Chapter 150: First
The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!
Forward, or backward?
The King of Heaven looked down at the "invader" in the tower.
Fang Lingqing's tongue was dry: "This...what is this?"
The four kings of nurses woke up from their deep sleep and began to move their limbs. The blue-colored Southern Growth King raised his arm and pressed the sword in his hand towards where Qiao Wan and the others were.
The giant sword glowing with cold light, under the hood!
Qiao Wan jumped up to the stairs not far away and shouted, "Go up!!"
The giant sword slashed the ground, and the lotus-patterned floor tiles burst into cracks, like another broken lotus on top of the lotus. As the lotus bloomed one by one, the entire pagoda seemed to start shaking.
Qiao Wan and his party dashed upstairs down the stairs desperately!
The stairs spread upwards layer by layer to form a nine-story pagoda. Qiao Wan ran with a split chest and lungs, and did not dare to stop. Maybe there is still a chance to go up.
Yu Xingzhi was injured in front of him, his thigh injuries were deep to the bone, and he dragged one leg and ran upstairs in embarrassment.
It's shameful enough to be saved by Lu Cixian's group, and looking at Lu Cixian's appearance, it seems that saving him was not his original intention.
Yu Xingzhi gritted his teeth and said nothing. He dragged half of his thighs and followed behind Qiao Wan and the others.
Who doesn't want to live.
No matter how embarrassing it was, at this time, he would have to hug Lu Cixian and their thighs tightly, and survive.
boom! Bang! boom!
The sound of rumbling footsteps came from below the stairs, and the "Four Great Kings" stepped forward, chasing after each step.
At this moment of crisis, Qiao Wan couldn't control her desire to complain: What kind of special footage is this! !
Every time the Four Great Kings behind him took a step, the stairs vibrated, and Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing also vibrated on the stairs, their footsteps slipped, and they almost rolled down together.
Step on the second layer with one foot.
The three Buddha statues sitting back-to-back in the center of the second floor, with their eyes drooping, the incense mist lingered in front of them, and there was a table of stumps and minced meat scattered on the incense table.
The three Buddha statues turned their heads as if consciously, and also began to move.
Qiao Wan just rushed into the second floor, and screamed inwardly, jumped over the three Buddha statues, and climbed to the third floor in one go!
"Don't stop!! Run up!!"
Fang Lingqing followed closely and saw the three moving Buddha statues at a glance. His heart almost didn't pop out of his throat, so he clenched his teeth and continued to rush upwards. I couldn't help but doubt.
What the **** is this place! !
Yu Xingzhi's brows were furrowed, he didn't look sideways, he didn't even look at the minced meat on the ground, he held on to the railing and continued to climb up, a red bloodstain stretched out from his thigh dragged on the ground.
After the hearse drifting, everyone, under the leadership of Qiao Wan, played a later sport called "parkour".
Going up, the wall at the corner of the stairs is also hollowed out one by one Buddha niches, in which are placed Bodhisattvas and Arhats with different expressions, sitting or lying down. The "Gods and Buddhas" of the heavens walked down the shrine one after another, and the relief lines on the walls were wriggling, as if they had come to life.
The stronger the smell of blood, the more stumps and organs scattered on the ground, along with bits of minced meat, fingernails and hair.
the third floor.
Fourth floor.
Rush to the fifth floor collision angle, a sharp giant axe fell from the air.
At the critical moment, Qiao Wan rolled on the ground, the face of the axe rubbed his back and slashed across his back, and there was a bit of chill in his tailbone. When he raised his head, the "Bodhisattva" holding a giant axe widened his eyes angrily, and behind him he was covered in silk and drifted with the wind. move.
The stairs could not bear the weight of the axe falling, and the "Carrara" cracked inch by inch.
Fang Lingqing and Wang Ruyi, who were following behind, widened their eyes and looked at the collapsed staircase in front of them, and they felt more than a sly trance in their hearts.
Qiao Wan raised her foot and kicked hard, turned over and jumped onto the shoulder of the Buddha statue, slid down her back, and said coldly in Fang Lingqing's direction: "Come up!!"
Fight.
Fang Lingqing gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, sank into his dantian, and jumped up.
It was easier for Wang Ruyi here. With a flick of her hair, it wrapped around Qiao Wan's arm, and she "flyed" over the collapsed stairs.
At this time, Yu Xingzhi had just turned the corner of the stairs.
The wood **** and thick smoke that flew when the stairs collapsed obscured the youth.
Blocked by the collapsed stairs, Yu Xingzhi paused.
Can't go up.
The footsteps behind him were loud, and the "Bodhisattva of the Heavens" was rushing towards this side.
Qiao Wan's eyelashes blinked, and even though there was a lingering dust and smoke, her line of sight still collided with Yu Xingzhi.
Although she also admires Yu Xingzhi's willingness to protect her classmates, she has a different position. If she doesn't take the opportunity to push Yu Xingzhi downstairs (?), it is already her respect for this senior brother of Shandao Academy.
As for saving him, she has not been so kind. After all, people always protect their shortcomings and selfishness. Since they have decided to go to Shandao Academy, it is best not to develop some other "friendship" with the enemy.
Qiao Wan retracted her gaze, turned around and picked up her footsteps and continued to climb upstairs.
It is not surprising that Lu Cixian was unwilling to save him.
Yu Xingzhi pursed his lips, turned towards the downstairs, drew his sword, and was ready to fight to the death with this strange thing in the pagoda.
Instead, Wang Ruyi glanced in Yu Xingzhi's direction and threw out his hair.
"Come up!"
The young man was stunned.
Wang Ruyi urged: "Look what I'm doing, come up!"
No one is willing to seek death, since this mummy is willing to save him, Yu Xingzhi is not long-winded, stretches out his hand, and firmly clasps the black hair in front of him.
