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

When did this farce start, why would I kneel here?

Can't hear, can't hear.

The great monk had difficulty breathing, and the backflow of the meridians in his body made him extremely painful.

With a roar, he pulled out the blood knife from his waist, and slashed at the saint who was running away not far ahead.

The saint screamed, and her head left her neck.

Blood dripped and sprinkled on the skin.

Very happy.

The great monk laughed loudly, his eyes were red, and the blood knife was stained with blood.

One knife, one knife.

With incomparable hatred, he chopped the escaped saint into minced meat.

Happiness, supreme happiness.

The joy of revenge, the joy of killing.

The teaching of Tantric Buddhism is to follow one's heart freely, the Buddha is in one's body, and the Buddha follows one's heart.

As the blood, bones, and flesh of the holy woman were all turned into mud under the blood knife, the great monk felt that his own soul had been sublimated accordingly.

Standing up, the great monk wiped the blood from his face.

Not far away, the saint was still standing.

Are you afraid because you have witnessed your own methods?

Haha, you will become like him too.

The great monk walked over with a smile and grabbed the saint who was trying to escape.

Wiped her neck, took off her head, and hung it around her waist.

The Buddha is with me, and the Buddha follows me.

Free and happy, Dafa returns to the truth.

Victory, victory, victory.

Supreme joy.

To bury my dead apprentices, how can it be enough to die only twice?

"No, don't, don't come here."

"Haha, so you are here."

The great monk grabbed another Tantric monk and swung the thick back of his saber.

This time, a sword block blocked him before he dropped the machete.

A group of unsightly Taoist priests appeared in front of him.

What an annoyance.

This group of Taoists, this group of cowards who bound themselves with clear rules and precepts.

This group of...

……

……

wait... one... wait...

"Why... I will, hear... her screams..."

The Great Monk stopped moving, and his dull red pupils dropped slightly.

He turned his head mechanically and stiffly, looking at the puddle of meat on the ground.

Yes.

It was the minced saint.

He dropped his hands to his waist and picked up the head hanging on his waist.

Yes.

That is the head of the saint.

Why……

Will there be two saints?

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The mad monk was pierced through the body one by one by the Taoist priests and the dragon guards.

Until the whole body was covered with blood, his eyeballs were all red.

The skinny figure became stronger, and the meridians all over his body were condensed on the surface of the muscles like earthworms.

"Ha...uh, ha..."

The great monk breathed hard.

His voice was pained and strained.

"why why……"

He turned his head, only to find that the saint was guarded behind everyone, and she was not dead at all.

Until his eyes were closed, he couldn't figure out what happened.

He didn't know.

By the time the blood rain stopped, the crowd watching the excitement had already disappeared without a trace.

The surviving lamas hurriedly scattered away, after all, no one wanted to blow their heads off again.

Everyone in the Taoist school was still in place, as well as Ke Daoyuan.

Ke Daoyuan never expected that the maiden's first appearance would be like this. He stood blankly, protecting the saint behind him, holding a long sword.

Facing the Daoists, he didn't know what to say.

But the little saint pulled him aside and walked out.

The pupils of the little saint are also scarlet.

She stared blankly at the blood on the ground, and after a long time, she suddenly covered her hands, tears rolling down her face.

"It hurts."

She knelt and sat in the pool of blood on the ground in pain, her shoulders twitched, and her tears splashed blood on the ground.

"What's wrong with my finger... It hurts, it hurts so much."

Grievance, confusion, pain.

"Since I came to Dongzhou, I haven't had a single good thing... woo, woo woo..."

Sobbed.

This murderous villain.

The elder Yu Xuzi of Zhenyang Temple cautiously drew out his sword, walked over the pool of blood, and walked in front of the little saint, with the sword resting on the little saint's neck.

"Where... are you a monster?"

The little sage raised his head and looked at Yu Xuzi blankly and innocently.

"Uncle, who are you?"

"I ask you, where are you evildoer!?"

Yuxuzi drew his sword and wanted to stab him, but his heart was already flustered.

Who would have thought that the saint who came back from thousands of miles would be a killer?

Ke Daoyuan quickly stopped his senior brother, but was pushed away by Yu Xuzi: "I'll ask you about the crime later, let me kill this one first—"

"Monster, isn't it?"

Hang Yanling raised her head, and a smile suddenly returned to her face.

"Just like your ancestors did 300 years ago, right?"

"Varied!"

Yu Xuzi's sword stabbed down, but was grabbed by the grinning Hang Yanling.

The sword cut his hand, and blood flowed down the wrist.

"How long has it been since I was surrounded by such a group of bull noses?"

in a blink.

Dozens of weapons were aimed at Hang Yanling.

Hang Yanling grinned and laughed.

She let go of her sword and opened her arms.

"come kill me."

In the tip of the sword, she turned around slightly.

"Kill me, try it? Try to see if the Longwei behind you will let you do it?!"

How could the people of the Taoist sect control so much, the horrifying tone of this "little saint" made them speechless, when they raised their swords to stab down, the dragon guards all shot together, really like the "little saint" As he said, he stopped the people of the Daoist sect.

Even the "National Religion" cannot compete with the "Prince Guards" in this country where imperial power is supreme.

The general led by Long Wei this time personally pinched Qing Xuzi's shoulder.

The other dragon guards also surrounded the group of saintesses who had just killed.

"General Ma! What are you doing!?"

Qing Xuzi anxiously asked General Ma who was wearing heavy armor: "This woman is obviously possessed by a monster, can't you see it?!"

"The Holy Majesty's order, Hang Yanling must not be threatened with his life, and anyone who violates it will be beheaded!"

General Ma said solemnly.

For soldiers, the emperor's order is more idiomatic than anything else.

Even he knew that Qing Xuzi thought that Hang Yanling, who was protecting him behind him, was possessed by some "demon".

"Kahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!"

Covering her forehead, Hang Yanling laughed out loud.

Her fingers returned to normal amidst a rattling sound, and after glancing at the purple leaf, her smile flickered and turned into a sinister expression.

"It seems that I have chosen a suitable candidate this time."

"you!!!"

"Taoist priest, save your head - next time we meet, I will..."

Before Hang Yanling finished speaking, she plopped and fell to her knees on the ground.

The dragon guards helped her up and looked at General Ma with unison.

These dragon guards didn't know how to deal with this holy woman who could never be killed. General Ma said with a serious face: "Send her to the prison so that she can be taken care of...don't hurt her at all."

"Yes."

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"What is it!"

After the crowd of Longwei and Taoist priests dispersed.

It's on the second floor of the tavern closest to Qinglongmen.

At a table with only one guest.

The girl in the feather hat held the wine bowl with a gloomy expression, and drank it in one gulp.