In front of Yaksha Hall, there is a small square covered with bloodstains.
A hunt is going on.
Four golden elixirs and two foundation-building peaks joined forces to hunt down a deformed and powerful monster that was wrapped in blood and was as tall as two people, lying on all fours.
The strength of this monster is indeed extremely powerful. Its body shape is weird. Because its limbs are twisted and its movements are often unexpected, it turns into blood shadows between attacks, making it difficult to defend against.
Fortunately, there were enough monks to surround and suppress it, and everyone also obeyed Mo Hua's instructions, only to consume, not to fight, and not to be greedy for merit.
Defense is the main purpose, attack is the supplement, and trapping is the primary purpose.
Xiao Diansi didn't pay much attention to this tactic at first.
He just wanted to fight quickly and take the opportunity to kill the monster and take out the fish bone token from its belly.
But after fighting this monster for several rounds, he gave up the idea.
Everything Mo Hua said is basically correct.
This monster is indeed only consumable and cannot be killed at all.
Not to mention Xie Liu, even his Guishui Sword Qi couldn't break the scales of this monster even if he struck it.
"What kind of monster is this..."
Xiao Diansi's pupils trembled slightly, then he suppressed the surprise in his heart and carried out Mo Hua's plan honestly.
Not only Xiao Diansi, but also Gu Changhuai's wind blade and Xia Diansi's ice sword could not hurt this monster.
However, they know that ink paintings are always targeted, so they probably have an idea in mind.
The crowd surrounded and killed him for a while.
In the field, swords and swords were flying, wind blades and spells were flying, the figures of monks and the blood shadows of monsters were intertwined back and forth, and the battle was fierce.
The ink painting is wonderful and I am very fascinated by it.
After fighting like this for more than a hundred rounds, the four golden elixirs still couldn't break the monster's scales.
But the blood on this monster is indeed being consumed rapidly.
Soon, with the joint efforts of everyone, the blood of the monster became weaker and weaker, and its movements gradually became slower.
The monster immediately realized something.
There was a glimmer of light in its eyes, and there seemed to be some fierce but panicked emotions in the light.
Mo Hua was startled when he saw this.
This monster... seems to have some sanity left?
Isn't it acting entirely on instinct?
Mo Hua remembered how this monster sneaked up to the temple gate while everyone was fighting, swallowed the fish bone token on the gatekeeper statue, closed the gate, and then escaped...
"There's something wrong..."
The ink painting shows a thoughtful look.
In the middle of the field, the blood around him was almost as if there was nothing there, and this monster was obviously aware of the seriousness of the problem.
It roared suddenly, the dragon scales on its body turned into barbs, and its entire body turned into a blood shadow, rushing towards Xiao Tianquan.
It wants to find a way to escape.
Among the people besieging him, Xiao Tianquan was the weakest.
This monster knew it in his heart, so he also attacked Xiao Tianquan, who was the weakest.
As expected, Xiao Tianquan was unable to stop the monster. As soon as they fought, he was knocked back several feet. He hit the ground with his sword and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The surrounding net naturally left a gap.
But Mo Hua had prepared it in advance, so it was impossible for him to escape.
The formation on the ground unfolded, and Gu Changhuai, Xia Diansi and others also activated the spiritual locks in their hands to trap the enemy.
Chains one after another wrapped around the monster's body.
Gu Changhuai blocked the position to prevent the monster from escaping.
Others also took action, using formations, spiritual weapons and monks to form a large net, trapping the monster firmly in the middle of the square outside Yaksha Hall.
The monster was furious, running left and right, but there was nothing that could be done about it.
Blood is its lifeblood and the source of its power.
If its blood energy is damaged, it won't be able to hold on for long.
Everyone used their swords and spells, but without even using a stick of incense, the monster's blood was completely exhausted.
Its figure became slower and slower, and finally slowly fell to the ground, unable to move anymore.
Even so, everyone did not relax their vigilance.
This is what ink painting repeatedly explains.
When a monster falls to the ground, you must be careful to prevent it from pretending to die.
Although this monster will be unable to move when its health is exhausted and may not be able to fake death, this is a good habit that must be developed.
Xia Diansi was on guard with his dagger, and others were surrounding him.
Gu Changhuai stepped forward and used Daotingsi's spirit-binding chains to wrap all the limbs of the monster to ensure that it could not move.
And this monster did not move at all, as if it had completely become a flesh and blood puppet.
Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief.
"What to do now?" Xie Liu asked.
Xiao Diansi said: "It's body is covered with scales and is invulnerable to swords. In this case, I stabbed its mouth with a long sword, passed it through its throat, penetrated its abdomen, minced its internal organs, and killed it completely. Then think of a way,
Peel off its scales, cut open its belly, and take out the fish bone token."
It was a Dao Ting Si Dian Si, who used a lot of torture and various methods of killing.
