Everyone was shocked by the female corpse crawling out of the ancient well. Although she had been dead for many years, she was still intact. She could still read poems in her mouth, which was inexplicable.
Although she is also wearing Buddhist robes, she is different from those ancient corpse monks. Her skin is intact and her facial features are exquisite. It can be imagined that before she fell, she must have been a peerless beauty who captivated the world's overlords.
Who would kill such a beautiful and sacred Buddhist woman and then throw her body into an ancient well?
She stood above the ancient well and looked for a long time at the tall Buddhist pagoda in the distance. There was a Buddhist candle there that was always bright.
"Third uncle, do you think this woman is dead or alive?"
Feng Yizhi had lived for most of his life and had never seen such a weird thing. He said: "She has no life at all, and she also exudes a biting cold air. She has obviously been dead for many years, and her vitality has long disappeared in the long river of time.
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"Hey! It's a pity that such a beautiful woman died here, and there was only an ancient well left to bury her in!" the protector of the Feng family sighed.
Dongfang Jingyue seemed to be touched, and said in a cold voice: "There are so many beauties in the world who have a bad life. Her appearance and body will not decay after her death, but many more peerless beauties end up turning into old and despised old women.
, and finally died alone in a low grave and turned into a handful of loess. Who knows how beautiful she was during her lifetime."
As soon as Dongfang Jingyue opened his mouth, the three guardians of the Feng family all shut their mouths and stopped talking.
When the sound of the third Buddhist bell ringing came from the third pagoda, the woman wearing Buddhist robes finally sank into the ancient yellow mud well and disappeared from everyone's eyes.
It's like a beautiful girl from heaven has been buried in the earth, which makes people miss her.
"I have long said that there must be a well of corpse water in this ancient well. You should believe it now, right?" Dongfang Jingyue just wanted to persuade Feng Feiyun to take her to escape from this desperate place as soon as possible.
He warned him not to get close to this ancient well.
Feng Feiyun shook his head and said: "No matter how high this female Buddhist's cultivation was, if she had been soaked in corpse water, she would have turned into bones long ago. But after thousands of years, her body has not
Damn, there is still a trace of spiritual thoughts in your mind, doesn’t this make you feel suspicious?”
Although the woman sank into the ancient well again, the aura of weeping and the bright treasure light in the ancient well did not dissipate. Instead, it became even more radiant. A faint fragrance rushed out of the well, like an eighteen-year-old virgin.
The delicate fragrance is like the medicinal fragrance of a peerless elixir.
It seems that there really is some great treasure in the ancient well.
"boom!"
The ground suddenly trembled, and a thunder sounded from above.
A ray of white sword light tore through the darkness and flew through the air, bringing with it a series of beast roars and thunder. It was simply powerful and astonishing.
The divine sword opened the way, and a giant beast ten feet tall came through the air.
This giant beast is like a small mountain, with a head like a crocodile, a body like a glutton, and a tail like an ancient bird. Its whole body is covered with scales as big as a palm, and there is a pair of huge scale wings on its back.
This is an ancestral wind beast, very rare, with boundless combat power.
Although the Ancestral Wind Beast is quite spiritual and contains spiritual energy, it cannot fly with a sword!
There is an iron sedan chair on the back of the ancestral wind beast, which is like a closed tower, decorated with iron-inscribed bronze mirrors and white pillars with flying eaves.
But the curtain of this iron sedan is also made of iron cloth. Even a hurricane can't blow the curtain open. Naturally, outsiders can't see who is sitting in the iron sedan?
"call out!"
The white flying sword circled above the temple, flew back again, and was inserted on the top of the iron sedan. The sword was dazzling, with streaks of white light shuttled across it, very agile.
"Such a strong pressure, where did it come from?" Feng Feiyun felt the blood boiling in his body, as if there was a big mountain pressing on his head.
"That's... that's the Sky-Shattering Spiritual Sword, a spiritual weapon that suppresses religion. Could it be... him..." Feng Yizhi was well-informed, and he guessed a fierce person in his mind.
"The founder of the Dayan Immortal Sect, Yue Chongzi is here!"
