After I worshipped Bodhi, I was invincible

Chapter 137 Intestinal Grass
Being in it, Ao Qing could clearly feel the difference in the atmosphere at the bottom of the water.

This special breath makes people very uncomfortable, as if being watched by a certain pair of eyes all the time.

Pushing aside the water plants with her fingers, a pale and swollen face floated directly in front of her eyes, Ao Qing kept her expression unchanged, silently pressed her fingers on the forehead of the face, and scrutinized it carefully.

"It's a woman. It looks like she's been dead for more than a day."

Looking along the corpse, Ao Qing's expression changed slightly.

At this moment, the swollen and smelly corpse was tightly wound by a mass of fat intestines, and beside the corpse, there were large shadows.

These shadows are not aquatic plants, but plants similar to large intestines, which grow out of the muddy ground.

According to the Mountain and Sea Illustrated Book, this thing is called Huchangcao.

Gutgrass is creamy to the touch, with blood-colored bulbous flowers growing in some mature ones, and it smells like a mixture of honey and osmanthus.

The intestinal grass seemed to sense the approach of a living thing, and suddenly began to squirm violently.

The intestine-like plants and blood-clotting fruits swayed back and forth, exuding a bloody and weird beauty.

After approaching the intestinal grass, the surrounding chilly atmosphere became more and more intense, and at the same time, the tingling pain in the spine was looming.

"How did the aquatic plants grow in the prehistoric period?"

Ao Qing felt that her worldview was collapsing little by little.

Withdrawing his thoughts, his fingers condensed his spiritual power, and cut across the sausage grass.

——"Puff!"

The large piece of intestinal grass was split into two, and the scarlet blood diffused, but it didn't smell like blood, but a scent of rose flowers.

As the intestinal grass broke, countless souls and resentments struggled out of the intestinal grass.

Distorted and deformed human faces alternately swam in the water, Ao Qing's skin was numb for a while, as if an undead passed by against the skin.

He actually killed so many people!
Ao Qing frowned, and regained her composure after a while.

The dead cannot be brought back to life, and the souls of the undead can be saved by silently reciting the mantra of passing away, leaving only some broken souls that cannot be reincarnated.

Obviously, the feed of these intestinal grasses is obviously the three souls and seven souls of living people.

There are countless remnants of undead spirits accumulated in the intestinal grass, which is the great nutrition for feeding the hundreds of undead in "The Book of Controlling the Deceitful"!

Stretching out his hand, Ao Qing put the remnants in the grass into the book.

Countless remnants fall into the Xumi space in the book, and the undead scramble to devour the remnants, like koi feeding in a pond.

This harvest is not small, not in vain.

"Susu..."

A few broken intestinal grass wriggled upwards and wrapped around Ao Qing's ankles, as if they wanted to drag Ao Qing into the bottom of the water and stay there completely.

There are barbs in the intestine grass, the barbs scratched Ao Qing's skin, and the cyan dragon scales showed resistance.

"Ok?"

Ao Qing lowered her eyes, her eyes were cold.

"Really presumptuous!"

With a slight movement of the finger, several strands of spiritual power exploded at the bottom of the water, and countless sausages were uprooted, and in an instant, all of them were turned into powder and fly ash!

After the blood mist diffused, the underwater rose fragrance was particularly strong.

Putting the remnant soul into the book, Ao Qing turned and left.

The paper figurine had already swallowed all the resentment in the black hair, and now the black hair withered and turned into pale white hair.

The bone carvings are full of evil thoughts, not good stubble.

Let him stay here for a long time, it is inevitable that he will give birth to spiritual wisdom and harm one party.

With the fairy sword in his hand, Ao Qing aimed at the bone sculpture and shot away.

"Boom!"

White light suddenly appeared, and the sculpture shattered all over the place.

After putting the paper puppet and "Book of Controlling Deceit" into the mustard seeds, Ao Qing turned around and flew out of the river bottom after confirming that they were correct.

On the shore, Monkey King was lying on the lawn, playing back and forth with a reed in his hand.

Hearing the sound of water, Monkey King stood up and looked at Ao Qing who jumped out of the river: "Senior sister, what's the situation at the bottom of the water?"

