to do with you. For you, this might be a form of training, a form of torture, but I believe that you will definitely become stronger in the future. You will save your mother, and you will becomrue cultivator. ”
“Look at me!”
Da Jiba yelled loudly, making the Lenticular Butterfly look at him. “Remember, in the future, regardless of whether your achievements are high or low, do not do evil. When you think of doing evil, think of today’s blood on your hands. Although I didn’t teach you anything, I am your master. “Go down the mountain and find the Taoist, the Taoist will save you!”
The Lenticular Butterfly cried until its throat was hoarse, tears continuously flowed down its cheeks. However, there was nothing she could do. She could only watch helplessly as the longsword approached Da Jiba bit by bit, and the tip of the longsword pierced into Da Jiba’s chest witu sound.
Da Jiba gave a stuffy snort, but instead calmed down: “Lenticular Butterfly, you are a good girl. But your heart is blinded by your hatred, so you cannot see your future. There is one thing I hope you can forgive me for. Actually, I am not some senior expert. I brought you out only because you lived too hard and too tired. Although I have exhausted my family’s wealth and wasted my time on you little fellows, I do not regret it at all. ”
“Forgive me.”
Da Jiba revealed the most benevolent smile, “I am not lying to you with malice in my heart. Forgive yourself for not doing anything wrong. ”
The long sword had already pierced deep into the ground, but the smile on the white-clothed monk’s face still remained: “Are you done speaking? I’m almost touched by you. But what’s the point of saying all this? In the end, he died in your hands. In the future, on every night, you will close your eyes and not dare to sleep, because when you close your eyes, you will think of today, think of this sword, think of your hand holding the sword, and also think of the blood flowing out of his heart. ”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
The Lenticular Butterfly had already collapsed.
“Look, hatred still gives you strength.”
The white-clothed monk’s smile became even more brilliant: “I can already feel that there iower awakening in your body, that’s all. In the future, if you follow me, I will bring you to kill even more people. Don’t you still have some comrades at the foot of the mountain? If you kill them, your power will awaken completely. ”
The sword continued to move forward, and blood started to flow from the wound.
Because of the pain, Da Jiba’s face had already started to twist, but he still shouted: “Lenticular Butterfly! Don’t listen to his nonsense, I know you have good intentions! ”
Puff!
The long sword pierced through.
Da Jiba’s body suddenly stiffened, his expression frozen on his face.
Then he turned his head to the side and a hand appeared on his shoulder, casually pulling him aside. The black-clothed Daoist’s voice appeared behind him, somewhat lazy, somewhat angry.
An Zheng shoved Da Jiba to the side and squinted at the white-clothed monk behind the Lenticular Butterfly. The three blue star point s in his left eye started to spin quickly, and the Heaven’s Eyes and good old man’s Eye Technique started to unleash its power.
“summoner.”
An Zheng smirked: “Or is it the very high level type, Qiong Qi? If I remember correctly, it should be this name. You, under this beautiful leather bag, are so ugly that it makes one want to vomit. “You are really diligent in drawing this skin.”
The white-clothed monk’s expression clearly changed, but he quickly recovered, “Unexpectedly, it really exists. When the Monarch told me this before, I didn’t believe that there was anyone in this world who could see through us. I didn’t even believe the existence of Holy Fish s. This world is truly interesting. The heavens have always set up opposing sides, and then saw the enemies being slaughtered, resulting in rivers of blood flowing from their deaths. The heavens are still laughing. ”
He turned the sword around and placed it horizontally across the Lenticular Butterfly’s throat: “But, even if you can see through me, what else can you do? She could only watch as this little girl died? Of course, her death is nothing to you. ”
An Zheng: “Other than you, no one else will die.”
The white-clothed monk shook his head. “It seems that you really don’t understand me. Everyone here will die, but only I won’t.”
He pulled back his sword and the sword blade swept towards the Lenticular Butterfly’s throat, “Look, you have already used your full power. If it’s not so, how could he have left the Broken Monastery? There’s something in that Taoist temple that I loathe, really loathe. ”
With a “pa” sound, the Lenticular Butterfly that originally had no power to resist suddenly raised its hand and grabbed onto the long sword’s body. Her hands were very beautiful, very white and delicate, and her fingers were very long. However, the moment she gripped the sword, blood began to flow from her white palm.
