Chapter 402: Buddhism (9)

Everyone first marveled at Fu Yue's soaring strength. How could this demon girl suddenly become so powerful? It was clear that she was still a useless before.
Fu Yue sneered.
Jun Heng is really more and more able to challenge her bottom line.
She was clutching her faintly aching chest, and there was a feeling of suffocation in her heart, and she couldn't hold her breath. The girl's face sank completely, and she said coldly: "You monk, take care of your business."
Brahma put his hands together.
Still that cold coffin face.
The light-colored thin lips are closed together, "The donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the back is the shore."
Fu Yue didn't want to talk nonsense with him.
He raised his eyes and gave Fanxiu a fierce look, flashed under his feet, turned and left.
Seeing Fu Yue flashed away.
Someone was in a hurry and quickly said: "Holy monk, that demon girl is going to escape, you should catch her quickly. You must not let her do harm to the world."
"Yes, yeah, holy monk, this demon girl is powerful, if you let the tiger go back to the mountain this time, she will definitely come back and kill us in the future."
The Xueyi monk did not answer.
He glanced indifferently at the man who had just drew his sword to stab Fu Yue, and shook his head slightly, "How can I cultivate a good way with such a violent mind."
Fanxiu waved his white sleeves.
Everyone felt their feet sink, and then their spiritual power dissipated.
Without spiritual power, this means that people can be slaughtered. This makes everyone can't help but complain: "Holy monk, what do you mean?"
"Holy monk, why do you want to seal our spiritual power?"
Fan Xiu said lightly.
"You have a poor temperament, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to make any achievements on the path of cultivation. I just wanted to attack a little girl, and I only slightly punish you. If you have half an hour of spiritual power, you can climb down this mountain by yourself."
The voice just fell.
The figure of that Xueyi had disappeared.
Leave all the people who complained.
"What does this monk mean? He wants us to climb such a high mountain on foot. Are you kidding me!"
"Yes, the dead monk doesn't know what to do, it's really annoying..."
One ugly face.
Show ingratitude to the fullest.
They also didn't want to think that if it hadn't been for the help of the Vatican, they would have died under Fu Yue's sword.
Inside the huge and secluded forest.
Ancient trees cover the sky, green vines hovering everywhere,
It was already late at night, and from time to time there would be birds singing, or the calls of insects, and occasionally the shadows passing by behind, I don't know what animal it is.
Fu Yue stood beside a towering ancient tree, stretched out his hand to support the branches of the tree, bent over, and vomited blood.
damn it……
Just now, the monk did not show mercy at all. Her power can only be used in a small part of the small world, and she can't beat him...
This made Fu Yue feel frustrated and aggrieved.
Behind her, there was the sound of a branch being trampled off, and Fu Yue was shocked. She turned her head subconsciously and saw the Xueyi monk standing behind her.
"..."
The man's beautiful and clean eyes looked straight over, there was no exploration in his sight, nothing, nothing.
The scepter in his hand touched the ground.
The snow-white robe was clearly dragged on the dirt, strange, but still spotless.
Fan Xiu raised his finger.
Passed a clean handkerchief over.
Fu Yue looked back blankly and glanced at the handkerchief. Of course she didn't answer it, and sneered, "What? Do you monk still want to help them deal with me?"