Vol 5 Chapter 35: Marching and fighting are indispensable
Within the painting environment, a group of people walked forward slowly.
The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, and every breath was like inhaling a mouthful of human blood.
Blood and snow fluttered in the sky, and both sides wailed again and again.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this place is no different from a region..." The coffin master sighed while sitting on the coffin.
"Amitabha, I hope that the dead here can be saved as soon as possible..." Even the fat Buddha, who is usually funny, is no longer in the mood of teasing and playing, "How many people has this painting swallowed?"
Yun Yao looked at the same blood color around her, and then at the light around her: "Without this light, we would definitely get lost. It's the same here, and it's even more difficult to tell the direction than the forest."
"This light is not for us to lead the way" Lian Youyou said leisurely in front, and turned her head to smile at everyone, "It's... for catching insects."
Everyone was dumbfounded, and Lian Youyou said another word of God. I have heard of fishing, but what does this fishing worm mean?
When everyone looked at Lian Youyou again, she had already turned her head, with her hands behind her back, and she hummed leisurely: "Congs love light, light is bait, worms, worms, come quickly, moths also fly to the flame, and worms' hearts turn to the Holy Spirit!" Light, insects, insectsCome on My holy light tastes delicioushuhhuh"
The way Lian Youyou shook her head was indescribably weird, it was as eerie as the ghosts that Lord Coffin and the others met before were humming at night.
Suddenly, the light beside them trembled!
The originally straight light trembled like some bait, and it trembled more and more, turning into a fluctuating light!
It is really light! How can it fluctuate?
Is it really turning light into lines? !
No one in the Nine Gates of Divine Art can do this kind of magic! Even the mages in this world, no one can do it!
When the light fluctuated, Lian Youyou turned around, which proved that the light was really not guiding Lian Youyou, because the direction Lian Youyou walked was not the direction the light came out of.
The huge chopsticks box also turned slowly with Lian, and everyone was getting farther and farther away from the light. When they looked back, they felt that there was a huge monster wriggling past behind them, squeezing the original towering strange place on the side of the road. The plum tree swayed.
This plum tree is already extremely huge, if it can squeeze them, it must be huge.
Several people couldn't help swallowing.
Fat Buddha's face was tense: "I suddenly felt...we are lucky to come in..."
Yun Yao also swallowed her saliva: "Didn't Sister Youyou say that if something comes out of the painting, let my brother and the others kill without mercy, the light is the bait deliberately placed by Sister Youyou!"
The coffin master wrinkled his old face: "This true **** does things that are mysterious and unpredictable. It turns out that the bait has already been put in. When the fish takes the bait, the outside of the painting is probably choking, cough cough..."
Fat Buddha quickly closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, chanting his own Buddha. Yun Yao's face was full of worry, brother and the others should be fine.
Gradually, there was the sound of water.
A blood-colored stream gurgled past them, and what was churning inside was not fish, but intestines. The intestines rolled in the stream, like weird snakes swarming in the stream.
The front opened up, and a thin wall of blood mist blocked Lian Youyou's face. Behind the blood wall, another scene could be faintly seen. There were green mountains, green waters, and blue white clouds!
This is the middle of the blood realm.
Lian leisurely stretched out her hand and waved away the blood mist. Immediately, the real, clear plum fragrance wafted out. She raised her lips slightly and stepped in. The blood mist closed again behind her, forming a blood wall.
The chopstick box was about to follow, but suddenly, a long intestine jumped out from the stream beside it, and immediately entangled the chopstick box tightly!
"Whoo! Whoosh! Whoosh!" There were three more chopsticks tightly tied to the chopstick box, and Yun Yao immediately exclaimed: "Ah I want to go out! Can you stop being so disgusting——"
"Amitabha, Amitabha!" Fat Buddha also stood up, he can only chant sutras, but he has no weapons, "It seems that we are going to confess here today."
"Bah, bah, bah! Don't talk about frustration!" The coffin master also stood up, and approached Fat Buddha and the others, "I still have things to do, I can't die yet!"
"I can't take it anymore——" Yunyao held her head in her hands, and fell into a frenzy, "Bingyu—" When Yunyao called out Bingyu, immediately, a blue gun flew out of her hair, and instantly turned into a Take the blue ice crystal sharpshooter, emitting bursts of cold air.
Yun Yao stood on the coffin and began to dance with her sword: "Cut it all for me—Bingyu!" In her voice, the ice jade gun swept over the blood sausages, and the blood sausages were broken by the cold air of the ice jade gun , but more blood sausage sprang out, heading towards Yunyao and the others!
Yun Yao clutched her hands in disgust: "I won't eat sausages anymore, vomit!"
Fat Buddha looked at the gun flying around: "Xiao Yao, when did you name your gun?"
Yunyao waved her hands in a panic, controlling Bingyu to cut off the flying blood sausages: "I heard that my brother named his gun, but is it time to say this?! There are too many intestines! You guys Can you help me!"
The coffin master stroked his beard: "Why don't you come into my coffin and hide?"
"No!" Yun Yao immediately jumped up, "I don't want to go in with your son!"
Master Coffin pursed his mouth and looked at Yunyao angrily: "You still despise me? My son still thinks that you go in and squeeze in, hmph!"
"Okay, okay, I'll think of a way." Fat Buddha took the pot on top of his head, and looked at it gently and tenderly, as if looking at his favorite pet, "Pot, pot, can you be bigger or smaller just now? Can you make it bigger?" A little?"
As soon as the Fat Buddha finished speaking, the black cauldron in his hand flew up, getting bigger and bigger in the air, and then, turning over, a huge black cauldron fell down, covering them all in the black cauldron Down!
In the darkness, three pairs of eyes shine brightly.
"Amitabha, you really are a good treasure! Haha, a pot is indispensable for marching and fighting. It can not only protect against wind and rain, but also protect against arrows and guts. It can also cook. A good pot, a good pot! Hahaha—"
"Fat Buddha, can you stop being complacent?" In the darkness, it was Yun Yao's sullen and disgusted voice, "Aren't we too timid to hide under the pot?!"
"Hey You can't say that." The coffin master's old voice also followed, "This is called retreat. We can think about how to deal with the outside intestines here."
"Cut, just be cowardly, and find reasons for yourself." Yun Yao said disdainfully.
"Then you go out." The coffin master said.
Immediately, under the pot, completely quiet...
Lian Youyou walked through the **** wall and stood between the green mountains and green waters, with red plums like clouds on both sides. This is the real beauty of that painting.
A thin waterfall falls from the sky like a beauty's snow-white long hair, floating among the red plums. Beside the gurgling water, a piece of bluestone protruded, and on the bluestone stood a beautiful woman in white.
The beauty is as slender as a man, with black hair hanging down her back, radiating water like a waterfall.