Although everyone felt it was a bit cruel, it seemed that this was all they could do at this time.
Mo Hua suddenly said: "Wait a minute."
Xiao Diansi turned his head and looked at Mo Hua with some surprise, "Young Master, what's wrong?"
Mo Hua touched his chin, looked at the monster's face, and murmured softly:
"Could this monster be...that Mr. Wu?"
"Mr. Wu?"
Everyone was shocked, but some were confused as to who Mr. Wu was.
Mo Hua pointed at Shui Yanluo and said, "He knows."
Mr. Wu...
Shui Yanluo's expression was shocked and a little unbelievable for a moment. He stared at the monster for a few times. The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and he said in a cold voice:
"Mr. Wu... is the person in charge of the Dragon King Temple and the witch blessing of the god. Every time I bring sacrifices to the god, Mr. Wu is responsible for presiding over the ceremony."
God?
Gu Changhuai frowned.
Xia Diansi also looked a little confused.
It was basically the first time for them to hear this title.
The minions of the evil god may be recorded in the name of Daotingsi.
But the evil gods hidden deep in the depths, invisible, unheard, unknowable, and indescribable, do not exist in their monastic cognition.
Even Shui Yanluo himself knows "God Lord", but he may not know what God Lord means.
Those who do not practice Shinto have mortal eyes and cannot see the true nature of gods.
"What is the Lord of God?" Gu Changhuai asked.
Shui Yanluo looked solemn and said in a cold voice: "You mediocre people, how do you know the majesty of my God Lord? How can you deserve to sue my God Lord's name?"
"Okay," Xia Diansi frowned, "I'm so nagging..."
In her eyes, this Shui Yama was not only a damn sin cultivator, but also a lunatic who believed in God.
This kind of person has such a crazy nature, it is no wonder that he can commit so many murders.
As for the so-called "divine master" he believes in, who knows what kind of wild god and evil creature he is.
It’s hard to say whether it exists or not.
There are more important things right now.
Xia Diansi turned his head and looked at the motionless monster lying on the ground, chained by iron chains, and pondered for a moment before saying:
"If he is really Mr. Wu, he must know something inside. If his internal organs are twisted, his belly is cut open, and the fish bone token is taken out, then he will definitely die..."
"There's something weird in this temple. It's better to leave him alive for now and ask more questions."
Mo Hua nodded, "Indeed..."
This Mr. Wu should still be useful.
If he dies, where can he find an altar?
Xiao Diansi was a little worried: "Even if this monster is really Mr. Wu, he looks neither human nor ghost, and has no sanity. How can I ask?"
Mo Hua thought about it for a moment, his eyes lit up and he said, "Bleed it."
"bloodletting?"
"Well," Mo Hua nodded, "its appearance like this must be related to the blood in its body..."
Moreover, this blood is probably dragon blood...
"If that's the case, if all the blood in its body is drained, it will no longer have external evil blood contaminating its soul. Maybe it can regain some sanity..."
"What if he was exsanguinated to death?" Xiao Diansi asked.
Mo Hua said regretfully: "Then let's just call him unlucky. We've got what we want. If we can't save him, it means he's just too unlucky. We can't blame him."
"If he is exsanguinated to death, that will be just right. We can cut open his belly and take out the fish bone token without delay."
Xiao Diansi thought about it for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."
It's just that this monster is covered in scales, so it's not that easy to bleed.
Xiao Diansi searched for a long time before he found a weak spot in the monster's hidden armpit, and then spent a lot of effort to pierce its armpit with a long sword.
The blood at the wound was thick, but it did not flow out.
Xiao Diansi said in a deep voice: "It ate too much human flesh, and the blood was so dirty and thick that it almost melted with the flesh. The scales were broken and the blood couldn't flow out."
"It's a bit difficult..."
Mo Hua frowned, thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a "secret skill" that he had not used for a long time.
Blood drawing technique.
This was given to me by my little senior sister in person a long time ago when I was in Tongxian City.
Hunting monster beasts, absorbing monster blood, mixing spiritual ink, and being self-sufficient relies on this "blood-draining technique".
Mo Hua rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it!"
Then, under the strange looks of everyone, he put his palm against the monster's armpit, activated his spiritual thoughts, and pulled the blood in the monster's body outward.
This monster's blood is very thick, much thicker than ordinary demon blood.
But the spirit of ink painting is no longer what it used to be. Both quality and quantity are much stronger than before.
Therefore, the little blood drawing technique is quite easy to use.
The dark pus and blood on the monster's body flowed out of the body little by little under the guidance of the ink painting's spiritual thoughts.
Everyone was a little surprised when they saw this.
Xia Diansi couldn't help but said: "Mo Hua, why do you know everything?"
"Hmm," Mo Hua nodded, "I am a non-traditional cultivator. Children of poor people have to be masters early. They have to learn a little bit of everything so that they can have food in the future."
