Shu Yuehen was wrapped in the wind and swept away without any reaction until the wind stopped and threw her in a small valley.
She pretended to have just woken up and screamed in fear.
This valley is very small, sandwiched between two large mountains. Withered yellow weeds grow wildly. The branches of more than a dozen dead trees on both sides dance in the wind. In the middle is a dry river covered with large and small pebbles.
After Shu Yuehen finished screaming, he stood up and looked around, and his heart sank.
There were seventeen or eight female corpses around her. The female corpses died in various ways. Some were strangled to death, some were thrown to death, some had their limbs broken, and some were bled alive and died.
Shu Yuehen identified the manner of death of the female corpses and was greatly surprised by the murderer's cruelty and perversion. These women did not die from magic spells, but were tortured to death by the murderer himself, just like perverts who tortured cats and enjoyed their death. Despair and screams.
"Why didn't you scream? Bitch!"
The murderer sat on a dead tree and asked the question in a gloomy manner.
He looked like a tall, thin young man, wearing a yellow monk's robe, and his rather delicate face became hideous and terrifying due to excessive excitement.
His eyes were bloodshot, and the surge of spiritual energy in his body was no longer peaceful, but very violent.
This monk is about to become possessed.
It was the first time Shu Yuehen saw the monk who was about to become possessed by the devil, and felt fresh.
Not willing to continue pretending, she asked, "Who are you? Why do you want to kill someone?"
The monk in yellow did not answer this question. His mind was no longer clear, and he did not notice that Shu Yuehen's reaction at this time was not what an ordinary mortal should have.
"You deserve to be a wicked woman who beats and scolds your husband at will! I will torture you and repay you a hundred times the pain I have suffered over the years."
He pulled out a long golden whip and whipped Shu Yuehen hard.
Shu Yuehen flew to avoid it, used his consciousness to summon the White Lotus Robe from the sword pouch, and instantly put it on his body. He also summoned the White Cloud Sword, and a long sword emitting white light appeared in his hand.
As soon as the Baiyun Sword came out, Shu Yuehen's momentum changed and he stabbed the monk in yellow with the sword.
Although the yellow-clothed monk's mind was groggy, his fighting instinct was still there. He waved his sleeves, and the dead tree under him rose from the ground and hit Shu Yuehen.
But Shu Yuehen's speed was too fast. She circled the dead tree like the wind, and the white cloud sword in her hand had already stabbed in front of the monk in yellow.
The monk in yellow didn't react in time. The jade pendant hanging around his neck sensed the external impact and spontaneously protected the master, attracting spiritual energy to turn into a cyan light shield to block the attack.
He hurriedly activated the protective magic weapon all over his body, and layers of spiritual light came out, covering him from head to toe, like a ball of light, and even his face could not be seen clearly.
At the critical moment of life and death, the monk in yellow woke up a little and realized that he had arrested the wrong person this time. He was not a mortal woman but a female cultivator.
The monk in yellow clothes now appeared in mid-air, while Shu Yuehen stood on the top of another big tree.
The monk in yellow clothes was shocked and angry: "This fellow Taoist, why do you want to attack me?"
"Why? Look at these corpses. Have you forgotten the sins you have committed? Now your retribution has arrived, so you should die!"
Shu Yuehen held his sword and prepared to attack again. The monk in yellow said hurriedly: "But I kill all mortals. Mortals have such a short life span, so what does it matter if they die a few years earlier!"
This man was hiding in the light shield, like a turtle shell. He made up his mind to hide in the turtle shell and not come out. Shu Yuehen stabbed with his sword, breaking several layers of spiritual light, and several more layers of spiritual light came out to protect him. forward.
This is the opponent that the sword cultivator hates the most. He maxes out his protection, passively takes beatings, and competes with the sword cultivator for patience.
The monk in yellow wanted to run, but he couldn't match the speed of the sword cultivator. He was stopped by Shu Yuehen in the air and returned to the valley.
Shu Yuehen reminded herself to be patient and treat him as a target for sword practice. She didn't believe she couldn't break his turtle shell.
While beating her, she asked: "Weren't you a mortal before? You were bullied by Taoist companions. Instead of dealing with her, you tortured and killed these mortal women. What's the point of practicing Taoism like this? Even if you achieve Taoism and live forever, you will always be Taoist. Is it worth pursuing such a long life when a couple fights and scolds each other?"
The monk in yellow became angrier as he listened: "What does it have to do with you?"
Shu Yuehen deliberately made him angry: "Let me guess, how did your Taoist companion beat you? Did she hit you with a whip? Did she also strangle you? And grab your head and hit it against the wall? Oh, you are Monk, you can't break it if you think about it. And why did you break that mortal woman's limbs? Did your Taoist companion do this to you? She was really too much! And why did you bleed that mortal woman to death? Your Taoist companion Has this ever been done to you? Then how come you are still alive?"
The yellow-clothed monk's face turned black. He could no longer suppress his inner demons and was angered by Shu Yuehen. He no longer protected himself, but used a square golden seal. The square golden seal expanded rapidly, turned into the size of a mill, and pressed towards Shu Yuehen.
Seeing that he had completely lost his mind, Shu Yuehen dodged back, jumped over the square golden seal with the White Cloud Sword, and hit the yellow-clothed monk directly in the face. The Qinghai Sword flew out from the sword pouch, silently, and circled around to attack Huang. The back of Monk Yi's head.
The frontal protection of the yellow-clothed Xiuyi blocked Shu Yuehen's Baiyun Sword, but the protection on the back of his head showed a weakness and was broken through by the Qinghai Sword.
The monk in yellow thought he was dead, but unexpectedly, Shu Yuehen only broke through his sea of qi, and his spiritual energy leaked out crazily. Shu Yuehen restrained his vital parts, making him unable to move.
Shu Yuehen threw him among the corpses of mortal women and asked coldly:
"I want to know who is covering you up behind your back and allowing you to do this evil thing?"
The monk in yellow's eyes turned red and he cursed angrily: "Bitch! You bitch!"
Shu Yuehen thought that he was not good at torture to extract a confession, so he didn't want to endure it any longer, so he prepared to kill him with his sword.
At this time, a deep voice sounded: "This fellow Taoist, keep someone under the sword! This person cannot be killed!"
Shu Yuehen looked up and saw a middle-aged Taoist with a long beard and Lin Jingyong standing on a white cloud and falling from the sky.
That white cloud was the middle-aged Taoist's magic weapon, and he calmly put it away after it landed.
Lin Jingyong ran over with surprise on his face: "Nvxia Wei! Are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's someone else who's in trouble!"
Shu Yuehen looked at the middle-aged Taoist: "Who is this?"
Lin Jingyong quickly introduced: "This is our Zhenfu Sect's leader Wu. He is here to help us."
Head Wu looked at the group of female corpses and the yellow-clothed monk restrained by Shu Yuehen, frowned deeply, and sighed:
"Bai Yuting, I didn't expect that you would do such evil things, and all your years of practice would be in vain!"
It turns out that the monk in yellow’s real name is Bai Yuting.
Bai Yuting ignored him at all and still scolded Shu Yuehen angrily: "Bitch! You will not die a good death!"
Shu Yuehen said impatiently: "Master Wu! I think it would be better to kill this person."
