Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Gradually, the warriors realized something was wrong.

It always feels like something is missing.

They looked around and finally reacted.

By the way, it's the big sister.

The warriors are all busy, except for Miss Elder Sister.

Speaking of which, is the elder sister still in a daze on the ninth floor?

In Yuanyuan's words, she was in a daze because she was in a daze, but unlike what the warriors guessed, she didn't think about such things as swordsmanship and kendo, but observed the nine-story pagoda from a special perspective.

Su Xiaoqiang's guess before was correct.

But it was more terrifying than she imagined.

The nine-story pagoda not only uses living piles as its foundation, but also the walls, roof, beams and columns of the building, the carved mahogany, and the Zhuwa white walls are all made of living piles.

It is completely a tall tower made of living piles as building blocks.

And the reason why they do this is not purely because of superstition, this is a mysterious world, dragon blood and alchemy are the mysterious manifestations of this world, and among them, explained by the theory of occultism, people do not return to nothingness after death , After being processed by special rituals, the so-called spirit will be left behind after death.

Most of these secret methods are evil and cruel, because generally in the explanation of mysticism, the deeper the emotion, the more it can condense the essence of the soul, so what emotion can be obtained and catalyzed more conveniently than pain?

Therefore, the secret methods that often condense the soul belong to black magic, such as witchcraft in the Western Middle Ages, penance in certain churches, and living piles.

On the surface, the solemn and solemn nine-story pagoda looks like a tower of pain and wailing from another perspective. You can see the sad spirits of girls everywhere. They emit blue light and together form the nine-story pagoda. The coat of the Buddha.

Through a special perspective, Yuanyuan can see Chen Jiumo working hard to piece things together in the Lion Mountain and the Sea of ​​Blood, and can also see Su Xiaoqiang holding the girl's body with a sad face.

She saw the relaxed expressions of these girls.

I also heard their whispering in the ear.

After a long time.

"That's right."

Yuanyuan nodded, and she opened her eyes.

A faint blue flashed in the depths of the clear eyes of Jian Xin Kong Ming Zhe.

She gradually detached from the special field of vision.

Gem-like eyes looked around.

"I see."

Yuanyuan said.

The girl holds the sword, step by step.

She went down from the nine-storey pagoda in turn.

Passing by the same door one after another.

But no one noticed.

This scene looked like magic in the eyes of the mixed races outside.

The organizers seem to have noticed the situation here, the camera has been following Yuanyuan, all the way down from the Nine-story Pagoda, the elder sister of Kyushu is like a white lotus who is left alone in the world, and like a traveler in parallel time and space, until she reaches the second place. At the junction of the first floor and the first floor, the only person who can see her appears.

"Elder Sister?"

Su Xiaoqiang looked surprised.

"Ok?"

Yuanyuan looked at her sideways.

In her field of vision, there are many blue spirits floating around Su Xiaoqiang's body, they are all young girls who act as living piles.

Compared with the many spirits Yuanyuan had seen before, the expressions of these girls around Su Xiaoqiang were more relaxed, and the pain eased a lot.

They seemed to want to get close to Su Xiaoqiang, but they couldn't. There was a silk thread connecting the girl's spirits to the place where their living piles were buried, binding them tightly here.

Yuanyuan's eyes fell on the thin line of light, and she was thinking seriously, but in Su Xiaoqiang's eyes, it looked like she was in a daze.

In the next second, something even stranger happened.

Without warning, Yuanyuan swayed a flash of sword light.

In Su Xiaoqiang's eyes, the elder sister simply swung her sword at the empty place.

This is... what happened?
She doesn't have a round field of vision, so naturally she can't see it. This flash of sword light cuts the thread that locks the girls.

But empty.

The round sword light passed through.

"really."

She was talking to herself, and then turned away under Su Xiaoqiang's bewildered gaze.

Su Xiaoqiang stood on the second floor, watching Yuanyuan's back disappear into the layers of curtains.

She wanted to follow, but for some reason, a voice deep in her heart was speaking to her.

do not go.

What Su Xiaoqiang didn't see was that the spirits of the girls surrounding her were waving their hands and shaking their heads at her.

Elder Sister... Is this going to go out?
Su Xiaoqiang thought to himself.

But the truth is not what she thought.

Yuanyuan did not leave the nine-storey pagoda.

She was standing in a corner of the main hall on the first floor.

He looked up, down, left, and right, pretended to be listening, and nodded.

"Got it, it's here."

At this time, there were no other warriors around Yuanyuan.

