Chapter 80 Man-Eating Demon Yang Zhen!

The monk wailed for a long time, no matter who asked in front of him, he just didn't say anything else, and kept holding his head and begging Yang Zhen not to kill him, not to kill him.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, several big sect elders and suzerain looked at each other with gloomy faces.

One of the elderly, cold and middle-aged said in a deep voice: "What horrible thing did this disciple go through to be so frightened?"

"Tsk tsk, the wooden sign is crushed to pieces. You must have experienced something horrifying to be so nervous and frightened."

"He just said... Yang Zhen?" The middle-aged elegant scholar stared at the young monk with a stern look in his eyes, and then squatted down with a sigh, revealing a breezy smile. Like a spring breeze.

With such a smile, some strong people around feel that the middle-aged elegant scholar deserves to be called an elegant scholar. He really has a gentle appearance, a good temperament, and even stronger strength.

The middle-aged scholar patted the young monk's shoulder, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, my friend. I am the elder of the Wuxin sect, known as the Wuxin scholar. Calm down and tell me what happened...how about it?"

Everyone couldn't help but nodded. The middle-aged elegant scholar's voice was gentle, and there was a hint of stability in his mind. It was obvious that the middle-aged elegant scholar had put a lot of effort into this aspect.

Under such circumstances, it is necessary for a person to comfort the young monk so that the young monk can get out of the demons.

Wuxin Scholar is also very confident, even if he encounters a person who has been too frightened and trapped in a demon for a long time, he can pull them out step by step, so most of the cultivation methods of Wuxin Sect are weird and terrifying, but not many people stay An indelible demon.

Everyone was waiting for the young monk to recover under the comfort of Wu Xin, but the young monk raised his head and glanced through the gap between his fingers, and suddenly screamed strangely: "Ghost!"

Wuxin Yashi didn't comfort him, the better, the more he comforted the situation, the worse the situation became, the young monk lay on the ground and began to tremble.

Ku Toutuo stood next to the Wuxin scholar, frowned and said impatiently: "This son's mood is too fragile, I don't know which sect he is from, it's really embarrassing."

Wuxin Yashi was stunned, showing embarrassment, then sighed, stood up, and shook his head: "It's strange, how could such a horrible thing happen on the second floor of the Nine Realms Exquisite Tower? Did it lead to an accident on the second floor?"

Ku Toutuo stared at the young monk, his eyes flashed with an ominous premonition, and the irritability in his heart rose like fire, he glanced at Wuxin and said, "Let me do it!"

Master Wuxin nodded and said, "Master, please go ahead!"

Everyone looked at Ku Toutuo curiously, not knowing what Ku Toutuo could do.

"It is said that the Zen sound of La Chan Temple is profound, and this time we may be lucky enough to be baptized by the Zen sound of Master Kutou!"

"As expected of an eminent monk, just by taking a look at it, I feel that my soul has been sublimated."

"Hush! Fellow Daoist, keep your voice down!"

"Why, are you afraid that I will influence Master Ku Toutuo to promote Zen music?"

"No, I want to remind you...don't lick, it's useless!"

"you……"

"Shut up, master is going to save someone!"

...

Seeing Ku Toutuo's dignified expression, everyone stopped discussing and looked at Ku Toutuo intently, looking expectant.

With a strange expression on Ku Toutuo's face, he came to the crouched monk and knelt down, patted the monk's shoulder, and when the monk raised his head in a daze, he showed a benevolent smile containing Zen sounds and Buddhist principles, and was about to speak. say.

The cultivator suddenly rolled his eyes, and fell on his back with a wail, and passed out.

Everyone: "???"

Just as Ku Toutuo opened his mouth, the benevolent smile on his face, which contained Zen sounds and Buddhist principles, had not yet reached its maximum, and then gradually froze, and a look called embarrassment slowly climbed onto Ku Toutuo's face.

"This... Master, did you save him?" Someone beside him couldn't help asking.

The corners of Ku Toutuo's mouth twitched violently, and the corners of his eyes also twitched.

Save your sister, save me, didn't you see that the poor monk didn't even open his mouth? How to save him, save him with his eyes?

Ku Toutuo turned his head to look at Wuxin Yashi with a blank face: "This... this benefactor, could it be that he has encountered a terrifying heart demon related to the poor monk?"

