My practice with the fairy

Chapter 183 Holy Maiden, please listen to my explanation (big chapter please order)
Entering this underground Taoist gate, there are a few green trees.

How the trees grew up here in the dark, covered with moss.

After passing the tree, there is a temple.

The entire palace is not completely dark, because there are many thumb-sized fireflies gathered on the roof.

These big fireflies exude a dark green light, illuminating the environment inside.

At this moment, Jing Yue really had the feeling of coming to the underworld.

There is no altar in this temple, and the beams have been in disrepair for a long time, and part of them collapsed.

But the places that didn't collapse were hung with red ropes.

What's even more weird is that there are still human fingers hanging on these red strings.

Most of these fingers were blue-purple, as if they had been soaked in water, and swollen.

They were hung there by red strings, so densely packed that it made one's scalp tingle.

Jing Yue couldn't help muttering, "Why are there so many fingers here?"

He was not familiar with the matter of ghosts and gods, so he instinctively asked the saint girl next to him, just like when he was in the other person's body.

At this time, Jing Yue looked around and found that the saint girl was no longer visible, so he couldn't help asking, "Holy lady, where are you?"

The next moment, the voice of the saint girl came from the beam of the room—"What did you think of the faces of those Taoists?".

Jing Yue looked up, and saw the saint girl squatting on the roof beam in blue clothes, almost blending with the light of fireflies, looking very green.

Although he knew that the other party had used a light-weight technique, Jing Yue saw the long legs of the other party's roundness due to squatting, and the towering chest with the thighs, and was always worried that the decayed beam would be overwhelmed and collapse.

Jing Yue thought about the question of the saint girl, and replied: "The facial features are extremely small, as if they are almost gone."

Ye Ning turned over and jumped down, and the clothes on her body changed from turquoise to black in an instant.

This change is not unpleasant, but Jing Yue, who is well versed in this way, still caught her close-fitting clothes with his sharp eyesight.

After all, he is also a man who can put on and take off his hand in one second.

In short, it's big.

He couldn't help but miss the taste of this body.

Ye Ning didn't seem to notice, but she had actually caught Jing Yue's peeping.

It can only be said that the little thief is still so perverted, still staring at his chest.

She said calmly: "If their facial features are completely gone and smoothed out, what do you think it looks like?"

At this time, Jing Yue remembered the details of that face, that is, there were little circles of texture, and the hair on that head was also very sparse, or even none, mainly because it was wrapped in a Hunyuan scarf, so it didn't look real.

Thinking of this made him angry, and before he could look carefully, he was dragged down by that damn thing.

But after being reminded by the saint girl, Jing Yue probably knew what that thing looked like.

"Fingers, if they don't have facial features, they look like fingers." Jing Yue replied.

Ye Ning nodded, and said, "It seems that the Taoist of Changmu Temple has long since disbelieved in the Heavenly Venerable Master, and has converted to Zhitou."

"What do you mean?"

"Throughout the ages, there have been many gods and demons that have influenced their believers indirectly or directly. For example, monks who believe in the angry-eyed Vajra of Buddhism will have a fiery temper and be irritable over time. It will even comprehend the supernatural power of rage.

If this effect is more direct, the appearance will change, like the reincarnation of the Angry King Kong, they all look very solemn and angry. "

Jing Yue instantly understood the meaning of the saint girl, and said, "You mean, the Taoist here enshrined a finger, so the whole person has become more and more like a finger."

Ye Ning nodded and said, "It's not impossible."

At this time, the two had passed through the palace and entered a corridor.

Above the corridor, just like in the temple, fingers are hung with red threads.

If the previous fingers were relatively similar, the shape of the fingers has changed here.

Mainly because of its size, some fingers are the size of a pig's trotter, and they look like they were cut from the hands of giants.

Jing Yue tilted his head to avoid these drooping fingers, and asked in confusion: "Is there really someone enshrining fingers?"

Ye Ning replied: "There used to be a legend that Wenquxing in the sky cut off the index finger, middle finger, little finger and both feet of his right hand when he cut off evil thoughts and became enlightened. Some fellows asked him why he did this. Said that those fingers and feet practiced with him, and gradually gained their own consciousness.

They are greedy, evil, and can be said to have become demons. If He wants to become a god, he must kill these demons and not leave any of them.

