Everything in the blood moon world belongs to the will of the world. The senior leaders of the Night Watch Division have not yet reached that level, so they still have hope for themselves.
Even if this hope ends up being nothing but the moon in the mirror.
Zhou Li returned the ancient book and looked at Mr. Zhang lying desolately on the ground. He seriously suspected that Mr. Li and the others had forgotten him.
I couldn't help but asked out of curiosity: "Is there any explanation for Mr. Zhang lying in this position?"
"ah?"
"Hahaha." Several people looked at Mr. Zhang, who had stiff limbs on the ground, and almost simultaneously showed embarrassed smiles.
Zhou Lipo was a little speechless. No need to doubt it. It seemed that he really forgot to give it.
Mr. Qi, who had always been a little transparent, walked up to Mr. Zhang. He was wrapped in black cloth, even his eyes were not exposed.
I saw Mr. Qi taking out a black rag doll from his black robe, placing it behind Mr. Zhang's eyebrows, and began to dance a mysterious dance while mumbling something:
"The soul is coming back! If you go to your eternal stem, what is the four directions? It is ominous to leave your happy place and leave it! The soul is coming back! You are not above the sky. The soul is coming back! You are not under this secluded place...
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Before the soul-calling words were finished, the black rag doll spontaneously ignited without fire, and the blue flames burned blazingly. But the strange thing was that it did not cause any harm to Mr. Zhang, and even the hair on his forehead was not singed.
"Damn it, these idiots have forgotten about me again! They are indeed worthy of the eighteenth level of hell. They just ripped out my firewall!"
In the origin of Mr. Zhang's soul, his consciousness was locked inside, looking at the boundless darkness around him and playing with his nails out of boredom.
At this time, a little blue light appeared.
Looking at a little blue light, Mr. Zhang suddenly said with joy: "Old Qi, you old boy is finally here."
Reaching out to grab this bit of blue light, a familiar touch came over him. Mr. Zhang slowly opened his eyes, and the black rag doll turned into ashes at the same time.
Patting the ashes on his forehead and touching the slightly cold ground, Mr. Zhang complained: "At least give me a blanket. This cold ground will sooner or later catch a cold."
Immediately after the painting, a deep voice sounded, and Mr. Zhang asked with a serious face: "How are you now? Have you found any rules for surviving these eighteen levels of hell?"
"..."
There was silence all around, and no one responded to his question.
Mr. Li and the others were not surprised by this. Looking at Zhou Li who was puzzled, he explained: "This is a side effect of his life-saving method. It will be normal after a while."
"Life-saving method?" Zhou Li asked with some confusion.
Mr. Li replied with a smile: "This is a unique life-saving method of the hungry ghost path. The highest level of the hungry ghost path is: eat me, eat me, and there is no self in the world."
"For Lao Zhangtou, the soul self is the most important, and the physical body can be replaced at any time if there is a problem. Of course, this is only an ideal state, and the original body still has the highest adaptability."
"Based on this principle, Lao Zhangtou created a unique life-saving method on his own: life and death."
"To put it simply, when encountering a danger that is invincible and unable to escape, his consciousness will shrink back to the origin of his soul, lock the origin of his soul in suspended animation, and emit unique fluctuations to minimize his sense of existence."
"When the crisis is over and the consciousness regains control of the body, side effects such as unstable personality and physical disharmony will occur."
"But if you are not deceived, or if you encounter an enemy who likes to crush your bones and ashes, your life and death will become a courtship of death."
"You're just looking for death!" Hearing Mr. Li choreographing him, Mr. Zhang walked towards this direction with exaggerated and extremely twisted steps.
Three somersaults in one step, twelve somersaults in just four meters, and six minutes of walking.
ten minutes later.
Mr. Yao and the others continued to look for ways to crack the steps. Mr. Zhang squatted aside with a red face. This would be embarrassing and embarrassing.
Zhou Li carefully recalled the moments when Mr. Zhang had an accident. When he stepped on the steps, he would be hurt by the pictures. This was true for the first step, and it was also true for the second step.
"Second level, second level, two..."
Zhou Li stared at those steps, and he suddenly realized it as if he was enlightened. In order to verify what he was thinking, after he told Mr. Yao about the matter, he unconsciously looked at Mr. Zhang again.
"Ahem, cough, cough, let Lao Zhangtou go. If his life-saving method is used for a long time, it will still cause some damage to the body."
After listening to Zhou Li's analysis, Mr. Yao did not choose to let Mr. Zhang try again. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.
Half an hour later.
Six members of the night watch department, dressed in black, appeared behind the three death row prisoners. After seeing that the crimes they committed were outrageous to both humans and gods, Mr. Yao nodded and said that these could be used.
First was the unlucky guy No. 1. Mr. Yao kicked him directly to the seventh step, staring at his changes.
I saw his body soaring into the air, and he was still alive when he crossed the steps in front. But the moment his body touched the steps, his whole body became stiff and he rolled straight down.
Then came the unlucky guy No. 2. Yao Lao grabbed him by the collar, threw him hard, and threw him directly to the platform on the steps.
Before anyone could feel relieved, the white jade railings on both sides emitted two pale white lights, and Unlucky Guy No. 2 evaporated from the world in an instant.
Looking at the outrageous scene in front of him, the unlucky guy No. 3 opened his mouth slightly. Before he could shout, Mr. Qi slapped him on the back of the head. He instantly fell into a daze and looked like an idiot.
"The soul has returned and traveled to its hometown."
