Li Zhujiu raised his hand and pointed at Liu Fengxu in the distance.
Lin Yanli touched her chin. She had tried so hard to protect her behind her before, but she turned around and left him here. It seemed too callous, so she should wait for him.
"Let's wait for an hour. If he hasn't woken up after an hour, we'll leave!"
"good!"
After talking to Li Zhujiu for a while, Lin Yanli began to look around.
This room is very big, and you can vaguely smell some blood.
About a hundred meters ahead, dozens of corpses were lying in random directions, with numerous scars on their bodies and a tragic death state.
Lin Yanli glanced at it briefly, but her heart didn't fluctuate much.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Lin Yanli noticed a corner.
There were several monks in the same clothes lying there. They should be brothers from the same sect. Judging from the scars on their bodies, they had different techniques, but they were from the same lineage.
"Fellow sects are fighting each other. Did they encounter some great opportunity? Or..."
Lin Yanli thought carefully, recalling some of her experiences in the illusion, and suddenly looked at Liu Fengxu in the distance.
Anger in Buddhism is hatred towards an adverse state.
Losing your temper when you don't get what you want is irrational and impulsive.
People who come out of the illusion can certainly stay awake, but what happens if they fail to come out of the illusion?
call out!
Liu Fengxu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were bloodshot, and the spiritual energy fluctuations in his body were on the verge of going berserk.
"Why can't I learn this heaven-defying technique? Why can't I learn it? Is it true that I am limited by my talent and will never be able to reach the top of the mountain?"
"Since I can't learn it, and I can't let you get this opportunity in vain, I'm going to kill you."
Opening his mouth, Liu Fengxu whispered like a demon, stretched out his right hand, and a cattail leaf fan fell on his hand. With a sudden wave, a strong wind suddenly blew in the closed room.
"Is he obsessed?"
Li Zhujiu reacted immediately, weaving a dense network of sword energy to isolate those strong winds, and then randomly slashed at Liu Fengxu with his sword.
Clang.
Sparks flew everywhere, and Li Zhujiu struck the cattail leaf fan with his sword, but did not let the opponent get away.
The cattail fan blocked the attack, Liu Fengxu raised his head and laughed wildly, looking crazy, raising his right hand high, and his hot breath quickly swept through the entire room.
One blows for wind, two blows call for fire, and Liu Fengxu is pretty good at one.
However, this bit of Taoism was not enough in Lin Yanli's eyes.
She pinched a magic formula in her hand, condensing the vapor in the room to form a water wall. After blocking the fire, she shook the innocent flying sword in her hand, and countless swimming fish sprang out from the sword body, enveloping them.
The water vapor passed through the raging fire waves and fell on the opponent.
Ding!
The swimming fish hit Liu Fengxu's chest and exploded into water spray all over the sky. He grunted in pain, let go of the cattail leaf fan in his hand, staggered back two steps, and almost fell.
"ah!"
The shrill and painful screams echoed throughout the room.
Liu Fengxu's whole body was shaking, and he knelt down on the ground holding his head. His lip was bitten and red blood spilled out. His expression was extremely ferocious and in great pain, as if he had suffered great torture.
After a while, Liu Fengxu slowly raised his head, with swollen veins on his face and a vicious look in his eyes.
He stared at Lin Yanli fiercely and gritted his teeth: "How can you learn such a technique! Why can't I learn it!"
"If you can't learn it, then learn something else. There is always one of the three thousand avenues that suits you. If you insist on learning it yourself if you can't learn it, aren't you asking for trouble for yourself?"
Li Zhujiu gave a clear drink and slapped the sword blade on Liu Fengxu's forehead, knocking him to the ground.
"I can't learn magic either!"
Li Zhujiu is indeed a person with a pure heart, and his sword heart is so stable that it amazes the swordsmen in the world.
"Well done!" Lin Yanli gave Li Zhujiu a thumbs up, and then the innocent flying sword in his hand turned into a crimson colored glaze cup, and tipped Liu Fengxu into it.
"It's the flying sword magical power of Grandpa Zhao from the west of the city!"
Li Zhujiu was surprised when he saw Lin Yanli using a new trick.
Lin Yanli walked forward slowly, tapping her fingers lightly on the glass cup. The sound was very small, but it was a deafening sound that was transmitted into the glass cup.
Liu Fengxu suddenly suffered a blow, his ears buzzed, he covered his head and howled in pain.
"Don't wake up yet!" Lin Yanli shouted.
Liu Fengxu covered his ears with one hand and had a splitting headache. He stretched out his hand and shook it, then pointed at the center of his eyebrows and moved his lips up and down.
I'm so deafened by you.
Lin Yanli put away the flying sword and exhaled heavily.
It would be best if nothing happened. After all, Liu Fengxu's behavior outside the palace made her indirectly owe a favor.
Several people meditated on the spot, and Liu Fengxu looked ashamed.
To think that he, a cultivator at the pinnacle of the Third Realm, is not as good as two little girls.
However, he felt relieved again when he thought that one of these two little girls was from Mutian City and the other was the eldest lady of Thousand Demons Sect.
There are always some evildoers in the world who can stay ahead of others. If you argue with others about everything, you will be the one who is humiliated in the end.
Liu Fengxu sat cross-legged and silently recited the magic formula to regulate his breath. After a while, he opened his eyes and his face had returned to calm.
Li Zhujiu followed Lin Yanli's example, put his hands in his sleeves, walked around and came back, holding several storage bags in his hands.
"It seems that someone in front has already walked out of the room. Their storage bags have been removed. There are still a few people over there who did not come out in the illusion. They should have come in after us."
Lin Yanli looked in the direction of Li Zhujiu's finger and saw several people lost in illusions in the northeast.
These people may be able to get out of the illusion on their own, or they may die in sinking.
Go against heaven and compete with heaven for fate.
Life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven.
Li Zhujiu's eyes flashed, and he pointed his finger forward and said, "There are three passages over there, which one should we take?"
Lin Yanli's eyes fell on the second passage, "The second passage has the fewest entrance traces and the least number of people walking through it. Let's take this one!"
Liu Fengxu nodded, acquiescing to Lin Yanli's choice.
...
The passage extends in all directions, with forks everywhere. No matter what the road is, Lin Yanli always chooses the second road. There are many corpses of sect disciples on the road, which brings a bit of unknown terror to the long and narrow passage.
Soon, the group of people came to a stone door. There were two Buddha statues carved on the door. One was a kind-hearted Bodhisattva, and the other was a Vajra Arhat with angry eyes. Both eyes were inlaid with luminous pearls, shining brightly.
, is like the finishing touch, adding a little life to the two sculptures.
Li Zhujiu raised his long sword, and four luminous pearls fell from his hand. Yan Guo's behavior of plucking his hair made Liu Fengxu silent for a long time.
Opening the door, there is a physical Bodhisattva on the altar in the center of the hall.
Lin Yanli looked at its outline carefully and felt that it looked a bit like the old monk he had seen in his previous vision.