Su Jing not only saw the evil Buddha's eyes changing, he also understood the other person's eyes: there was no fear, no disgust, not even disgust. The only emotion in his eyes was: ridicule.
What kind of evil figure would look at nearly a hundred monks, including masters of 'Li Shan' and 'Tian Yuan', with such eyes? Su Jing didn't know, but he was at least sure that the other party was not afraid of him.
Not afraid at all.
Which side of good and evil is strong and which is weak? The look from the ‘evil Buddha’ has already made it clear.
Su Jing remained calm. He originally wanted to discuss it with everyone after leaving here, but if that didn't work, he would invite experts from Lishan to come for rescue. Even if it was a false alarm, he would still be able to kick the iron, but he never expected that Chong Na would actually do it.
As if fighting, he raised his hand and smashed the big Buddha.
Now that the evil demons have died down, they will not show up easily again. If an angry mortal or a low-level monk destroys the Buddha statue, there will probably be no terrible consequences, but Chong Na is different. He is an expert with a well-known reputation and superb cultivation. He
In order to hurt Su Jing's face, he sent a wrong message to the demon: did Chong Na Lao Dao realize that we were looking at him?
The Buddha statue was smashed to pieces.
The moment the smoke and dust dispersed, a pitiful scream suddenly came from the darkness, like a long needle covered with rust, piercing everyone's eardrums, and immediately, the world was spinning!
The dome of the Main Hall was gone, and everyone could directly see the sky, which was pale and white. The sky was not straight, and at a glance there were countless black cracks in the pale white sky; the sky was unstable, shaking violently, as if it would collapse at any time, accompanied by a roar.
There was a strange noise. If you look closely, it turned out to be countless white bones. The sky was paved with numerous bones!
The green brick floor under the feet disappeared and turned into an endless sea. The black sea is the color of dried blood. The sea has no waves and is as calm as a pool of stagnant water. It is really 'dead', otherwise why would there be a strong rancid smell that would not even exist at all?
The monk in prison was so choked that his true energy was churning inside, and it was difficult to even cast a spell!
A strong wind swept across - the wind formed by the convergence of thousands of sword energies, or had it nothing to do with the sword, the wind here was so sharp? No one could tell clearly, but everyone understood that as long as they were swept by the strong wind, they would only be broken into pieces.
A dead body with thousands of pieces and the same fate.
There was a clear rebuke, and a low and muffled roar.
The butterfly on Fusu's hand flew away, and with a slight flutter of wings, everyone's eyes suddenly became beautiful. The colorful auspicious light flowed in the wind, and the sword energy surged in the beautiful light! The dancing butterfly, Fusu's sword, the sword butterfly.
A moment slower than Fusu, the flower branch in Fang Xianzi's hand trembled violently, and the clusters of peach blossoms were shaken off and drifted away. Countless petals flew away in the dense fragrance, rushing in with a pitiful frailty, but with an overwhelming determination.
The strong wind. The petals were ruthlessly shattered by the wind, but the wind also stopped because of it, so the lingering fragrance of the flowers still remained. The sword of Mr. Fang was rewarded by the elder Hong, and the peach blossom was red.
The two people who were the first to take action and protect everyone in time when the strong wind hit were Lishan disciples Fusu and Fang Xianzi. They followed Su Jing's advice and awakened the magic weapon from the moment they entered the temple, always with a warning.
Heart, so the two of them can be the fastest.
Li Shan Zhenzhuan had the same reaction. Fusu turned his hands again, and two butterflies flew up. They were no longer colorful wings, but two solid-color butterflies, one red and one yellow. They flapped their wings and continued to face the strong wind.
Three butterflies and peach blossoms danced in the air, scattered and broken by the strong wind.
First, Su Jing rewarded him with the Tianshui spirit, and then his master helped him to refine the treasure. Mr. Fang was no longer the ordinary cultivator twenty years ago. Now his cultivation level has entered the fifth realm. After activating the peach blossom, he helped and supported him.
Empress Su took out a red bamboo flute from her sleeve and placed it across her lips. Soon a melodious tune sounded, and those who heard it felt clear in their hearts. The monks who had been caught in the dead sea's rotten smell were greatly refreshed.
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After a while, the strong wind was completely defeated, and the three butterflies returned to Fusu; the petals were hidden in the air, and Fang Xianzi's peach blossom branches were clustered again.
The great temple disappeared, leaving a terrifying world. Everyone else knew how powerful it was, and they showed off their magical weapons and flying swords to protect themselves. Even the old Taoist Chongna nodded to the Lishan disciple, and he had to accept the favor of resisting the strange strong wind.
Then the old Taoist waved his sleeves, and a talisman and seal flew up. As he sang a loud mantra, the golden light of the talisman burst out, transforming into a large group of golden-armored god generals holding spears and awls, protecting the outside.
A spiritual talisman invites you, and thousands of troops come to meet you!
Old Taoist Chongna is not a very good person, but his magic skills are quite impressive.
The monks felt a little more at ease, and took out the magic weapons used for communication one after another, and asked the sect for help and brought in reinforcements. However, they soon discovered that this strange world was cut off from spiritual messages, and the news could not spread.
Chong Na coughed and started to speak, but at this moment, a deafening strange sound suddenly surged between the sea and the sky, and what Chong Na wanted to say was rushed back into his stomach.
Strange noise, completely indescribable sound.
What kind of sound will a broken leather drum make if it is hit hard with a drumstick? Ten thousand broken drums.
What kind of sound will a cracked horn make if someone blows it hard? Ten thousand broken horns.
