My apprentice is not easy

Chapter 34 Let's fly
Yang Qiye's eyes turned hard, and he ran over with all his strength.

"Save me, save me!"

Jiang Yuehan and the two acted as if they had never heard of it, and their feet did not move at all.

When Yang Qiye saw it, his expression immediately distorted.

"You Fuyaosi, don't you specialize in dealing with monsters and protecting ordinary people? You killed her! She is a demon! A demon!"

While roaring, he approached the two of them.

"If you want to save me, you must save me! I am the official of the imperial court, and I..."

"Oh!"

With one kick, Yang Qiye was kicked flying, fell to the ground, and slid for a while before stopping.

The people behind seized the opportunity and rushed forward.

In an instant, there was a miserable howl.

Jiang Yuehan slowly withdrew his feet.

A look of bewilderment flashed across Li Lingzhi's face.

She glanced at Jiang Yuehan with a calm face, then turned back, and glanced at Yang Qiye, who was blocked by the crowd, completely stunned.

And think, this kick is great!

There was chaos on the platform, and the sound of howling, cursing and beating continued for a long time.

It wasn't until Fu Sulan spoke out again that the chaos calmed down.

"Okay, game time...it's time."

With a wave of her hand, everyone around Yang Qiye was blown away by a force.

Look at Yang Qiye again, he has been dead for a long time, his body is not human.

Fu Sulan chuckled lightly, the brilliance flowing in her eyes.

Then he saw a blurry figure floating out from the pile of corpses, outlined by the water mist around him.

But it is the soul of Yang Qiye.

Water ghosts feed on the essence of human beings, and it is really simple to tear the soul out of the body.

Carried by the current, the soul floated out of the platform all the way, and when it reached Fu Sulan, bursts of black air emerged.

Yang Qiye's face was ferociously deformed, and there was a hint of strangeness vaguely.

Fu Sulan snorted softly, and powerful monster power emerged.

That smear of blackness was instantly defeated without a trace.

Yang Qiye's soul was emptied, and he seemed to have regained some sanity.

He kept trembling, his face was terrified, and he seemed to be still saying something.

But if you think about it, you can know that it is probably just words of begging for mercy.

Fu Sulan supported her chin with one hand, and raised a transparent crystal bottle that was as long as a finger to her eyes.

"You know, what is this?"

Seeing Yang Qiye's soul shaking his head anxiously, he kept begging for mercy.

Fu Sulan smiled lightly.

"It's called the Shengling Vial, and it's a very interesting thing that can hold the soul."

"As long as the soul is stuffed in and the lid is closed, it will become a vial without a mouth, and there is no way to open it again."

Fu Sulan lifted the lid, pointed the mouth of the bottle at Yang Qiye, and shook it lightly.

"See? It's still full of water."

"I found it on purpose. A Taoist priest of a certain line is used to purify the demon water. It is harmless to the human soul, but it will help people, purify the sins on the soul, and maintain the shape of the soul."

"It's just a little bad, it will make the soul in it feel like drowning."

Yang Qiye's soul kept trembling, and he struggled desperately, but he couldn't escape the shackles of the surrounding water.

Fu Sulan was satisfied and smiled.

It wasn't until he had seen enough that he reached out to grab the soul in front of him and stuffed it into the crystal vial.

She shook the vial casually and put it to her ear, listening to the sound of water and howling in it, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

Then he raised his hand and threw the vial out.

"call out!"

The palm-sized bird made of dark green sewage swooped down and held the vial in its mouth.

Flapping its wings, it gradually flew away.

I don't know how long it will fly, how far it will fly, and where it will land.

Fu Sulan looked at the sky with a smile, and she turned her gaze after a long time.

She leaned on the throne, and there was a faint sense of relief on her body.

"Okay, now, it's time to announce the winner!"

After the words fell, the scene was silent.

Because of this result, when no one can save them, it is the only way to survive.

Zong Fu, who was bound, closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he was indifferent.

"Benefactor, this old monk is willing to die to make up for the mistakes of the past, please also benefactor, don't make any more murders!"

Fu Sulan tapped her chin with one hand, completely ignoring him.

"Satisfied, satisfied... that's you!"

A man dressed as a guard was taken out of the platform by the current, and he became excited.

"It's me, I won, hahaha, I won, I can live, I can live haha..."

He kept shouting, expressing his joy.

But she failed to notice that Fu Sulan frowned slightly.

"You are so noisy!"

The water flow instantly turned into a water arrow, piercing through the man's body.

He snorted, lowered his head in disbelief, and glanced.

Eyes full of blood red.

He opened his mouth to say something, but was unable to ask.

The water flow was withdrawn, and the battered corpse fell down and smashed into the ruins.

Fu Sulan let out a soft cry, covering her lips with her hand.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I died if I didn't pay attention..."

She smiled and looked at the others on the platform.

"Then, I have to choose another one."

This time, no one expected it.

In everyone's eyes, there is panic and panic.

"She didn't want us to live at all."

Li Lingzhi looked at Fu Sulan on the throne, and said affirmatively.

Jiang Yuehan was silent, but also acquiesced to this answer.

Zong Fu in the air gritted his teeth, golden light continuously appeared on his body, and was crushed by green algae in the next second.

Blood gushed out of his nose and mouth, and his pupils felt a little dizzy.

"Benefactor Fu, you've got a picture."

"You are competing with the old monk because you didn't ask the reason 20 years ago. The old monk admits how you want to treat the old monk. The old monk also admits."

"If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you. But please... Fu benefactor, let others go, and let yourself go."

Fu Sulan smiled.

Speak calmly.

"Yes, I am competing with you."

"Without you, I would have taken Yang Qiye's dog's life 20 years ago, instead of being blocked outside Linbo City for 20 years, watching my enemy marry a wife and have children, wanton and unrestrained."

"How can he live so well after killing someone? And why, let me and...hehe."

As soon as she raised her hand, a maid on the platform was pulled by the current and floated up into the air.

"Actually, there is no need for so many reasons."

"Just like you once said, people and monsters can only be enemies."

"Then as a monster, isn't it... a normal thing for me to kill a few people?"

Zong Fu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt powerless.

He claims to be an eminent monk, and he has always believed that his actions in this life are worthy of the Buddha and the common people.

But he didn't think that he couldn't even pass the test of his own heart.

He was wrong.

Zong Fu closed his eyes lightly, as if he didn't want to, and looked at the scene again.

He opened and closed his lips and read the familiar scriptures, but he could no longer get the peace of mind he once had.

The Buddha's heart is in chaos, and his years of cultivation... and this remnant body are like a candle in the wind, on the verge of collapse.

Either way.

Zong Fu's body suddenly glowed with golden light, and then gradually dispersed, like a golden mist, drifting away from his... corpse.

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(End of this chapter)