276 Join the Devil V (1/2)

Now that the situation had changed with the Tao Addict being captured, it was only natural for Ning Que to escape with Mo Shanshan as far as possible. But he did not. Instead, he prepared to use his Primordial Thirteen Arrows to resolve the problem, because he knew there was no way for them to escape.

When he pinched the tail of the Talisman Arrow, the old monk's palm had already released a powerful gush of aura.

As he pulled his metal arrow to the maximum, Ye Hongyu was already weakened and her head lowered.

He saw the look of despair in Ye Hongyu's eyes. He had also noticed the cold and heartless look from Master Lotus.

Mo Shanshan was taken aback by him as she suddenly woke up from her dreamland. She threw her black flowing hair behind her as she drew in the air with her right hand. She knew that all three of them were in trouble and thus, she drew the most powerful talisman, Half Divine Talisman.

Facing the powerful double attack, the old monk, who was sitting within the Bone Mountain, showed no expression on his face. He had only given a plain look to his two attackers, as he stared into their eyes.

With just a simple stare, Ning Que could feel an intense pain in his head. It was as if Second Brother's wooden club had repeatedly knocked him on the head in a speed of light. In the next moment, his vision went black as he loosened his grip.

Mo Shanshan could only feel her chest and abdomen being slitted apart by a sharp knife. The previously Stone Array Tactics accumulated within the big tactical array outside the Front Gate poured out. Even so, it wasn't a feeling of relief, but a feeling of unlimited pain. The finger, which was used to draw the talisman, froze.

The Talisman Arrow left the bow and flew past like a dark shadow. At this moment, Ning Que's sense of perception was in confusion and he had lost complete control of the arrow. The metal arrow swooshed past, flew slanted and into the corner of the Devil's Palace. It directly burst the large boulder apart and the broken rocks had mounted together in a corner!

The Divine Talisman was circulating between Mo Shanshan's sleek fingers as it gradually became dimmer and weaker. It was similar to a lamp light that was getting dimmer due to the lack of air circulation and was silently extinguished after the wind blew.

At the same time, fresh blood was spurted out from their mouths as they fell weakly onto the ground and unable to get on their feet again.

Master Lotus stared at the two people who had spurted blood and fell onto the floor without any expression. His pupils were dark, cold and narrow like rice grains, which made him look like a devil. His dried chest seemed to be emptier than before.

Behind the simple plain stare was, in fact, a horrendous high-level state power. The old monk was jailed for decades and the Psyche Power which he had accumulated for the past decades would be drained in an instance through that simple stare.

Without any expression, Master Lotus stared at Ye Hongyu, who was kneeling in front of him now. He gently patted her head, which was now surfaced with veins, like a tender-hearted lover and all of a sudden, he revealed a smile on his face. It was the same benevolent smile as before.

With such benevolent and tender-loving smile, he lowered his head and placed it beside the Tao Addict's slightly cold face. He looked as though he was tenderly kissing and whispering to her softly. He then lightly touched his lips on her left shoulder, where he sucked gently.

Like a leech, the wrinkled lips sucked greedily on the soft bare skin of the young lady. His dried skinny cheeks vibrated in a rhythmic manner as fresh blood gradually flowed through his lips and quenched his thirsty dried throat. The blood started to moisturize his internal organs which had not been well-utilized for decades.

After a moment, the old monk raised his head and looked at the young lady between his palms. His eyes filled with warmth as he gazed at her pitifully. A light and exquisite Buddhism aura revealed on his face. Even the drop of blood left on his dehydrated lips made him appear merciful as well.

Her sense of perception was completely under his control. With her Psyche Power being totally drained by him, her body became extremely weak till she couldn't even lift a finger. The powerful Tao Addict was now as helpless as a newborn baby as she stared at the old monk without any expression and reaction.

She knew that she probably wouldn't be able to live past today. The arrogant lady would naturally not beg for her life. Even when she felt a sharp pain on her shoulder and was disgusted by his previous acts, she remained calm, for she did not want to give the Divine Lord Lotus any sense of excitement. This was the only resistant that the arrogant lady could put up before her death.

”Your blood is filled with the power of light and is thickened with extremely pure Taoism aura. It was rare for me to taste such exquisite power-filled blood, even decades ago.”

Master Lotus gently looked at her pretty face, as he said regretfully, ”It's only a pity that you're no longer a virgin. The dark shadow in your Taoist Heart added a sense of annoyance in your blood. Else it will be comparable with the cheerful beauty that year.”

Upon listening to his words, her hands that were strengthlessly placed on the broken bones to support herself began to tremble, but she stubbornly remained quiet and cold. All of a sudden, her pupils narrowed as she saw a very strange scene in front of her.

Master Lotus' skinny and ghastly face had indistinctly inflated, making it looked plumper than before. His wrinkled and pale lips appeared to be redder, as though he was alive once again.

This reminded Ye Hongyu of a legend regarding a skill from the Devil's Doctrine, which made her shiver with fear.

Master Lotus no longer looked at her. Instead, he raised his head to look at the moisture between the cracks of the rock. Perhaps it was because life was returning to him, or perhaps it was due to the delicious young lady's blood, he could not help but began to recall all the beautiful and prideful memories he had. He mumbled, ”Remember that year when the new Emperor of South Jin Kingdom took over, there were many beauties dancing in the hall...”

His old hoarse voice came to a pause, as he gazed at the two people on the ground, whose life and death were unknown.

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Ning Que was neither dead nor concussed. He could only feel soreness and pain all over his body, as though his bones were broken. He sensed that he couldn't control his body movements and understood that his sense of perception must have been seriously damaged by the old monk's stare.