Look In the Mirror

  Chapter 723 Dreaming of metaplasia

  The moon is as cool as water, and the breeze is coming.

  A figure sits alone on the top of a mountain.

  His back is cold, his breath is cold, and his eyes are also cold.

  In his eyes, there are only a pair of vertical pupils, which reflect the bright moon in the sky.

  It seems that between heaven and earth, only he and Mingyue are left.

  Behind him, thousands of monster races followed one after another.

  Silver and blood, this world is divided into two halves.

   "Amitabha~"

   A Buddha's name broke the evaluation at this time.

  Fan Yuya's pupils suddenly shrank, and the full moon in his eyes shattered into countless silver lights.

  Mi Nian clasped his hands together and saluted eleven times, above the moonlight, a moon-white monk's robe.

   "Because of being disheartened, the old monk turned to the various methods of the human race. It really is a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending."

   Turned around belatedly, but an unparalleled force struck.

  At that time, the tent was opened, and Fan Yuya came out from the outside: "Fan Yuya has seen the younger generation in Longevity Villa."

   "Finally let you discover the right way in the southern border."

  After saying this, Fan Yuya snorted immediately: "Your junior is like this, it's too self-deprecating."

  'Turning dreams into reality' directly transforms the demon body into a human body.

   But He Feiyu who was next to him made a rescue and said: "It seems that the younger generation is here today, not only to enjoy the moon, but also to kill people, but to be a lobbyist."

  Monk Mi Jian chuckled lightly: "I don't know how to appreciate the moon."

   Turning his head to look, it was indeed the smiling face of the little monk.

   "But I thought, it is a great honor to meet Jin Sishan here today."

   After speaking, the body actually disappeared quickly.

  Monk Mi Jian proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Although the monster race has no luck, it has a deep foundation, while the human race is just the opposite. The luck is exhausted, and the foundation is growing day by day."

  In the moonlight, the smile on Monk Mi Jian's face grew stronger: "It's a lobbyist who talks badly, but not a bad guest~"

  Jin Sishan sighed heavily: "The younger generation has never had a question, so I know if the younger generation can answer your doubts?"

   "It's like the big killing temple in front of you."

  Monk Mi Jian said indifferently: "The monster clan is divided into eight parts, and each has a sect."

   "He also came to admire the moon. If he wants to admire the moon, he will appear there."

  There was a faint smile on the monk's face, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised: "The benefactor is very elegant."

  As the arrogance of the monster clan, he has comprehended the way of 'transformation'.

  Monk Mi Jian shook his head: "Ah, the monster race sits in a well and looks at the sky, arrogantly self-respecting, but they know that the people in the world are thousands of times weaker than us."

  "Weak in the inside, dry in the middle, scattered in the sand, although the luck is good, but the heart to win is no longer there."

   Before the 'person' could finish speaking, Fan Yuya disappeared from sight.

   "They are opponents."

  There are only two words left in my mind, 'so fast'!

   "Amitabha~"

   "It's worthy of being the think tank of Longevity Villa, but I can guess the identity of the old monk without meeting him."

  Monk Mi Jian was smiling, but his eyes showed a bit of admiration.

   "Hahaha, based on that sentence, seven of his lives were taken today."

   Monk Mi Jian was also angry when he heard the words: "Human vassal? Hahaha, big guy, he thinks that old man Gao is too young."

   "This person did not practice the method of transforming your monster race into form, but found another way, opened up the way of transformation, transformed dreams into reality, condensed the human form, and practiced the way of people from then on."

  Even the obscure people of the previous generation are not old yet.

   "The ancestors of the ancient Styx could not transform blood into life, and they surpassed the heavens.

   "Amitabha."

   "Wonderful! I got the trick!"

Fan Yuya's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the battlefield.

   Monk Mi Jian's words were categorical and resolute, showing no mercy at all.

   "Even the "Taiyin Lianzhen" passed down by the ancient monster clan seems to be incomplete."

   "Hahahaha~"

   After so long, there is no news!

   "On the other hand, the Yaozu wants to pass through the barrier and retreat into the Shasheng Temple. I'm afraid it's so complicated."

  Fan Yuya was cold-blooded, showing off a heroic figure.

  Fan Yuya didn't even see the monk's moves clearly, his eyes blurred, and the shadow disappeared again.

  Why is this old monk able to transform into a dream? "

   "Only killing people~"

   "So I traveled a lot and visited all the small holy places of the Yaozu, but I also discovered the shortcomings of the Yaozu."

  The breeze blows, and I only sigh that I am really a bad monk.

   "It's the rise and fall of the sky, the ups and downs, your monster clan's luck is at its peak, so it might be possible to restore peace."

"I see."

  The words were said with a smile, but it made people feel chills after listening to them.

   "Killing people and admiring the moon are the same~"

  No one would have thought that I am actually a monster.

   "So, you are a visitor."

  Hearing the answer, Fan Yuya's expression froze: "Young man, why do you know what you said?"

   Turn around slowly.

  As the eighth generation of disciples with the word 'Mi', the disciples of the same generation have long since turned into dry bones.

  Monk Mi Jian's tone was very relaxed, so relaxed that one felt as if he was meeting an old friend.

  But Monk Mijian has not changed.

  "One will grow and the other will grow, and in the end manpower will prevail."

   "Back then, the younger generations were favored by the people of your monster clan, why did you abandon them when you came here?"

   "Lao Na came here this time not only for the sake of the Shasheng Temple, but also for the Yaozu."

  Hearing that voice, He Feiyu felt the hairs all over his body stand on his head.

   "At that time, the old man was full of energy, so he wanted to create an unrivaled and lowest way to reorganize the monster clan."

   "Even if it has been down for hundreds of years, it still retains its heritage."

   "Hey, I thought that no one would remember me after such a young age." A touch of emotion finally appeared on Mi Jian's face.

   "Although the younger generation is famous for your monster race, it is really sad to think that you will become a vassal of the human race." Jin Sishan responded enthusiastically.

   "Why?"

  But Monk Mi Jian laughed again: "Yes, at most he can."

   "Seven, let's leave while this eldest son is still out."

At that moment, a muddy voice suddenly sounded from a small tent nearby: "I once heard the legend of the elders in the clan that half a hundred years later, your monster clan had a descendant of the 'Mirage' clan. Dao transforms into form, between actions, hidden in form.”

  He Feiyu and Fan Yuya glanced at each other, and immediately put on a defensive posture.

  Fan Yuya thought of Ruzuo today, and couldn't help but be speechless.

  Fan Yuya narrowed his eyes, and his steps were very light, so light that he could hardly notice it.

   "The Great Monk visited late at night, could it be that he also came to admire the moon?"

  Jin Sishan's expression froze, I've always been a humble person, and at this moment, I was naturally a little happy when I heard this.

   "When this big guy leaves the customs, he will remember what the old monk said."

"tell me the story."

  From now on, only cultivate the way of sentient beings.

   At some point, there was a young monk behind him.

  Monk Mi Jian was smiling all over his face, but there was a bit of arrogance hidden in his eyes.

  It turns out that I am of the blood of the Yaozu.

   "Little monk, he came here to kill people. If it was for killing people, he didn't kill them just now."

  That's why even though Monk Mi Jian was from the demon race, he didn't have the slightest trace of the demon race beneath him.

  Monk Mi Jian shook his head and smiled: "Yaozu, hehe, the pattern is too big."

  Clean body shape, compassionate face.

  (end of this chapter)