There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

Chapter 53 Madness

It's crazy!

Not only Gu Yang, but others are also crazy!

Whether it's Xu Yue, who is extremely intelligent, Gu Taichong, who is shrewd, Su Shaoyang, who is very cunning, and others...

At this moment, they are all crazy!

Their eyes are red, their faces are hideous, and they fight each other. This is the case for those who are hostile to each other, and it is also the case for those who are from the same sect...

Why?

The reason is very simple.

Nie Wushuang can figure it out without thinking too much.

They were pulled into the strange domain, and naturally they were polluted by the so-called evil god's breath that destroyed the entire Great Sun Jinwu Sect. Even if the innermost layer of the strange domain disappeared, they returned to the Taoist temple on the second layer, but they could not get rid of the pollution that was deeply rooted in their souls.

In their eyes, this is still the mountain gate of the Great Sun Jinwu Sect.

The mountain gate where all the disciples have disappeared has the Sutra Pavilion, the Alchemy Hall, the Herb Garden, the Divine Weapon Valley...

In short, there are natural treasures everywhere, and they are all true secrets.

Not to mention possessing everything, if they could grab one thing and then get out alive, they would most likely be able to rise to prominence and dominate the world in the future.

When interests are at the top, everything can be abandoned.

What fellowship, what blood ties, what loyalty...

Blinded by desire, they no longer care about these useless things, either in their eyes or in their hearts.

Grab!

Mine!

All mine!

This is the only thought in their minds.

For this, gods will kill gods, Buddhas will kill Buddhas!

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise.

The gate of the Taoist temple was smashed to pieces, and a figure flew out of the Taoist temple and came to the bamboo forest outside. He was held by bamboo branches and poles, and slowly slid to the ground, sliding to Nie Wushuang's feet. After landing, blood spurted wildly.

Nie Wushuang moved his feet away, so that the blood did not spray on his shoes.

The person lying at his feet was Wan Xing, the third master of Shangyang Martial Arts Hall, who temporarily gave him 30 more blood-nourishing pills to help him survive that period.

Along with the blood, there were also remnants of internal organs.

He tilted his head and looked up at Nie Wushuang, who was standing, with a slightly empty look in his eyes.

Not long after, his eyes became more lively, and something called rationality returned to him.

Disappointment, guilt, pain... flowed in his eyes.

He recognized Nie Wushuang.

A flash of surprise in his eyes!

"You..."

He raised his hand and pointed at Nie Wushuang.

Although the latter words were not spoken, Nie Wushuang understood the meaning. Wan Xing should be saying...

You, how are you still alive!

"Yes, I'm still alive!"

"Third master, it's all thanks to your blood-nourishing pills, otherwise..."

Nie Wushuang bent down and whispered.

"Save..."

The latter word still could not be spoken.

Wan Xing's eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope, with begging.

Nie Wushuang shook his head gently.

He had no ability to save the other party.

At this moment, Wan Xing was just a last gasp!

Sure enough, he soon dropped his hands, and emptiness occupied his eyes again, dispelling all human emotions, leaving only emptiness.

He was dead!

Straightening up, Nie Wushuang walked around Wan Xing's body and continued to walk out of the bamboo forest, to the backyard of the villa, and then continued forward, all the way to the small corner gate where the backyard and the courtyard were connected.

Logically, there should be guards guarding here.

Logically, with so many fighting sounds coming from the back, along with the mountain wind, they must be heard by the martial arts hall teachers or disciples in the courtyard.

However, it was quiet outside.

There was no guard at the corner gate.

There was only white fog. Even if the sun was shining above, there was still a vast white fog outside the corner gate, a white fog that the sun could not penetrate.

So it seems...

This place should still be blocked.

Can't get out?

Try?

Without much hesitation, Nie Wushuang strode out of the corner gate and walked into the vast white fog. After walking a few steps in the white fog, a corner gate appeared. Stepping into the corner gate, he returned to the backyard of the villa again.

As expected, he still couldn't get out!

When can he get out?

Miaohua has disappeared, can the strange domain continue to be maintained?

Only wait?

Wait until all the martial artists whose souls are polluted die?

Nie Wushuang shook his head.

For the time being.

This is the only way!

However, even waiting is a science.

The Taoist temple, bamboo forest and the backyard of the villa are not large in area. More than a dozen internal force martial artists are fighting each other in this area, and their footprints are everywhere. Even if Nie Wushuang wants to hide and avoid trouble, sometimes trouble will come to him.

In the bamboo forest, he met another acquaintance.

Gan Yuhe, who always wears a green robe and holds a folding fan, stood in front of him, more than ten feet away, staring at him fiercely.

Like a hungry wolf.

The elegant demeanor he had always maintained was long gone.

His green robe had been torn, revealing the soft armor underneath. Most of his body was splattered with blood. It seemed that not much came from him, but mostly from others. In the previous fight, he should have had the upper hand.

"Mine!"

"All mine!"

Staring at Nie Wushuang, Gan Yuhe muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

"Okay, all yours!"

Nie Wushuang said softly.

Facing Gan Yuhe, he slowly retreated.

It turns out that it is difficult to have normal communication with a madman.

"Robber my things?"

"Die!"

As he spoke, a green light flashed on Gan Yuhe's face.

Suddenly, blood mist seeped out from the pores on his face, staining his entire face. He looked like a human.

Golden Snake Power.

This is the internal power that Gan Yuhe practiced.

However, even for an internal power martial artist, it is impossible to move internal power multiple times in a short period of time. If the limit is exceeded, the body will suffer backlash, the tendons and bones will be broken, the internal organs will be damaged, and the membrane will not be able to stop the boiling of blood.

It is obvious that Gan Yuhe has used the Golden Snake Power many times and his body has been damaged.

However, for a madman, these consequences are all gone and are not within his thinking range.

His figure flashed, and the distance of ten feet away was reached in an instant.

The fan bone made of iron in his hand was mixed with evil wind and hit Nie Wushuang on the head.

Retreat!

Nie Wushuang is retreating!

He had already started to retreat before Gan Yuhe made a move!

Moreover, instead of going straight forward and backward, he turned a corner in the third step and hid behind a clump of purple bamboo.

The timing was just right!

Gan Yuhe's folding fan did not hit Nie Wushuang.

What he hit was a purple bamboo with a trunk as thick as a fist.

"Pah!"

The bamboo body broke instantly, and bamboo chips flew everywhere.

Taiyi!

Nie Wushuang punched out.

Taiyi, who was in the perfect state, could almost move his fist at will. The time required to press the blood and qi to a point and then explode was less than a breath, and it was completed just when Nie Wushuang retreated and turned around.

Gan Yuhe's folding fan missed and broke the bamboo body.

Nie Wushuang was face to face with it.

He punched forward.

The shadow of the three-legged golden crow flashed above the fist and sank into Gan Yuhe's chest.

"Puff!"

There was a light sound.

A fist-sized hole appeared on Gan Yuhe's back, and Nie Wushuang's fist flashed inside it.

The next moment, he took several steps back.

Gan Yuhe stood in front of the clump of purple bamboo, standing still.

There was a hole in his green robe, soft armor, and body.

Standing behind him, you can see Nie Wushuang standing several feet away from him through the hole in his back.

"Bang!"