Wuxin's expression changed, and he shook his head: "He keeps yelling at Yang Zhen not to kill him, it must be related to Yang Zhen, how could it be related to the master, come here, wake him up!"

With great difficulty, the crowd pinched the man, slapped him, and poured cold water to wake the monk up. Before he wailed, he slapped him again, grabbed his collar and said, "You can see clearly, there is no Yang Zhen here!" , and no ghosts!"

It took a while for the monk to recover. After seeing Ku Toutuo, his whole body was shocked.

The irritability in Ku Toutuo's heart became more intense, he stared at the monk and asked in a deep voice: "Let me ask you, did you meet a lama like a poor monk in the second world?"

"Meet...meet..." There was a flash of shock in the monk's eyes.

"How is he?" Ku Toutuo asked with a thump in his heart, staring at the monk.

The monk wailed, hugged his head and said in pain: "Eat, be eaten, eaten by Yang Zhen..."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present widened their eyes and took a deep breath.

"Asshole, from the truth, how could Yang Zhen eat people, and also eat the lamas of my Lachan Temple?" Ku Toutuo squatted on the ground and stared at the monk.

It took the monk a long time to struggle out of his inner demons, and he rolled his eyes when he heard the words: "How do I know, Yang Zhen is a demon, he eats people, he really eats people!"

Seeing that the monk was about to go crazy again, everyone hurriedly comforted him.

The monk took a deep breath and recounted what he saw: "Just now, I was defecating..."

"Get to the point!" Ku Toutuo's eyes twitched.

"It's coming soon, what are you in a hurry for?" The monk gave Ku Toutuo a blank look, but he wasn't afraid anymore.

Now that there are so many Jindan stage powerhouses present, and many Nascent Soul stage suzerain elders, Ku Toutuo definitely wouldn't dare to kill people at will.

After the monk stared at Ku Toutuo, he said with lingering fear: "I was defecating...Suddenly I heard the sound of fighting, and when I looked up, I saw Yang Zhen cut off a lama's arm!"

"What?" Ku Toutuo's whole body trembled, a gloomy murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he swept the audience: "What did you say? Say it again?"

The monk squinted at Ku Toutuo, and said with a look of fear: "Master, don't scare me. Compared with Yang Zhen, you look so cute!"

But...cute?

Rao Ku Toutuo was so furious that he almost burst out when he heard this, he snorted coldly and asked in a low voice: "What did Yang Zhen do to scare you like this?"

The monk trembled all over, and muttered to himself: "Yang Zhen, he... he is a devil, a man-eating maniac. After he cut off the lama's arm, his eyes turned green, and he hugged his arms and ran away excitedly." , laughing while running, as if... as if he was gnawing on the flesh on his arm, the lama was too miserable, he chased after him, yelling while chasing... Yang Zhen...you pay me back arm……"

The surrounding people were horrified, especially the monk who learned the sound of the cloud ring sound vividly. Many timid women turned pale and let out bursts of exclamation.

"Yang Zhen, this evil obstacle!" With a bang, Ku Toutuo stepped on the ground into a huge pit.

In the crowd, Hua Youyue and Tan Fenglie looked at each other with weird faces.

Yang Zhen is a man-eating maniac?

This is simply a fantasy, it is nonsense, but what the monk said is too true, the scene of Yang Zhen holding his arm while running and gnawing is vivid in my memory.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and everyone felt their arms were chilly, as if something was gnawing on them.

...

At the same time, in the second-level world, Yang Zhen squatted behind a large rock in a valley, happily rubbing an ancient ring.

"Storage ring, I didn't expect to have this thing, tsk tsk, oh, this guy Yunjie is really rich, this is a pill... this is a magic talisman... this is a... potion?"

Yang Zhen stared blankly at the small bottle of pink stuff in his hand, and said with disgust and contempt: "Bah, shameless, a lama actually carried this thing, fortunately he was killed, otherwise I don't know how many big girls and little wives If you want to be cruelly poisoned, no, this thing can’t be spread, and you can only rest assured on me!”

While talking, Yang Zhen put the bottle of pink stuff into his arms.

"It's comfortable now!"

Yang Zhen patted his chest, and suddenly heard a hysterical cry from not far away.

"Holy shit, are there flower pickers?"

It was a woman's scream, and Yang Zhen rushed towards the source of the sound with great interest.