Xia Diansi: "..."
You, a disciple of the Taixu Sect, a genius in formations, and a little distinguished guest of the Gu family, need to learn this kind of thing to "make a living"?
Xia Diansi didn't believe a word of it.
While Mo Hua was chatting, he was distracted and bleeding the monster.
After a moment, the monster's figure "lost weight" little by little.
The scales on its body are also shrinking, shedding, gradually fading, and finally blending into the skin.
As time goes by, more and more blood is drained, and the monster becomes thinner and thinner. This deformed monster body can gradually start to look "human".
Only then did everyone feel secretly shocked.
This bloody monster is actually a human being...
After about one more stick of incense, the blood was almost gone.
And this monster has also returned to its original appearance.
He was a strange old man with a short stature, a pale face, and some monster scales on his hands and feet.
Shui Yanluo looked at his face and sighed: "It is indeed 'Mr. Wu'..."
Mo Hua looked at the thick, foul-smelling blood coming out of his body and felt a little regretful.
"There is no dragon blood..."
This "Mr. Wu" is covered with dragon scales and must have swallowed dragon blood.
Mo Hua thought that he could release some of the dragon's blood by using the blood-draining technique, and then secretly intercepted it for research.
It's a pity that hope was dashed.
At this time, Mr. Wu was still unconscious.
"We need to wake him up..." Mo Hua said.
This Mr. Wu, who is stationed at the Dragon King Temple and presides over sacrifices, must not be a good person.
At this time, everyone was in a hurry and had to find a way to get out. Naturally, they had no time to waste time with him and waited for him to fall asleep and wake up naturally.
With so many Diansi present, it was not Mo Hua's turn to intervene in the matter of waking someone up.
Xia Diansi took out a few pills and fed them into Mr. Wu's mouth.
Mo Hua doesn't know whether it's for blood replenishing or poisoning.
After a while, Mr. Wu looked better, but he still didn't wake up.
Xia Diansi wanted to feed a few more, but Gu Changhuai was already impatient.
He grabbed Mr. Wu by the neck, lifted him up, and threw him to the ground several times.
Mo Hua's eyelids twitched. He could faintly hear the sound of bones breaking.
But I have to say that this method of "waking up" is indeed very effective.
After a moment, a murmuring old voice sounded.
"Stop...cough, stop..."
Gu Changhuai stopped and threw Mr. Wu to the ground.
Mr. Wu slowly got up, only to feel dizzy and sore all over, accompanied by severe blood loss and a severe loss of vitality. For a moment, he felt like he was in a prison, and it took him a long time to recover.
He looked at the crowd with a painful expression, frowning and said:
"Who are you...? Why do you come to my Dragon King Temple and dare to disturb the purity of my God Lord? Are you not afraid..."
"Stop talking nonsense," Gu Changhuai said impatiently, "If we ask you anything, you must tell us honestly. If not, we will kill you now."
Mr. Wu sneered, "Ignorant fool, how dare you..."
Gu Changhuai grabbed his neck again, picked him up, and threw him to the ground several times.
Now Mr. Wu is honest.
The pain made him understand the reality of his situation.
"Sir, you ask, I will tell you everything I know." Mr. Wu rubbed his broken ribs, clasped his hands and said sincerely.
Gu Changhuai said: "Let me ask you, why do you want to snatch our tokens and not let us out?"
"Grab the token?" Mr. Wu was startled.
Gu Changhuai's eyes were cold, "You don't know?"
Mr. Wu frowned and thought for a while, then said doubtfully:
"Why should I steal your token? What token? Besides, I don't even know you, so why should I steal your token?"
Gu Changhuai frowned, and everyone else looked at each other, and the ink painting was a little strange.
This Mr. Wu doesn’t remember anything?
Mo Hua said: "Then what do you know?"
"Know...what?" Mr. Wu still doesn't quite understand.
"That's right," Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "What were you doing in the last memory before this?"
Mr. Wu clasped his hands and said devoutly: "I will sit in front of the main hall in this square and give regular lectures to promote the mighty virtue of the Lord of God to the believers who guard the temple."
"then……"
Mr. Wu tried his best to recall it, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes became a little crazy:
"I seem to have heard the revelation from the Lord of God. He said that there will be a big crisis in this temple. The powerful enemy of the Lord of God is coming soon. He will come to kill the believers of the Lord of God, seize the place of worship of the Lord of God, desecrate the altar of the Lord of God, and meddle with the authority of the Lord of God.
…”
"Then, then, I will..."
Mr. Wu's brows were tense, his expression was a little painful, and he seemed unable to remember anything.
Then he suddenly looked around and saw the tragic death of the temple guardian, with mutilated limbs all over the ground, blood splattered on the ground, and a bloody mess. He couldn't help but feel nauseated, and his expression was shocked and then he suddenly realized.