A group of Dayan disciples wearing apricot-yellow robes rushed out from the darkness. The two disciples who had met Feng Feiyun before outside the valley were also among them.
They went straight to the underground temple, stood outside the temple, stared at the iron sedan in the sky, with a pious light in their eyes, and shouted in unison: "My children pay homage to the ancestor!"
"Poof! Poof!"
The disciples of the Dayan Immortal Sect all fell to their knees on the ground!
Calmness has finally been restored!
"I didn't expect that Cangsheng Cave Mansion would attract all the founders of the Dayan Immortal Sect. Yue Chongzi was a great immortal cultivator who became famous three hundred years ago. He held the Shattering Sky Sword and made the heroes of Nantai Mansion bow their heads in battle." Feng
The protector of the family had heard of Yue Chongzi's name.
"This is a real giant-level figure. He has sealed the sword for more than two hundred years and is pursuing the path of immortality. It seems that he must know some secrets about this temple, so he can't wait to leave.
Come here."
Even Dongfang Jingyue, who had always been arrogant and domineering, calmed down at this moment. After all, a giant-level figure like Yue Chongzhi is a respectable senior no matter where he goes.
"boom!"
A sea of fire burned from the black curtain in the west, rolling up a wave of fire as high as a nine-storied tower. The wave of fire rolled past and was powerful enough to burn an ancient city into ashes.
Another big shot has arrived!
The sea of fire soon burned outside the temple, rolled up high waves, and the flames condensed and turned into a huge figure, ferocious and terrifying, with teeth and claws, like a troll.
"This...this...could it be that Huotoutuo, the third hall master of Senluo Hall in the past, has arrived? Isn't this evil demon suppressed in the Shendu Prison for hundreds of years? Why is he still not dead?" Dongfang Jingyue's expression changed drastically.
, she felt an illusion that the sky was about to fall and the earth was falling.
The cultivation level of this demon was too high. He once carried a hundred-mile-long mountain range on his back, trying to break through the divine capital and challenge the majesty of Emperor Jin. However, he was suppressed by Emperor Jin with a palm and was imprisoned.
Entered the thirteenth floor of the Great Prison of the Divine Capital.
Being able to receive the Jin Emperor's palm without dying has proven that this demon is powerful and is definitely a giant in the world.
That was all hundreds of years ago. Who would have known that hundreds of years later, this devil would actually escape from the Great Prison of the Capital of Gods and come here.
Hearing Huo Toutuo's evil name, all three guardians of the Feng family turned pale and broke into cold sweats all over their bodies.
The evil reputation of this demon still makes people tremble even after hundreds of years.
The figure condensed with flames was dozens of feet tall. Compared with it, it was as big as an ant. The flames were even more terrifying, vaporizing a thick layer of soil on the ground.
First, he was the founder of the Dayan Immortal Sect, and now he is the third master of the Senluo Palace. These two people are both people with earth-shattering cultivation. Unless something huge happens, it is impossible to alert them.
The ancient corpse monks in the temple were naturally aware of the uninvited guests outside the temple. They all roared loudly, and black energy arose from their rotting bodies. They were all high-spirited and furious.
At this moment, they no longer chanted sutras and chanted Buddhist scriptures. They rushed out of the temple as if they were enemies of life and death, activating the formations in the temple and making a loud roaring sound.
This scene was so shocking that it was as if more than a thousand cultivators at the divine level were killed in the air at the same time. No one could stop this force, which was enough to bleed thousands of miles.
"Prajna!"
A low and old voice came from the pagoda with Buddhist candles in the distance, as if an old monk was chanting sutras.
But the voice was so low that people wondered if they heard it wrong. After all, this dilapidated temple had been buried underground for thousands of years, so there was no way that there was still an old monk alive.
But after this old Buddha's voice, those ancient corpse monks who were originally arrogant and ferocious, all retreated like a tide, and one by one started meditating and chanting sutras, some beating wooden fish, and some chanting Buddhist beads.
The wooden fish was so rotten that it almost turned into wood dregs, and the Buddhist beads were rotten to the core.
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