Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 140 The Obedient Monk
Why is he so hard!

The same question arose in both of their minds.

Han Yu's toughness was beyond the expectations of both of them, or rather, it was beyond the expectations of his enemies every time.

I thought that once Han Yu showed his head, he would be killed, but the red smoke covered him, and apart from constantly corroding his clothes, it couldn't hurt his body at all.

Yan Kong found it even more outrageous. Although the rosy skull was transformed from true essence, it was still the signature poison skill of the Burial Flower Valley.

An ordinary person would have their flesh and blood dissolved in an instant if they came into contact with that wisp of black gas. A cultivator below the level of the God of Peering would at least lose half his life if touched by it. Even if it was a strong man of the same realm, it would be easy to destroy his body. Not to mention serious injuries, at least some flesh would be lost.

But now, the black energy condensed and lingered around his body, but it could not penetrate his skin.

"What the hell is this body?"

Yan Kong couldn't help but curse. Yan Bing looked stern, looking him up and down, gritting his teeth.

"sword!"

The belt full of gaps flew out in an instant, and grew to seven feet long in the wind... The broken sword swayed in the air and chopped towards Han Yu's head.

Keng! Keng! Keng!
Several golden sounds rang out, and not only was Han Yu not hurt at all, but the gap on the sword became even bigger.

Yan Bing changed his position in disbelief and stabbed Han Yu's temple with his broken sword.

Snapped!
The broken sword seemed to have endured everything it shouldn't have, and cracks appeared at every part of the gap, until it finally broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Yan Bing looked at the pieces of cloth that had turned back into belts, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Yan Kong suddenly stretched out his hand towards Han Yu and then activated his martial arts.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Bing frowned and couldn't help but speak.

Yan Kong answered while maintaining his technique.

"I'll try Monk Hua's method and see if I can use the cauldron and furnace dual cultivation method to refine his essence and blood."

"I advise you not to."

"Try it first."

Yan Kong pretended to be deaf and kept speeding up the operation of his martial arts. Just when he felt the endless energy and blood surging in his body, he suddenly shuddered and then was shocked.

That wasn't Yan Bing's voice just now.

Han Yu suddenly opened his eyes and heard someone wanting to use him as a cauldron. Thinking of the rumors about Monk Hua, his face immediately turned dark.

You bastard, you want to practice dual cultivation with me even if you are a dumbass, right?
This is true for Hua Heshang and this guy too.

This was the time when Han Yu was closest to the two of them. He immediately moved violently and reached out to Yan Kong first. Yan Kong was horrified and quickly retreated into the air.

But in terms of speed, how could he catch up with Han Yu? After the flame spread out, the wings flapped continuously. In just a few breaths, a pair of iron hands tightly clamped his shoulders.

"Pink skull!"

"Empty Valley..."

Pink skeletons kept biting towards Han Yu, but Han Yu completely ignored them. Just when Yan Kong was about to enter and exit the dream, Han Yu was quick-witted and slapped him on the face.

His face, which was already swollen like a pig's head, inexplicably became more tilted. Now it was difficult for him to speak, let alone chant.

"Open your mouth!"

Han Yu reached into his arms and took out a pill.

"You're going to give him that easy?"

Little Liuli couldn't help but speak, and said in his sea of ​​consciousness with a look of surprise.

Cheap?

No, if you give it to such a person, he would probably be unable to live or die.

Yan Kong looked at the black pill in Han Yu's hand with a surprised expression and shut his mouth tightly.

He fed the man three pills in a row with ease, then threw the pills in directly and put him down.

Yan Kong used his only remaining hand to scratch his throat in a boring way, spit out a pool of water, then looked at Han Yu in horror.

"What kind of poison did you give me?"

Han Yu had no time to pay attention to him. He turned his head and looked up at the sky. Yan Bing was so scared that he ran away holding a stone. "Master, my things were stolen. Come with me to catch someone."

Han Yu suddenly spoke, just in time to try out the effect of the elixir.

After saying that, he broke through the air and chased after him.

What are you dreaming about? The Buddha is leaving.

Yan Kong swore that he had never seen such a fool in his life, let alone heard such an outrageous request.

Of course, he couldn't help. Seeing Han Yu flying away, he also took off into the air and flew in the opposite direction...

Yan Bing, carrying the Dragon Blood Stone in his arms, did not dare to stay for a moment longer. This man was too scary. He should have taken the stone and ran away. Why should he want to kill him just for the sake of momentary pleasure?

Suddenly, a wave of hot air came from behind him, and a sound of breaking through the air passed by him.

Han Yu chased for just a moment before he rushed in front of Yan Bing.

A sea of ​​fire instantly extended out, blocking his way. Upon seeing this, Yan Bing immediately stopped, turned around and continued to escape in another direction.

Han Yu was neither hurried nor slow, and stepped forward to create a sea of ​​fire.

Yan Bing looked at Han Yu with his teeth almost broken. Now he couldn't beat him, and he couldn't run away either, right?

Another sound of breaking through the air came from far away. Yan Bing turned his head to look and felt happy.

"Yankong, if you still want the stone, then let's work together. As long as we can control him, we can keep the stone."

The big monk said nothing, with a strange expression on his face, which seemed to be frightened and complicated.

When he first came to Yan Bing's side, he attacked without saying a word, and a stream of true energy hit his chest before he could prepare.

Yan Bing was totally unprepared. After he felt a pain in his chest, he didn't understand what happened until he flew out.

"Are you crazy?"

Barely stabilizing himself, Yan Bing started cursing.

This damn bald guy actually helped others to plot against him. What was he trying to achieve?
Yan Kong's expression, which seemed like he was neither crying nor crying, was particularly strange, and he explained with gestures.

"I...he gave me a pill and my body stopped responding to me."

"Big monk, he took my things, help me beat him up."

Han Yu was watching the excitement from the side and immediately spoke again.

Yan Kong's face changed and he flew towards Yan Bing involuntarily, making hand gestures with one hand.

"Burying flowers in an empty valley!"

Even the spells were recited involuntarily.

Yan Bing's expression changed, and he quickly used his own illusion technique to resist. The two were from the same origin, so naturally there was a way to restrain them.

"Pink skull!"

Several more skeletons were released and rushed towards Yan Bing.

"You bald ass, if anything happens to me, you won't be able to escape either."

Yan Bing resisted while shouting and cursing.

Yan Kong naturally had no words to express his pain. He could only maintain his true energy and fight for his life with the opponent while continuing to explain.

"He can control me, and I don't want that."

-

Zhao Yulin had already broken free from the dream, but his nine subordinates still had their eyes closed, their tents raised high, and their faces flushed.

"These guys, now that this matter is over, we must rectify the military discipline. They have been monks for too long, and there is not much military style left. This illusion should not trap them for too long."

He was so angry that his face turned red, and he flew over and slapped them one by one. Then, his voice was as loud as a bell, and his true energy spread out along with the sound.

"wake up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the monks came back to their senses with a look of unsatisfied desire as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Chase them all!"

(End of this chapter)