Chapter 107 Evil Qilin
Everyone looked at each other with a lot of emotions.
After my trip to the ancient tomb, I was no longer surprised by the appearance of legendary ghosts like the Ghost Bride.
The important thing is, she said some very important information!
What does the war a thousand years ago mean?
Is that the secret of the Dharma-ending era?
What is hell?
Could it be a force?
Still. . . . . . The literal underworld?
The eight-foot bride suddenly squatted on the ground holding her head, shaking all over, and said in pain:
"I, my memory, I...
What is hell?
What is heaven?
Me, who am I!
Ah! "
The eight-foot bride let out a heart-rending scream.
The sharp neighing sound made the air tremble, and everyone covered their ears with painful expressions on their faces.
The red spiritual power spreads in the ancient tomb.
In a daze, a scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
That is. . . . . fantasy!
A dilapidated hall appeared in front of everyone.
There are broken stone pillars and scattered statues everywhere, like old men who have experienced vicissitudes of life telling the glory of the past.
Countless strange-looking humanoid monsters were solemnly in the hall.
The Eight-foot Bride is one of them.
In the sky above the broken ceiling of the main hall, above the clouds, there are countless lights and shadows.
Those lights and shadows seemed to be filled with gods, gazing indifferently into the hall.
Everyone looked at it in horror, it was an illusion!
This should be the memory of the eight-foot bride!
Han Hai murmured:
“Master, are those demons?
Just in fantasy, you can feel the powerful power in them! "
Mo Yulin looked solemn, shook his head and said:
"Not necessarily, it may also be the appearance of someone with advanced cultivation.
When cultivation reaches a certain level, this natal dharma can be manifested.
What’s more, it can manifest the laws of heaven and earth! ”
Mo Yulin said and looked at Zhang Xiaoyi.
When this leader of Shushan used the powerful thunder method, there was a red scale between his eyebrows.
The illusion continues.
In front of the dark throne, a cat is playing, a crow is observing the surroundings, and a black dog is taking a nap.
On the throne is a man dressed in black, his eyes burning with black flames, and his face cannot be seen clearly.
The man stood up and walked towards the center of the hall step by step.
Every step was silent and heavy. Every step stepped on everyone's heart, and everyone retreated subconsciously.
The man's low, hoarse, magnetic voice came from his mouth:
"The false gods in heaven use their authority to fool all living beings.
Hell will use blood to make false gods Gods kneel down!”
Demons flooded out of the hall, their screams renting the air.
Wuxin little monkey's heart trembled.
This man’s voice is so familiar!
When I ate the heart and awakened my talent, there was such a voice in my mind, which was exactly the same as that man’s voice!
“If justice is not done, the fire of vengeance from hell is noble.”
Master said that his power comes from the inner demon of a god.
This is also the origin of his name, Li Xinyuan.
Could that man be that god? !
The illusion changed, and it was a land stained red with blood.
It was a battlefield.
It's not just light, shadow and demons that are involved in the battle.
There are also Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes holding thunder in their hands, and there are also old monks who recite the name of the Buddha and are covered with golden light.
There are European medieval knights riding giant dragons, and onmyojis wielding folding fans to control shikigami.
Monsters, warcraft, dragons, and other extraordinary creatures are now divided into two camps and engaged in a fierce war.
Zhang Xiaoyi, Wuxin Little Monkey, and Mo Yulin discovered something almost at the same time, staring at the distance of the battlefield.
That's a huge peach tree.
Waving the branches suppresses large areas of light and shadow.
Bodhi Tree of Enlightenment!
Wuxin little monkey's eyes were wet and he murmured:
"Master..."
The illusion turned again, switching to the perspective of the eight-foot bride.
The onmyojis of Dongying Kingdom practiced their magic and imprisoned the eight-foot bride in a coffin.
The eight-foot bride struggled to stretch out her hands with red nails, and kept muttering:
"Mr....Ms....I'm not married yet. You..."
The illusion is over.
In the ancient tomb, the eight-foot bride still held her head in pain:
“I am...I am Nuanyan who is not yet married...
I am not dead. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Senior, you..."
The Bachi bride suddenly raised her head, Zhang Xiaoyi frowned and backed away, and retracted his outstretched hand.
Through the red hijab, he could feel the killing intent in the eyes of the eight-foot bride!
