Chapter 1259： Bone Demon (1/2)

The monk looked very young, with a clear eyebrow, and although the gray monk he wore was a little worn, he had worn on his knees and elbows, but when he wore it, it gave him the feeling of a dull boy. .

Song Jian was shocked. The monk appeared about ten meters away from him, but within his own perception, but before he appeared, Song Jian didn't even realize his presence.

After seeing Song Jian, the monk's eyes flashed a cold light, but soon his eyes softened, and he bowed slightly towards Song Jian: ”This donor, but came to Zhenmo Temple Fragrant? It’s getting late and the temple is closed. Please come back tomorrow!”

The monk was kind-hearted, with only a scar on his head, which looked as if he had just been admitted to the temple. It's just that the scar was dark red. In the dim light, it even gleamed faintly in red, and it looked very strange.

At the same time, although this monk gave people a sense of harmlessness both in tone and smile, Song Jian's intuition told him that this monk was not as kind as he showed!

Seeing that Song Jian had been staring at himself without speaking, the monk frowned slightly and walked slowly towards him.

”The donor, at this time, it is very dangerous in the wilderness. There are wild animals on this mountain, and it will not appear during the day. At night, it will come out for food. If the donor encounters, I am afraid that my life will be insecure!”

With that said, the monk was close to Song Jian within five meters, the speed seemed to be slow and fast, and the smile on his face became strange.

”I don't know if I ask the master, but can I be in the temple?” Song Jian asked tentatively.

The young monk nodded and said, ”It turns out that the donor came to ask the master. He had left the Zhenmo Temple a month ago and went to Yunyou. Since the donor was a friend of the master, he was escorted by the little monk Don't the donor go to the nearest village and town for a short break?”

At this time, the monk was less than two meters away from Song Jian, within easy reach. At this time, Song Jian had noticed a trace of **** smell from this monk, and immediately frowned, shaking his head and saying, ”Thank you, Xiao Master, kindly, let me go to the nearby village by myself.”

After talking, Song Jian turned to leave. It is too weird here. Since it has been found, it is better to leave temporarily, wait until it is late, and then dive into the temple.

At the moment when Song Jian turned around, the corner of the young monk's mouth slightly curled up. His hands, which were originally folded, quickly turned into white bones at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, ten fingers continued to grow, and the pale phalanx surface appeared. There was a trace of blood, and when you looked closely, it was like countless tiny red bugs crawling continuously between its phalanx.

”The little monk should still give the donor a journey. The way back to the village and town is too far. It is better for the little monk to send the donor to the reincarnation pool now, to reincarnate!”

Poo, poo, poo~

A bone spur, protruding from the body of the young monk, directly punctured the gray monk's clothes. The original monk suddenly turned into a monster covered with long and short bone spurs, which looked very horrible. people!

Song Jian was facing his monk at this time. He had not noticed that the monk had become a monster at this time. The monk stuck his tongue out and licked a few fangs that protruded from his lips. Moving, staring at Song Jian's back, revealing a wicked smile.

As if a gust of wind had blown, the monk suddenly disappeared in place, flying like a cannonball towards Song Jian. The speed was extremely fast, but there was no sound.

Uh~

A slight sound of breaking the sky sounded behind Song Jian's brain. The young monk's five fingers were like claws, flashing a metallic luster, and he was scratching towards Song Jian's head. If this scratch is caught on the head of an ordinary person, I am afraid The whole head will burst like a watermelon.

The breeze was strong, the claws were waving, and even the air was cut open. The young monk's grim mouth was cracked. It seemed that he had seen Song Jian's head cut open, and the warm brain plasma flowed out.

Although Song Jian has turned around and left, his attention has always been on this strange monk, feeling the wind behind his head, Song Jian showed a trace of disdain in the corner of his mouth. In his palm, he waved fiercely behind him.

When there was a soft sound, such as a metal collision, the young monk suddenly felt his right hand light, and then looked at the right hand. At this time, only half of the osteotomy palm was left, and the other party's sharp edge even effortlessly cut his palm into Two halves.