Chapter 56 I, Yang He, have the last laugh
"It turns out..."
"The opportunity of Wuguang Temple has already been taken into consideration."
Yang He looked at the charred black statue. Its hands, feet and body were twisted with each other. It was indeed like a lit wick. It was even more evil than Taiyi Zhenren.
Grease crackles.
The more serious the self-inflicted injuries on the dozens of people were, the stronger the aura of the charred statue became.
Yang He's scalp was numb. This was the first time he had seen such an orthodoxy.
【Fire Ghost Path (Ascetic Monk)】
[Once mastered, the fire ghost will ignite the fire in his heart and his own brain will turn into lamp oil. However, he will experience the fire torture every ten days and cannot bear the pain of the fire torture. The fire ghost will burn out the lamp oil. 】
"Your Majesty!"
Such as the old monk stabbed the dagger into the heart.
The Yang Fire became sluggish, but it made the charred statue burn even more vigorously.
He looked around at the ascetics who were traveling with him, "Next, I will turn into a living immortal, and you must destroy all the living immortals within an hour."
"I understand, senior brother."
"When the saint comes, I will give you a blessing!!"
Ruzhen, the old monk's facial features were distorted, and he couldn't wait to take out the elixir and swallow it into his throat.
The skin and flesh are petrifying little by little.
He seemed to have seen the scene of becoming an immortal and attaining enlightenment.
Relying on the five senses blessed by spiritual vision, Yang He realized that the blackened statue did not have exclusive opportunities, but was handed over to an old ascetic. Could it be that the Nuwa Empress would bring any disaster?
Before he could dig deeper, his internal organs suddenly felt a burning pain.
The torture of fire enveloped the Wuguang Temple, and all living immortals were affected without exception.
Yang He found that although he was weak, he could withstand the punishment of fire extremely well. At the same time, he could transfer the burning through the Fire Accumulation Mantra.
As he thought, fine cracks spread on the surface of the Painted Skin Ghost.
The Painted Skin Ghost let out a silent scream.
"There is a drama, and it is impossible to have a certain death situation."
"No matter what troubles there are in the festival, if you want to complete the allusion, you must choose to face it head-on. Nuwa Boy is undoubtedly the best opportunity..."
Yang He looked excited, regardless of the hidden malice revealed by the Painted Skin Ghost.
In the world of allusions, I will die. I have already reduced myself to a living immortal. Do I still have to be afraid that the evil ghost will settle the score? ! !
Kaka.
Some of the living immortals in the palace could not withstand the punishment of fire and shattered into slag.
When the shell of the living fairy turns into powder, you can see the mummy curled up inside, like larvae that have failed to emerge from their cocoons and become butterflies.
Yang He couldn't help but feel horrified and quickly got into the cellar.
The cellar is actually not far from the ground. There are more than a dozen skinned corpses piled inside, and there are fragments of the skin of living immortals in the corners.
"Not good!"
Painted Skin Ghost's third arm forcibly extended to grab the skin fragments.
The cracks immediately showed signs of healing.
"Okay, okay, try your best, right? I'm so good at it!!!"
Yang He's expression was extremely ferocious. He was destined to die anyway, and Tonggui no longer suppressed his injuries, but instead took the initiative to intensify the power of the burning torture.
Whoever takes the initiative first, one person and one ghost, will die.
"I'm barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes!"
Yang He grinned, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and his vitality became increasingly bleak. The ghost hand suppressed his fear and hit the painted ghost crazily.
In order to resist the punishment of the fire, the painted skin ghost's skin has been growing and stacking.
………
The ascetic monk faced the punishment of fire with ease and came to the South Hall in a short time.
The old monk Ruzhen has become a living immortal. His expression froze when he saw the open door of the south hall, but the lotus throne of the main seat was empty.
"Brother, could it be that the living... living immortal woke up early?"