"It was you who sealed me, it was you!" the eight-foot bride screamed, full of ghostly aura.
The power of death turned into substance and wreaked havoc in the ancient tomb, venting thousands of years of resentment!
Mo Yulin said in shock:
"She has gone crazy! Be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the attack from the Eight-foot Bride followed, and Mo Yulin dodged. He vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Zhang Xiaoyi and Wuxin Little Monkey quickly attacked the eight-foot bride.
Lilith also gritted her teeth and played explosive metal music, and was forced to join forces with Zhang Xiaoyi and Wuxin Little Monkey.
For a time, flames and thunder and lightning intertwined in the tomb, and red ghost energy rioted.
A few people had a tie with the eight-foot bride.
It is indeed what Li Yang said. Everyone who enters the fourth level of the tomb can defeat the Eight-foot Bride if they join forces.
The battle strength is now equal because Mo Yulin has not taken action yet.
Zhang Xiaoyi said while fighting:
“Fortunately, this strong man from the previous era has not recovered his fighting strength, and we can still compete with him!
Sect Master Mo, are you okay?”
Mo Yulin stood up unsteadily:
"Really, he is worthy of being a strong man in ancient times. He almost beat me to death."
He took out the mother talisman from his arms:
"Fellow Taoists, don't panic! The old Taoist is here!"
After that, he took out a handful of talismans in his hand.
Mo Yulin focused all his attention on the battle circle, and did not realize that there was a pair of eyes behind him staring at him with malicious intent.
When Mo Yulin was charging towards the battlefield, Wei Ming screamed:
"Senior Mo! Be careful!"
"What?" Mo Yulin turned around.
A piece of talisman paper was printed on his forehead, and he saw the eyes of his beloved disciple Han Hai, looking greedily at the mother talisman in his hand.
Mo Yulin said in disbelief:
"Disciple, you?"
Han Hai shouted angrily:
"Explode!"
The spell exploded, and Mo Yulin bleeded from all his orifices. He stumbled and fell to the ground, looking lifeless.
Han Hai excitedly took the Mother Talisman from Mo Yulin’s hand:
“I got the Mother Talisman, I got it!
Damn old man, I'm a white-collar worker, with five insurances and one housing fund, and I get 10,000 yuan a month.
Fuck, I will accompany you to beg for food and accompany you to go crazy.
You just didn’t tell me how to make the mother talisman!
You deserve to die, you deserve to die! "
As Han Hai said, he took away a pack of celestial grass from Mo Yulin's arms and ran towards the outside of the tomb.
The sudden change not only exceeded Li Yang's expectation, but also caught Zhang Xiaoyi and others off guard.
Zhang Xiaoyi retreated violently, panting violently:
“I don’t have enough mental strength, fellow Taoist Wuxin, let’s go!”
After he said that, he grabbed Wei Ming and Run outside.
The unintentional little monkey made a milky sound and cursed:
"I told you he was not a good person, what a pity for my fate!"
After saying that, he quickly fled on his old horse.
Lilith also quickly retreated.
Fortunately, Lilith entered here by mistake and was forced to join forces with Zhang Xiaoyi and others.
Otherwise, Zhang Xiaoyi and others may not be able to leave completely.
Lilith was the last one to run, and the eight-foot bride chased after Lilith.
Lilith looked at the eight-foot bride getting closer and closer in horror, and shouted anxiously in English:
"Don't come over! I have to tell my father what happened in the tomb, I We can’t die here!”
What she saw out of the corner of her eye was the young man in Tang suit who led her into the tomb.
Lilith picked up the boy in Tang suit and threw him towards the eight-foot bride.
The murderous intention of the eight-foot bride focused on the young man.
Lilith took the opportunity to escape.
The young man raised his head in fear, swallowed hard, and pulled out a forced smile:
"Hello, hello."
The eight-foot bride paused body.
The young man got up and tried to calm the mood of the eight-foot bride:
“Well, my name is Xie Qilin, and we actually have the same disease.
You have been sealed for a thousand years, and I have been locked up in the temple. After ten years of chanting, I..."
The bride suddenly shed two lines of blood and tears: "My husband, are you my husband?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Yes, madam, I am your husband-in-law."
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The boy and the eight-foot-old bride, the picture comes from the Internet.
(End of this chapter)