At that moment, Ning Yi was extremely frightened, but he thought about accidentally seeing the traitor Dongchang who was executed in public. However, just when he wanted to scream loudly and struggle for his life, he found that his whole body was weak and his throat was weak.
Or maybe he was so numb that he couldn't make a sound.
You can watch helplessly as the great sutra master brings the jujube-sized ball of gently squirming flesh and blood in front of him with a silver clip. There is also a strong man who is directly under the sect's guardian, opening his unconscious mouth, and then
The moment he stuffed it in, there was suddenly a loud noise outside.
"I'm in love with the water!" "I'm in love with the water." "Be careful, someone sneaks in and sets a fire." Then, it turned into a series of yelling, shouting, and the faint sound of soldiers fighting. Then a leading warrior came back.
, reported in a low voice: "The news has just been released, and the results are as expected."
"Is there anyone among the new believers who are outside the sect who is secretly causing trouble?" The Great Sutra Master stopped moving his legs and wrote lightly: "He knew that among those bad Taoist thieves, there must be more outsiders.
I and my comrades happened to come out together to clean up."
As if confirming his words, the fire lit outside was quickly extinguished; and the sounds of conflicts and weapons clashing also muted to the east, disappearing completely before. At first.
There were more than a dozen corpses, dragged in amidst the bloody smell.
Like some kind of sacrifice, they were arranged in a special position around Ning Yi who was tied to the mandala mandala. However, it seemed that the number of sacrifices was very small; and then several more people were
Once he was taken into custody, his facial features would be completely destroyed, and he would look like a walking corpse.
Those whose legs and feet were imprisoned in flesh and blood by special iron rods, or some of the escaped warriors and knight-errant heroes captured by the Dayun Sect during its expansion, or even the core members of the die-hard foreign teachers. They were pinned to the huge mandala.
The position is; a knife cuts the throat and blood spurts out.
When the hot blood flowed on the mandolin mandala painting on the stone ground, it spontaneously evaporated and spread, quickly turning the entire ground painting, which was several feet long and wide and looked simple and mottled, into bright colors;
Make the gods and Buddhas in the sky and the flying Vajra in the mandala paintings come to life.
It was as if everything had become lively, bright, and dazzling; but the faint smell of blood emitted by the mandala did not make people feel sick or disgusting; instead, it had an intoxicating sweet feeling. It immediately made everyone present.
The crowd watching the ceremony could not help but feel intoxicated and intoxicated.
However, the Great Master skillfully stuffed the mass of flesh and blood into Ning Yi's forcibly opened mouth. In the next moment, he regained the feeling in his mouth; however, it was such an indescribable torture;
Then countless tentacles with suction cups pierced the outer wall.
Then, in the severe pain, twisting and twitching that was enough to cause facial convulsions, while constantly sucking up the body fluids and blood flowing in the cavity, it slowly squirmed and gave birth to more sharp tentacles, desperately trying to squeeze into his throat;
It was like being forced to swallow a burning sea urchin in an instant.
The blood that continued to flow and smudge in the mandala painting on the ground gradually gathered on Ning Yi's head, shrouding him in a pink mist. It also made his throat and
Ning Yi, who kept having foreign objects bulging in his mouth, became more and more frightened.
"This meritorious deed is considered to be a success!" The great sutra master showed a gentle smile with kind eyes and kind eyes. Looking at Ning Yi who was struggling to the limit, he put his hands together and saluted: "I hope that with the body of such a sinner, I can give birth to more protectors.
Treasure; I only wish that in the last days of Red Lotus, Maitreya will be reborn."
"I only hope that in the last days of Red Lotus, Maitreya will be reborn." The heads of other sects, altar masters, shrine leaders, very protective Dharma protectors, envoys and sutra masters all present also prayed in harmony: "Encourage charity.
The original intention of cultivating one's heart is to be as happy as a gangster, to serve the saints, and to quickly escape from the trap of life and death."
For a moment, the scene of the orbital ceremony, which was full of bloody and cruel atmosphere, turned into a solemn and sacred place; it seemed as if it was in the Jialan Temple where the gods and Buddhas were truly protecting the sky. However, that scene did not last for a moment, and suddenly
It was quickly broken by the sudden intrusion of movement from outside.
A magic soldier with countless short arrows almost stumbled and fell behind the crowd. Then he yelled with all his strength: "Great Master, a powerful enemy sneak attack, all the guardians and many magicians outside."
The soldiers can no longer resist, but please ask the firebenders and Yaksha tribe to provide support."
Before he finished speaking, roars like thunder resounded in the distance one after another; followed by shouts and screams, one after another rippled outside the temple. Among them, a roaring presence in the night sky suddenly struck
The tile roof and arches of the rear hall were broken.
A heavy bang hit the ground, smashing the two unprepared magicians into pieces on the spot. It also created a spiderweb-like crack on the edge of the mandala floor painting. He continued outside without losing any strength.
He jumped up and knocked down a Buddhist master again.
Only then did it roll down into the panicked crowd, and they retreated to leave a patch of empty space. Only then did someone recognize the round thing covered in flesh and blood residue: "That cannon
Damn, how could these artillery pieces, which are only available to the navy, land there!"
At the same time, a corner of the mandala floor painting was shattered, causing the pink air ball covering Ning Yi's head to dissipate in an instant. At that time, he was suffering from severe pain outside his body and had no intention of doing so.
In a short period of time, most of the consciousness in the body except the head was restored.
Without hesitation, he tore and pulled out the leg that was nailed to the mandala with a door-shaped iron hammer and used his remaining strength to grab the bloody iron hammer that fell off; without hesitation,
It pierced his east jaw; it also penetrated the foreign object that was desperately proliferating and spreading in his throat.
In an instant, fierce infrasonic screams were heard from the torn open wounds; and a splash of red and yellow mixed fluids erupted; then he used his other leg to tear open the outer skin of his throat. At least he could not die there even if he wanted to.
Should we die as alien nourishment and seedbed?
With that kind of overwhelming determination, he quickly felt, under his bruised Adam's apple, a mass of growths tightly wrapped around his trachea and esophagus; he clasped it tightly with his legs and used all his strength.
The whole body's strength was taken away; it was torn from the neck where blood was flowing like a fountain.
With a few crisp snapping sounds, the strange flesh and blood that had been in Ning Yi's throat quickly multiplied several times, and together with the large clump of fleshy tendons, completely fell off the ground of the mandala; however,
Or is it like being absorbed by something invisible, quickly decaying and turning into a puddle.
At that moment, Ning Yi lowered his head and fell to the side as if he was relieved, feeling that his life force was constantly flowing away with the huge crack in his neck; however, as the blood flowed, a mass gathered again between his head and face.
The pink mist stimulates the wound to squirm and shrink.
In the blink of an eye, the huge wound on his neck had turned into a branch-shaped bright red scar. Ning Yi, who had lost all his strength again but did not die on the spot, also witnessed it with his own eyes without moving.