"Impossible, impossible." Old monk Ruzhen murmured to himself, his eyes staying on the wooden sign under the lotus throne for a long time, until he felt that the torture of fire was intensifying.
In ascetic practice, torturing oneself will bring about unfulfilled desires.
If the old monk turns into a living immortal, he has given up on his cultivation. The torture of the fire makes him miserable, "Destroy the other living immortals first. Tianzun said that the opportunity to be a saint is destined to be mine!"
"Hurry!!!"
The old monk Ruzhen's voice was hysterical, and his eyes showed deep fear.
His skin is turning into a ghost.
Even if they have anticipated it, how many people can remain calm and composed when they actually face the process of the evil spirit being born and feel the malice of the painted-skinned ghost who wants to eat him alive?
"Senior brother, we can deal with all the living immortals within half an hour."
The ascetics came to the living immortals and brandished their long whips to injure themselves. Each scar made the torture worse, and the living immortals fell into pieces in batches.
For example, the old monk closed his eyes and rested his mind, fear had almost overwhelmed his state of mind.
I don't know how long it has been, but there are no complete living immortals in the four temples. For this reason, the ascetic monk is also bloody and on the verge of death.
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But from beginning to end, Yang He who was hiding could not be found.
If this continues, even if the old monk Ruzhen can stand out, he will probably lose all sense and everyone will have to be buried in the temple.
Bang.
The cellar entrance suddenly opened.
The old monk Ruzhen gritted his teeth and said: "Yang He is inside!!"
"Brother, if something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Could it be..."
The ascetic monk could no longer stand, his clothes were soaked with blood, and the cellar was so deep that it looked like the bloody mouth of a man-eating beast.
"My God, you dare not help me become a saint?"
Ruzhen's limbs have become stiff, his grinning mouth is full of sharp teeth, the painted ghost transformed from his skin has begun to dominate, and the Yang Fire has become thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The ascetic monk had no choice but to carry the old monk Ruzhen into the cellar.
There was a fishy smell in the corridor, and there seemed to be a strange rustling sound at the end.
"Senior...brother..."
The ascetic monk froze on the spot, and a scene that overturned his cognition came into view, and he saw layers of skins almost filling the cellar.
The surface of the skin bag is already covered with cracks, but there is no damage.
The old monk's eyes were wide-eyed, and he could not imagine what kind of living immortal could cause such a strange phenomenon. No, he must not be allowed to live! !
"Kill him!"
"Senior brother, there is something wrong with Yang He's state. It is more like... being possessed."
If the old monk couldn't hold back his murderous intention, and inexplicably felt that his fellow disciple was extremely delicious, he opened his upper and lower jaws and bit off the head of the person next to him.
"If he doesn't die, you will die."
"Brother, you are... crazy!"
The old monk Ruzhen didn't reply, his brows filled with threats.
The ascetic monk could feel that the old monk Ruzhen was almost out of control. While he stepped forward to mutilate himself and perform the spell, he was already fully prepared to escape and leave the Wuguang Temple.
boom.
The heat of the fire swept through the cellar.
The bloated skin began to disappear inch by inch.
"It's done!!"
Ruzhen, the old monk, was overjoyed, and the skin-like appearance of his straight gaze gradually disappeared, and he allowed the severely wounded ascetic to help him out of the cellar.
"With great determination, I submit myself to the rituals of my destiny, knead the earth to create a human being, transform all things into being, and create rituals for marriage..."
When he looked back, the statue of Nuwa suddenly appeared at the corner of the cellar, and everything around him seemed to be praising the saint's achievements.
"If I really meet Nuwa, my disciple will definitely serve her wholeheartedly from now on."
As soon as the old monk Ruzhen finished speaking, his neck twisted 180 degrees, his life was cut off, and he was shocked to notice a figure at the end of the cellar.
Yang He leaned against the wall with his back covered in bruises, holding the stone arm of the Painted Skin Ghost in his arms.
Laughing wildly.
(End of chapter)