I, Guhuo Bird, am not an umbrella demon, please don’t disturb me

Volume 89: Chapter [-] Disaster of Famine

After listening, Bai Qingyu felt that it was outrageous.

The monks in this temple let a group of children do such disgusting things. Is this considered karma?In her opinion, this is definitely a huge karma, and even lightning strikes from heaven can't overcome it.Putting this matter aside for the moment, cannibalism, or killing cubs of the same species, should be regarded as karma and double the karma, right?

Based on the analysis of what these guys did, a thunderbolt strike from heaven is definitely not too much.

This group of monks already had karma on their bodies. If the wine swallowed up these people, even if they had no merit, they should also have no karma.It's not like she has done similar things before. The man named Li Zhou is also similar. He is also an official. After killing him, she not only has no karma but also has some merit.

Judging from Shuten's appearance, he didn't look like he was lying.

So where does this karma come from?

Bai Qingyu suddenly thought of something, "After you killed these monks, did you kill other people, such as those children?"

"Of course I didn't kill them, I just killed a few guys who like to come to the temple on weekdays. These people's hands are not clean!"

"I see."

It seems that the karma on Shuton's body is not entirely due to those monks, but also because of the group of people who came to "burn incense and pray for blessings." The sins committed by these people were not as deep as the monks, so Shuton had karma on his back.

But no matter how you calculate it, killing these monks also made Shuten pay a price.

For a moment, Bai Qingyu didn't know what to say.This karma is indeed weird and unfair. Apart from this incident, Bai Qingyu is wondering whether Jiutun, the child, will survive the tribulation in the future?

It's true that there are karma, but the biggest danger of this thing is that the power of the thunder will increase when he is going through the tribulation. If Jiutan doesn't need to go through the tribulation, then no matter how much karma he has, it will befall him at most. A little black fog special effects.

"Jiu Tun, do you know what transcending tribulation is?"

"of course I know."

"Then have you survived the tribulation?"

"No."

"Do you feel like you're about to go through a catastrophe?"

"nor."

"No..." Bai Qingyu held his chin with the back of his hand and groaned slightly.In her opinion, Shuten is not an ordinary monster. It can even be said that he cannot be called a monster. He belongs to another unknown category besides monsters.

Demon is just a general term, and there may be other branches such as demons and ghosts below.

Shuten falls into one of these categories.

Then does the category he belongs to need to survive the tribulation?

In Bai Qingyu's view, transcending tribulations is exclusive to monsters. In addition to being dangerous, transcending tribulations can also bring a lot of benefits to monsters. It cannot be said that it is necessarily a punishment.

"You have karma on your body. Don't worry about it for the time being. These karma are not too many and won't affect you. As long as you stabilize your mentality."

"Besides, you said you wanted to become stronger, and I won't break your promise. Just practice boxing in this yard as you usually do. Let me take a look first."

As soon as he heard the word "become stronger", Jiu Tun's lowered eyes suddenly brightened up. The sorrow caused by just talking about the past was swept away. He immediately stood in the center of the yard, took a deep breath, and started practicing boxing as usual. Show Bai Qingyu the method.

When it comes to teaching swordsmanship or the messy skills of the Human Monk Association, Bai Qingyu is definitely not good at it, but Bai Qingyu is quite familiar with the matter of strength.

The technique she practiced was the Demon Sword Technique, a complete set.

To put it bluntly, the Demon Sword Technique is a reckless man's technique. It can be said that it is tailor-made for reckless men like Shuton.

Spiritual power circulates in the body. Most people either explode with swords or use this spiritual power to activate various spells or control magic weapons and throw them out to hit people.

The magic sword technique is different. During the training process, one's physical body is strengthened, and one's strength can be doubled during battle.

No matter how many skills and techniques you have, I will break them all with one force.

Drinking wine in the yard, he punched one after another, his movements were clean and neat, and each punch was full of power and fierceness.

Bai Qingyu watched the whole process with his face held high, and the problems with Jiu Tun could be seen at a glance.

Disappeared in place, and the figure appeared in front of Shuton, imitating Shuton's ghost fist posture and punched out. Shuton's eyes narrowed, and he also punched forward.

Fist to fist, same posture, same strength, but Shuten took two steps back.

"You should have felt the punch just now. The power I used was exactly the same as yours. Do you know why your punch can't hit me? It's because your demonic power is not used correctly!"

"Put your arms up."