"There are some strange grasses growing. Many people died at the bottom of the river. There are countless ghosts. It is estimated that they were raised by the evil spirits of the Supreme Taoist Temple. Unfortunately, there are not many clues. It seems that we can only take the opportunity to sneak into the Taoist Temple and kill the evil spirits."

Ao Qing looked up at Qionglou Yuyu on the top of the mountain.

"The patriarch said to do his best, so he must be not a junior in the audience. If he can't compete with him, he can just use the Wanli Summoning Talisman."

After discussing a few words, I went to the top of the mountain.

After approaching the Supreme Taoist Temple, the unique atmosphere of the prehistoric became more and more intense.

The pain in the spine became more and more obvious. Enduring the severe pain, Ao Qing continued to walk upwards.

At this moment, a green robe disciple was kneeling at the door.

His hair was a mess, his face was bloodless, and behind him was still crawling with scarlet spider-like monsters.

"Please, I am willing to do anything, don't drive me out of the Taoist temple, don't... I don't want to leave, I am willing to do anything for the gods..."

The Taoist disciple standing at the door looked indifferent, "If you want to stay in the Taoist temple, you must let the gods see your piety."

The disciple in Tsing Yi kneeling on the ground was thoughtful, he thought for a while, and suddenly took out a knife from his waist.

"Cultivating the Tao, you must be pious...the heart of the Tao must be firm!"

As soon as these words came out, the knife was raised in his hand and blood spattered out. The disciple in Tsing Yi's arm was completely cut off and fell to the ground.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, his eyes were full of smiles.

The disciple at the door nodded, threw a wooden token into the blood pool, and said coldly: "Go to the main hall to register. If the master wants you to stay, you will naturally continue to stay in the temple."

The disciple in Tsing Yi was emotional, his fingers fumbled back and forth in the bloody pool, and tremblingly picked up the token.

He kowtowed a few times, and ran towards the temple with the token.

The body of the disciple in Tsing Yi was staggering, the blood on his arm was still dripping down, and the sick laughter was endless.

Ao Qing looked at the disappearing back of the disciple in Tsing Yi, and had some guesses in his heart.

Just now, after the nearly collapsed disciple in Tsing Yi cut off his arm, the parasitic scarlet monster behind him began to squirm violently, as if absorbing the disciple's deformed belief power.

It seems that parasitic monsters feed on this "faith".

Most gods rely on the power of incense, but this supreme Taoist temple seems to draw not incense, but an emotion close to self-mutilation and self-forgetfulness.

It seems... to please the gods?

Ao Qing was continuing to think, when suddenly he saw a dark red flying knife shooting towards him.

"Whizzing!"

Ao Qing dodged sideways, the flying knife stuck to her cheek and pierced into the distance, with two "bang bang" sounds inserted into the tree trunk, dark red blood threads wrapped around the branches, and the green giant tree withered and withered in an instant.

"The Supreme Taoist Temple, you dare to trespass privately!"

A male voice sounded, and the Daoist boy at the door was spinning a flying knife all over his body, his eyes were cold.

Ao Qing walked out of the bushes, clasped her fists at the guard at the door and said, "This fellow Taoist, I am not..."

Before he finished speaking, a few more flying knives came to kill him!
Ao Qing frowned and moved her fingers slightly.

When Liu Guang collided with the flying knife, the flying knife was instantly shattered into dust.

How could Sun Wukong stand such bad luck, he was already standing at the door, staring at everyone viciously.

"How can you talk too much to such an unreasonable evil cultivator, even if you want to subdue these demons!"

After saying that, Sun Wukong cast his supernatural powers and threw the guard in green at the door heavily. The man's head hit the ground, and warm blood and brains flowed all over the floor.

Ao Qing was not surprised, and rushed into the hall after him.

The disciples cultivating Taoism and raising insects in the temple were in a mess, most of them were mortals without cultivation, they hid in the room under the pillar in a panic, howling constantly.

Although parasitized, Ao Qing was not killed.

Those who threaten themselves will be served with a fairy sword.

If it is an ordinary Daoist disciple, then turn a blind eye.

After a while, two disciples in blue shirts with the same appearance and handsome looks appeared in front of Ao Qing, with cinnabar spots between their eyebrows.

　PS: At present, the average order is 155+, and it should be [-] per day, but there are indeed a lot of homework recently, and there are no manuscripts saved. I will abide by the promise when I save more points. Thank you for your support! ! !

　　
　
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