Chapter 80: Yang Zhen, a cannibal demon!

　　 The monk wailed for a long time. Anyone asked in front of him, saying nothing else, holding his head and begging Yang Zhen not to kill him, not to kill him.
　　Everyone looked at each other, and several elders of the sect door and the sect master glanced at each other, their faces gloomy like water.
　　 One of the elderly, cold and middle-aged Shen Sheng said, "What terrible thing has this disciple experienced, how terrified?"
　　 "Huh, the wooden signs are all shattered into pieces. You must have experienced some horrible things before you can be nervous and afraid of this."
"He just said...Yang Zhen?" Middle-aged Yashi's eyes flashed coldly, staring at the young monk sternly, then squatted down with a sigh, showing a faint smile, a strong affinity, making people Like Mu Chunfeng.
　　 With such a smile, some strong people around feel that the middle-aged Yashi is worthy of being called the Yashi. It is really a gentle and elegant look, with good temperament and even stronger strength.
　　Middle-aged Yashi patted the shoulder of the young monk, and said softly: "You are not afraid, I am the elder Wuxinzong, who is called Wuxin Yashi. You calm down and tell me what happened...how?"
　　 Everyone can't help but nod, the middle-aged Yashi has a gentle voice, and actually has a breath of stable mind. Obviously, the middle-aged Yashi has made a lot of efforts in this regard.
　　 Under such circumstances, you need a person to comfort the young monk so that the young monk can come out of the demon.
Wuxin Yashi is also very confident. Even if he encounters a person who has been overwhelmed by the horror and has been unable to extricate himself for a long time, he can pull people out gradually. Therefore, the cultivation methods of Wuxin Sect are mostly strange and terrifying, but not many people stay. Indelible demons.
　　Everyone was waiting for the young monk to recover under the comfort of Wuxin Yashi, but the young monk looked up from the crack of his finger and suddenly called out, "Ghost!"
　　 Wuxin Yashi is not comforted, the more comforted the situation is, the younger monk starts to tremble on the ground.
　　 Kutou Tuo stood next to Wuxin Yashi, frowning and said impatiently: "This son's state of mind is too fragile, I don't know which school's disciple is really embarrassing."
Wuxin Yashi looked dumbfounded, embarrassed, then stood up and shook his head: "Strange, how could such a terrible thing happen on the second floor of the Nine Realms Linglong Pagoda? Has something changed in the second floor?"
　　 Kutou Tuo stared at the young monk, an unpredictable hunch flashed in his eyes, his irritability rose like fire, and he looked at Wuxin Yashi and said, "Let me come!"
　　 Wuxin Yashi nodded and said, "Master please stop!"
　　 Everyone looked at Kuantuotu with a curious look.
　　 "It is said that the Zen sound of Lazen Temple is prosperous, and this time we may be fortunate to be baptized by Zen sound of Master Kutou!"
　　 "It's worthy of being a monk, and just taking a glance, I feel that my soul has been sublimated."
　　 "Hush! Daoyou, be quiet!"
　　 "Why, are you afraid that I will influence Master Kuantuo Tuo to carry forward Zen sounds?"
　　 "No, I want to remind you... Don't lick, it's useless!"
"you……"
　　 "Shut up, the master is going to save people!"
　　……
　　Seeing Kuantuo Tu's dignified expression, everyone stopped talking and looked at Kuituo Tuo intently, looking forward.
A strange look appeared on the dry head Tuo, came to squat in front of the huddled monk, patted the monk's shoulder, when the monk raised his head blank, revealed a compassionate smile with Zen Buddhism, just opening speak.
　　 The monk suddenly turned his eyes, wailing and falling down on his back, fainted to death.
　　 Everyone: "?????"
　　Kutou Tuo just opened his mouth, and the compassionate smile on his face had not yet bloomed to the maximum, and he gradually stagnate. A look called embarrassment slowly climbed up to Kutuotuo's face.
　　 "This... Master, did you give him too much?" someone next to him couldn't help asking.
　　 Dry head Tuo mouth corners pumped wildly, the corners of his eyes also jumped.
　　Super girl, super girl, didn't you see that the poor monk didn't even open her mouth, how can she do it, with her eyes?
　　Kutou Tuo turned his head blankly and looked at Wuxin Yashi: "Is this...is this the donor encountering the horrifying demons related to the poor monk?"
