After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

Only this time, he was in a throbbing that he couldn't explain clearly, and decided to go for a walk, which is a big lie.

Therefore, sitting on the horse, he looked back into the carriage from time to time. For some reason, the little saint was in a surprisingly good mood these two days.

She often held a purple leaf in her palm, but she didn't know where it came from.

"Little saint, we will be at the city gate soon."

Ke Daoyuan, who was worried, handed over the horse to the rest of the team to drive, while he opened the curtain and got into the carriage.

The little saint in the carriage was still the same as yesterday, holding a purple leaf, his eyes sparkling.

"Didn't I tell you, do you have to say hello before you see me?"

The smiling little saint gently raised a finger, and in an instant, the icy chill pierced into Ke Daoyuan's body like an awl.

From joy to killing intent.

Ke Daoyuan, whose heart was beating violently, held his chest, breathed hard and said in a low voice: "Sorry...I..."

"Okay, okay, I don't blame you, Dongzhou, hehe."

The little sage, whose eyes narrowed into crescents again, pushed Ke Daoyuan away, and stood on the porch of the carriage, looking at the city gate that gradually appeared.

She raised her hair and tilted her head to look at Ke Daoyuan: "How? I look like this, do I still look good?"

At this time, Hang Yanling put on the saintess costume that was originally reserved for the real little saints. Although she didn't have any saintess dignity at all, she didn't look like she had any killing intent when she smiled like this.

If it is this level, it should be able to hide it from the eyes of the dragon guards.

"Yes, you are a good fit."

Ke Daoyuan lowered his head, stepped out of the carriage and jumped to the ground, slowing down the convoy.

Holy Maiden - going into town.

Every step made a heavy blow to Ke Daoyuan's heart.

This operation cannot fail.

Taoists were waiting for the convoy in the city.

You can't show your feet.

Let this little sage see Dongzhou well...

We must let this little sage live until the moment when he is judged by the phantoms of the Taoist ancestors and his body is verified.

All my efforts are for the arrival of that moment.

Anticipation, anxiety, panic, excitement.

Complicated emotions tossed his brain back and forth, and when Ke Daoyuan came back to his senses, the carriage had already entered the city gate.

The saint standing on the carriage raised one hand, and greeted the crowds who lined the road to welcome her.With the other hand, he gently pressed the purple leaf to his chest.

Her face was slightly rosy, and she whispered softly.

"Is this your choice...?"

"Is this the saint from Nanzhou!"

A loud voice sounded at the front of the team, and the lama who had been silent all this time suddenly appeared on top of the horses in the team.

He has a Zen mark on his hand, and his legs are on the horse's back.

No one could see how he jumped up.

People from the Taoist school hurriedly surrounded him, but they were blocked in front by the burly Tantric people.

We all know that this is the first way to get rid of Tantric Buddhism. If people from the Taoist sect make a move, no matter what the result is, they will lose their leisurely and elegant image in front of the public.

This is not good for them, and they cannot act rashly.

However, this does not mean that the Taoist school intends to sit and wait for death. A few Taoist priests behind the Taoist school who came to Luezhen secretly awakened the sword behind them. Overseas travelers will experience true Eastern State hospitality.

Standing in front of the carriage, Hang Yanling looked at the solemn monk opposite, and tilted his head slightly.

"who are you?"

"My old man is—"

Before the old monk finished speaking, his body standing on the carriage suddenly staggered.

Like a ghost, under the eyes of everyone, a jet of black wind flashed away, and the figures of Lao Dao and Hang Yanling disappeared, and at the next instant, a loud noise stopped the convoy from moving forward.

"Oh!"

The rattling wooden boards shattered, and the surrounding crowd quickly dispersed and retreated.

Between the two horses pulling the cart.

Hang Yanling squatted on the ground, laughing heartily, and stretched her hands forward.

The head of the great monk was embedded deep in the interior of the carriage.

In the blink of an eye just now, the little saint pulled the monk out of the carriage, grabbed his head and forced the carriage to stop abruptly.

The monks in the alchemy stage would naturally not be hurt because their entire faces were embedded in the carriage, but the old monk couldn't believe that he was plotted against by a little girl like this.

Yes, plotting.

