Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Among the people present, the one who has the most say on martial arts is Yuanyuan.

After his judgment, he came to the conclusion that even if he used the word "degenerate" to describe it in the end, it would not be accurate enough.

Although Kyushu Budou does not have a visualization picture that refers to the concept of "fallen", after all, this is already a demon heretic, but with Yuanyuan's knowledge, it is natural to see that if there is really a concept that refers to "fallen" Cultivation techniques are definitely not the mess in the Buddhist scriptures.

After all, depravity is a rather advanced concept.

And the mess in front of her eyes gave Yuanyuan the feeling that a layman who didn't know martial arts at all got a glimpse of the fur of martial arts by chance, and copied it like a dog, and finally got the result.

It is said that painting a tiger is not an anti-dog, but it is actually a thing that resembles a visualization of a picture. It does not have the effect of cultivating strength at all, but it feels like doing the opposite of meditation, especially magnifying the effect of meditation. In order to finally achieve the purpose of influencing people's spirit.

So, does it affect people's spirits...

Su Xiaoqiang seemed to understand.

"So, are they using this to mass-produce Deadpool?"

The martial artists heard the words, pondered for a moment, and nodded slightly.

They also thought that they probably used the effect of the degenerate coat of arms hidden in the Buddhist scriptures to lure the mixed races to degenerate, so as to obtain the research materials they wanted.

That is, the creation of Deadpool by human intervention.

After figuring this out, the warriors suddenly felt that the Buddhist scriptures in their hands became a little heavier, as if this was not a scripture at all, but a living life.

"Look again, don't miss any of them."

"Yes."

The warriors opened the door of each secret room and collected all the Buddhist scriptures.

It was in the process that they found out.

"There are still alive!"

"This way, this way!"

"There are still alive!"

The warriors were shocked and immediately ran towards the direction of the sound.

Yuanyuan and Su Xiaoqiang arrived first.

"Elder Sister!"

The warrior nodded to her.

"It's her, still alive."

On the ground was a young girl with slight signs of becoming a dead waiter, except that scales grew under her ears, and the rest of her body was intact.

She was lying on the haystack, her eyes were haggardly closed, her dry and cracked lips seemed to be squirming, but the amplitude was too small, even Yuanyuan and the others couldn't tell if the girl was speaking.

"Let me see."

Yuanyuan squatted down, hugged her, and listened attentively.

Indeed, the maiden was talking.

But what Yuanyuan said was words that Yuanyuan couldn't understand at all.

Like... Sanskrit.

She called her colleague who could read Sanskrit before, and after listening to him, she confirmed that what the girl was reciting was exactly the content of the fallen Buddhist scriptures.

"Don't read it!"

"Don't read it!"

"Did you hear that!"

"Don't read it!"

No matter what they said, the mixed-race girl fell on deaf ears. She seemed to have completely fallen into the illusion created by the fallen Buddhist teachings, unable to extricate herself. In fact, all warriors can empathize with this. After all, they were also tricked not long ago, and they know what it is. I feel that if it wasn't for the senior sister's action, maybe they would be the same as this mixed-race girl now.

"I come."

Yuanyuan put her hand on the sword and slowly closed her eyes.

The sword with an extremely strong sense of presence appeared again.

Yuanyuan cut out the heart sword.

But it is different from the previous situation.

The mixed-race girl didn't regain consciousness, she just rolled her eyes and passed out.

The warriors looked at Yuanyuan suspiciously.

Not sure what's going on here.

"Her spirit is too fragile to be forced."

Yuanyuan explained.

The surviving mixed-race girl has been tortured by depraved scriptures for a long time, and her spirit is on the verge of collapse. If Yuanyuan treats her the way she treats her fellow disciples, it is not saving people, it is killing people.

This is exactly the so-called truth that the emptiness cannot be filled.

She used the power of the heart sword to slightly affect the girl's spirit, so that she could get a temporary rest from the control of the scriptures.

After deliberation, the warriors decided to leave one person to take care of it, and the rest continued to go up.

From the fourth floor upwards, they are all similar places.

Hybrids are raised like livestock.

They even saw a girl lying on the haystack like a doll.

Su Xiaoqiang's face was as cold as ice.

Growing up in the city, she had never seen such a scene of hell.

The mixed races who were watching the live broadcast outside were also filled with righteous indignation.

