?Jiang Yu, walking on the street of the ancient city, couldn't help but wonder, what kind of place is this?

The two cities have exactly the same structure, even people are.

Wang Tianjie saw his beloved Wanqing again. He knew that all this was an illusion. He forced himself to endure the grief in his heart and turned around and left.

Jiang Yu also met the girl who called herself Mu Huaiyu on the street.

The "Mu Huaiyu" did not take the initiative to come forward to talk to him, so Jiang Yu ignored it and just thought that everything did not exist.

"Why do the same people appear in two cities that are unrelated?"

Even though they knew that these people were all made of skeletons, they were still confused.

It's too weird here, even Jiang Yu's supreme soul was deceived by the illusion.

But the Supreme Soul is still unique. At least he is not addicted to the illusion. The Supreme Soul makes people feel rejected by all this from the bottom of their hearts.

"Amitabha Buddha, appearance is born from the mind."

The voice of the little monk behind him suddenly rang out.

Jiang Yu immediately put down the little monk on his back, and Wang Tianjie said excitedly: "Little monk, you are awake. Use your great magical powers to make the skeletons here manifest the prototype!"

The little monk scratched his head and said, "The little monk doesn't have such great ability."

Jiang Yu said: "In the city before, your Buddha statue was manifested, your golden body was blessed, and your characters were invincible. Little monk, don't underestimate yourself."

The little monk said in surprise: "Has the little monk got sick again?"

Jiang Yu: "..."

The young monk explained: "Master once said that when I was sick, I was indeed stronger than I was."

Wang Tianjie said: "How can you get sick again?"

Little monk: "…"

Are you polite?

Jiang Yu waved his hand and signaled not to continue this topic.

The young monk was extremely bloodthirsty when he was sick and killed without distinguishing himself from his enemies.

It was because the string of rosary on his neck stopped him. Now the rosary is gone. If the little monk gets sick again, he will no longer be able to stop him unless he kills him.

Moreover, their purpose is to find people, not to be enemies with the skeleton army in the city.

As long as these illusions cannot confuse them.

As for other practitioners.

Jiang Yu didn't have the heart to care about them!

Spread the spiritual consciousness and walk through the streets and alleys.

There are also many cultivators in this city and can be seen everywhere.

Basically, every cultivator is surrounded by a young and beautiful girl.

Many practitioners are already skinny, as if the wind is about to fall down when it blows.

The little monk was still kind-hearted. When he saw a young cultivator with deep eyes and no energy on his body, he couldn't help but come forward to remind him: "Amitabha, donor, everything in the world is illusion, dreams and bubbles are empty."

The cultivator glanced at the little monk and hugged the beauty in his arms tightly: "What did this monk say?"

The woman's eyes were full of hostility towards the little monk, and she pulled the young man away: "Dear, let's ignore him!"

"donor!"

The little monk called the young man again.

"Where is your mother, get out!"

The cultivator gathered his spiritual energy and slapped the little monk in anger with a palm.

But this palm was like light smoke, fluttering without causing any turmoil.

The young cultivator was stunned at that time.

"What's wrong with me?"

He has the cultivation level of the sixth level of spiritual energy, and is also one of the best among the younger generation. His power is not so shaking, but why is it not so weak, right?

Only then did he realize that the spiritual sea in his body was almost drying up.

Spiritual energy is the source of practitioners, and all techniques need to be supported by spiritual energy.

The spiritual sea is dry, and it is no different for the waste of people.

"What's wrong with you, my dear?"

The woman kissed the young cultivator's face, her voice soft.

The little monk stepped forward: "Donor, a knife is on the head of the word "se" and the sea of ​​suffering is endless. It is the shore."

The woman finally couldn't help but scolded: "Stinky monk, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"

The little monk clasped his hands together and recited the scriptures with his mouth, and his whole body shone with golden brilliance.

Golden light spreads everywhere.

"ah!"

The woman screamed on the spot and fell to the ground and rolled around.

On the street, all the indigenous people were full of disgust for the little monk, but the little monk's golden body blessing made them afraid to get close.

"What's wrong with you, my dear?"

The young cultivator immediately squatted on the ground and picked up the beautiful woman, feeling very distressed.

"Help me, help me kill that monk, ah...ah!"

As soon as the words came, the woman's flesh and blood gradually disappeared, revealing her true form and turning into a skeleton.

This skeleton is different from the skeleton in the previous city, and its bones are red.

"ah!"

The young cultivator was so scared that he trembled all over, shouted, and threw the skeleton out directly!

The skeleton continued to shout, "Dear, help me kill that monk!"

The young cultivator's mind has long been in chaos.

The movement here also attracted countless people to watch.

“What’s the situation?”

"Why did that woman suddenly turn into a red skeleton?"

The practitioners don’t understand why and have been unable to figure out the situation.

"That monk knows magic!"

In the distant crowd, a woman shouted, "The monk knows magic and turns people into skeletons!"

"Dear, help me kill this demon monk!"

"We must kill him. If this demon monk is not eliminated, we will become a skeleton!"

"Baby, you said you would do anything for me. I want you to kill that demon monk for me!"

The little monk's Buddha light range is limited, and he cannot manifest the golden body of the Buddha like crazy. He can only reveal his true form for people around him within a range of ten feet.

"Monster, you give me my girlfriend back!"

The young cultivator came to his senses and looked full of grief!

He didn't think that skeleton was the true nature. He believed that the little monk was a demon monk and used magic to turn his girlfriend into a skeleton!

Although the spiritual sea was almost dry and although he had no combat power now, he still rushed up desperately.

The little monk quickly dodged away, and the young cultivator fell to the ground with a bang.

This fall seemed to have become the last straw that broke the camel's back, bringing the life of the young cultivator to the end.

He lay on the ground and never stood up again.

He was skinny and his soul broke out.

After leaving the body, the weak soul transformed into a burial crow and flew towards the old locust tree outside the city.

And that skinny corpse, I believe, will completely become a new skeleton in the near future.

"Amitabha……"

The young monk bowed deeply and recited the scriptures again, reliving the unfortunately dead practitioner.

However……

In the eyes of others, all this was done by the little monk.

It was him who turned that beautiful woman into a skeleton, and it was him who killed the cultivator!

"Demon monk, die!"

With a angrily shout, a cultivator of the Great Perfect Spiritual Platform Realm jumped up and a big palm print hit the little monk!
Chapter completed!