Chapter 80 The terrifying Nuwa Dojo
The night was eerily quiet.
After Yang He noticed something strange at the end of the straw rope, his whole body tensed up.
He can allow himself to die in the main hall, but it must not be a tragic death. Otherwise, who knows if he will be able to catch up with the festival of the saint's arrival.
“Is it Nuwa’s dojo at the end?”
"No, I have to find a way to fake death to avoid the evil attention."
Yang He stood ready, summoning the ghost hand and hanging it in front of him.
The other casual cultivators noticed Yang He's nervousness and couldn't help but look solemn, realizing that the opportunity of becoming a saint's disciple was not so easy to come by.
Sudden.
One by one, the straw ropes slipped from the beams, and there were thirty-four more straw ropes in the hall.
Yang He's expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated to the wall to lean against, fearing that there would be a blind spot in his sight and he would be killed by the evil spirits at the end of the straw rope.
The casual cultivators followed suit and did not dare to make the slightest sound.
"Speaking of which, what would happen if a living person climbed along the straw rope into the end?"
Yang He licked his lips, but the allusion was about to be completed. When the permanent characters were generated, Nuwa Dojo should be the same as Qianyuan Mountain.
Snap.
The sound of joints colliding was heard.
There is obviously only one sound, but if you listen carefully, you can feel that it comes from every straw rope, and you can't figure out where the evil spirits descended from in the main hall.
Snap, snap, snap.
The movement became rapid, and the speed of spiritual vision began to increase.
"Hmm."
Yang He's hungry stomach suddenly grunted, and the straw rope wrapped around his neck, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he struggled.
"Save, save me."
The straw rope was gradually retracted amidst the screams, and the hungry belly disappeared.
The two immortals in Hushan turned pale with fright. The evil spirits were at least visible and tangible. The strangeness in the main hall was simply beyond their knowledge.
The fox-faced dwarf raised his hand to Yang Heyi and said, "Master Tao, you must be a disciple of the immortal. If you can let the soldiers open the main hall, I will give you the opportunity to worship the saint."
"Yes, yes, yes."
The expression of the rat-faced dwarf was twisted, "My junior brother deserves to die, even if Master Tao doesn't take action, we have no intention of letting him go."
As he spoke, he felt warm blood falling on his head.
Crash.
The hungry flesh and bone residue poured down from the end of the straw rope, and even his face fell on the soles of the two immortals of Toyama, and the two of them retreated continuously.
It seemed as if someone was disemboweling the corpse at the end of the straw rope.
Yang He ignored the two immortals Hushan and looked for the pattern of the straw rope.
Since nine people have become disciples of the saint, it means that the straw rope is not a dead end.
The fox-faced dwarf gritted his teeth and said, "Senior brother, this person has an extraordinary background and must know the reality of Nuwa Palace. We might as well get closer..."
The words are not finished yet.
A straw rope was tied around the rat-faced dwarf's neck and pulled to the end.
Yang He's hair stood on end. With the help of his spiritual vision, he heard vague curses above his head. The words were unknown, but he seemed to dislike the dwarf for being too thin.
Bang.
The only skinned corpse that fell was none other than the rat-faced dwarf.
The fox-faced dwarf covered his mouth and nose and froze in a dilemma.
Immediately afterwards, he noticed a straw rope wrapped around Yang He's neck. His expression was indescribable despair, and he realized that the latter did not know the situation.
Yang He was extremely calm. First, Tonggui guided the Yin Qi to fight against the straw rope.
But the effect is not obvious.
The old woman was by no means an ordinary evil spirit. She was unable to resist the erosion of the straw rope. In just a few moments, her limbs were paralyzed and her flesh and blood withered.
"Damn it!"
Yang He urged the corpse to dissolve the immortal body, and the yang fire turned into yin fire. Instead of loosening the straw rope, it intensified. An old woman could be vaguely heard breathing heavily at the end of the straw rope.
"Nuwa's dojo is so evil?"
Yang He no longer hesitated, his ghostly hand strangled his neck and forced him to become invisible. He barely broke free from the straw rope, but he could hear the sound of swallowing saliva.
"I don't want to die!"