Wang Ruyi rushed forward two steps, speed up!
He just dragged this big man up.
"It hurts, it hurts." The female corpse rubbed her head and said in a whimper.
Seeing such a terrifying picture of the female corpse acting like a spoiled child, Yu Xingzhi glanced at Wang Ruyi out of the corner of his eye, and said nothing.
Wang Ruyi put his hands on his knees, squatted in front of Yu Xingzhi, and looked at him with his dry head tilted: "Yong Lang?"
This title is especially affectionate at times like this.
What's more, it was shouted by the horrifying mummy in front of him.
Although he didn't know who the little mummy in front of him was shouting, in the face of such an ugly mummy, Yu Xingzhi didn't have any intention of talking.
This little mummy may have recognized the wrong person, and only saved him several times. Although Yu Xingzhi was indifferent, he did not deny it. He said concisely, "Thank you for saving your life."
Wang Ruyi was not stupid, and immediately caught the subtle disgust in the young man's eyes.
The girl scratched her face thoughtfully: "Do you think I'm ugly?"
Looking at Yu Xingzhi's face, Wang Ruyi said frankly, "Are you uglier than me?"
As soon as the voice fell, the young man in front of him froze.
Who is this little mummy ugly? ! !
Although his cultivation is not comparable to Ye Xiyuan, his face is more than twice as handsome as Ye Xiyuan.
The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.
To say that he was called handsome before, after this battle, he broke his arm, half of his thigh was missing, and half of his proud face was eaten, revealing blood-red muscle tissue. Can't touch it.
Yu Xingzhi's long and narrow eyes suddenly filled with anger.
Who is ugly? ! This corpse is so ugly, how dare you say he is ugly? !
...
Running down the stairs one by one, Qiao Wan clenched her hands tightly and counted in her heart.
The sixth floor, the seventh floor, the eighth floor.
When rushing to the ninth floor, Qiao Wan braked suddenly and made a gesture to Fang Lingqing behind him.
As he slammed into the boy's broad and strong back, Fang Lingqing's nose was sore, and Fang Lingqing's tears almost didn't come out.
How did Lu Cixian's tendon grow?
However, what Qiao Wan said next made Fang Lingqing clasped the arms in his arms, as if facing an enemy.
The young man's face was sinking: "There is someone above."
Hearing Qiao Wan's words, Fang Lingqing and Yu Xingzhi both calmed down and identified them carefully.
On the ninth floor, there was indeed a faint movement.
This movement is a bit like a knife cutting meat, skillfully cutting through muscle tissue again and again, not only that, but the smell of blood is stronger than downstairs.
At this time, the movement on the eighth floor below was almost inaudible.
Return of the Buddhas.
Qiao Wan turned back and continued to make a gesture, leaned against the wall, and moved up bit by bit.
Then he leaned against the wall and waited for a while, then stuck his head out and looked at the center from the corner of his eye.
There is also an incense table in the middle, but it is a full 10 feet long and half wide. On the incense table lies something that can be regarded as a "human shape" for the time being.
Behind this, stood a colorful porcelain woman with a sharp knife in her hand and a hammer and scissors on the table.
The colorful porcelain woman stabbed the sharp knife in her hand into the thigh of the beast on the table. It was neatly coded on the plate on the left hand side.
"It" is very meticulous, and when doing it, the movements are vivid and lively like a real "butcher".
Qiao Wan moved her toes and was about to turn back to find Fang Lingqing.
Suddenly, something fell on the scalp.
The wind blew lightly above his head.
When I looked up, my eyes happened to hit a piece of "human jerky" that had been cut open, gutted out, and hung up to air dry! !
"This is [戠]."
It is also a way of offering sacrifices to human beings.
Fang Lingqing's hoarse voice sounded from behind.
This is the real scene of human sacrifice.
As for the object of worship -
Think of the "Bodhisattva of the Heavens" downstairs.
It is almost self-evident who the object is.
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Hurry up--
run faster--
Panting and running in the direction of Jiuyue Mountain, the young man's expression almost collapsed, and he whimpered with tears streaming down his face.
Daoyou Zheng is dead.
Yao Daoyou is dead.
Fellow Daoist Meng was trapped in the temple.
Fellow Daoist Dou, who came out with him for help, also died!
Everyone is dead!
As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of the "Bodhisattva" with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Ghost market, this is not a dharma meeting at all, this is a massacre! ! They...they're just pigs and dogs in captivity! !
"Isn't this from Daoxin Sect... Fellow Daoist Zhao?"
"Shouldn't it be in a ghost city at this time? How did it come out?"
Seeing the person coming from a distance, the disciples of the Guangming Temple who were guarding the gate looked at each other in surprise.
Finally, I saw the mountain gate of the Great Bright Hall, and looked at the majestic and dazzling treasure halls of the Buddha's light not far away.
Zhao Ting's knees softened, his feet staggered, and he fell headfirst in front of the mountain gate!
"Come on..." Zhao Ting raised his eyes and said in a sullen voice, "Go and find the Venerable!"
The young man was covered in blood all over his body, his lips were trembling, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Fellow?!"
"What's the matter?! Fellow Daoist, don't be in a hurry!"
Zhao Ting lowered his head and gasped, roaring, "Quick... Quickly find Venerable Miaofa!!"
As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of a wheel rolling over the ground.
The man's voice was low and magnetic: "The Venerable Miaofa is now meditating and practicing at the foot of Dingren Peak."
Zhao Ting was stunned, the man was sitting in a wheelchair, and behind him stood a tall and mighty man with a sword on his waist.
He raised his eyes, revealing a disfigured face, with a frightening cold light in his eyes, and said solemnly: "What's the matter, why don't you tell me first?"