Picked a Killer as My Wife

The monk who suddenly appeared, suddenly moved his hands.

Jiang Xiaole was about to take precautions, and found that the light emitted by the flying wooden sticks and prayer beads was not directed at him, but shrouded in a ghost soldier not far away.

After the ghost soldiers were shrouded in the brilliance of the pure Buddhism, Jiang Xiaole asked, "What is the little master doing?"

Jiang Xiaole promised Zhao Desheng to keep these ghost soldiers. Now facing the monk's attack, Jiang Xiaole naturally wants to fulfill what he said, and he wants to stop the monk.

The monk saw Jiang Xiaole stand up, clearly wanting to stop him, looked at it suspiciously, and then slowly said: "Duhua."

Jiang Xiaole was a little surprised. This little monk was not dumb, so why hadn't he been talking before? Jiang Xiaole thought of a very unique technique.

Just now, the moment the little monk spoke, Jiang Xiaole felt a special energy fluctuation. The moment that fluctuating feeling came, the target was not him Jiang Xiaole, but it also made his mind feel a special shaking. , The feeling of almost falling out is terrible.

As the target of Zhao Desheng’s subordinates, several ghost soldiers in the distance, under Jiang Xiaole’s attention, their figure became transparent, and slowly faded, the hideous face began to become soothed, terrifying ghost features It became the appearance of Zheng Zang, his body also changed, and he returned to his human appearance bit by bit.

As it became more transparent, the ghost shadow was gone, and it was really lost.

This feeling made people very scared. Jiang Xiaole was a little scared. He was about to fight back just now, but fortunately he stopped in time.

"What did you just do?" Jiang Xiaole asked the monk nervously. The monk politely bowed Jiang Xiaole's hands together, and then stopped talking.

Jiang Xiaole stared at his mouth, more and more sure of his own thoughts.

"Follow Dafa?"

Jiang Xiaole said in shock. The monk nodded and smiled confidently on his peaceful face. He is a very pure person. He smiles when he is happy, and he doesn't look at it when he is unhappy, that kind of straightforward feeling. , So that Jiang Xiaole thought that he was touching a piece of white paper.

Speaking the law follows the Dafa, that is not something that ordinary cultivators can master. There is a similar spell in Buddhism called the Six-character Proverbs of the Buddha.

It is one of the spells of prophecy, and it is also an absolute spell of prophecy.

This kind of spell can use words to control your life and death, old and young, health and sickness, etc. It is a powerful spell that will be controlled by the spell if your cultivation level is not enough to resist the power of the spell.

Such a spell can only be mastered by a particularly powerful monk, and it is not easy for a monk to use it to speak out the spell, because once the spell has deviations and backlashes, the power of the law will fall on the caster’s Body, causing the same terrible consequences.

The little monk in front of him obviously didn't have that great ability, nor was he a particularly powerful monk. Who would have thought that he would use such a spell, a monk in the late Yuan Ying stage, wouldn't he know life and death?

Moreover, speaking methods and spells generally require special casting. This monk does not speak, and does not need to use methods. As long as he opens his mouth, it will be effective. What kind of practice is this?

It is naturally impolite to ask others. Those who are cultivators can’t do that. Jiang Xiaole knew that he was unusual. When Jiang Xiaole was observing the little monk, the little monk was watching Zhao Desheng. It seemed that he wanted to save Zhao Desheng. When it was transformed, Jiang Xiaole quickly stood in front of Zhao Desheng: "I have something to ask him. Master, please help me."

The monk did not save Zhao Desheng, but stood aside holding a stick and a Buddhist bead in his hand, waiting for Jiang Xiaole.

Jiang Xiaole looked at him so close, and looked at Zhao Desheng, who was trembling with fright. After inputting some yin to him, he said: "Your enemy is Gu Changqiu. What hatred do you have, and what are the intersections between you? I'll make it clear."

Zhao Desheng hid tightly behind Jiang Xiaole, not daring to expose his body in front of the little monk at all, as if he felt the breath of the little monk, it would make him feel like he was dying.

"You, you must never let me see him." He pointed to Jiang Xiaole's back, Jiang Xiaole let out a hum, Zhao Desheng said: "Gu Changqiu killed my brother, and all of our brothers in the camp were killed by him. Those who killed them became ghosts after we died. No, we are not ghosts, then what are we? We are not dead, we live but we are irrational, we die but cannot enter reincarnation. He Gu Changqiu has been there for thousands of years He has been controlling us, we are the walking dead under his hands..."

Because of the long time, Zhao Desheng’s head turned into a ghost and became unconscious, so many things he said were incomplete and not very clear. Jiang Xiaole listened carefully, and through the meaning between his words, The things between his words are slowly connected together to form a complete story.

And this story is a world background story of the crystal coffin.

After the appearance of the little monk, Zhao Desheng brought huge invisible pressure. As long as Jiang Xiaole moved his body, he would be terrified of fear. Therefore, Jiang Xiaole's questioning was really simple. What Zhao Desheng said was also extremely active.

The crystal coffin was originally established by a mortal family, a country in the mortal world, this continent is different from another continent, and cultivators will participate in the struggle between mortals.

In countries with a background of cultivators, when there is a fight, it is not the cultivators who die first, but the mortals. They are the cannon fodder who charge at the forefront and consume a bit of spiritual power.

Once again in the battle for resources, Gu Changqiu secretly brought some soldiers to a secret base. After just a short year, when those soldiers appeared on the battlefield again, they became a group of magicians. The cultivator.

"One year? Ordinary people have become cultivators? Will they still cast spells?" Jiang Xiaole felt that there was something wrong with this, so he interrupted Zhao Desheng's conversation: "Are you sure those people have become cultivators?"

Zhao Desheng said with certainty: "Yes, they all know spells. They are very powerful in the war, and all of them feel terrifying."

"Really? Do you know their cultivation base?"

"Seventh or eighth floors in the smart period, and some of them have reached the completion of the smart period."

Jiang Xiaole was stunned.