Some were so angry that they even broke the computer with a punch, and sat there panting for breath.

"brute!"

If it is said that their attitude was neutral at the beginning, and later turned against because of Deadpool, then now, they can't wait to burn down that palace, and then shatter those bald heads one by one.

These sanctimonious guys have completely broken through the moral bottom line of human beings.

"Long legs!"

"receive."

Outside the palace complex, on an unremarkable piece of ground, the turf actually moved, and the stone slabs were lifted outwards. A bald head poked out, looking left and right vigilantly. After confirming that there was no one around, he let out a long breath.

Safe for now.

Looking back at the palace complex, he still had a look of lingering fear on his face. Where did a group of monsters come from? It's a pity for those little beauties, he shook his head regretfully.

It doesn't matter, escape is the most important thing, first leave this right and wrong place, find a random place, with his skill, and this...

The bald head touched the dark pocket, showing a reassuring smile.

With this baby here, he can't get anything he wants!
Thinking of this, the bald head swept away the haze in his heart, and his whole body cheered up.

The smug smile had just bloomed on his face, but before it could expand, it completely froze.

He felt something against his back.

This sense of danger is unmistakable, he will die!
The bald man raised his hands and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Forgive me!"

Surprisingly, it was a beautiful female voice that sounded from behind.

"If you want to survive, just answer my questions obediently."

With his back to that person, the other person couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, his bald face changed for a while, and finally, he gritted his teeth and his eyes turned cold.

But what is completely different from this expression is his tone.

Obedient and flattering, just like a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

"Okay! Ok!"

"No matter what you say, as long as I know, I'm sure..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned around without warning, and with both hands in his sleeves, he was about to kill the assailant behind him on the spot with a gust of wind.

But he was wrong.

A look of confusion flashed in the bald eyes.

nobody.

There is nothing behind him.

But he clearly felt it just now.

The cold feeling in the back of the heart when the tip of the knife touched.

Absolutely can't go wrong.

The bald head looked around blankly.

The next moment, he thought of it.

The bald face suddenly changed.

It's Ling Ling.

He reached into his arms, as if he wanted to take out something.

The bright sword glow suddenly flashed.

His hands are thrown high.

Blood spewed from the fracture.

The bald head's face was contorted and huddled together in pain.

"this."

A streak of ink flashed across, and Jiu De Mai appeared out of nowhere, and naturally caught the broken hand, and she took off the glass bottle that was tightly held in the broken hand.

The liquid in the glass bottle is amber-like in sunlight.

Mai Tokuku withdrew his gaze and looked at the bald head.

Look at the guy who just broke his hand and twisted into maggots on the ground.

"Aren't you very arrogant when you are violent?"

Jiu Toku Mai stepped on his wound and twisted it.

The bald man let out a heart-piercing, inhuman scream.

He clenched his other hand into a fist and slammed it fiercely at Jiude Mai.

The eyeballs were bloodshot, almost popping out of their sockets.

Mai Tokuro kicked it away sharply.

Then he leaned down and pinched the bald head's chin.

"Tell me, what is this?"

Mai Tokuro shook the glass bottle.

The bald head was almost frightened, he nodded desperately, his lips squirmed, as if he wanted to say something, but he was pinched, and he couldn't make a sound.

The bald head frantically winks at Jiu De Mai, begging like a dog, he doesn't understand what this woman is going to do, he has already agreed to explain it, why don't you let go, you keep pinching him, what can you say!
"The bones are so soft."

Mai Tokuku snorted.

Then she put away her disdain and showed a gentle smile.

To the bald head, this smile is like the worst devil.

"I want to explain, but I can't."

Mai Shutoku shook his index finger gracefully.

"After all, you have said everything you should say, how can I use torture?"

She wiped the knife sheath tied to her thigh, and she shone coldly.

"I heard that you like to use the skin and bones of young girls as instruments, right?"

"What a coincidence."

Mai Shutoku gently aimed the knife at his eye socket.

The bald head's eyeballs trembled rapidly, and the eyelids also blinked non-stop.

He wanted to shout, beg for mercy, kneel down, kowtow, and lick this woman's shoes.

As long as it can give him a way to survive.

But his mouth was pinched, no matter how much he wanted to say, he couldn't say it at all.

But Jiude Mai has seen too many people and too many dead people, like a bald head, even if she doesn't speak, she still knows what this person wants to say.

