Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 80: Enchanted (5)
The sudden change of Taoist silence was restrained. Ning Que instinctively wanted to escape with Mo Shanshan, and he ran as far as he could, but he did not do so, but was planning to solve all this with Yuan Thirteen Arrows because he knew how to escape. Surely can't escape.
When he pinched the cold tail of the talisman arrow, the old monk's thin palm had already begun to spray powerful aura.
When he pulled the iron bow to perfection, Ye Hongyu had already lowered his head and fell limp.
He saw the despair in Ye Hongyu's eyes, and also saw Master Liansheng's cold eyes without any emotion.
Mo Shanshan was awakened from the illusion by him and instantly woke up. His black hair, like a waterfall, suddenly floated up behind him, and his right hand trembled in the air. He knew that the three of them were facing a desperate situation, and he was the most powerful half-dao divine talisman with one move.
Faced with such a powerful double attack, the old monk sitting in the mountain of bones still had no expression on his face. He just took a light look and his eyes fell into the eyes of the two.
Just at a glance, Ning Que felt an unbearable severe pain in his mind, as if the hammer above his second senior brother hit his head with an invisible speed. When his eyes turned black, he loosened his fingers.
Mo Shanshan felt that his chest and abdomen were suddenly broken by a Daoli knife. All the angular intentions accumulated in the formation outside the mountain gate were sprayed out, but they were not happy. There was only endless pain, and his fingers suddenly froze.
Fu Shi left the string like a black shadow. At this time, Ning Que's sea of consciousness was in chaos and could not control it at all. The iron arrow shot back with a whoosh and shot back into the corner of the Demon Palace, directly breaking the huge rocks there, piled up Become a rock mountain!
The meaning of the divine talisman brewing between Mo Shanshan's slender fingers instantly became dim and weak, just like the small oil in the room that could not flow through the air, was swept by a strong wind, and suddenly extinguished silently.
Blood spurted out of their mouths almost at the same time, and fell to the ground with a weak power... and could no longer stand up.
Master Liansheng looked at the two people who were falling down with blood spray. The pupils in his eyes were dark and cold... as thin as rice grains, it looked extremely weird, and his shriveled chest and abdomen seemed more empty than before.
The seemingly light look actually contains an extremely terrifying realm... The old monk was imprisoned for decades and spent decades before he regained his mind power, just because of this glance, was consumed completely.
Master Liansheng looked at Ye Hongyu kneeling in front of him with expressionless expression, and slowly stroked her hair on her head with her palm, as if she was a gentle lover. Then he suddenly smiled slightly, and his smile was still so compassionate and peaceful.
With such a gentle and compassionate smile, he leaned over and lowered his head against Dao Chi's slightly cool cheeks... like a kiss like a whisper, gently touching her left shoulder with his lips and began to suck and suck gently.
The old double lips greedily absorbed on the girl's naked tender skin like a water frog. The thin and shriveled cheeks were very rhythmic, and the fresh blood slowly entered his double lips, moistening him. The throat that had been thirsty for many years began to nourish the internal organs that he had not felt in business for many years.
A moment later... the old monk raised his head and looked at the girl in his palm... His eyes were gentle and pity, and the faint and exquisite Buddhist aura appeared on his face. Even the drop of red blood on the corners of his dry and cracked lips also showed compassion. Meaning of
The sea of consciousness was completely controlled, and the mind power was exhausted... The body was so weak that it could not move its fingers. The powerful Taoist cynical was not even as good as a baby at this time... But she just looked at the old monk indifferently and had no reaction at all.
She knew that she might not be able to escape from the sky today. She was as proud as she would naturally not beg for it. Even though she had severe pain and unbearable disgust from her shoulders, she still maintained her absolute calmness because she didn't want Lian to let her do it. The zodiac sign of the God of Life has the possibility of getting a quick resurgence from it. This is the only resistance she can do before her death.
"Your blood is filled with the power of light, the extremely pure and rich aura of Taoism. Even decades ago, I rarely had the opportunity to taste such a top-notch power."
Master Liansheng looked at her beautiful cheek gently and said pity: "It's a pity that you are no longer virgin. The shadow in Dao's heart gave him a little more dryness in his blood, otherwise he could be compared with the pure and charming smiles back then."
Ye Hongyu listened to this sentence, her hands that were unable to support the bone slag on the ground trembled slightly, but she was still stubborn and cold without saying a word. Suddenly, her eyes shrank slightly because she saw a very strange picture. Screen.
Master Liansheng's thin cheeks were faintly filled with a little more plump than before. His dry and pale lips showed a few traces of blood, and a burst of vitality arose naturally.
When Ye Hongyu thought of the legendary Feng Demon Sect's martial arts, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his body.
Master Liansheng no longer looked at her, looked up at the wetness between the cracks on the roof. It was probably because of the gradually regaining vitality, or perhaps because of the beautiful girl's blood, he couldn't help but start to recall the proud and wonderful scenery. Over and murmured, "I remember that the king of Southern Jin was newly established, and there were beautiful women dancing in the courtyard..."
The old man's slightly hissing sound suddenly stopped, and he looked at the two people who were unaware of life and death on the ground.
Ning Que was not dead or unconscious. He felt that his body was extremely painful as if it was disintegrating. His consciousness could not control his body's movements. He understood that it should be because his sea of consciousness was seriously damaged by the old monk's eyes.
He supported the ground with his elbow and wanted to get up, he wanted to pull the bow and arrow again, he wanted to pull back the big black umbrella behind him, and he wanted to pull back his three swords, but he could not complete any action. He could only look at the other person in despair.
The old monk just took a light look, and he and the book fan were completely knocked down, which was really frightening. In the pain and trance, Ning Que remembered that he had asked his master what the fight was like in the realm of knowing fate. Yan Se The master took the second senior brother of the academy as an example, saying that if the second senior brother only needs to look at you, you will die...