"The soul has returned to heaven and earth, give me the order!"
As Mr. Qi recited the incantation, Unlucky Guy No. 3 showed a silly smile and slowly walked up, drooling.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Lucky Egg No. 3 walked straight to the platform in front of the gate, still maintaining vital signs and without any accidents.
With a wave of Mr. Qi's right hand, Lucky Egg No. 3 turned into dust. The breeze blew slowly, and the dust was blown away between the sky and the earth.
Looking at this scene, although his original idea was overturned, Zhou Li already knew how to get through this level.
When he was about to step forward, Zhou Li found that Mr. Yao and his party were staying in place with sad faces and had no intention of stepping forward.
He asked very curiously: "Mr. Yao, Mr. Li, do you have any questions?"
I saw Mr. Yao shaking his head and sighing: "The innocent heart, the empty state of mind."
"This is not difficult for us, but to achieve this, we only need to empty our minds and be in harmony with heaven and earth."
"But Guitian Dao is very crazy. To empty your mind and unite with heaven and earth is tantamount to courting death. Alas... I'd better try to find another way to enter."
When Mr. Yao said this, Zhou Li remembered the crazy world will of Blood Moon World and couldn't help but touch his chin and think about it carefully.
After a moment, Zhou Li was seen walking forward slowly, placing his left hand on the steps, and a bewitching manzhushahua bloomed.
The flowers took root on the steps, absorbing the supernatural power of the slate paintings, and continued to multiply and bloom. As time passed, a sea of enchanting blood-red manzhu and sahua flowers covered the entire steps.
He carefully stepped on the petals and walked up step by step. The evil ghost in the painting seemed to be on the verge of death and did not attack Zhou Li who was stepping on the steps.
Zhou Li walked to the platform, looked at the people below and explained: "We have all fallen into misunderstandings."
"Since this is a library, there must be people coming in and out on weekdays. It is impossible for these people to maintain an empty state of mind all the time. They must be negligent over time."
"In other words, maintaining an empty mind is just one of the ways to clear the level."
"Based on the performance of the last two people, I guess you just need to keep your feet on the ground and ignore these stone paintings at all."
"These eighteen levels of hell training should be for the leaders and elders of the Yin Yang family."
As he spoke, he jumped on it and then said: "It turns out that my guess is correct."
Knowing how to pass the customs, these stone paintings can't stop them.
Mr. Yao patted his forehead and said with a wry smile:
"After all, I am still old, and my brain can no longer keep up with that of young people. I didn't think of such a simple question."
While shaking his head, he drew a big knife from the void.
The appearance of the broadsword is very simple, just like the large sword from the Anti-Japanese War period. The red satin on the handle is as bright as blood.
Old Yao held a big sword in his hand, and his waist was as straight as an ancient pine. There were some dark red blood stains on the shiny sword, which could not be washed or wiped off.
"bass……"
The tip of the knife is inserted into the ground like cutting tofu, and the blade swings back and forth with a squeaking sound, which means that the sharp knife intention spreads upward like running water.
When the swaying sea of flowers touched the sword, it gave way and retreated to the left and right, leaving a passage two feet wide.
Mr. Yao, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhang, and Mr. Yun stepped on the flowing sword intent, and slowly
Come to the platform.
The broadsword flew into Lao Yao's hand as if it possessed spiritual intelligence.
The group of people stood on the broad platform, looking at the thick and majestic bronze door in front of them, and the ancient and mysterious atmosphere came to mind.
I saw the old ghost step forward, with tears in his eyes in simple clothes, stroking the bronze door and murmuring to himself: "After many years, the Holy Land of the Yin Yang Family has finally reappeared in the world. Master, I am worthy of your teachings."
Immediately after the palms were closed together, several black and white gases swirled in the palms of the hands amidst the roar of the wind, and the white jade pillars on both sides glowed faintly in response.
Chant the mantra:
"Nonuo Guogu, leading three stars on the left, three prisons on the right, the world is turned upside down, and all nine roads are blocked."
"I have made you lose your mind, and my true self has been confused. East is the west, west is the south, south is the north, and north is the east. Those who pursue me will never be able to catch me!"
"The stars are shining in the north, the feet are thousands of miles away, the six armors are in full swing, don't avoid disaster."
"Cultivation of this way, Yin and Yang go against the flow to find chaos, and the five elements are reversed to know the heaven and earth."
After reciting the mantra, he spread out his arms, and the black and white energy in his hands separated and tore and poured into the jade pillar along his fingertips.
In an instant, the two jade pillars turned into black and white, emitting a shimmering light, and rotated left and right respectively.
Half a quarter of an hour later, two rays of light emitted from the black and white jade pillars and shone on the bronze door. The animal-headed door knocker turned secretly, and the crisp sound of the machine amplified the sound.
The array of fluorescent patterns on the facade flows, the dots of starlight echo the starry sky, and the sun and moon patterns hanging high shine brightly, as if everything has come alive.
The ghost old man grasped the door knocker with both hands and pushed open the door slowly and firmly. After entering, the others followed closely behind.
Looking at the brilliant scene around him, which looked like the starry sky, Zhou Li couldn't help but marvel at the rich imagination and creativity of the ancients.
It has lasted for thousands of years and has not decayed, so it can be called a treasure.
The group of people continued to move forward. Yao Lao and the others took out their weapons and focused on guarding the surroundings. Zhou Li watched their figures gradually become a little unreal, and instantly understood that he was in trouble again.