As for where the demonic fingers and feet went, according to legend, they were sealed by Wenquxing, and there are also legends that they escaped, came to the world, and cultivated alone to become gods and demons. "

"Actually, there are many similar legends about gods and demons. It can be said that the organs of gods and demons all have divinity or demon nature. It is not without the slightest basis to be able to cultivate alone."

Jing Yue couldn't help sighing, "Saint, you know a lot."

Ye Ning said modestly, "I just like to read some idle books."

Jing Yue couldn't help complaining: "You are lying to ghosts, you have a lot of idle books, but they are all love and love, and even the color is yellow. I have been with you for so long, and I have never seen a book like this. Strange ghosts."

Of course, this complaint can only be kept in the heart, and cannot be expressed on the spot.

I have to say that hearing such a story in an underground Taoist temple full of fingers is really hellish.

Fortunately, he encountered some strange things when driving the saint and the princess, which warmed him up.

Especially when he was driving the princess at sea, he even fought a life-and-death battle with the strange thing.

But Jing Yue still felt a little cold, and couldn't help coughing slightly.

At this time, the place that should be the main hall has arrived.

Compared with the previous ruins, this relatively grand and tall palace is much more intact.

On the high beams, there were blue-purple fingers of different sizes hanging, which made it easy for Jing Yue to think of the bacon hanging out in the slaughterhouse, which was disgusting and terrifying.

The next moment, Ye Ning suddenly stopped and pointed upwards.

Jing Yue looked over, his eyes instantly became serious.

A row of fresh fingers hung on a red thread there, two of which were dark red even though the blood was dry.

Naturally, these fingers were removed from human hands not long ago, so who are these people?
Jing Yue naturally thought of the person he was looking for, the leader of the Spring Breeze Gang and his subordinates.

And Saintess Ye Ning needs to pay more attention to three, the three missing sons of the prefect's family.

Behind these fingers is a screen wall.

Jing Yue and Ye Ning walked by, and they could already see an altar not far away.

There are no so-called fingers of gods and demons on the altar, it is empty.

The two looked around and after confirming that there were no living things, they went straight to the altar.

Here, the big fireflies have become much rarer, but they still illuminate some places.

But just in these places, the well-informed Saintess Ye Ning couldn't help the scalp numbness and back chills.

This altar is actually a deep pit.

The pit was filled with human skeletons.

They are stacked on top of each other, like a mountain, with a particularly horrifying taste.

At this time, Jing Yue suddenly pointed to a certain place.

There, are some people in clothes.

Obviously different from those skeletons, these people's bodies did not rot, as if they were still alive.

The person they were looking for should have been found.

The two rushed there, but involuntarily slowed down as they approached.

They could already see that several people were alive, as if they had fallen into a coma and were breathing.

But beside them, it looked like the end of the deep pit was actually a dark and boundless space.

There is a faint wind blowing, which is easily reminiscent of a huge abyss.

Yes, there is a bigger pit next to the deep pit, like an abyss.

The darkness there is as black as ink, and I don't know what is hidden, and I don't know where it connects.

Jing Yue and Ye Ning stepped on the wall of the deep pit and leaned over, looking down.

In the deepest part of the abyss, there was a faint gleam, as if a river was running.

Ye Ning stretched out her hand, feeling the wind direction and coolness, raised her eyebrows and said, "Below is an underground river, and there is even a faint yin vein."

This time, everything is right.

It was this yin spirit vein that rushed the remnants of the Spring Breeze gang members into Jing Yue's haunted house, which is why Jing Yue and the others were able to find out here.

As a result, at this moment, the wind chime hanging there shook and made a sound.

The sound came from the main hall above, and it was very crisp.

Ye Ning frowned slightly, and said, "If there is a situation, go up first."

Jing Yue didn't dare to hesitate, and followed the saint girl up.

As soon as they reached the deep pit, they saw all the fingers hanging in the main hall twisting.

Are these fingers alive?

With a snap, one of the red strings snapped, and the fingers fell one after another.

Then, the second, the third
The next moment, these fingers seemed to have discovered them and rushed over.

Hey!
Jing Yue raised the straight knife, the real energy in his body circulated, and he shot it out.

There was a bang, the sound was harsh, and the blade trembled.

Jing Yue slapped three fingers flying away like a badminton, and then more rushed over.

These fingers were very fierce, rushing towards the two of them as if they were going crazy.

The human maple musket in Ye Ning's hand buzzed non-stop, and with a swipe, it stuck to a string of fingers, and then smashed to the ground, causing the fingers to shatter like mud.

