Chapter 265

"It's delicious. It's really good. Young martial nephew, the devil's soul fragment is a big tonic. Would you like to try it?" the fat monk grabbed the so-called soul fragment, moved and immediately chased the distant night owl.

While chasing, he roared: "doodle, you devil, no matter how you escape, you can't escape the Buddha's five finger mountain. It's better to let the Buddha eat it. If the Buddha becomes a Buddha someday, you'll be lucky to be a part of the Buddha."

At the moment, the shadow body of the night owl has shrunk by a third. Presumably, the shrunk part has been eaten by the fat monk.

"Wild monk, you practice both Buddha and devil. You still practice such authentic and evil magic skills. You must not be tolerated by Buddhism. Hahaha, you will die, you will die, and you will be burned by the karma of your Buddhism." the rough voice of the night owl resounded through the sky.

The little monk below, with a dull face, looked at the fat monk who ate red in the air with unbelievable eyes. His body in flight stopped unconsciously. Anyway, he couldn't believe that the martial uncle in front of him still practiced magic skills. Wouldn't that be, wouldn't he become a member of the demon family.

Song Fei, who was far away, also had a cold in his heart. He remembered that Huan Huazhu told him that normal human friars could not practice the magic family skills. Then why was the monk in front of him said by the demon king that he had practiced the authentic magic skills? Is this a man or a devil?

Subconsciously, he took a look at the little monk who was still standing in the void. At the moment, the little monk's eyes were dull and stared at the front, as if his soul had been lost.

Song Fei understands that in the little monk's heart, there is a profound Buddha nature. Buddha is Buddha and devil is devil. He has always been clearly separated. At the moment, the performance of the fat monk can be said to have completely broken the little monk's belief. I'm afraid this degree of injury is more serious than the physical injury.

Song Fei has always been very fond of the little monk, simple and kind. When he remembered the moment when he knew he was going to sacrifice his life to get rid of the devil, even though he was very frightened, his eyes like a clear spring were still clear and flawless. He used his great perseverance to overcome the fear of reason and showed Song Fei his fearless spirit.

Song Fei also began to really understand the meaning of fearlessness. It is not that there is no fear, but that even if his heart is full of fear, he should go ahead for the faith in his heart, even if he is broken to pieces.

In his previous life, Song Fei had no fear and regarded death as nothing. Only then did he dare to be alone and go deep behind the enemy. Even in the face of thousands of troops and horses, he could be calm. That kind of realm is very rare.

But now Song Fei can't do it. If his heart is full of fear, he can't move forward like a little monk.

This is a different realm, and the realm of the little monk sacrificing himself for others makes Song Fei feel more real and close to human nature. This is a glory of human nature, and he has never owned it in his previous life or this life.

Song Fei couldn't help but want to comfort him in the past. Only then did he notice that he was just the queen of a magic blood ant. In the past, let alone comfort, it was good not to scare the little monk to cry.

Comfort, comfort? Song Fei thought of the word comfort, and suddenly his heart moved.

"Hehe, why should I worry about whether the fat monk practices Buddhism or magic skills? Does it make sense? Wushizong practices Taoism orthodoxy and doesn't regard life as nothing. The fat monk has practiced magic skills, but he can remove the great harm of the demon king for me. It's magic, Tao and Buddha. What's the significance?"

"What is really summed up in Buddhism, Taoism and demons is just people's nature. Killing innocent people indiscriminately is for demons. Let it be. Ask for immortality. That's Tao. Cultivate your heart and do good to the world. That's Buddha. If you cultivate magic skills and practice Buddha's nature, you are Buddha. Like Murong Xue and long Fengyang, you kill people at will and respect yourself. For themselves, they are different from the demon family What's the difference? "

Thinking of this, Song Fei also began to be relieved. Then he ignored the little monk and commanded the army of demon blood ants to chase after the demon king. As for comforting the little monk, I'd better wait until I leave the customs.

The huge demon blood ant army immediately dispersed and chased the devil king in the direction of escape.

"Hahaha, the little devil is good. Come to the Buddha and let him clean you up." the fat monk laughed proudly while eating the soul fragments of the demon king night owl

The devil turned into a shadow at a very fast speed. In a short time, he had reached the edge of the devil's territory. There were mountains and rocks here, and there were black strange rocks everywhere, which looked very messy. The dark shadow made by the devil rushed to the top of the place and immediately drilled into the rocks below.

"Hahaha, demon king boy, you can't run away. Be the Buddha's dessert." the fat monk began to hold the wine gourd in one hand and the soul fragment of the night owl in the other hand. After biting a black soul fragment, he looked up and drank. During drinking, he made a happy sound of "grunting".