　　The look of Wuxin Yashi changed, and shook his head: "He kept yelling Yang Zhen not to kill him, it must be related to Yang Zhen, how could it be related to the master, come here, wake him up!"
The crowd finally pinched and slapped, and the cold water woke up the monk. Before he wailed, he slapped him again, grabbed his collar and said, "You see clearly, there is no Yang Zhen here." , And no ghosts!"
　　 The monk recovered after a long while, and after seeing the dry head Tuo, he was in shock.
　　The irritability in Kuantuo Tuo's heart was more intense, staring at the monk Shen Sheng and asked: "I ask you, but you met a lama like a poor monk in the second-tier world?"
　　 "Meet...Meet..." A trace of horror flashed in the monk's eyes.
　　 "How is he doing?" Kutou Tuo asked, staring at the monk.
　　 The monk wailed and hugged his head in pain. "Eat, eaten, eaten by Yang Zhen..."
　　 With this remark, everyone at the scene slammed his eyes wide and took a breath.
　　 "Assembling things, how come Yang Zhen eats people and eats the lama of my Lazen Temple?" Kutootuo squatted on the ground and stared at the monk.
　　 The monk struggled out of the demon for a long time, and Wen Yan rolled his eyes: "How do I know that Yang Zhen is a demon, he eats people, he really eats people!"
　　 watched the monk going crazy again, and everyone hurried to persuade.
　　 The monk took a deep breath and told the scene he saw: "Just before I am defecating..."
　　 "Say the key!" Kutou Tuo's eyes twitched.
　　 "It's about to come, what are you in a hurry?" The monk gave the white head a blank look, but he wasn't afraid anymore.
　　 Now that so many Jindan strong men are present, and there are many patriarch elders in the infant period, Kuantuo Tuo certainly would not dare to kill people at will.
　　 After staring at Kutou Tuo, the monk said with a lingering fear: "I am defecating... Suddenly I heard the sound of fighting, and when I looked up, I saw Yang Zhen cut off a lama's arm!"
　　 "What?" Kutou Tuo was shocked, a cold killer flashed in his eyes, swept the audience: "What do you say? Do you say it again?"
　　 The monk squinted at the dry head Tuo, and said with a terrified face: "Master, don't scare me. Compared with Yang Zhen, you are so cute!"
　　Can... cute?
　　 Rao is that Koutou Tu was so angry that he almost spit out when he heard this. He hummed and asked in a deep voice, "What did Yang Zhen do to scare you like this?"
The monk shuddered and muttered to himself: "Yang Zhen he... he is a devil, a cannibal demon. After he cut off the lama's arm, his eyes were green, and he ran away with his arms excited. , While running, he made a chuckle, as if... it seemed to be nibbling the meat on his arm, the lama was so miserable, chasing behind him, shouting and yelling while chasing... Yang Zhen... you you return me arm……"
　　 The creeps around the crowd listened to ~EbookFREE.me~ Especially the monk learning cloud ring called acoustics came alive, many timid women were pale and exclaimed.
　　 "Yang Zhen, this evil handicap!" With a bang, Kou Touduo stepped the ground out of a huge pit.
Among the crowd, Hua Youyue and Tan Fenglie looked at each other with strange faces.
　　 Yang Zhen is a cannibal, a cannibal demon?
　　 This is simply a fantasy, and nonsense, but the monk said it was too real, Yang Zhen held the arms of others while running and gnawed the picture.
　　 An autumn wind blew past, and everyone felt their arms were chilling, as if something was eating.
　　……
　　At the same time, in the second-tier world, Yang really squatted behind a large rock in a valley, and happily rubbed a quaint ring.
　　 "Storage ring, I didn't expect to have this thing. Gee, oh yeah, this guy from Yun Jie is really rich. This is the medicine. This is the magic charm. This is the spring... medicine?"
Yang Zhen stared blankly at a small bottle of pink in his hand and said with disgust and scorn: "Bah, stinky and shameless, a lama actually took this thing, but fortunately killed him, otherwise I don’t know how many big girls and little wives To be miserable, no, this thing can't be passed on, only rest on me!"
　　 said, Yang Zhen put the pink thing into his arms.
　　 "This is comfortable!"
　　Yang Zhen patted his chest and suddenly heard a hysterical cry coming from not far away.
　　 "Lying trough, there are flower pickers?"
　　 This is a woman's scream, Yang Zhen rushed towards the source of the sound with excitement.