This old monk, who had been imprisoned for decades and was extremely weak and almost half dead, could approach the peak level of his second senior brother at a glance. When this person was mentally fulfilled and healthy, he had already practiced. What a terrifying realm? Could it be that he has transcended the world and broken through the five realms!
At this moment, the old monk looked at him.
He saw the strange change on the old monk's cheek... he was shocked and speechless, unable to understand what was going on.
Mo Shanshan was extremely weak due to excessive thinking about breaking the block formation. The previous half of the Taoist talisman was severely injured.
At this moment, looking at Master Liansheng's strange changes... her body trembled violently, with an uncontrollable timid look in her dark eyes... she said in a trembling voice: "Cat meal... Could it be...is it...a meal? ”
The Xiling Temple Book once recorded that there was a strange beast in ancient times, named Li Gu, with a head but no body, and was greedy and fond of food.
There is another record about Li Gu in the Xiling Temple Book... It is the extremely evil technique of the Demon Sect. The powerful Demon Sect who practices this Demon Sect will swallow the flesh and blood of the practitioners to strengthen their own breath. , Greed is easy to kill, and is the most sinister and evil. Even the vast majority of people in the Demon Sect are ashamed to be with these people.
The Demon Sect itself dislikes the Demonic Art of Hezhe, which is undoubtedly one of the most evil techniques in the world.
Ning Que had never heard of this and the magic skill... But the scene where Lian Sheng gently sucked back the blood in the wound of the red fish in the leaves and caused a great shock to his mind. Later, Master Lian Sheng's lifelong vitality can be seen with his flesh. The speed of the two is stronger, and he naturally guessed what this means.
After coming to this world, he had seen many cruel things, even more terrifying, bloody and weird scenes. Knowing that life and death are destiny can be called fearless... However, thinking about it Later, he would be slowly eaten by this thin and ghost-like old monk, and the shadow of his mind that he had left when he was young suddenly expanded, making his face pale instantly, and his eyes were filled with fear.
Perhaps it was to overcome the fear in his heart... Ning Que said to Mo Shanshan beside him: "Don't be afraid of him, he has been trapped for decades and has already exhausted his energy... The previous glance has exhausted the mental power he has accumulated hard If he could still fight, he would have killed you and me long ago, and he would not be able to get rid of the iron chains that penetrated his belly."
The old monk looked at him and said with a gentle expression: "The eyesight is indeed good."
Since the old monk cannot get rid of the iron chain for the time being, he still needs to use his magic skills to turn the flesh and blood of Taoist cynical into his own strength. Now what Ning Que and Mo Shanshan need to do is to race against time and compete with the old monk for who to reply. Fast speed.
Ning Que sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and put on the bridge of Yi, Mo Shanshan took back his left leg and sat in a scattered lotus with great difficulty. The two began to meditate at the same time, but after a moment, they opened their eyes in shock and despair.
Master Liansheng saw that the two of them were under a strong mental impact, which even affected the five internal organs and six internal organs. The sea of consciousness was even more severely damaged. At this time, they could not enter the meditation of the most mature puncture on weekdays.
The two looked at each other and chose to give up in a tacit understanding, preparing to try the method of using the talisman. The mental power required for the runes was still less. However, the next moment, they found that even this path could not be achieved!
The heaven and earth vital energy in this dark room is so thin that it is almost non-ordinary. Fu Dao needs very little thought power. However, Fu Dao is also the use of the heaven and earth vital energy after all. What's the use if there is no heaven and earth vital energy rune!
The gentle voice of Master Liansheng sounded in the room.
"Bones are fences and mummies are fences, but they are just appearances. In fact, this cage is made of bluestones and sword marks. It was arranged by Ke Haoran himself. Even if I can't use it, I can't crack it, let alone you all child?"
The cage array arranged by the uncle of the little master himself? Ning Que looked around in shock and found that there were thousands of deep scratches hidden among the mottled marks on the stone wall. The scratches seemed to have no connection. It was slanted and scattered together, but it formed a barrier like night, making the aura of heaven and earth outside the Demon Palace unable to seep in!
There are still many things behind the fog, but Ning Que can be sure that he has some love. He looked at the old monk in the Bone Mountain and said, "You are indeed not bound by yourself, but are locked up here by the uncle of the junior class to atone for your sins!"
The old monk was silent for a long time, and a bright luster appeared on his slightly dry cheeks. He said proudly: "I know that I am guilty of me, only Chunqiu. Neither you nor the world nor Ke Haoran, you have no such qualifications."
Ning Que asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"
"The Buddha's son, Taoist priest, the god, the tiger, the skinny dog, I played too many roles in my life, and in the end I almost forgot who I am, whether I am the great priest of the temple, the mountain guardian of the Buddha's sect or the demon. The sect’s great sacrifice? However, what does this external identity have to do with the real you and me who are the real inside?"
The compassionate and gentle expression gradually faded away with the wind. The old monk waved his tattered and ragged monk sleeves, his charming and unrestrained manners, and said calmly: "I am a lotus with thirty-two kinds of petals, and their petals are different, but I don't know why people in the world always want it. Think of the shape of a full lotus with the beauty of a petal? If I want to become a Buddha, I will become a Buddha, and if I want to become a demon, I will become a demon."
As the words fell, the old monk took Ye Hongyu's slender arm with a look, lowered his head and bit it, then swung his head left and right, tearing off a piece of flesh and blood into his lips with difficulty, and began to chew seriously and concentrate.
(You are uncomfortable again. Fortunately, it’s Saturday tomorrow. Amitabha. See you the day after tomorrow. I wish you a happy weekend.)