What kind of sound would it be like for a soldier with no chin and rotten flesh on his face to scream desperately? What kind of sound would it be like to run on the black Dead Sea with green underworld fire on his four hooves? A rusty knife
The broken blade is grinding against the broken iron armor and knocking against the rotten shield. What kind of sound will it make, covering the vast Dead Sea and the white sky? Thousands of troops and horses are pouring in from all directions, and the dark soldiers are overwhelming!
All the monks' expressions changed. Su Jing patted the brocade pouch, took out three pieces of 'Tianxiang Zhenyuan', handed two of them to Fusu and Fang Xianzi, and said in a deep voice: "Swallow it quickly."
Depending on the cultivation level of everyone present, they might be able to sustain themselves for a while against such a wave of Yin soldiers, but there is absolutely no chance of victory. Sooner or later, they will end up exhausted and defeated.
Fire Escape is only thirty miles away. Not to mention that you can't escape from this world. Even the tide of Yin soldiers can't penetrate it. But you can't just sit back and wait for death. Take one step at a time to escape. Fang Xianzi is an honest man. He will throw the pill into his mouth
, but was stopped by Fusu in time. Su Jing frowned: "What's wrong?"
Fusu took out a jade jewel from his bag and said, "Master, uncle, don't blame me if you offend me."
Everyone has the True Inheritance of Li Shan, a life tablet that seals a great magic spell.
Fusu didn't allow Su Jing to react at all, and took the jade in his hand and patted his forehead lightly.
Su Jing felt a bright light burst out in front of his eyes, and there was thunder and lightning in his ears. When everything returned to calm, he opened his eyes again and was shocked to find that he was hanging in mid-air, with Baoli Prefecture hundreds of feet below his feet, where people were coming and going. At the end of his sight, there was a shocking sight
It is the pale white temple of Double Joy.
He has returned to the human world, and the evil monk and evil temple stands majestically.
In the sea of death in Gutian, Mr. Fang, who watched his senior sister beat his uncle to death, exclaimed in horror: "Where have you gone?"
The tide of Yin soldiers is still far away, so everyone still has a little time.
The shattered True Inheritance Card was carefully put away, and Fu Su said: "When I was traveling in the past, I accidentally got a spiritual grass. After I was promoted to the True Inheritance, my master interceded for me and asked the master to personally take action and remove the spiritual grass.
The grass was refined into a spell and sealed in my true destiny card. Master said that female dolls should fight as little as possible."
What is sealed in the Fusu Life Card is not the spell to kill, but the magical power to escape: three hours. No matter where the person is, the person who receives the spell will immediately return to the place where he was three hours ago.
It's not reversing time, it's just sending people to the place where they were three hours ago.
Mr. Fang suddenly realized: "Master-uncle is out of danger now?"
Fusu nodded and asked Mr. Fang: "I can only send one person away. Do you blame me for sending my uncle away instead of you?"
Mr. Fang really didn't blame her. He shook his head quickly after hearing this. In his heart, he admired his senior sister for not escaping on her own. Fusu was very thoughtful and actually saw through Sifangtou's thoughts. He smiled and said, "Don't you think I don't want to escape? But what if it's just me?"
I'm going to run away by myself, but it's okay to leave you behind. I've even left my uncle behind, so how can I explain what I'm going to do when I go back to Lishan? How can Elder Gong spare me?"
Before Mr. Fang could answer, Fusu changed the topic and asked him: "Mr. Fang, how old are you this year? No need to answer, you must be younger than me." At the same time, Fusu's eyes met the approaching Yin.
In the dark tide, three sword butterflies flew up beside me: "Here comes little brat, follow my sister. Don't make a move until I fall!"
Fusu, who had always been gentle and kind, suddenly said something rude, and she smiled.
Su Jing crushed the wooden bell and sent a message back to Lishan to ask for help from the Menzong. But he did not intend to wait steadily - Lishan was five thousand miles away, and he could wait, but Fusu, Fang Xianzi and the others could not.
He casually found a remote place to stay, calmed down his mind, and carefully thought about everything he had experienced in the 'Shuangshuangxi Temple'. Soon after, he patted the brocade bag and took Dou Kui Mingming Zun into his hands.
The curse command was activated by Baozun everywhere, and the bone-chilling evil energy was instantly extinguished. A man appeared in front of Su Jing.
He looks to be about the same age as Su Jing. He is tall, wearing a well-tailored black robe. His long hair is tied up casually with a white scarf. His expression is cold and his eyes are cold. It is more like being summoned than a mourning object.
A solemn young swordsman.
When the young man in black saw Su Jing, he frowned slightly for some reason, but there was no word of dissatisfaction. He just asked indifferently: "Why have you called me?"
Su Jing felt relieved. He was really afraid that he would invite a mourner who couldn't speak: "I have something to ask you. The sky is full of bones, the Dead Sea is gloomy, the cold wind is like a sword, and there are endless underworld soldiers.
, is it a place in the underworld? Do you know where it is? Why is the Shuangshuanghuanxi Temple in front connected to the underworld?"
A series of questions pointed to the key to the trap of the righteous cultivators: those who entered the temple to investigate were all thrown into the underworld by the demon. The enemy may not be very powerful, but they can connect the temple to the underworld. This is
A truly fatal place.
The young man in black did not answer immediately, but said: "That place, please tell me more carefully, and there are those Yin soldiers."
Su Jing perked up. Since he wanted to explain it in detail, the other party must have understood it. He also described the environment at that time and the situation of the underworld army to the young man in black seriously.
After he finished speaking, the young man in black shook his head firmly: "The place you are talking about is not the underworld." Then a sneer appeared on his face, and he said inexplicably: "It's a waste that you have a Dou Kui Ming Mingzun in your hand!"
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