"Forgive me?"

Mai Tokuro smiled.

"Did you listen when those girls begged for mercy?"

Jiude Mai added force, the sharp blade pressed down inch by inch, cutting open the skin, muscles and nerve fibers.

Mai Tokuro twirled his wrist.

A grape-like bead was thrown high up.

The bald head struggled frantically like a dying fish.

But all useless.

All his wailing was silenced.

Only an unpleasant muffled grunt.

Jiu Toku Mai leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"The first knife."

After a long time, she stretched.

"Completed?"

Potato Chip Girl asked in the headset.

"Well, it's done."

Mai Tokuro glanced at the pool of flesh and blood on the ground.

"No wonder Young Master Lu is so angry. These scumbags are wasting air."

"Didn't you give the information?"

"Then there are some records of missing persons. God knows what those bald people have done!"

"Well, so to speak, our eldest young master can tell at a glance."

Mai Tokuro was thoughtful.

"Master, has he experienced similar things?"

"What are you talking about, long legs!"

"It's not that you haven't read the file of Young Master Lu. Don't you know what happened to him before?"

Mai Tokuro smiled.

"Too."

"However, when you say that..."

The clicking sound of the potato chips girl chewing has also subsided.

She was probably thinking.

"I always feel that something happened to Young Master Lu before, something we don't know."

"lets change a topic."

Mai Toku brought the topic back.

This meeting was during the mission, and they would have plenty of opportunities to discuss about Young Master Lu in the future, so they were not in a hurry.

She lifted the glass bottle and placed it in the sunlight, squinting to see the amber liquid inside.

"They call this... Buddha marrow."

"This is not the real Buddhist marrow. Didn't you hear what the bald man said, it's a fake."

"So what if it's fake or real?"

"I said, long legs, do you really believe it?"

"Ok?"

"Believe what that guy said, this Buddhist marrow can improve bloodlines, and even sublimate into a dragon."

Mai Tokuro smiled brightly.

It is even more dazzling than the warm sun on this plateau.

"Improve bloodline?"

"A group of poor people's dream talk, just listen to it."

Mai Tokuro put away the glass bottle.

"You know, in this world, changing bloodlines is not something that just anyone can do."

"potato chips."

"Ah, what's wrong."

"fine."

"Strange woman."

Listening to his partner's muttering, Mai Shutoku raised the corners of his mouth.

Buddhist marrow...?

This kind of evil thing is really disgusting.

…………

Yuanyuan and his group are about to enter the last floor of the Nine-story Pagoda.

Although they have not encountered any attacks along the way.

It's here in peace.

But there was no relief to be found on any of their faces.

Even Yuanyuan, who had always been concentrating on swords, had a tight little face, implying evil spirit.

They've seen Deadpool, they've seen Half-Dead, and finally they've seen, Half-Blood.

Hybrids without any abnormal traits.

A hybrid that looked exactly like them.

Their encounter with them is no better than Deadpool.

There is even a special floor where various instruments and musical instruments are placed.

Chen Jiumo accidentally knocked on a yellow-brown drum. The sound made him stunned, and he always felt that there was an indescribable weirdness.

Until the colleague who could understand Sanskrit spoke with a pale face.

"That...that's a person..."

He pursed his lips, his mouth seemed a little dry, his throat moved, and he swallowed several times before he uttered the last word.

"Skin."

Chen Jiumo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he staggered back, looked at the drum, looked at his own hand, loosened his grip, tightened and loosened again, for a moment, he wished he could cut off his hand.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath."

Wang Chao pressed his shoulder.

"Calm down, take a deep breath, it's not your fault, you don't know anything, take a deep breath."

After listening to Wang Chao's words, Chen Jiumo loosened his breath, but at this moment, he loosened all the strength in his whole body, and Chen Jiumo almost collapsed to the ground.

No one laughed at him.

Because they knew that if they were themselves, this performance might be worse than Chen Jiumo's.

The warriors looked around the entire space inch by inch.

Their faces are so ugly.

That drum, that flute, that blanket...

are all...

"What the hell is this?"

Chen Jiumo clenched his fists.

Now, in front of them is the last floor of the nine-storey pagoda.

It is also the highest floor.

The warriors had a hunch that there was something waiting for them.

They also memorized the Ph.D.'s research journal.

The mysterious Buddhist marrow, and...

Thousand-handed Buddha.