Tang Qi Tan

Chapter 686 Struggling
At this moment, Ning Yi was already terrified, but he thought of seeing the end of the betrayal congregation who had been executed in public by chance; but just as he was about to scream and struggle desperately, he found that his whole body was limp and unable to use his strength; his throat It was also numb and dull, unable to make a sound.

He could only watch helplessly as the Great Sutra Master gently squirmed the lump of jujube-sized flesh and sent it to him with a silver clip; another powerful warrior who was directly under the teaching sect opened his unconscious mouth and The moment it was about to be stuffed in, there was a sudden commotion from outside.

"It's flooded!" "It's flooded." "Be careful, someone sneaked in and set the fire." Then, it turned into one after another of shouting, shouting, and the faint sounds of fighting with soldiers.Then a leading fighter came back and reported in a low voice: "The news has just been released, and it turned out as expected."

"Is it because some of the new believers outside the sect are secretly making trouble." The master stopped his movements, and wrote lightly: "I knew that among these bad Taoist thieves, there must be more insiders and colleagues." The party happened to be brought out together and cleaned up."

As if confirming his words, the fire that was lit outside was quickly extinguished; and the voices of conflicts and weapons clashes were also suppressed, and finally completely disappeared.In the end, only a dozen corpses were dragged in amidst the bloody smell.

Like some kind of sacrifice, it surrounds Ning Yi who is tied to the mandala mandala; it is arranged in a special position.However, it seemed that the number of sacrifices was not enough; then several more people were brought up, but their facial features were completely destroyed, like walking corpses.

These people whose hands and feet were imprisoned in flesh and blood by special iron brazes were some outlaws and knight-errant heroes captured by the Dayun Sect during the expansion process;They were pressed in the position of the huge mandala painting; a knife cut their throats and blood spurted out.

And when the hot blood flowed on the mandolin mandala painting on the stone ground, it spontaneously transpired and spread, and the whole piece of ground painting that was several feet long and wide, which looked simple and mottled, was quickly blurred into bright colors; Let the gods and Buddhas in the sky and King Kong flying in the mandala paintings come to life.

It was as if it had suddenly become lively, bright, and dazzling; but the faint bloody smell emanating from the mandala did not make people feel sick or nauseated; instead, it had an intoxicating sweet feeling.Immediately, the crowd watching the ceremony couldn't help being intoxicated.

And the great sutra master was familiar with stuffing the ball of flesh and blood into Ning Yi's forcibly opened mouth.The next moment, he regained the feeling in his mouth; however, what an indescribable torture it was; the inner wall was pierced by countless tentacles with suction cups.

Then, amidst the severe pain, twisting, and convulsions enough to cause facial spasms, while continuously absorbing the body fluid and blood flowing in the cavity, it slowly squirmed and produced more sharp tentacles, desperately trying to squeeze them into his throat; It was like being forced to swallow a burning sea urchin in an instant.

And the blood that continued to flow and smear in the mandala painting on the ground gradually gathered on Ning Yi's head after a lot of steaming, covering him in a cloud of pink mist.It also made Ning Yi, who had foreign bodies constantly protruding from his throat and mouth, look even more horrified.

"Take this merit as merit!" Then the Great Sutra Master showed his usual benevolent smile, and bowed to Ning Yi, who was constantly struggling and twisted to the limit: "May I use such a sinner's body to breed more Dharma protectors." Treasure; I only wish that in the last days of the red lotus, Maitreya will be reborn."

"I only wish that in the last days of the red lotus, Maitreya will pass away." The other church leaders, altar owners, society leaders, as well as Dharma protectors, envoys, and scripture teachers present all prayed in unison: "Admonish Shi Arouse the joyful heart, the original mind of practice has no thoughts, serve the saints, and quickly escape the hurdle of life and death."

For a moment, the scene of the ceremony, which was full of bloody and cruel atmosphere, turned into a solemn scene, as well as the Holy Spirit; it seemed to be in the real Garan Temple full of gods and Buddhas in the sky.However, this scene did not last for a moment, and was suddenly broken by the sudden intrusion from outside.

A dharma soldier without many short arrows almost staggered, tripped, and knocked over behind the crowd, and then shouted with all his strength: "Great scripture master, a powerful enemy sneak attack, all the guardians outside and many dharma The soldiers can't hold back anymore, but I ask the Fire Runner and the Yasha Department to help."

As soon as his words were finished, thunderous roars resounded in the distance one after another; followed by screams and screams, one after another, rippling inside and outside the temple.Among them, a whistling presence in the night sky suddenly shattered the tiled roof and arches of the rear hall.

With a bang, it fell heavily on the ground, and the two French soldiers who were caught off guard were smashed into flesh and blood on the spot; after a spiderweb-like crack was smashed on the edge of the mandala painting; Jumping up, he knocked down a sutra teacher again.

Only then did it roll down, and the panic-stricken crowd also scattered and gave way to a blank space.At this time, someone stepped forward to recognize this round thing covered with flesh and blood residue: "This is a cannon, a fire cannon that only exists in the navy, how could it fall here!"

At the same time, the cracked corner of the mandala ground painting also caused the pink air mass covering Ning Yi's head to dissipate in an instant.And at this time, suffering from severe pain in his body, he also inadvertently recovered most of the sensations in his body other than his head.

I saw that he tore and pulled out without hesitation, the palm that was nailed to the mandala painting with a door-shaped iron rod; It pierced his own jaw; it also pierced the foreign body that was desperately growing and extending in his throat.

In an instant, from the wound that was torn open, there was a fierce infrasonic neighing; and a splash of red and yellow mixed slurry; then he used his other hand to tear the skin of his throat, at least even if he was going to die here, he shouldn't To die as heterogeneous nourishment and seedbed.

With such reckless determination, he quickly touched, above his ragged Adam's apple, a group of growths tightly wrapped around the trachea and esophagus; Might; torn it from the blood-soaked neck.

Following a few crisp cracking sounds, the lump of strange flesh and blood, which rapidly multiplied several times in Ning Yi's throat, was completely thrown off the ground of the mandala together with the large lump of flesh whiskers; however, it was It also seemed to be absorbed by invisible things, and quickly decayed and turned into a puddle.

At this moment, Ning Yi seemed to be relieved and fell to the side, feeling that the vitality was flowing along with the huge gap in his neck; however, as the blood flowed, a mass gathered between his head and face again. The pink mist stimulated the wound to wriggle and contract.

In the blink of an eye, the huge wound that had been torn out on his neck had turned into a bright red scar in the shape of a tree branch.And Ning Yi, who lost all his strength again but didn't die on the spot, also witnessed with his own eyes what happened next in the apse without moving.

(End of this chapter)