The Game of Demon Hunter

"That's why you avoided the direction of 'Yama' kneeling?" The monk maintained his metalization: "For hundreds of years, you have been suppressing 'Yama' with such a heart?"

The old monk didn't speak, but his face said everything.

"What about you, why did you give up your duty to suppress 'Yama'?" Master Sanzang turned his gaze to Yong Ye, and asked in a questioning tone, which made Yong Ye a little afraid to look at each other.

Seeing the situation below, Tang Sanzang felt much more at ease. Originally, he thought that the monks from Yingcang Temple were lured by evil things and fell into depravity.

Now it seems that he is just a master with spiritual weakness, a disciple who has transformed from good order to evil order.

Companions who have seen too many camp changes, Master Sanzang has no waves for such changes.

In the words of those people, it doesn't matter whether a cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat.

"He found out that when the Song Dynasty established Wangxiang City, it was the secret that it planned to build a prison for 'Yama'." The old monk floated a few steps forward: "It was originally a secret, but later the monks in the temple Most died of disease or old age, and I had to tell him the truth."

"The people of the Song Kingdom burned the remains of the warrior monks of the Yingzhang Temple to ashes and entangled them in the city wall, so that the ghost of 'Yama' could not leave, and could only be confined in Wangxiang City!" Yong Ye said with a sneer: " My brothers and sisters in the same school all ended up like this, hmph, even the residents of Wangxiang City are sacrifices to 'Yama'!"

"Such a ruthless and unjust country, why do I still have to sit dead and suppress evil things for it?" Yong Ye's emotions agitated: "Why can't I live freely? Why am I restricted here? Why did the people in Xiangcheng bear these sufferings on behalf of the entire Song Kingdom?"

"Then you go!" The monk Feng Wuyi finally stumbled to find this place, and eavesdropped outside for a long time.

He encountered bald-headed monks a few times along the way, and finally seized the opportunity to kill one. When he got closer, it turned out to be a mummy!

Feng Wuyi felt nauseated when he thought of fighting with a mummy and almost kissing him just now.

"You actually used the corpse of your fellow apprentice brother as a puppet?" Feng Wu threw in a head with dried skin and muscles, and rolled all the way to Yong Ye's feet.

"It's much better than the ending of being ground into powder and pasted on the wall!" Yong Ye bowed to the head, and lifted the dried head from the ground: "Master, look, this is your most promising disciple, Wu Ying , before he dies, please ask me to send his body back to his hometown for burial if he has the chance."

"You lied to all of us, Song Guo lied to all of us!" Yong Ye put his head outside the barrier, and let those empty eyes look directly at his master: "You explain to him yourself!"

Monk Tang Sanzang glanced at his apprentices, smiled, and made a gesture that you can tell. He knew that these people's hearts were far stronger than they looked.

"You're just too hypocritical!" Feng Wu walked in with a big stride, pointed at the strong man who was most likely to be in the legendary realm and said loudly: "Isn't it just four million people! It's been hundreds of years! There’s nothing you can’t let go of! Back then, that peacock king had bad intentions!”

"Does he have no idea how his own country perished? With a large group of refugees, he didn't want to clean up the team by himself and do a good job of isolation, did he still think about dragging Tang into the water?" Feng Wuyi knocked unceremoniously. Looking at the invisible barrier: "You open the door! I'll go in and talk to it!"

The old monk who said these few words was dumbfounded, his face full of confusion.

"Besides, how much is four million?" Feng Wuyi scolded loudly: "Who won't die in a war? You haven't looked at us, he will scare you to death when he comes! Let me tell you, Song is different now. In the past, we are not afraid of anything! You open the door, let that bullshit 'Yama' go home, and you see how we clean it up!"

With a big bald head on his head, Feng Wuyi smashed the barrier with a bang, with an attitude of reluctance.

As if responding to him, there was a vibration from the ceiling, and a lot of rubble fell.

And 'Yama' suddenly emitted ten times more black silk threads than before, and the black smoke billowed for a while, spreading upwards continuously!

"Damn, old monk, are you serious?" Feng Wuyi was a little flustered: "Just let it go without even saying hello?"

The old monk didn't have time to talk to Feng Wuyi. Master Tang Sanzang said: "Oops! This is the city wall being destroyed! The grievances in 'Yama' are pouring out. I can't hold it for long. The population of Wangxiangcheng Too little to satisfy the appetite of 'Yama' at all."

"It's God's will!" Yong Ye laughed, turned around and disappeared into the dark tunnel, and echoes kept coming: "It's God's will! Li Xuanbai, wait for me!"

"Master, what will be the worst outcome?" Tang Sanzang asked unhurriedly.

The old monk sighed: "The worst result is that 'Yama' will gradually fade away. It was originally composed of the resentment of the last Peacock King and the millions of souls. Cross the ocean, return to the Song Dynasty, choose a city with a high population, condense the entity again, and cholera the world."

Tang Sanzang recalled those people who changed the world back then, and felt that the problem was not big.

Feng Wuyi heard Yang Yuefan talk about the fact that there were too many people in the Loess area, and he felt that the problem was not a big deal.

"Oh, if that's the case, don't bother me anymore." Master Sanzang turned his head and left.

Feng Wuyi followed his master step by step: "Master, when will you teach me something else, see if I performed well this time..."

The master and the apprentice disappeared into the tunnel just like that, leaving only the old monk with a confused face, feeling that this world is not as simple as before.

"Old friend, do you really want to go back and have a look? Wangxiangcheng, Wangxiangcheng, just here quietly looking in the direction of your hometown, wouldn't it be good to disappear into this world with me? You know, I couldn't do it back then Let you pass." The old monk looked at 'Yan Mo' with a smile, and his face gradually became ferocious: "Since the obsession is so deep, I have to go back to the Central Plains. Back then, I could kill all your people. , can kill again now! You shouldn't be so greedy!"

The glass statue of 'Yama' who was kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head strangely, and looked at the monk with a funny smile, as if he was mocking the other party's innocence, as well as his own ending.