The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Two drops of coagulated blood dripped from the tip of the sword, and then the blood plasma flowed to the ground like a stream, gathered into a small pool, and gradually solidified.

That's her blood.

Yu Mian swallowed the surging blood, raised his hand, condensed his spiritual power and struck the Hegu point on his upper arm to stop the bleeding.

Except for the arms, the sleeves, limbs and hands are all covered with dense patterns.

The pain instantly swept through her nerves. Her purple-white lips trembled for a moment, and her tone was somewhat restrained, "You talk too much nonsense."

The next moment, he raised his eyes, and a strange spiritual light flowed, instantly controlling the Junzhu Demon General who was half relaxed.

His body stiffened slightly, his expression was confused for a moment, and his movements completely stopped.

He never expected that the battle just now was nothing more than a test and a deliberate show of weakness, just to relax control at this moment.

Yu Mian's lips and teeth opened and closed for a moment, muttering something silently.

Certainly!

Then he smeared the blood on his body all over the spear. He turned his wrist, and the murderous runes on the spear lit up with dark red light.

Shakyamuni, Brahma, Paramita...

The runes gradually became brighter until they grabbed countless dark prison chains and stretched out towards Jun Zhu, trapping him tightly in place.

Revealing a murderous aura like a fierce King Kong, the spear peeled off the black oxidized surface covered with blood scabs, and golden light shone through little by little.

渡！

The golden spear pierced through Jun Zhu's body, leaving a hole. The chains on his body became tighter and tighter, pulling him closer and closer, trying to pull him into the spear and swallow him.

Jun Zhu broke free from the pupil-opening technique, and before he could feel the pain in his chest, demonic energy burst out from his body and he broke free from the chains that bound him.

Lian Lian stepped back and raised his hand to cover his chest, then used his magic energy to repair the wound. His eyes were fixed on the weapon in Yu Mian's hand, and he only said, "Good gun."

It was also the first time that Yu Mian discovered that his black gun had this side. What kind of magic weapon did Sheng Qing give him? Why did it not look like one made by Wang Xian?

When my fingertips touched the Sanskrit characters engraved on the gun body, it seemed like a Buddhist artifact.

He lowered his eyes to look at the newly peeled golden gun body. Three barely decipherable Sanskrit words appeared on it: "Vajra".

...?

She looked at Shengqing with shock. No wonder, Master Mingkong said that she had a connection with Buddha twice every time he saw her. At the beginning, he even said that she had something related to Buddha.

At that time, she thought it was the Buddha's bones on her body, but she didn't expect that it was because she was holding the Buddhist sect's secret treasure - the Vajra.

So where on earth did Sheng Qing get this thing? !

Facing Yu Mian's shocked expression, Sheng Qing remained calm, raised his hand and held down the demon general who wanted to attack from behind, signaling Yu Mian to finish the fight first.

Yu Mian regained his composure and devoted all his energy to the battle with the demon general.

In mid-air, Sheng Qing touched the tip of his nose and felt a little guilty. Hundreds of years ago, Wuyou Temple was tragically destroyed and later merged into Fajin Temple and became a branch of Fajin Temple.

Among them, only Wangxian had the most complete files within ten thousand years. She had looked up the predecessor of Wuyou Temple, which was one of the orthodox inheritances of Buddhism, but was buried with the passage of time.

Therefore, she specially searched the old site of Wuyou Temple and found this magic weapon. However, it remained dull and lifeless after she got it. It was not as good as the magic weapon she made herself, so she put it aside.

Until later, when Nanshan Village gave Yu Mian a choice of weapons, she picked one.

Of course, this was one of the reasons why Sheng Qing tolerated Yu Mian collecting the remains of the monks from Wuyou Temple and spared the life of the little Buddhist.

Let's just call it karma...

Since this magic weapon had never revealed any connection with Buddhism, she gradually overlooked it. She never expected that its true identity was like this.

Could it be that this thing can recognize people? I studied it for several days but couldn’t find out anything special about it... It seems like it is really destined to be with Mian'er.

……

Her eyes darkened. It would be better not to be so attached to something related to Buddhism. She would ask Mian'er to change its name later. It should not be called the Demon-Subduing Pestle.

Boom!

Inside the formation, the demon general became more careful after being deceived by Yu Mian for the first time. He was no longer so easily deceived and controlled. Although he failed to injure the little disciple with his sword, he still knocked her flying and crashed into the barrier.

"Cough... cough!!!" Yu Mian's lungs were about to fall apart, tears of rationality welled up from the corners of his eyes, and he even had trouble holding the weapon in his hands.

Upon seeing this, Sheng Qing brought the person back, and without saying anything, he used his spiritual power to directly penetrate her spiritual veins, began to check her injuries, and cleared the congested areas for her.

There were several congestion points on the body, all at key acupuncture points, which were obviously blocked by spiritual power when stopping bleeding. Shengqing used spiritual power to gently clear them and repair the wounds.

"Is everything okay?"

Yu Mian bent his back and tried to suppress the urge to cough. After a while, he coughed up a mouthful of solidified plasma, and his lungs instantly felt less oppressive.

He raised his hand and touched his chest. It seemed that three ribs were broken. He frowned and used his spiritual power to repair them.

"It's okay...cough..."

"I think I'll be able to tie him on equal terms soon." She raised her head with a hint of a victorious smile, not caring at all about the blood at the corner of her mouth or the scars on her body.

It was this look that made Sheng Qing's eyes flicker, and he couldn't stop feeling heartbroken.

Her Mian'er was really too well-behaved. The training she was undergoing was not suitable for her and was simply a torture that was beyond the tolerance of an ordinary cultivator.

"Would you like to rest for a while?" She stroked her dusty hair, cleaned her up, and changed her into a new set of vestments.

Yu Mian shook his head. "Time is tight. It's okay. It's just a little hardship of training. I can bear it."

"By the way, you haven't told me what this vajra is." She raised the golden magic weapon in her hand. When she approached Shengqing, the magic weapon emitted a faint golden light, as if resisting the evil spirit on her body.

Sheng Qing glanced at it and told her the origin of the magic weapon. Finally, he said, "Since Mian'er got it, it means it is destined for you. You can give it a new name."

"New name? I haven't thought about it yet. Let's leave it this way for now." She wiped the weapon with the new skin and was reluctant to let it go. No one would dislike golden things.

The magic weapon in his hand seemed to have emotions as well, emitting a soft golden light in response.

Yu Mian was somewhat curious and asked it, "Can you sense my emotions?"

Sheng Qing was disdainful. She had never seen many Buddhist things that were of wisdom. She had studied them before and found that they were at most some pretty good magical instruments.

She simply couldn't stand the Buddhist monks who were so hesitant in killing a demon.

Killing is killing, what about salvation...

The next second, the vajra flashed with light in response, silently hitting Shengqing in the face, causing her face to turn even darker.

"Is it a weapon spirit?" Yu Mian didn't expect that his luck was so good. He had never encountered a weapon spirit that could only be born by the providence of heaven and earth before, but now he encountered it three times.

One on his back, one in his hand, and one with Junior Sister Ning.