My female apprentices are all unpredictable

"what?"

In the hazy drizzle.

Hearing Fang Yang's words, Ye Qinghong was stunned for a moment, with a look of confusion on his face, which was rare and dull.

It seems a little silly, and I have no idea what is going on.

Master is clearly still facing each other head-to-head, so how come she is about to trick her into marrying him?

While she was at a loss, Fang Yang smiled calmly.

"What, don't you understand?"

"I said that I will investigate the original incident and avenge you. After everything is over, you can marry me."

"And now, I have grabbed the opponent's tail, do you think so?"

Fang Yang's voice was calm and he looked at the body that he stepped on the ground.

The woman in black was pale, her entire face had been deformed by being stepped on, her cheeks were stained with the cold rain, her expression was ferocious, and even her empty eyes had become extremely angry.

"I will kill you, I will definitely kill you."

"You little ant, you have no idea what kind of existence you have provoked. Just wait for death!"

"is it?"

Fang Yang laughed jokingly, the smile on his face was so playful, as if he had heard a big joke.

In the horrified eyes of the other party, he slowly stretched out a finger. The finger was in the rain, and raindrops continued to drip on his hand.

Not long after, a layer of flame began to burn on his fingertips. A layer of black flame bloomed silently like a lotus without any sound.

But it still makes people feel the coldness of hard work. This coldness comes from the depths of the soul and seems to be able to freeze the entire soul.

The moment he saw the black flames, the man in black's pupils shrank, and his eyes became much frightened. For the first time, there was a hint of fear, as if he had seen something unimaginable.

"How... how is it possible? You can actually light the life lamp and the soul fire?"

"This method has been wiped out in the last catastrophe. Except for those sects with profound foundations, no one should control it at all, let alone your small Dharmakaya realm."

The hoarse voice was slightly trembling and a little panicked, but at this moment, Fang Yang had no intention of asking him. He just snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the black flame fell directly on the corpse.

It seemed to have turned into a thin film, wrapping the entire body.

The rain was pattering, getting heavier and denser, and the entire street was obscured by the hazy mist. Ordinary people couldn't see what was going on.

At this moment, the body of the woman in black was still burning, and the rain falling on her body did not extinguish the black flames.

Instead, the flames became more and more intense.

At first, the corpse was still twitching from time to time, but in the end, it no longer showed any signs of twitching.

There's just a shadow moving crazily in the body, Brother Roar. He was running around, as if trying to escape from the corpse, but in the end, he was blocked by the black film.

The corpse became a prison, and the membrane was the chain that blocked the prison, sealing the entire prison.

"I want to kill you, I must kill you!"

"The catastrophe is about to come. When the catastrophe comes, those ancient beings will wake up from their slumber."

"And you, an ant-like existence, will be destroyed like a torrent, without any room for resistance!"

The roar became more and more violent and ferocious.

Fang Yang, on the other hand, just looked at all this with cold eyes, without any waves in his pupils, as if these were all under his control.

"is it?"

"I originally thought it was a bit boring, since there are so many old coffin boarders who want to be my enemies. Then I can only kill them one by one!"

Snapped!

The last finger snap sounded, and the information that should be obtained had been obtained. Fang Yang was no longer too lazy to talk nonsense to the other party, and the finger snap just fell.

boom!

There were still some tiny flames that exploded instantly and burned fiercely, almost capable of burning up the rain curtain all over the sky.

The corpse didn't even take longer than expected before it disappeared instantly, and the shadow inside was also completely burned to ashes under the blazing flames.

Before dying, this shadow seemed to be unwilling to give up. It turned into a sharp sword and rushed towards Fang Yang, as if it wanted to die with Fang Yang.

But this was destined to be just a dream. Fang Yang didn't even look at him, he just turned and left, and then the flames completely swallowed up the shadow.

A crazy roar filled the air.

……

In Chang'an, in a temple, bells are ringing and incense is lingering.

The atmosphere is so harmonious and peaceful.

It is simply a Buddhist holy place.

But the next moment...

Swish!

As a middle-aged monk suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils instantly turned black.

Dark mist lingers.

The monk's robe was swung violently, and the originally quiet and peaceful hall suddenly heard the roars of fierce ghosts.

The kind-faced Buddhist statues have also become ferocious, emitting a cold light, lifelike, as if they will step off their thrones at the next moment.

Destroy all the believers in front of you.

"Blood Rain Demon Lord, I want to kill you, I must kill you!"

The middle-aged monk roared angrily, and he could feel the burning pain in his cheek, as if he was deformed.

There were also bursts of stinging pain deep in his head, making his face turn extremely pale.

At this moment, how could he not know that he had been fooled?

The Blood Rain Demon Lord probably discovered from the beginning that his soul could be connected with the souls of his disciples.

Therefore, it did not show its full strength, but it was enough to lure him to show up. After he relaxed his vigilance, the other party quickly sealed the damaged body.

Use the soul fire in the life lamp to burn that part of your soul alive, and refine his soul directly to death!

Even though he was already quite powerful, he still had no power to resist in front of the strange flames, and could only watch helplessly as his soul died.

puff!

Spitting out a mouthful of black blood, the middle-aged monk staggered and his breath became much weaker.

He had just woken up less than a century ago, and his strength had not recovered much. Until now, he could only cut his soul into three parts.

Just now, one-third of his soul was burned by the Blood Rain Demon Lord. This was a huge loss to him, and it would probably take a long time for him to fully recover.

But now, it's too late. "Devil, you forced me to do all this. I will let you know what the consequences will be if you offend me!"