Bai Qingyu tapped Jiudun's muscular arm a few times in sequence, then slowed down and punched out slowly. The demonic power like an ink painting was bright, swimming from her arm, following her movements. When the fist was punched, the demonic power was blasted out from the fist as if it had been magnified several times by a magnifying glass.

"see it?"

Jiu Tun's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, and he couldn't wait to punch again according to Bai Qingyu's method of exerting force. It was indeed more powerful.

Bai Qingyu didn't teach Shuton Quan rashly, but just improved his method of exerting force.

Shuten's talent is very strong, almost the strongest talent Bai Qingyu has ever seen. There is no talent mark on his head, only a blazing demon fire.

Seeing this, Bai Qingyu understood that he could teach him, but he couldn't let him follow his own path.With this child's talent, if he followed her path, he would indeed make rapid progress in the early stages, but it would be different in the middle and late stages. His strength would not be as good as the path he took.

This kid talks about the Demon King every day, and he might actually become one in the future.

Jiu Tun didn't know that Bai Qingyu had seen through his future in just one minute and arranged a path for him. He was excited at this time and kept pumping his fists. The expression on his face seemed to be that he had discovered a new world. generally.

Just a few words and a demonstration can improve so much.It can only be said that the reckless man should teach the reckless man and let Bai Qingyu teach Dongqing swordsmanship. That is Chunchun making things difficult for her.

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After Bai Qingyu taught Xiaodie how to drink wine, he took some time to tease Zhen Tian, ​​chat with him about daily life, and stand behind him to braid a scorpion tail for her.In the fishing village not far away, the atmosphere seemed to be frozen, so depressing that it made people breathless.

The immortal fell yesterday. The villagers felt that the greatest responsibility should be on the Son of God. Without him, the immortal would not die. With those useless monsters, they would not dare to attack the village even if they had a hundred courages.

Before they could even discuss how to deal with the Son of God, the accident soon happened again.

In the morning, some villagers went out to sea, but unexpectedly they encountered waves and the fishing boat was capsized. These two villagers were unlucky and were attacked by a shark in the sea. They died on the spot. By the time others rescued him, he was already dead. .

How could the Son of God not predict such a disaster?

"You, pay for my man's life! I'll beat you to death!" A woman cried, holding a stick and trying to beat the son of God.

There were more than a dozen villagers surrounding him, but no one tried to stop him.

The Son of God lowered his head and looked at the two mangled corpses on the beach. He didn't say anything and just watched quietly.In fact, there was self-blame and pain in his eyes. If possible, he did not want such an accident to happen. He remembered that he and one of the two people told him not to go to sea within three days.

Behind him, the weeping woman hit the son of God with a stick, hitting him on the shoulder.

No matter how nice the title Son of God sounds, no matter how powerful his abilities are, he is still just a child after all.

When the stick came down, a purple-red mark immediately appeared on his arm.

This woman was tall and thick. Her arms were as thick as the legs of the Son of God. She cried but was very strong.

Not only her, but also the family members of the deceased came over, including wives, mothers, sons, daughters, uncles and aunts, and a large group of people. You must know that two people who died represent two families. Counting the wives and families of these two men, that is four families.

The Son of God was knocked to the ground, and the people surrounding him kicked him one after another.

They kept cursing and struck without stopping, as if killing the ten-year-old child in front of them would bring the two men back to life.

When I was tired of being beaten and scolded, I remembered that the body was still here, and hurriedly pulled the body away. Then the intermittent crying of this group of people went away.

The onlookers murmured and left, inevitably making sarcastic comments.

As for the Son of God, two will die today and two will die tomorrow. In a few months, won’t everyone in the village be dead?

I took the trouble to invite him here to keep everyone safe, not to kill everyone.

The Son of God huddled on the beach, protecting his head with his hands, his body covered with footprints and scars.

The waves crashed, and the water rose and spread over his young body and then receded, seeming to comfort him and mocking his weakness.

In the fishing village, a monk squinted his eyes, glanced with his hands behind his back, and threw a few stone-sized spiritual stones down. Seeing this, the group of people who had just beaten the Son of God rushed forward, lying on the ground to grab the spiritual stones. They almost got into a fight over the spirit stone.

The friar had a sneer on his face.

He was very weak and could not avenge his senior sister head-on, but he had other ways to make the people in this village, especially the Son of God, pay for their lives.

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At night, the Son of God sat on a stone by the coast, curled up with his legs crossed.

His power of prophecy has indeed begun to fail over the years, and everyone in the village increasingly distrusts him.

The seawater lapped against the rocks, and the splash hit his already wet clothes.

