$589, Blood Altar (1/2)
Click!
The power of heaven is brilliant!
The thunder swept across the sky in an instant, split the sky, and headed towards Liangzhuang in an instant to kill!
The moment Chilong Zhenren waved his hand to summon the thunder, Liang Zhuang felt an extremely strong sense of crisis. From his four sleeves, two hungry evil hands stretched out, and a pair of pale arms were covered with bloody mouths.
The two arms covered with bloody mouths were swinging back and forth, expanding and lengthening continuously.
It wrapped around Liang Zhuang's head like two pale cloth belts, and the bloody mouth on the pale arm suddenly opened, completely swallowing Liang Zhuang's head, neck, upper body, and lower body!
After swallowing Liang Zhuang’s body,
Hungry Evil's arms stretched out - its arms were actually connected to a skinny human figure. At this time, the humanoid's belly protruded out of Liang Zhuang's figure - Liang Zhuang himself was hiding in Hungry Evil's belly. inside!
As long as the bulging human figure on Hungry Evil's belly has not disappeared, Liang Zhuang still has a chance to escape from Hungry Evil's belly.
Once the bulging human figure on Hungry Evil's belly disappears, it means that Liang Zhuang's physical body has been completely devoured and digested by Hungry Evil, and there will be no chance to escape from Hungry Evil's belly!
Uh-huh!
The thunder from the sky spread out in an instant, turning into a sword light that seemed to be in vain, and flashed across Hungry Shagui's head in an instant!
The Hungry Devil had just swallowed Liang Zhuang whole. Before he could digest the food in his belly, his head was beheaded by this sword light, and he was transformed into two mutilated Lies on the spot!
Its head rolled into the gray mist and disappeared.
The headless body trembled violently. Liang Zhuang, who was originally hiding in its belly, struggled hard. A bloody arm stretched out from the headless Hungry Shagui's neck, supporting the headless Hungry Shagui's body. Gotta change shape!
The five fingers of that arm changed into various gestures,
As if struggling unwillingly,
It’s like conveying various signals to the outside world through changes in gestures!
Li Gui was cut into two parts, and his original killing pattern will rapidly change in different parts of himself. What Liang Zhuang is facing now is the headless Hungry Evil Gui whose killing pattern is constantly changing and has not yet been fixed!
When Hungry Shagui is still intact,
He can also use the murderous rules of Hungry Evil to hide from himself and avoid disasters from happening to him.
But now the hungry evil spirit has been decapitated by the sword of Zhenren Chilong, and the killing pattern has suddenly changed and has not yet been fixed. In this way, even though Liangzhuang faces the incomplete hungry evil spirit now, and his strength is far less than before, but he I don’t even know the killing patterns of the crippled hungry evil spirit, but I can no longer use the previous methods to escape from the womb of the crippled hungry evil spirit!
The palm that barely stretched out from the broken neck of the hungry evil spirit suddenly became stiff as if it had been electrocuted after changing its gestures several times!
The entire arm quickly lost its color, and large areas of corpse spots grew on its surface!
"Zhuang'er!"
Liang Xiong saw that his son's arm, which he had managed to stretch out from Hungry Evil's neck, instantly became stiff and covered with corpse spots. How could he not realize something? He screamed on the spot, and his heart was filled with despair!
He looked up at the temporary altar set up opposite,
behind the altar,
The bearded Taoist carefully wiped a sword that had fallen on the altar.
——It was that sword that cut off Hungry Shagui's neck with one strike, causing Ligui, who had tolerated his son for a long time, to suddenly change his killing patterns, trapping his son in its belly forever!
"Your Excellency has not yet mastered the basics here, so you viciously destroyed the Huntian Taoist Altar, flattened the Fuyu Taoist Altar and the Jifa Taoist Altar - and now you want to kill all the Tianpan Taoist Altar!
You are so arrogant!
How arrogant!
Arrogant! "
Liang Xiong stared at the bearded Taoist, the hatred in his eyes almost turned into reality!
His eyes like sharp knives passed over the faces of the real Chilong, the purple-robed young Taoist Su Wu, the four Taoist boys Zhengyi Xingsheng who were standing quietly beside the altar, and Tong Qingzhu.
The terrifying eyes stayed on Tong Qingzhu for a long time.
He had already guessed in his heart why he and others were being chased by such a terrifying celestial phenomenon and had no choice but to retreat to this place, even causing Zhuang'er to be trapped and die in the belly of the hungry evil spirit!
They are all this unmarried daughter-in-law!
I really shouldn't have left her here!
“The road is uneven and someone shovels it.
If something is unfair, someone will take care of it. "Master Chilong looked at Liang Xiong, who was surrounded by a group of Wutou masters who looked like they were facing formidable enemies, and grinned, "Aren't you also here to bring peace to the Huntian Taoist altar?
Now I can't make matters smooth for others.
Bringing trouble to one's own family, and having one's altar demolished by others - this is the law of heaven!
The law of heaven is clear and retribution will not be satisfactory.
You kill me, I kill you, it has always been like this. "
Chilong Zhenren shook his head, and the sword fingers of his left hand were already raised.
Those two seemingly ordinary fingers, every time they point at someone, their head will fall to the ground!
Su Wu noticed the master's little movement and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"If the road is uneven, someone will plow it. If the road is uneven, someone will plow it..." Liang Xiong murmured, repeating what Master Chilong said. He suddenly raised his head, stared at Master Chilong behind the altar, and loudly raised his voice. , "The road is so uneven that someone needs to shovel it!"
Now let’s see who eradicates whom! "
Click!