The only one who heard her voice was the mixed race who was watching the live broadcast at the moment.

The topic of discussion has changed since just now.

The live broadcast followed the perspective of the warriors from the first floor to the ninth floor of the pagoda, and all the behaviors of Tantric Buddhism were displayed in front of them, studying the evils that will inevitably accompany Deadpool, even monks who claim to be merciful are no exception, even more than The guesses of the mixed races were even more terrifying.

As for the last Buddha of the past, the Buddha of the present and the Buddha of the future, the Buddhist marrow researched by the doctor, and so on, the reaction they caused was very strange.

None of the warriors who participated in the operation were of mixed race, so they naturally did not know the meaning of the Buddhist marrow, but the hunter website was different from the night watchman forum, and those who were qualified to browse these two places were basically of mixed race, not to mention the mixed race organization Even ordinary wild hunters, most of them can see the essence of Buddha's marrow at a glance.

This is the evolutionary requirement that the hybrids dream of.

Judging from the murals, the essence of what the future Buddha called turning into a Buddha is turning into a dragon.

It is precisely because of this that when the Buddha's marrow appeared, the discussion area became obviously deserted. Obviously, for these mixed races, something more important than posting appeared.

Regardless of the mixed race organization or the senior hunters, they are concentrating on recording all the information about the Buddhist marrow. This is the research crystallization of a refuge. In normal times, it may cost a lot to get these indicators, but at this moment, they are displayed like this in front of everyone.

The 68 murals contain far more information than warriors from Kyushu can interpret. With the network resources of mixed races, it is really easy to find a few masters who are proficient in religious knowledge.

Even so, the content deciphered by warriors from Kyushu is already very precious, and the information about past Buddhas, present Buddhas and future Buddhas is jaw-dropping.

More and more people are planning to set off for the roof of the world.

If nothing else happens, the palace complex and underground refuge of Tantric Buddhism will become a carnival for adventurers. The value contained here is so great that people can't help but feel excited.

As for scruples, they don't care about Kyushu and Tantric Buddhism. Kyushu's performance is amazing, but Tantric Buddhism also has so-called present Buddhas and future Buddhas. It is not yet known who will die in the end.

In fact, in the guesses of the mixed races, the outcome of the two organizations, Kyushu and Tantric, has a high probability of losing both sides.

At that time, the results of the shelter will not let them get whatever they want.

As soon as the camera turned, the mixed races showed surprise.

At some point, Yuanyuan was already in a dark passage, which seemed to be at the bottom of the nine-story pagoda, lower than the first-floor hall.

Just now the camera turned and skipped a section, so the mixed races don't know how Yuanyuan found the way.

All in all, when she realized it, Yuanyuan was already here.

If the nine-story pagoda in the center of the refuge is a solemn and solemn religious building, the underground passage is like a magic cave.

Skeletons can be seen everywhere, twisted deformed monsters that cannot be named, and Yuanyuan looks around curiously. The walls on both sides of the passage are like a museum of prehistoric monsters. People take a huge hit.

It is said to be a magic cave, it is a magic cave, the further you go in, the louder the sound of the huge heartbeat becomes, as if the gods are beating drums in your ears, and the thunder is incessant.

Finally, it's over.

Instantly enlightened.

A huge lotus platform with a compassionate Buddha on the lotus platform.

He is so huge, as if the giant Buddha in Leshan has come alive and has life. His brows are kind, his smile is gentle, and the thousands of arms that give people a sense of harmony and beauty are like misty clouds, without any sense of abruptness. I just find it pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly, something like a shooting star slid across the cloud, but damn, where did the cloud come from here, it was clearly only a thousand-handed monster.

The mixed-races looked intently, only to feel horrified. It turned out that the so-called shooting stars were actually Deadpool.

The location of the lotus platform is not a pond, but a swamp where countless dead waiters sink and float.

Occasionally, an arm descends from the sky, grabs a Deadpool, and throws it into the mouth before it has time to scream and howl.

This mouth is not the mouth of a merciful smiling face, but the back of the monster, densely packed with big mouth, saliva flowing, sharp teeth bared, bright red tongue with long barbs, one opening and closing, and a dead waiter disappears.

On the front is a compassionate Buddha, and on the back is a demon of greed and violence.

This is, now the Buddha.

Feeling something in Yuanyuan's heart, she raised her head, the bangs on her forehead were calm and automatic.

The girl's clear eyes met the Buddha's peaceful and joyful eyes.

In the next second, the peace and joy in the eyes were gone.