"Ha ha ha, monk, I will destroy your whole sect and slowly crush your soul to avenge today when the King returns." after saying that, the black figure of the night owl immediately fell down towards the rocky area below.

The fat monk's wine gourd was immediately frozen in his hand, then jumped up heavily and patted his thigh, with an expression of extreme regret: "lost, lost, I didn't expect that there was space to break in the demon realm and connect with the demon world, little demon king. Don't mess around. After you go in, you will flow in the void. Maybe you can't run out for hundreds of millions of years."

"Bald donkey, I will kill you all and eat your soul. This hatred will not disappear for billions of years." with the whereabouts of the black figure, the voice of the demon king night owl gradually disappeared, and suddenly disappeared among the jagged rocks.

"Alas, I've lost, I've lost. I would have done better if I had known. The evil spirit here is so strong that I should have guessed that it should be connected to the devil world." looking at the disappearing shadow, the fat monk shook his head and sighed.

In the void, Song Fei looked at the disappearing demon king and listened to their dialogue. His heart was dignified.

There is also a space fragment here, which is also connected with the demon world. Presumably, the strong demon gas here should also come from the demon world. Doesn't that mean that it is very likely that a demon object or a terrible demon family will be suddenly drilled out of this broken space one day in the future?

It is impossible to confirm whether this possibility is true, but we have to guard against it. It seems that if we take this area as the door in the future, we should not only arrange a strong array at the door, but also the crack in the space can not be ignored.

It's going to cost a lot.

Remembering that the foundation of Qingtian sword sect is too thin and each one has to spend a lot of points, Song Fei has a headache. It seems that it is not enough to get such a large number of points this time.

Lingtian, we must cultivate the Lingtian, and refine our own tools, pills, and food and clothing. Only in this way can we enhance the foundation of Qingtian sword sect and make our life easier.

As long as the source of points is stable and the number is large, Song Fei can improve the strength of Qingtian sword sect in a short time. Everyone doesn't have to look down at his sect like before.

The fat monk looked up and took a sip of wine, and finally ate the soul fragments in his hand. Song Fei guessed that the fat monk should take advantage of the special magic skill to absorb the soul for his own use.

This practice of benefiting oneself at the expense of others is indeed the consistent style of magic power.

After a sip of wine, the fat monk turned around and looked at the direction of the magic blood ant led by Song Fei.

"Amitabha, you evil animals. In fact, the Buddha has noticed you for a long time. How could you sneak into the Buddha so easily? Today, the Buddha not only removes the devil king, but also subdues and removes the devil again and eats the taste of roasted devil blood ants." the fat monk slowly took a sip of wine with a small gourd, and then two kinds of halos of gold and black appeared on his body, I don't know how the fat monk did it. These two kinds of work methods with completely opposite properties are perfectly integrated without mutual exclusion.

Song Fei's mind also began to mention that he could not explain his identity to him. Even if he could explain, Song Fei would not let people know that he had the card of magic blood ant. The monk didn't know whether he was a friend or an enemy in the future, let alone let him know.

"Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing ~" the evil blood ants that originally spread out and surrounded the owl began to gather slowly under the command of Song Fei. If the monk was cruel, he might have to do it again. Just, I hope the monk will not be too strong and destroy his evil blood ant colony. If at that time, Song Fei can only let himself go out and have a relationship with the little monk, Tell the truth and ask the fat monk not to do it. Of course, this is the last option.

The fat monk with golden and black halo suddenly moved, and Song Fei's mind in the ant queen also raised it. Then Song Fei saw that the fat monk turned into a residual shadow and suddenly glanced towards the side beside him. This terrible speed was a little faster than his own wind escape.

Song Fei really didn't expect that this body like a meat mountain could explode at such a terrible speed.

Song Fei's heart tightened, but the terrible speed was much faster than his magic blood ant.

The fat monk's body quickly came out of the queen ant and directly inserted out of the loophole surrounded by many magic blood ants. Then Song Fei saw the figure of the fat monk who showed his terrible speed and quickly swept towards the little monk in the void.

"Little fool, why are you still stunned? Don't you see so many magic blood ants? Don't run fast." when the fat monk spoke, he patted a crisp sound heavily on the little monk's head.

The little monk's dull eyes were photographed by the fat monk, and suddenly it was clear: "martial uncle, those are demons. I'll subdue them soon."

"Run, that's the devil blood ant. You don't want to die." the fat monk pulled the little monk's robe in one hand, showed a faster speed than Song Fei, and ran out of the devil without looking back.