The middle-aged monk gritted his teeth, as if he had made a difficult decision. He waved his hand violently, and a blast of wind directly hit the clock outside the door.

Boom!

A majestic voice sounded, like a yellow bell, but it also revealed bursts of weirdness, making people's hair stand on end, sending chills down their spines, as if their entire soul would be destroyed.

The sound of the bells was torrential, like a wave. As soon as it appeared, it swept directly around, and it didn't take long for the entire temple to be enveloped.

There were many believers burning incense in the temple, and they were extremely devout. But the moment they heard the bells, these believers who were still offering incense suddenly froze, their whole bodies became stunned, and their eyes became empty. Incomparably, it seemed as if he had turned into a walking corpse.

Boom!

Another bell rang.

This time, the voice was no longer as powerful as before, but became much colder, like the bells in front of the Yama Palace.

As long as the bell rings, all the dead will embark on the road to death.

"die!"

"pregnancy!"

The believers murmured, their eyes dull.

They were all attracted by the sound of the bell, which seemed to give them the last order.

These people seemed to have revived, and their expressions became extremely fanatical, as if they were going to see the god in their belief.

Without any hesitation, he stretched out his palm and swiped toward their chests.

puff!

puff!

Along with bursts of shattering sounds, these believers actually pulled out their own hearts while they were still alive.

This is simply unimaginable to them. After all, most of the people here are mortal bodies and are not that strong. How difficult is it to penetrate their own chests?

However, the sound of the bell seemed to bless them. Even if their hearts were taken out and beating continuously in their palms, they had no intention of falling. Instead, they held their hearts over their heads piously and walked step by step towards the end of the temple. Walk to the main hall in front of you.

rustle!

rustle!

There was an endless stream of creepy footsteps, and these people lined up in a neat line, as if they were on a pilgrimage.

The expressions on their faces became more and more fanatical, and blood was constantly dripping from their feet. Everyone was muttering the words life and death.

There were hundreds of believers and hundreds of common people, just walking towards the Main Hall without any intention of stopping.

Quiet, dead silence, the temple was filled with only such sounds. Monks dressed in black cassocks stood in the corridor and looked at all this with cold eyes, without any sympathy on their faces.

Instead, he is monitoring these people, and his soul is constantly sweeping over these people to prevent any abnormalities from affecting the master's eating.

at last……

After a long time, everyone walked to the final hall, still holding their hearts in their hands, kneeling on the ground one by one, looking forward with admiring eyes, and in front of them, the middle-aged man in black cassock. The young man stood indifferently.

There was a bit of heartache in his eyes.

These believers were carefully selected by him, and each one was extremely important. He originally wanted to save them for making food later, but he didn't expect to use them in advance now.

And all this was caused by the guy called Blood Rain Demon Lord.

call!

The monk slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, trying to calm himself down and not let the angry flames drown his consciousness.

Then, he waved his palm, and black mist spurted forward. It didn't take long for the hundreds of believers to be enveloped.

As the fog arrived, the believers went completely crazy.

"die!"

"pregnancy!"

"God saves the world!"

They began to murmur again, kneeling humbly on the ground, raising their hearts high.

The moment their hearts were contaminated by the black mist, they began to deflate rapidly, as if the essence of life had been extracted.

Not long after, a drop of blood fell on the palm of the monk in the middle. As their hearts were completely destroyed, the hundreds of believers fell to the ground one by one and died on the spot.

Before they died, they still had that fanatical look on their faces, as if they had dedicated themselves to their gods and died without regrets.

However, what they didn't know was that the moment they obtained this drop of blood, the middle-aged monk stopped looking at them and abandoned them. To him, these believers had become trash.

"The blood of hundreds of believers willingly donated is enough to make up for the broken soul, and when my soul is completely intact, I can awaken the gods..."

The monk murmured, looked at the drop of blood in his hand, without any hesitation, directly stuffed the blood into his mouth and swallowed it on the spot.

Wow!

Waves of wind blew wildly into the hall, making the many statues in the hall become more and more weird.

The monk's pale face returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not long after, there was a faint blush on his face, and he was no longer as pale as before.

It's just that there is still a faint aura of death permeating the body. If you don't feel it carefully, you won't notice it at all.

"Finally back to normal!"

The monk murmured, and his hoarse voice was exactly the same as the voice in the alley just now.

Including the hundreds of people in the previous family of the Minister of Rites, he and his men slaughtered them.

Those people are all dead, their vitality has been restrained by him, and they have been turned into puppets by him, as if they are alive, living a normal life in Kyoto every day, and there are many, many more situations like the one in the house of the Minister of Rites.

It can be said without politeness that without any notice, this Kyoto has become more and more weird. It is no longer full of vitality, but filled with a faint aura of death.

"The apprentice of the Blood Rain Demon Lord seems to have the heart of the Glazed Sword, and he has a blood feud with me. He should be the remnant in that village!"

"Originally, I had planned to wipe out these fish that slipped through the net one by one, but I didn't expect that they would come to me. In this case, I won't be polite."

"I'll send you master and disciple on the road together."

The middle-aged monk gritted his teeth, looked ferocious, and took out an incense stick from his arms. The incense stick was red, and it exuded bursts of bloody smell. It was obviously tempered with blood essence.

After taking out the incense stick, the monk was still a little distressed, but in the end, he could no longer care about it.

With a flick of his fingers, the red incense burned directly. Then, he did not intend to insert the incense into the incense altar. Instead, he stabbed the incense toward his eyebrows, and in an instant, it penetrated directly into his head.

The incense sticks are stained with blood and curl up endlessly.

The statue in the center of the hall finally slowly opened its eyes. (End of chapter)