high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 415

"Big murderer?"

Song Chi, who was following closely behind, was startled. He shrank his neck subconsciously and hid behind Taoist Feixuan.

After the trembling sound just now, the entire sticky darkness became crowded, and in the depths, it seemed that there were countless dark ghosts baring their teeth and claws, staring at them gradually with their bleeding eyes wide open.

Song Chi's whole body was swaying, and he forced a smile with a bitter face.

"What..." His voice was a little trembling: "What... so fierce?"

Song Chi was dumbfounded.

This series of events completely fooled him.

First, he met a teacher who had been away for many years, and was fortunate enough to explore the Lotus Market together, but the dream of becoming famous and establishing a foothold was not enough, the first few knives almost shocked his soul.

Kill, kill, kill...

In just one day, it was even more thrilling than all Song Chi's 27 years of experience combined.

When the venerable of Landa Temple pressed down with his palm, Song Chi really shed tears, and his howling sounded full of crying, but before the tears touched the ground, the world turned upside down inexplicably, and his group suddenly entered the lotus market.

In the thick darkness where you can't reach your fingers, everything is as quiet as death...

When he came back to his senses from a daze, there was only one Daoist Feixuan beside him, who looked like a concubine, and the rest were separated by the chaotic field of the Lotus Market.

"Master Daoist, Lord Daoist."

Lowering his head in a daze, looking at the ups and downs in the depths of the earth's eyes, the small qi ball that was punctured, Song Chi felt a little nervous:

"You always put it plainly, it's fierce, why, why is it fierce again!"

"Ever heard of jumping corpses?"

"I heard."

"If a person's anger persists after death, and he cultivates Yin Qi in the burial ground, the corpse will be able to communicate with spirits." Daoist Feixuan patted the ashes on his legs and replied dully:

"This is the sitting place of a great man. After his death, some masters transformed the terrain, arranged the mountains and rivers into a killing array, and locked everything up."

"What?" Song Chi seemed to understand.

"Han'er, haven't you understood yet?"

Taoist Feixuan got up abruptly, with an extremely gloomy expression on his face:

"The body of that big man is psychic, and he has already become the leader of the corpse!"

"I originally wanted to release Mingtang's ten thousand horses, reorganize the terrain, and find a way out of the dead, but I fell for it!"

"What I found was not the Mingtang, but the Zhenlongyan locked in the terrain—"

"Now the two mouthfuls of town longan have been destroyed by Daoist and another idiot. Damn it, it's all fucked up!"

Saliva sprayed like a torrential rain, and Song Chi, who was drenched all over his head and face, was dumbfounded. When he realized it, his face turned pale.

"Then, what kind of corpse..." Song Chi stammered, "Are you out of trouble now?"

Taoist Feixuan had a sullen face and did not make a sound.

"We just entered the Lotus Market, how could we encounter such a ghost? What kind of world is it now!" Song Chi was desperate: "Is there still time to run?"

"There's no help, just wait to die."

Taoist Feixuan laughed at himself, and then a ruthless look appeared on his face.

Under Song Chi's astonished gaze, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, sacrificed it on the compass, and emitted bright lights, like a fairy sword flying across the sky.

"The old rice dumpling is so powerful, you dare to confuse the Taoist master and use it as a spear, fuck it!"

There was no trace of grace on Taoist Feixuan's face, he spat hard on the ground, the compass above his head was dazzling, like a burning fireball, slightly dispelling the darkness.

"The leader of the corpse must eat blood after he escapes, so be careful."

Taoist Feixuan turned his head and spoke harshly to Song Chi, uncharacteristically:

"Just escaped into the lotus market and came to this deadly place, the Taoist confessed! It's because I'm not good at learning!"

"But my old cow doesn't taste good—"

"If you want to eat my meat, it will lose half of its teeth!!!"

in the dark.

Still silent...

Song Chi was holding a ruler, his hands and feet were cold, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and soon soaked through his inner shirt, he was in a terrible state of distress.

His face was full of vigilance and vigilance, and he didn't relax his hand holding the ruler at all, lest the corpse leader in the dark suddenly snap off his back, pull out his head, and suck up all the blood in his chest cavity. !

escape--

There is no escape.

In this darkness, no matter how hard you look, you can only see less than three feet away.

And take the initiative.

It also seemed that he didn't die fast enough.

The darkness and silence are like a wide curtain, square and square, covering everyone neatly and seamlessly.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the passage of time has lost its concept.

When Song Chi couldn't bear this silence any longer, he trembled and wanted to speak out.

Ahead—

There was a sudden sound of light footsteps.

"coming!"

Taoist Feixuan, who was also sweating profusely, yelled angrily, shaking his hands under his Taoist robe uncontrollably:

"Damn! Hit the motherfucker!! Kill it!!!"

Roars of anger or despair explode like thunder!

Just as Taoist Feixuan raised his hand tremblingly, deep in the darkness, a voice suddenly stopped his movements.

"It's me." Wuming's voice sounded: "It's all right now."

"..."

"..."

Taoist Feixuan and Song Chi looked at each other, a look of surprise flashed across each other's faces, but they both tacitly did not withdraw their hands.

"It's all right."

Wuming's figure came out of the darkness, and he looked at the two men, who were sweating profusely, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They were slightly surprised, and then returned to their usual indifferent expressions:

"Yin Qi can erode bones, so it's better not to stay for long. When you find Mr. Gongyang and the others, let's leave together."

The monk bowed silently towards the distance.

then.

Deep in the dark.

A black light avenue rolls out like a rainbow in an instant, pulling Mr. Gongyang and others who are at a loss, the black light avenue roars and disappears, and after a flash, it immediately escapes into the boundless abyss.

"and many more!"

Looking at the people beside him, Taoist Feixuan couldn't believe it: "You killed that corpse leader? Otherwise..."

"Mr. Wang Fu is not a member of the corpse leader, and I can't beat him."

Wuming was startled slightly, and shook his head:

"The master already intends to chase away the guests, so let's go."

It's not the leader of the corpse? !

and also--

Wangfu? ? ?

Taoist Feixuan froze on the spot, feeling helpless for a while.

"Who is the owner of this burial place?" In the distance, Mr. Gongyang showed a look of shock on his face: "What did he say?"

"How shall I tell?"

Wuming laughed at himself and lowered his head, silently smiling.

boom! ! !

But at this moment, a chariot suddenly smashed through the sky, blasting a huge trembling sound, and a statue of Dharma statues, colorful and majestic, flew out of a pitch-black hole.

"Eh?" Someone above the sky was suspicious and cast his eyes: "What a natural shade, it seems that a terrible monster is trapped!"

"Avoid it."

"Don't provoke me!"

"The venerables of King Kong Temple have also arrived one after another."

Amidst the discussions, above the sky, a calm and peaceful voice stopped all the commotion:

"According to the decree of the Immortal Dharma, first cut off the ignorance, and then eliminate the supernatural powers!"

"As for this shady land, there is a great evil in it, so don't provoke it!"

The calm and peaceful voice carried a bit of solemnity:

"It's so weird in the lotus market. After killing Wuming, leave as soon as possible. Don't stay longer!"

(End of this chapter)