The straight knife in Jing Yue's hand was shining brightly, and even used the power of Tai Chi to swing these fingers away one by one.

For a moment, the hall was filled with jumping fingers and the sound of them colliding with spears and straight knives.

Jing Yue found that these fingers were abnormal, and occasionally one or two broke through his defense, so he frantically tried to drill into his mouth.

The saint girl has amazing fighting power, dealing with these perverted and vicious fingers is like slapping cockroaches.

But no matter how fast she shoots, too many cockroaches can be tricky.

The two fought and retreated, and they had already reached the edge of the main hall.

The wall of the main hall near the abyss has almost collapsed, and Jing Yue and Ye Ning can clearly feel the dark wind brought by the underground river behind them.

Even Ye Ning, who is born with a spiritual body, is not sure if he can survive there in the underground river connected to the Yin Lingmai, let alone Jing Yue, who is born with a cold poison body.

They have no way out.

The next moment, thousands of fingers rushed towards them like a shower, and Jing Yue and Ye Ning had already mobilized the true energy in their bodies to the extreme.

Whether it's a human maple musket or a straight knife, it turns into a phantom, chopping up the fingers that come at it.

"Can Mr. Duan still resist?"

Hearing Jing Yue's cough, Ye Ning hurriedly stood in front of him, helping him resist the attacking fingers.

"It works."

Naturally, Jing Yue couldn't let the saint girl block her, so he also took a step forward, and swiped out the one-word sword talisman frantically in his hand.

Ye Ning saw that he was so proficient in using the sword talisman, and he still refused to use some of the moves she had taught him, and his heart ached.

So instead of retreating, he advanced, instead he took two big steps, the shadow of the spear roared, and countless fingers were knocked into the air.

At this time, there was white mist steaming above her head, like the mist on the fairy mountains overseas.

Seeing this, Jing Yue also beheaded fiercely.

There, he kept raising and lowering the knife, raising and lowering the knife, raising and lowering his hand, his eyes were all red.

For a moment, the man and the woman seemed to be in a competition, and they stopped the attack of so many fingers.

No, not only stopped it, but the saint girl even fought back.

Especially when the little thief smashed the two water tanks, while controlling the water and beheading his fingers with swordsmanship, the jealous jar in her heart was already turned upside down.

This is not the exercise she taught him, it should be the technique of raining in the hidden fish palace.

All the exercises used by the little thief, and even his whole body may be in the shape of that woman.

You just don't want to see me, you don't want to recognize me, you just want to be a girl, right?

Following the long spear, a white crane spread its wings and swept out with the collapse formula, this group of fingers that looked like a torrential rain collapsed in an instant.

It can be said that the tremor in the chest has not stopped for a moment since the saint girl started fighting.

There were broken fingers on the ground and walls, and some were still emitting white smoke.

Grasping an opening, Ye Ning taunted while breathing back: "Mr. Duan is really good at it. There must be beauties waiting on the peak outside. It's okay if you can't."

"Saint, don't worry about making fun of me, don't tell me you don't have a sweetheart?" Jing Yue replied while clapping his fingers in anger.

It has to be said that the two stand on horns, and they cooperate very tacitly in both defense and offense.

"I have, but I don't want to get my subordinates together like you, it's really perverted." Ye Ning said.

"Saint, the status of your sweetheart is probably not as good as yours. Once he believes in the early days, don't you scold yourself and become a fool.

Everything about love depends on fate, and fate is arranged by God, and God's arrangement is the biggest. "

Jing Yue only felt that he was going on a long long-distance run, and he was so tired that he could only stimulate his potential with his mouth.

"Really? It seems that you and the Female Shangfeng are a perfect match."

Ye Ning's tone already had a hint of mourning.

As a result, Jing Yue's own potential was not stimulated much, but most of the potential of the saint girl was stimulated.

Ye Ning waved her spear, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances in her heart.

She felt her heart ached, but the more she felt like this, the sadness in her heart was like shaken wine, the more sad she felt.

Jing Yue just wanted to explain the pure relationship between himself and the female peak, but in the end...

"careful!"

"careful!"

The two said in unison, and the weapons in their hands slapped each other's neck at the same time.

It turned out that at this moment, two extraordinarily thick fingers burst out of the wall, intending to curl their heads and necks.

Jing Yue realized in an instant that the thing that dragged him down before was probably this kind of rough guy.