Even though their intentions were indeed ill-intentioned, the rudeness of doing so before finishing their self-introduction still deeply angered the old monk.

He raised his head effortlessly, and grabbed Hang Yanling's arm with his backhand: "Are the barbarians in Nanzhou so rude?"

Hang Yanling grinned and laughed heartily.Her hands were caught behind her back, and she couldn't move her body.

People from the surrounding convoy swarmed up and surrounded the great monk, and people from the Taoist school were also ready to attack at any time.

However, out of the center of contradiction, Hang Yanling, who was captured by the great monk, asked softly: "Do you want to try breaking off one of my fingers?"

"what--"

"Vald donkey, let me ask you, do you want to try breaking off one of my fingers?"

Hang Yanling, who was caught backwards, bent over, but shook a few of her fingers.

The old monk's face turned serious, and his heart became ruthless. He raised his hand to pinch Hang Yanling's captured right little finger, and twisted it down with a snap.

"Hiss—it hurts, hahaha, it hurts."

Hang Yanling, who had a broken finger, laughed happily.

"But someone will hurt more than me!"

Bang!

Among the crowd, a big lama who blocked the Daoist sect stood upright.

There was a rain of blood in the sky.

His facial features are prominent, his whole body is stiff, but the part above the eyebrows has disappeared.

That part of the organ was "fried to pieces".

White, red, scattered on the ground.

The onlookers let out hoarse screams, and even Long Wei, who was in charge of maintaining order, didn't understand what happened.

Why, the head of the lama of Tantric Buddhism exploded.

The screams of the people, and the wild laughter of Hang Yanling.

Witnessing this weird situation, the great monk was shocked for a moment.

Hang Yanling took the opportunity to break free from the bondage, turned around, and stretched out his left hand in front of the great monk.

"Come, choose one, and break another."

"you--"

"Hahaha, how about I get one?"

The cheerful Hang Yanling laughed and broke her right index finger without waiting for the monk to speak.

A bang.

Bang.

A finger was broken.

A lama's head exploded.

The screams got louder.

The originally lively welcome turned into a miserable Asura Society.

Even the great monk who came with the intention of making trouble did not expect this to be the case.

His eyebrows kept shaking, and his whole body trembled with anger.

He raised his palm, and the golden light condensed in his palm, ready to smack the wicked woman's head with his palm while the Taoist sect was in chaos.

The villain just smiled lightly.

"As agreed - if my life is threatened, I'm allowed a certain level of self-defense. Understand?"

The villain gently stretched out her ring finger.

A bang.

Broken ring finger.

This time, it was the monk's turn that the two eardrums exploded.

Blood spurted out, true energy reversed.

The great monk suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered, and fell to his knees on the ground.

Hang Yanling, who had lost three fingers, dropped her right hand, completely ignoring the screams of the people around her.

She stretched out the five intact fingers of her left hand.

"Although you can't hear it, you understand what I mean."

The villain smiled happily, never before.

She pinched the purple leaves with the remaining two fingers of her right hand, and dangled her left hand in front of the great monk.

"Choose one, break it, quick."

"Hiss... Phew, hiss..."

The severe pain made the monk's eyes bloodshot. He raised his hand to grab Hang Yanling's neck, but the arm swelled strangely when he stretched it out.

In the meridians, the feeling of true energy flowing backward made him aware that something was wrong.

But Hang Yanling stuffed a finger into the palm of the great monk.

"Choose my index finger?"

"No, wait—"

"Hahahahahahaha, ahahahahahaha, you guessed right, it's the grand prize!!"

Gaba.

Hang Yanling pressed the back of the great monk's hand with the palm of his broken right hand, and forcibly twisted off the index finger of his left hand.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

One after another, dense explosions.

Terrible rain of blood.

In the bloody curtain, Hang Yanling smashed his forehead on the monk's head with a distorted face, his face was ferocious, but full of happiness.

"Five people were all killed by you, five, a total of five. Hahahahahahahahaha..."

"no, do not want."

The great monk never thought that such a thing would happen. Seeing the disciples and grandchildren whose heads exploded inexplicably, he panicked.

After living for more than 120 years, he really has never seen such a scene.

Why?Isn't she a little girl from the Yuan Condensation Period?

How did she kill, how did she do it?