“You … “Damn it!”
Red light suddenly flashed in the Lenticular Butterfly’s eyes, followed by her transformation. Her body turned transparent and disappeared in an instant. In the next second, the white-clothed monk was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then his body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.
“Interesting …”
He said those three words before raising his hand and placing the sword horizontally across his neck. And the Lenticular Butterfly that had disappeared earlier appeared behind him. One hand grabbed the white-clothed monk’s hand, the other pushed his head forward, and then the hand that held the sword fiercely pulled.
With a “pfft”, the sword cut open the white-clothed monk’s neck, causing blood to spurt out like a fountain.
The white-clothed monk’s body weakly fell to the ground, but his expression was abnormally calm. He fell to the ground and raised his hand to cover his neck, as if to block the gushing blood. But the artery had been cut open and he couldn’t stop it. But from the looks of it, he did not seem to be in pain at all, he was just lying on the ground with his head raised, looking at the Lenticular Butterfly.
“Is it fun?”
He suddenly asked and then jumped up, laughing to the point of dancing. The wound on his neck was still bleeding, but he looked fine. He seemed extremely happy as he laughed and coughed. When he coughed, more blood gushed out from his blood vessels, staining his monastic robe red and his shoes red.
“Hahahaha, this is so funny.”
There was a cut on his neck, but he could still speak.
“So fun, I’m going to die from laughter. How was my acting at that moment? Do you think I’m dying? ”
He pressed his body forward and spread out his hands, “But I’m not dead yet, hahahaha...” “You cut me on the neck, but I’m still bleeding, but I’m not dead! Hahahaha …”
He suddenly stood up straight and actually took ouack of needle and thread, and started to thread the needle in front of An Zheng and the others. After that, he sewed his own neck with some difficulty, “So troublesome, do you know how difficult it is for me to make a leather bag like this? “It’s been cut so long …”
He glanced at the Lenticular Butterfly: “In a while, I will also cut your beautiful little neck so long.”
An Zheng did not make a move because he realized that something was off. This monk seemed like a madman, but he was definitely not a madman.
“It hurts, it hurts.”
The white-clothed monk used a needle to stitch his neck. Because he couldn’t see it, the stitches were in a mess. The flesh on his neck was torn and twisted, making him look extremely disgusting. He finally managed to sew it up, then threw his sewing bag aside and looked down at his hands. “Why didn’t you do it? When I was sewing on my neck just now, it was such a good opportunity to kill me. ”
“Is it because I’m worried that I have other tricks?”
He suddenly started laughing again, from head to toe, as if he had just told a particularly ridiculous joke. However, those who heard the joke did not laugh, but he could not stand it any longer. He was laughing so hard that the wound he’d just sewn up on his neck split open and blood spurted out as if from a water gun.
“Hahahahaha …”
He laughed until he was out of breath and said, “I really have some tricks up my sleeve, the two of you... Hahahahaha, no one could tell. ”
He suddenly stood up, and then pointed behind An Zheng and the others: “Look, that’s my scheme. “I am a man of my word. Everyone on this mountain will die, but only I will not die. Hahahaha.”
Da Jiba suddenly turned around and looked down the mountain. Several white-clothed monks appeared, each of them carrying two of their disciples, and those disciples were covered in blood. They were clearly not dead yet, but everyone of them looked injured. The few white-clothed monks walked up, and the disciples moaned along the way.
The white-clothed monk that was standing in front of An Zheng and the others laughed and fell to the ground, slapping the ground with his hands. Ha ha-ha ha, do you see the blood running down my neck? That isn’t mine at all, hahahaha … You idiots, you were played around by me. ”
He sat up straight and pulled the thread from his neck. When he pulled, blood gushed out. In the distance, a white-clothed monk tossed a disciple over. That disciple was lying on the ground witole in his heart. The moment he pulled at the thread on his neck, blood began to flow from the disciple’s chest.
“Hahahahaha …” No way, no way, I’m about to die from laughter … Cough cough cough cough … Is it fun? ”
He suddenly stopped laughing and sat there looking at An Zheng and the others. “Do you guys think it’s fun? If you guys think it’s fun, then just smile. If you guys don’t laugh … I’m going to start killing people. ”
His tone suddenly became cold, and the entire mountain seemed to be covered in ice and snow.
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