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The tall, bald man wearing simple monk robes had his hands clasped together and a light but evil smile on his face.

Monk without delusion.

He's not dead yet.

"You are so lucky that you won't die even if you fall off a cliff." I said.

"The young monk's life was given by the Immortal Duke. If the Immortal Duke doesn't give orders, how can the young monk dare to see Yama?" Wuwang smiled lightly and stared at the old man Zhugan.

The old man Zhugan's face tightened and he looked at Monk Wuwu warily.

"Looking at you, you are at least at the level of an immortal."

"The poor monk ranks seventh." Wuwang's expression was indifferent, as if he was a monk who had seen through the world of mortals.

But having played against him, I know it clearly.

What kind of weird madman is hidden under this skin of Buddha nature.

"Tell Immortal Gong that you don't want this old life. If he wants to take it, take it. Anyway, I won't do anything for him anymore." The old man's eyes were determined.

"Your life was given by the Immortal Lord. Whether you live or die, you have no right to say anything." Wuwu said coldly.

"I've done enough, why does he want my broken body?" The old man was filled with grief and anger, and a sharp paper knife appeared in his hand.

"Either you kill me, I will never compromise this time!"

"The Great Immortal Envoy sent me here because I knew you were too old to be of use and could not complete the task. But I didn't expect that I would actually meet this benefactor and become friends with him."

Monk Wuwang looked at me.

"This world is really small."

The old man's face was solemn, and he suddenly took a step forward and stood in front of me.

"Boy, you go first, I'll stop him."

"This crazy monk is difficult to deal with. There are not many people who have the courage to go against Xiangongtang. I don't want you to die like this."

I was slightly startled.

I didn't expect that the old man would risk his life to help me. Although he wanted to die, there are many ways to die.

If you go against Xiangongtang, you will definitely die tragically.

"Hahaha! Old man, what do you think your few thin pieces of paper can block?" Monk Wuwu laughed contemptuously, his face twitching slightly.

The madness buried in his eyes is about to emerge.

"It's good to be able to block it for even a moment!"

The old man put away his paper-cutting skills, holding paper knives in both hands, his bamboo pole legs suddenly exerted force, and he rushed towards Monk Wuwu.

The monk's eyelids moved slightly, his body posture changed, and he dodged the old man's attack.

Immediately, a string of gray-white rosary beads came out from the sleeve robe.

It made a cracking sound like a whip and struck the old man hard.

The old man was seriously injured by me, and he was knocked out by the beads. He rolled on the ground several times before he stopped.

The old man was in agony and covered in blood, but he was still not dead.

"I'll deal with you later!"

Wuwang gave him a cold look and pointed his finger at me.

"Donor, it's time to settle the accounts between you and me." His cold smile showed the evil and cruelty in his eyes.

"Boy, run quickly." The old man raised his head from the pool of blood and struggled to squeeze out a few words from his throat.

My heart trembled slightly, and my face quickly turned cold.

After all, I didn't do anything for him, I just gave him the paper-cutting technique.

If he hadn't been used by Xiangongtang and done so many things against his will, he would still be a person who values ​​love and justice.

Monk Wuwu gently moved the gray-white rosary beads with his fingers, with a hint of showing off.

"This is the most precious treasure in the world that the Immortal God prepared for me. This rosary is made from the skulls of one hundred and eight practitioners."

"Every bead is filled with their unwillingness and resentment when they were dying."

"I don't know how powerful it is, so why don't you help me test it."

He approached me with a smug sneer.

Just a rosary made from the skulls of ordinary people is terrifying enough.

What’s more, it’s a practitioner.

One hundred and eight.

I don’t know how many people Xiangongtang secretly killed.

The gray-white rosary beads were filled with evil spirits, which were many times more powerful than what they had seen at Wenlu Temple.

But so what?

"The little gadgets you have are not enough for me." But I just smiled contemptuously.

The attitude of not taking that treasure seriously made Monk Wuwu's expression change.

The hand that was moving the rosary stopped, looked at me hatefully, and gritted his teeth: "I knew you had a good baby!"

"I can't tolerate other people's babies being better than mine!"

"Hand it over!"

Monk Wuwang, with deep resentment mixed with the evil spirit on the rosary beads, rushed towards me with a fierce look.

The evil aura of darkness spreads, and the cold breath is biting.

There seemed to be a ferocious ghostly face emerging from each rosary bead, as if a ghost was crying or a wolf was howling.

It's shocking to hear.

"Run." The old man struggled and yelled at me.

Several blood-stained paper figures stumbled over.

But I can no longer just run for my life like before.

Can I still let others bully me now?

I hold a long knife in my hand, my face is as deep as water, and I am calm and composed.

Crazy Monk is great, but I am not bad either. Even today, I may be several levels higher than him.

The true energy in my body circulates and gathers in my legs and hands.

The long knife was slightly moved, as if he was very excited, and he felt eager to try.

boom--

The long knife and the rosary collided together, causing a huge roar.

The air vibrated, and the shock wave suddenly spread out in all directions.

Sha La La——

There was flying sand and rocks, and nearby trees shook wildly.

The rosary was wrapped around the blade, and the two evil spirits were entangled together, biting madly.

Monk Wuwu and I didn’t stop either.

Holding their respective weapons in one hand, the other hand gathered the energy.

boom!

A slap in the face.

Monk Wuwu and I each took two steps back.

The tiger's mouth was slightly numb, but that was all.

Monk Wuwang's face was not very good-looking, and the opposite hand hung by his side, trembling slightly.

And what he is proud of is the most precious rosary given to him by the Immortal.

The color of a few of them seemed to have turned black, and they looked like they could turn into powder at any time.

But the long sword is even sharper.

Under the faint moonlight, it reflects the cold light like spring water.

"I didn't expect you hid it so deeply. Since you are so powerful, why didn't you kill me directly in the first place?"

Monk Wuwu's expression was distorted, and his eyes burst out with deep hatred.

"Are you insulting me?"

I said calmly: "Since you said so, let's just treat it like this."

"You! You've gone too far!"

Monk Wuwu was almost driven crazy by me.

Waving the rosary, he rushed towards me desperately.

Bang bang bang bang, a violent attack like a blast.

Wielding a long sword, I dealt with it calmly.

Every time, Monk Wuwu's attack can be accurately hit back.

This is not only the function of the human leather gloves, but also the reason why my own strength has improved.

The true energy is abundant and can flow to every part of the body at will.

Whether it is speed, strength, or accuracy, there have been qualitative changes compared to before.

Although I haven't really practiced swordsmanship yet, the experience accumulated from many actual battles, coupled with human leather gloves and my strong internal strength, are enough.

Even though I have never received orthodox training, I still combine these miscellaneous things and find a path of my own.