When Song Wan'er looked at Jiang Su, she felt like an evil ghost was staring at her.
It's the kind of ghost that wants to remove its head and hang its limbs on a tree to float in the wind.
Her body was trembling all the time, and she didn't know how to speak. Could a monk have such a temperament? Then is it right for me to change my mind and embark on this path that will inevitably lead to dealing with monks?
Jiang Su was speechless and just stared at Song Wan'er.
"She saw... gouge out her eyes?"
"But I also let these mortals get what they wanted. I did a good thing."
"We can't let the little senior sister know that the little senior sister is so kind and holds a sharp blade but doesn't kill easily..."
Song Wan'er hesitated for a long time, and finally took a step back. She made her position clear and pretended she hadn't seen him.
At least she couldn't say at this moment that Senior Sister Dong Yiyi was an excellent person, but she could tell her about it when she was alone with her.
"This Jiang Su is not a kind person, so let Senior Sister Dong be more careful!"
Song Wan'er comforted herself in her heart, stretched her hands forward and bent down to salute. She silently looked at the green-clad Rakshasa from the corner of her eye.
"Would she do something to me...should she kill someone and silence her?"
"I don't know if Chuntao can come in time to save me..."
Jiang Su didn't care what the man was thinking and didn't even want to accept the man's gift. She took a Jingxin Pill between her sleeves, and when the slight trembling in her fingertips disappeared, she took Dong Yiyi's arm again.
Several other members of the Shifang Sect saw Jiang Su and Dong Yiyi here and came over.
Zhang Yunsheng walked calmly, and even though he was walking from the ruins, he still looked like a noble man.
"Junior Sister Dong, Junior Sister Susu."
In her hand, she held a transmission talisman that consumed a lot of spiritual energy, and she had a subtle yet sharp smile on her face.
"There's a message from the door. It's Uncle Gu who wants to handle the follow-up of this matter and take us back by the way."
Liu Yunqing followed a foot behind her, holding the sword in his hand. Shen Yunyang followed suit, like a follower of these two people.
Dong Yiyi nodded and responded with a slight smile: "Uncle Gu is out of seclusion. Even I miss him a little."
Suddenly, before he finished speaking, a violent roar resounded in everyone's ears.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
He was a monk. His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes and his face was smiling crazily. He held a long staff and cast spells around him, blowing up all the shops on the surrounding streets into pieces.
The wooden plaque was shattered into wood slag, and the roof was shattered, burying the mortals watching the theater inside.
"This is?!!"
The next moment, this person used a more violent wind blade array to attack several people from Shifangmen.
His feet kept touching the ground, jumping up from time to time to make louder sounds, like an ape in the forest. Every time he comes into contact with the ground, a vine will grow on the ground, and the vine will gradually grow stronger and grab the surrounding mortals and monks indiscriminately.
The mortals were shocked and fled.
"Ahhhhhhh, it's a murder! Run!"
The monk was even more shocked.
"Is he! Possessed?!" One person shouted loudly first, inferring what Jiang Su and the others had not said.
Everyone had serious expressions, and they simultaneously held the magic weapons in their hands, many against one, and took the lead in suppressing it.
Liu Yunqing drew his sword to fight, and Zhang Yunsheng's iron whisk easily restrained the possessed cultivator.
"Why is this person possessed by a demon?" The monks around him came forward and surrounded him on three levels inside and three outside to observe this person at the same time.
The rod-wielding cultivator reacted even more violently and even stepped forward to bite the leg of a monk next to him!
"Why are you so close to him!" The fellow monk who was bitten quickly stepped forward to help him take back his calf.
"Ahhh, it hurts so much! How did I know this guy is still biting!" the bitten monk replied with a grin on his face.
The next moment, with this demonic cultivator as the center, people appeared randomly among the surrounding monks, looking at the sky and howling, roaring madly, with bloodshot eyes.
"Die! Die for me!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah"
The scene became chaotic.
The possessed monk held the magic weapon in his hand and attacked the monk beside him without distinguishing between relatives and strangers.
The monks around the Shifang Gate were also possessed by the devil. They seemed to have the talent to discern the devilish aura, and they surrounded these people who still used their spiritual power.
"Why did he suddenly become possessed? He was obviously a monk who escaped together?" Thinking of this, Jiang Su subconsciously confirmed one thing in his mind, which was both angry and funny.
Chen Zeshen is lying to me.
As expected, the original work contains a plot that turns a monk into a demon cultivator, and it will definitely appear in today's life.
His words sounded sincere and flawless, but they could be mixed between truth and falsehood, and their words were vague.
Damn it, he regretted not digging out his heart.
Jiang Su narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his hands tightly and pressed against Dong Yi's side. Song Wan'er even ducked directly into the small group of Shifang disciples.
At this time, Fang Zhe strode forward from among the possessed monks. He waved the cold-killing knife left and right in his hand, and slapped down all the crazed monks with the blade like sweeping garbage.
He didn't use the blade.
"Fang Zhe!" Jiang Su felt inexplicably comforted when he saw the patient coming, and his hand holding the knife relaxed a little.
It's the trust in this person's strength.
The young girl secretly thought: "People are stupid but not stupid, so what can a group of demon cultivators do? Hehe, this is Fang Zhe, the crazy swordsman who slaughtered his whole family. Chen Zeshen... there is a good show to watch."
Fang Zhe heard Jiang Su calling his name, raised his eyes to look at her, quickened his movements, stopped slapping the demon cultivator, and ran straight towards the girl.
Everyone in the Shifang Sect was stunned for a moment as they were shocked by the strength of this red-robed Buddhist cultivator.
"???He stopped fighting? Why did he come directly?"
"Can't he control everyone directly with his cultivation?"
Dong Yiyi, Shen Yunyang, Liu Yunqing and other sword cultivators did not hesitate immediately. They picked out an opponent of their own demon cultivators with their long swords in hand and started fighting with him in a few seconds.
The black sword gleamed in the early morning light. The Burning Evil Sword evaporated the mist in the air, and plumes of white smoke emerged from the blade. The Wind Sword stirs up the cold wind in the air, and the mist instantly turns into cold dew and the ice blade follows the wind and stabs the enemy in front of him.
Zhang Yunsheng didn't stop, holding four talismans with five fingers in one hand, and wrapping the soldiers with iron whisks and flying silk in the other.
The yellow talisman was floating around her body, turning into wind whirlpools wherever it landed and running towards the monks, occasionally involving the demon cultivators in twos and threes.
Jiang Su took a deep breath and looked helplessly at the red-robed man lying beside him.
What can she do? She is a patient, and she is not so crazy as to force the patient to fight.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Fang Zhe suddenly grabbed Jiang Su's lapel and held him and his clothes in his hands.
"...???"
"Fang Zhe, even if you want to protect me, you don't have to do this...ahhhhhh-"
Fang Zhe's movements were even faster. He led Jiang Su away from the crowd as if he were holding a lantern, and did not stop even after taking a few steps out of the crowd.
"No, where are you taking me? It doesn't have to be this far! I still have to help the little senior sister!"