With two bang bangs, the straight knife and long spear stopped, leaving less than one centimeter away from the opponent's neck, and the thick fingers were shattered like mud.

At this time, the last strong offensive of the fingers was also stopped, and there were broken fingers all around.

Ye Ning swiped her gun and swept away a string of flying fingers that did not make sense, then suddenly turned her head and looked at Jing Yue fiercely.

Jing Yue also looked at her, his heart tightened suddenly.

I saw that the saint girl shed tears at some point and looked at him sadly.

Jing Yue panicked, "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Ning's grievance welled up in her heart, and she said with an aggrieved face, "You just hurt me!"

Yes, he hurt her, whether it was the sharp edge of the knife just now, or her heart at this moment, in various senses, it hurts.

Jing Yue was so frightened that he thought he had just accidentally injured the other party, so he looked eagerly at Ye Ning's neck.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed out from behind a pillar!

"careful!"

Ye Ning, who was crying, suddenly stood in front of Jing Yue.

It was a man in a purple robe, with bruises all over his body, like those hanging fingers.

The middle finger of his right hand was so thick that the other four fingers were squeezed and broken, like a long spear with the mouth of a bowl, collided with him at an extremely fast speed, like a black shadow.

The saint girl who stood in front of Jing Yue raised her gun and collided with this weird finger, or the magic finger.

With a snort, the violent collision as imagined did not appear, and the finger split into two in an instant, sticking to the body of the spear, like a fork, and pierced Ye Ning's shoulder.

The spear was released, and the body of the saint girl flew straight out.

"Ye Ning!"

That finger was about to stab Jing Yue again, only to see that the veins on Jing Yue's forehead were exposed, and the whole person seemed to go crazy, so he threw the knife out regardless!

That is an incomparably surging Bengzi Jue!

With a bang, the blade hit the purple-robed man's abdomen, and the blade twisted into twists.

The clothes on the abdomen of the purple-robed man burst, and the bluish-purple flesh twisted and collapsed. The whole man's mouth spurted out blood, which flew out like a cannonball.

At the same time, Ye Ning has fallen into the abyss.

Jing Yue picked up the human maple gun, the blood on his fingertips was damaged and burned, and the moment it was painted on the gun, he threw the spear out.

The next moment, the gun blood resonated, and his figure turned into an afterimage, flying towards Ye Ning in the abyss.

Jing Yue embraced the falling Ye Ning's waist with one hand, held the spear in his hand and threw it again, and plunged into the wall above with a bang.

The blood on his fingertips broke and steamed again, and he returned to the top holding the saint girl whom he had been thinking about for a long time.

Ye Ning lay in his arms, with blood streaming from her shoulders and tears in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and said, "Bastard!"

"That bitch just now was really an asshole!" Jing Yue echoed.

"Stop the water, you bastard!"

At this time, Jing Yue tore off the clothes on the wound on her shoulder with one hand, stopped the bleeding, and said, "My good sister, why am I such a jerk?"

"You finally admit me!" Ye Ning said in a sad tone.

While feeling sorry for the wound of the saint girl, Jing Yue said with a big head like a bucket: "I'm not lurking."

With a buzzing sound, the Human Maple Musket swung around and fell back into Ye Ning's other hand.

The gun in her hand turned into an afterimage in an instant, roaring and hitting the purple-robed man who was sneaking up from the side.

With a bang, the body of the purple-robed man was thrown into the air, and the ground was shattered like mud, forming a violent shock wave.

The next moment, the body of the saint girl rides the strong wind and disappears into Jing Yue's arms.

Immediately afterwards, there was a shrill man's scream, which was ear-piercing in the main hall.

Then there was a violent buzzing sound, was that the Miezi Jue was launched?
Only then did Jing Yue come back to his senses, and rushed over, while rushing, he said: "Damn, you're already injured, it's still me."

"do not move!"

In the next moment, Jing Yue spread his feet and stood there in a daze.

Surrounded by smoke and dust, a bloody gun point was pointed at his neck, very close.

In front of him, the saint girl was holding a spear, her eyes were red, and she was looking at him sadly.

"He's dead, you bastard!"

Jing Yue took a sudden glance, only to see a huge pothole dozens of steps away, and he only saw a few pieces of purple rags hanging there.

The sneak attack dog has been beaten to ashes by the violent saint girl, then the next step
"Saint, please listen to my explanation."

　Ask for tickets at the end of the month

　　
　
(End of this chapter)