The black mist wrapped around the top of the head. If Bai Qingyu were here at this time, he would definitely find that the black mist above Huang's head was a little thicker, not only on Huang's head, but also on the heads of the villagers.

A great disaster is coming.

The terrible thing is that the Son of God has no reaction at all.

Even if Bai Qingyu really saw it when she came here, she actually didn't dare to care. With such a large-scale black fog, if she dared to say anything or do anything, it would be revealing the secret.

This is not as simple as telling someone's fortune.

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Volume 90: Chapter [-] Huang’s Transformation

Living by the sea and living in the mountains and forests are two completely different lives.

Plunging into the sea water, Bai Qingyu swam deep, and with quick movements, he used his demonic power to catch a big fish. The big fish didn't know its name, but it looked quite good. He suddenly rushed out of the water with the fish in his arms, shaking off the wetness. Bai Qingyu raised the big fish high.

Zhentian and Zhen on the shore raised the bamboo basket together. The big fish was thrown forcefully by Bai Qingyu, drew a beautiful arc and accurately fell into the bamboo basket.

There was a struggle in the bamboo basket, but it became quiet after a while. There were not only fish, but also prawns and shells and conches, all of which were seafood.

Jumping out of the sea, Bai Qingyu walked through the air.

"How are today's goods?" Bai Qingyu put his wet hair behind his head, took the bamboo basket and took a look, "Not bad, there are delicious things to eat today."

She is not wearing a swimsuit but a skirt that she usually wears. Bai Qingyu is probably the first one to wear a skirt to go fishing in the sea, but it's not bad. The skirt on her body is made of a feather, and a single thought can drain the moisture from her body. drying.

"Next time, if you change someone tomorrow, you can do it."

"Yeah." He nodded slightly.

Bai Qingyu has been living at the beach for a full month. During this time, Bai Qingyu fell in love with the taste of seafood and had to catch it every day.

It's a pity that even though we live by the sea, we still don't enjoy the sun, beach and swimsuits.

Especially swimwear.

It's been a month, but I haven't seen the two beautiful girls next to me even once.

For women in this era, let alone swimwear, if they are seen barefoot, they may be dipped in pigs. The overall environment is like this, and even monsters cannot avoid it.Bai Qingyu once told Zhentian about swimsuits and briefly drew them.

The swimsuit she drew is a one-piece one-piece suit that covers a lot of things and feels like a dead body.

When Nai Zhentian saw this, his face immediately turned red and he didn't want to say anything.

As for wearing it himself, Bai Qingyu thought it was better to forget it.

She wants to see other people wearing it, not wear it herself, and see what it means to herself.

With a snap of her fingers, the soaked skirt on her body became dry in a second.

"Come on, let's go home!"

After returning home with a full load, Bai Qingyu was in a good mood.

Humming a tune, Bai Qingyu simply tied his hair into a ponytail. As he was walking, he suddenly saw a young figure walking over not far away. He took a closer look and saw that it was the Son of God from the fishing village.

During this month, Bai Qingyu taught Jiutun how to fight almost every day, or taught Xiaodie how to make clothes. Occasionally, he would go to the Black Mountain of Black Wolf Demon to collect some herbs. His days were not very leisurely, but he was definitely not busy either. .

During this period of time, she did not go to chat with this son of God, and even rarely saw him in person.

Mainly because Bai Qingyu didn't like that village very much, and because of the black wolf demon incident a month ago, her relationship with the people in the village was even worse.

Bai Qingyu still had a good impression of this son of God, but he felt that the child's character was a bit weak and he didn't know what resistance meant.

"Sister Bai." From afar, the Son of God greeted Bai Qingyu.

After not seeing each other for just one month, the Son of God's body was covered with scars. Bai Qingyu saw that there were scars on his face from being whipped out by a whip, his arms were bruised and bruised, and his left eye was obviously swollen and blue.

"Did those villagers inflict your injuries?" Bai Qingyu frowned slightly.

To be honest, she couldn't believe it when she saw the Son of God like this. This child was young but his strength was already established, right?Even if someone with this kind of strength would roll their eyes and ridicule him in the village, he wouldn't be beaten so hard, would he?

After the black wolf demon incident was over, Bai Qingyu felt that the child's status would be reduced at most after returning, but he would not be tortured or beaten. How dare these villagers dare to treat a demon with foundation building strength like this?

In fact, this group of villagers not only did it, but they were also very ruthless.

Bai Qingyu dared to say that if the Son of God took off his shirt, there would be absolutely no good spot on his body.