The boundless tyranny drowned him like a sea tide.

Yuanyuan looked at the sky.

Have you ever seen what it looks like when a thousand hands press down at the same time?

Like, the sky is falling.

…………

In the past, the Buddha was on the nine-storey pagoda. He is the origin of all, and the source of the current Buddha and the Buddha's marrow.

Now the Buddha is under the nine-story pagoda.

Then, it is conceivable where the Buddha's marrow, which represents the future Buddha, is located.

Chen Ping pushed open the door of the hall with one palm.

He didn't go to the secret road, this is not Chen Pingan's task, it is enough to have Yuanyuan over there, waiting for Chen Pingan to have other things.

For example, the master of Tantra.

The old monk sat casually on the lotus platform, concentrating on playing with the rattle drum, spinning it with his hands, and the drumsticks hit the drum surface, making a special magical sound.

It was like the cry of a girl.

The old monk seemed to enjoy this voice very much, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, pure as a child.

His spirit was so devoted that the door opened and Chen Pingan walked towards him step by step, but the old monk didn't respond.

About ten meters away from the old monk, Chen Pingan stopped.

His martial arts intuition was warning him.

There is danger ahead, we cannot go any further.

However, the danger...

where is it?
Chen Ping scanned the front vigilantly.

A lotus stand, an old monk, a rattle, an empty bowl, and an overturned octagonal glass bottle.

Chen Ping's eyes stayed on the glass bottle for a moment, and with his eyesight of nine-turn golden body, he could see a little golden liquid remaining in the glass bottle.

Chen Pingan's martial arts instinct told him that there was something wrong with this liquid.

"Oh, here comes the guest."

The old monk seemed to have noticed Chen Pingan only now.

He glanced and found that Chen Pingan's gaze was on the octagonal glazed bottle, so he smiled knowingly.

"Well, it's a pity, young man, you are late."

As he spoke, he shook his head, as if he really felt sorry for Chen Pingan.

"However, it doesn't matter."

"Anyway, it's an unfinished work."

The old monk was talking slowly. At the same time, there was an inexplicable and subtle voice echoing in this space. Chen Pingan's ears moved slightly, trying to distinguish, his eyes circled around the hall, and finally it was Falling back to the old monk.

Although the tiny sound resounded throughout the room, Chen Pingan could tell that the source of all the sound was the old monk.

Or, to be more precise, the skin of the old monk.

That is, the whole process of seed germination and growth was condensed to just a few seconds.

The skin on the old monk's body surface was split into gaps.

In the beginning, there were only fine cracks, but later these cracks became bigger and bigger, and dark red fleshy branches grew out of them, some of which plunged into the ground, and some twisted and intertwined with each other.

Chen Pingan suddenly figured out what the subtle noises he heard before were the dark red flesh growing out of the old monk's body piercing into the ground, and when walking around the walls and ceiling of this room, there was a sound. movement.

But when he thought of the surrounding walls, the ceiling above his head, and even the ground where he was standing, there were dark red flesh and blood branches.

Even with Chen Pingan's disposition, he also felt a chill.

The old monk on the lotus platform over there is hardly a human figure.

He seemed indifferent to the weird scene unfolding in the room.

Just continue what you just said.

"It's not done, it's not done."

"After all, young man, you also know that the blood of a real dragon is not so easy to get."

"Not to mention the blood of the first generation."

"However, my requirements are not that high.

"As long as it can be used, it can be barely enough."

"So."

Speaking of this, the old monk paused.

The rattle I was holding stopped turning.

The two amber-like drumsticks swayed with the inertia, and finally hung down slowly and feebly, neither shaking nor shaking.

"I have a granddaughter."

"She's beautiful."

"Especially those eyes."

Chen Ping frowned slightly. He wondered if the old monk in front of him had a mental problem, why he kept saying things that people couldn't understand.

The old monk probably also saw Chen Pingan frowning.

He smiled.

"Why, don't believe it?"

"Oh, yes."

"I'm just saying that, if you believe it, it would be strange."

After talking to himself like this, the old monk raised the rattle under Chen Pingan's gaze.

"Look at it."

said the old monk.

"Look at them."

Chen Ping subconsciously followed the old monk's hand and looked at the drumstick of the rattle.

It was a drumstick like amber.

Or rather, eyes.

"Looks good, my granddaughter's eyes."

The old monk said affectionately.

Then he opened his mouth and swallowed the rattle.

Touch your belly.

The old monk showed a satisfied smile.