Arhat's Magical Skill of Conquering Demons Ye Mo was surprised. .
As soon as you hear this name, you will know that it is extraordinary.
In order to save his life, this flower monk was really willing to give me this magical power.
Although Ye Mo already has the Nine Apertures Spiritual Technique, it is obviously incomplete and there may be no follow-up techniques halfway through the practice.
But this is not the case with this Arhat's magical skill of subduing demons.
It's a complete set.
Besides, monks and Taoists are two completely different systems.
If the two techniques are practiced at the same time, they may not conflict.
Ye Mo was a little moved, and his expression changed unnaturally.
Monk Hua observed his words and was secretly proud.
Arhat's magical skill of subduing demons is his special skill.
How could he really teach it to an outsider?
If he only needs to modify a few words in the outline of the martial arts outline, then if Ye Mo practices it forcefully, he will definitely go crazy, his meridians will be disordered, and he will die.
Thinking that he could easily take down such a powerful opponent as Ye Mo, the light in his eyes seemed to rise to the sky.
Ye Mo is no longer the Amon he used to be.
After such a period of training, although his heart is still a little hard to calm down and he still has some difficulty adapting to this world full of ghosts, gods, demons and evil monks, he still has two more eyes. , knowing that lies and evil people’s words cannot be easily believed.
While Monk Hua waited for his answer with wide eyes, he secretly took a few steps back.
This action fell into Monk Hua's eyes, and he thought he was really going to stop.
Just when he was relaxing and his face was filled with joy, Ye Mo suddenly shouted loudly, and the sharp sword in his mouth stabbed straight into the aorta in his neck. puff Monk Hua didn't expect it, and blood splashed all over his face.
He was frightened in his heart, and he leaned back half a meter to the edge of the cliff.
The buttocks were a little dangling, and the feeling of lack of effort made Monk Hua feel frightened, scared, resentful and regretful.
If I had known this, why would I take this job?
He did have the idea of dying with Ye Mo at first, but in the end he was just a fair-weather monk, and he still cherished his life.
Reluctant to die.
But it was this reluctance that put him in crisis again.
"you" Monk Hua didn't dare to move, blood was stained all over his body.
He looked at Ye Mo, whose eyes were a little erratic.
He wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of hurting his wounds, so he could only shout in a low voice: "Ye Mo, you even lie down with Arhat."
Even if I don’t have any demon skills, I want to kill me.”
"It was you who had the murderous intention to kill me."
Although Ye Mo was decisive and cruel to his enemies, this was the first time he stabbed someone with a sword.
The flying blood drops splashed on his face.
His heart was ups and downs, and his excitement and fear were uncontrollable.
At this moment, he wanted to throw down the ancient sword, turn around and run away.
But he knew he couldn't.
If he ran away, Monk Hua would definitely roll over from the edge of the cliff.
Afterwards, if he was not dead, he would definitely kill him.
This scourge cannot be allowed to remain.
Ye Mo gritted his teeth, walked to the top of the mountain with his sword in hand, picked up a big stone, raised it above his head, and looked at Monk Hua coldly.
The stone is half the size of a millstone.
If it is hit by such a stone, it will definitely hit the head and cause bleeding.
"Boy.
You can't do this."
Monk Hua was really scared at this moment.
His heart shrank, and he felt regretful to death.
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If I had known that Ye Mo was so ruthless, I wouldn't have been able to restrain myself even if I beat him to death.
"It was you who wanted to kill me."
Ye Mo has never killed anyone.
His heart was beating violently, his cheeks were flushed, and there was a little fear in his eyes.
His arms were shaking slightly, but his mouth was very firm: "You want to kill me.
Why can't I kill you?"
He seemed to be explaining to the enemy, but also seemed to be comforting himself.
After a while, his trembling arms gradually stabilized, his flushed cheeks returned to their normal color, and the light in his eyes became more determined.
To be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself.
Thinking that I and my mother have been dependent on each other for eighteen years, and have never offended anyone, but have been bullied one after another by others and ghosts.
Now my mother's soul has been taken away by the ghost, and her life is hanging by a thread.
He was always persecuted by enemies from all directions.
Why can’t I live a good life?
I really don’t want to live in this kind of fear and panic.
You are the one who forced me to do so.
Ye Mo's repression for the past few days broke out.
He roared and threw the stone in his hand towards Monk Hua with red eyes: "Go to hell."
Monk Hua looked at the rocks that were getting closer and bigger in his eyes.
He glanced at Ye Mo one last time and rolled towards the edge of the cliff.
He was heading straight towards the abyss like a meteorite.
Fell down.
"Ye Mo, I will never let you go even if I'm a ghost."
Monk Hua's last roar turned into thunderous thunder that exploded in Ye Mo's ears.
He was covered in cold sweat, staggered on his feet, and couldn't help but sit down on the ground.
Glancing at the unfathomable high cliff, Ye Mo's shoulders hunched.
He chuckled at first, then laughed louder and louder, laughing wildly and a little crazy.
"Ye Zi, are you okay?"
Nangong Xuanxuan, who was hiding in the dark space, asked with a worried face.
"I'm fine."
Ye Mo stopped laughing and his face returned to calm.
He looked at the protruding cliff with some confusion, sighed, stood up with the ancient sword, and slowly walked down the mountain
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