With anger on his face, he pointed at everyone and said in a trembling voice: "You...it's you..."
"You are the enemies of the Lord of God!"
"It was you who killed the believers in my temple! Your methods are so cruel and your intentions are so vicious. You..."
Mr. Wu was so furious that he was speechless.
Mo Hua shook his head, "We didn't kill these people."
Mr. Wu said angrily: "Impossible!"
"They... were killed by you." Mo Hua looked at Mr. Wu with clear eyes and determination.
Mr. Wu's expression suddenly froze on his face, and then he shook his head repeatedly and murmured: "Impossible, how could I kill them, I..."
"You not only killed them," Mo Hua continued, "you also 'ate' them..."
Mr. Wu's face instantly turned pale. He was anxious and angry, pointing at the ink painting and saying:
"You little brat, you are so slanderous! I...how could I eat people? I..."
"Look, what's on your lips?"
Mo Hua's voice was very calm, but to Mr. Wu's ears, it was as cold as a ghost in hell.
Mr. Wu smashed his mouth, and then he could taste the blood in his mouth.
There are even threads of meat hanging between the teeth.
This blood is human blood, and this shredded meat...
Mr. Wu rolled his eyes, faced the ground suddenly, and vomited crazily, as if he wanted to vomit out his liver and gallbladder.
Mo Hua looked at Mr. Wu and muttered strangely, "He really doesn't know..."
Everyone looked at Mr. Wu, who was almost vomiting his intestines due to Mo Hua's few words, and then turned back to look at Mo Hua silently, speechless for a moment...
Mr. Wu vomited for a long time, until he almost vomited out his intestines, he finally recovered a little.
But in his heart, it seemed that he still couldn't accept the fact that he killed the believers of the Lord of God and devoured the flesh and blood of the believers.
"It must be you, it's you! It was you who killed him, it had nothing to do with me..."
Mr. Wu said hysterically.
Shui Yanluo didn't want to bear this "guilt", so he said piously: "Mr. Wu, you should recognize me. I am also a believer of the Lord of God. I..."
"Shut up!" Mr. Wu said angrily, "I understand, it must be you who brought these evil people here. You betrayed the Lord of God, and you are also a sinner of the Lord of God!"
Shui Yanluo looked ugly.
Xiao Diansi's eyes flashed slightly and he said: "Mr. Wu seems to know nothing, so there is no point in keeping him alive. In this case, let's cut open his belly and take out the token so that we can get out."
Mr. Wu looked shocked, "Why cut open the belly?"
Xiao Diansi looked at him and said slowly: "You turned into a monster, stole our tokens, and swallowed them in your belly."
Mr. Wu said: "Impossible!"
Xiao Diansi didn't talk nonsense to him, "I'll cut open your belly, take out the token, and show it to you, then you'll know."
Mr. Wu said in horror: "How can this be done? I am seriously injured. Once my belly is cut open, how can I still be alive? Even if I don't die, I will only have half my life left."
Xiao Diansi said indifferently: "What does it have to do with me whether you die or not? I just want the token."
"But I really don't have a token in my belly."
"How do you know there isn't one?"
"How could I not know if there is something in my stomach?"
"I don't believe it."
"you……"
Xiao Diansi drew his sword and wanted to cut open Mr. Wu's belly.
Mr. Wu's face was pale and he was unable to resist, "It's really not true. I don't feel any foreign body in my belly at all..."
But Xiao Diansi didn't listen, he believed that seeing is believing.
At this moment, Mo Hua suddenly said: "Xiao Diansi, Mr. Wu may really have no more tokens in his belly."
Xiao Diansi was slightly startled and frowned: "Why?"
Mo Hua said: "He turned into a monster. His flesh and blood are too filthy and can corrode foreign objects. The fish bone token does not look like a very solid thing. It has been swallowed by him for so long. It must have been long ago."
Corrupted by blood..."
"Yes, yes," Mr. Wu grabbed a life-saving straw and nodded repeatedly, "This kid... what the little Taoist said makes sense!"
Xiao Diansi looked stern and silent, wondering what he was thinking about.
Seeing the opportunity, Mo Hua said to Mr. Wu: "Now that the gate of Dragon King Temple is sealed, do you still know other ways to leave Dragon King Temple?"
Mr. Wu looked hesitant.
Mo Hua's tone became colder, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, this Xiao Diansi is not easy to deal with. If you are of no use, even if there is really no token in your belly, he will disembowel you."
Belly……"
Mr. Wu's face was as white as paper. After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "There is a way to get out..."
"What can be done?"
"I also hid another token..."
Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where is it hidden?"
Mr. Wu looked frightened, hesitated several times, and finally said slowly, "I hid...in the altar..."
Mo Hua was startled for a moment, and then a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
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