A crisp sound suddenly came from his sleeves!
The wooden token that he had been holding in his right hand was suddenly crushed to pieces by him at this moment!
The token powder crumbs fell from between his fingers!
at the same time,
The bearded Taoist opposite raised his sword fingers and pointed at Liang Xiong's head: "Down!"
"Disciple Liang Xiong invites the Grand Master of the Three Altars of Daheijiao Mountain to be here. Please avenge this disciple—!" Liang Xiong's whole body was trembling, and he let out a shrill scream!
The moment he broke the token and shouted,
Strands of black threads like silk ropes and hairs fell from mid-air,
Those black lines gathered on Liang Xiong's body, completely covering him, as if he was covered with a thick black fur coat!
Liang Xiong in the black fur coat was unscathed, and his head was not cut off by the pattern of the avenue that connected here. However, the pattern of the avenue that connected here at that moment did not cut off Liang Xiong's head, but it did not disappear. Instead, the black fur coat on Liang Xiong bounced around and circled around the necks of the three aconite masters behind Liang Xiong - the heads of the three aconite masters fell off in response!
"Putting blame on others?"
Seeing that his sword pointed out, Chilong Zhenren failed to harvest Liang Xiong's head.
Instead, he was attracted by unknown means, and transferred the death disaster that was bound to fall on his head to the three Wutou Masters behind him. He immediately became interested, stopped pointing his sword first, and did not continue to 'point', his eyes slightly Squinting, he observed Liang Xiong who was wrapped in a black fur coat.
Especially in the sky are black threads falling like silk ropes and hair,
Those black lines gathered behind Liang Xiong into a human-shaped silhouette two feet tall.
A pair of pitch-black eyes grew out of the human-shaped face. Eyes that seemed to be able to swallow up all light stared at the Red Dragon Master behind the temporary altar. 'It' watched the Red Dragon Master take several breaths.
Just then he said: "Heijiaoshan can let go of the three major witchcraft Taoist altars, namely the Huntian Taoist Altar, the Fuyu Taoist Altar and the Jifa Taoist Altar. As long as you are willing to let go of the Tianpan Taoist Altar and withdraw from Fujian." "
"The Tianpan Taoist Altar is right in front of you,
As long as every master and disciple in the Taoist altar declares to leave the Taoist altar and will not be involved in the affairs of witches and ghosts from now on, I am willing to let them go and give them a way out.
on the contrary,
They are so close to someone, and they are jumping up and down here, showing off their power under someone's nose. It's really hard for me not to knock their heads off and destroy their orthodoxy." Chilong Zhenren said calmly to the human figure. The dark eyes emerging from the outline said, "As for asking someone to withdraw from Fujian... someone traveled thousands of miles from Lushan in Beiyouzhou to get here.
The destination is Lushan Mountain in Nanmindi, where I will meet fellow Taoists from Nanlu.
How could it be possible to withdraw from Fujian just like that?
The scenery here is beautiful, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. I also want to build a Taoist altar here to spread the Dharma to Fujian. "
The dark eyes emerging from the silhouette of the human figure stared directly at the red dragon master.
Clusters of black silk threads fill the outline of the human figure, intertwining and connecting with each other, vaguely connecting the void into the clusters of black silk threads.
Su Wu stared at the black threads that kept falling and gathering.
He vaguely recalled that after each rag doll disguised as a 'puppet boy' was torn to pieces, the corpses of the dwarfs revealed were mostly wrapped with black strings and black-haired meat worms.
I wonder if the two are related to the black silk thread falling below?
This kind of thread, which looks like hair or a cord, seems to be something tangible and qualitative, but it also seems to have some weird ability to connect the 'virtual and real'.
Black lines continue to gather in the outline of the human figure,
at some point,
A human face with two dark eyes emerged from the human silhouette.
The weird human face tilted its head and stared at the real Chilong, and said: "I am not discussing or bargaining with you, I am informing you of the requirements of Black Horn Mountain.
Since you are unwilling to comply with Blackhorn Mountain's request,
Then stay in Fujian forever.
Don't go anywhere. "
The strange man's face was slightly lowered, and his dark eyes looked at the many aconite masters gathered around him, and he said calmly: "Set up a blood altar."
As soon as its words fell to the ground,
The expressions of the Wutou Masters who gathered around Tianpan Taoist Temple suddenly changed!
Many disciples and masters in the periphery turned their heads at this moment, and fled away from the black-haired humanoid silhouette. Some people even fled to the Chilong Master and Su Wu regardless of death. These people were not even afraid of death. The masters of the Tianpan Taoist altar ran away in panic because of the strange man's request to "set up a blood altar"!
However,
That weird face seemed to already know how the people below him would react after he said a word!
It watched quietly as everyone fled,
As everyone ran away in a hurry, strands of black hair were inhaled into their mouths and noses and integrated into the pores of their bodies. Then, the hair all over their bodies grew vigorously, and clumps of black hair grew from the back of their heads, floating in the air. Masters and disciples all wrapped around each other and merged into the black-haired humanoid silhouette!
The black-furred humanoid silhouette grew six arms.
Six arms move slightly,
He pulled the masters and disciples one by one whose hair penetrated their skin and sewed themselves into blood gourds, and pulled them under him. Countless people's bodies and hairs overlapped and overlapped.
In an instant, a three-foot high platform was formed.
Blood gurgled from the bodies of the many masters and disciples who formed the platform,
soaked in clumps of hair,
The fishy wind is everywhere,
This high platform made of flesh and hair is like a ‘blood altar’.