The fox-faced dwarf rushed towards the main hall door, trying to break through the blocking wooden planks.
"Who can tell me why the saint kills people!!"
As a result, before he had taken a few steps, his neck had already been wrapped three times. As soon as the straw rope was lifted, half of his spine was pulled out.
Yang He's scalp was numb, recalling everything that happened after the straw rope appeared.
Bang. The body of the fox-faced dwarf fell, and the old woman threw it back to the main hall without skinning it.
The corpse's eyes were wide open without any wounds, as if it had seen an incredible scene before death, with a ridiculous and self-deprecating look on its face.
Yang He was stunned when another straw rope was tied to his neck.
"Is...looking directly?"
"Don't look directly at the straw rope?!"
He closed his eyes tightly, the old woman's murmur suddenly stopped, and the straw rope loosened on its own initiative.
"It doesn't feel that simple. If you can avoid death if you don't look directly at the straw rope, it would not take more than ten days for the boy to sit down on the nine statues."
"First obtain the heart of a saint's disciple."
Yang Heyi patted the shadow of his feet, and the black cat spit out the corpse of the living Buddha.
He carried the living Buddha's body to the altar in three or two steps.
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I was about to move the body up.
The old woman started to cause trouble again, and two blood-stained straw ropes came to Yang He's shoulders.
"No way to survive!"
Yang He intensified the power of the ghost hand and pinched himself at the same time. As a result, the sun fire became dim, and the two straw ropes still managed to break free.
However, there was blood oozing from the mouth and nose, and the internal organs were tingling.
Bang.
The corpse of the living Buddha was successfully seated, and the pupil ghost attached to its heart, and guided the heart to become the heart of a saint's disciple through the wonderful method of eating yin and refining internal organs.
The refining of the heart went smoothly, and Nuwa's face gradually grew.
Snap.
This time it was three straw ropes.
Yang He's pupils were shaking, and he understood that even if he didn't look directly at the straw rope, it would fall down within a certain period of time. To break the situation, there must be enough living people in the palace as sacrifices.
The price he paid for breaking free from the straw rope was increasing, and his organs had been severely damaged.
"Why does it feel like the old lady at Nuwa Dojo is fishing?"
The straw rope wasn't the scariest thing yet. There was already an arm of mutton-fat white jade stretched out, trying to take out the heart from the living Buddha's body.
"It should be in time."
Yang He felt the suffocating pressure and counted silently.
The moment when the heart of a saint’s disciple is formed.
The ghost hand directly dug out the heart, and then contained the aura emanating from the saint's disciple's heart.
Yang He let the straw rope pull him to the end, avoiding the mutton-fat white jade arm, while the ghost body was revealed behind him.
As he approached the end of the straw rope, he felt an inexplicable trance in his heart.
Then a shocking picture came into view.
Yang He suddenly saw Nuwa Dojo.
In the thick fog, an old woman is fishing. Her skin is covered with ravines. There are a total of thirty-four arms holding fishing rods, corresponding to the number of straw ropes.
Next to him were tools for disemboweling fish.
The mutton-fat white jade arm extends from a distance, at least two to three hundred meters away.
"Hiss..."
Yang He took a deep breath, and the pupil ghost merged into the ghost body without hesitation.
For the first time, he tried to open the vertical eyes between the ghost body's eyebrows.
Suddenly three Yang Fires burned fiercely, Yang Shou's speed visible to the naked eye dropped sharply, and bright light leaked out from the gap in the vertical eye.
Yang He didn't feel like he was getting help from a god, but his life span was suddenly exhausted.
Snap.
The straw rope broke.
Yang He was shaped like a corpse, and his skin and flesh cracked after falling to the ground.
The mutton-fat white jade arm seemed to have a mysophobia, and it hurriedly retracted to the end of the straw rope.
The old woman's muttering turned into irritation, but it was more like the food was wasted.
After a while.
The main hall fell into dead silence.
The corner of Yang He's mouth raised, and he quietly put the saint's disciple's heart into shadow. It seemed that he had deceived the evil spirit in Nuwa's dojo.
He closed his eyes to steady the sun and waited for dawn.
(End of chapter)