Chapter 763: Heart of the Fetal God (Twenty-Nine) (Two-in-One)
Crescent Ya walked out of the yurt with a crutch.
She only woke up from the breakthrough not long ago.
The extremely sharp cold light just now came from her.
She has now been completely renewed, her originally withered face has regained its fullness, and her sparse hair has grown back.
Although he was holding a cane, it looked more like a weapon than a reliance on his original action.
He was just wearing a fur cloak and couldn't see his figure clearly.
But this appearance has already made Aji, who was getting up from the ground and was originally full of displeasure, illuminate his eyes.
Then, Dan Jin walked out with Liu Sheng in his arms.
The eyes of these people and sheep were even more greedy, but this look was too naked and direct, not as if they could have it. It seemed that there was a common existence behind them that was controlling them.
Liu Sheng glanced at them, and a hint of boredom appeared in her eyes. She was really tired of seeing these strange faces.
Looking into the darkness of the village, the bright torch light illuminated everything in front of you, making the darkness even darker and deeper.
Therefore, these people and sheep could not see them, and figures quietly walked out of the darkness.
They held colorful clothes in their hands, large or small, full of patterns like scribble.
When they all raised the cloth pieces and chanted a name silently, the patterns on the clothes seemed to come alive, jumping down from the cloth pieces and floating into the air, but when they came to their senses, they saw that they were still on the cloth, everything seemed like an illusion.
But before I knew it, an indescribable aura quietly descended from the sky, and the black fog began to surging, like a wave surging down from the snow-capped mountains.
The people and sheep around the yurt also felt the strangeness. Turning their heads and finally noticed these shadows in the dark and behind them.
"What are you wives doing?" a sheep roared loudly.
"It's evening, you dare to show up! Have you forgotten the lesson?" Another celebrity, Yang, also asked angrily.
"No, I haven't forgotten, I will never forget..." A woman's voice trembled, "So...I want to repay you."
As soon as these words came out, they suddenly aroused the other party's anger.
A sickle suddenly swung out, and the target pointed directly at the woman's head.
In an instant, the scene became chaotic.
The remaining people and sheep turned their attention to these women, waving their hoes, hammers, rakes and other weapons together, and a violence was about to break out.
Although these women were scared, they dared not stop and continued to recite, call, and pray for the name.
And these people and sheep finally heard it clearly.
That name—
Gombazzesca.
Once they realized the name, the supreme fear that emerged from the bottom of their hearts made them froze in their hands and their weapons paused in mid-air.
They seemed to be intimidated by some kind of force, unable to move forward or move.
Gradually, nothing could be heard.
I don’t know when all the sounds seemed to have been swallowed up, and a silence enveloped the surroundings.
The black fog surged to both sides, and a huge canoe slowly emerged from the rolling fog, from the mountain to the grassland, getting closer and closer.
On the canoe, the huge figure gradually became clear, his eyes swept across silently, and finally fell on Liu Sheng.
Although it is very far away, from a certain concept, it is face to face, saying words only Liu Sheng and that existence can hear.
"Meet again..."
"If you want something, you will respond." Liu Sheng said.
"But do you understand what this ceremony is asking for?"
Liu Sheng nodded.
"The cloth on the sheep pen is full of spells. Although these spells are different from the array patterns I know, you can infer the information carried in it from the various spell rituals in "Snow Mountain Practice Records", and you will naturally understand it."
The existence seemed to think for a moment and nodded slowly: "Then, why should I help you in the same ceremony, not that person? After all, you should understand the principle of coming first and coming later."
Liu Sheng said, "First of all, you should feel that my identity is worth enough."
She paused, "Secondly, if the fetal god knew that you were helping a rebel to become a god...what would you?"
That existence became cold in an instant.
"Are you threatening me?"
"This is not a threat, but cooperation. What I can bring to you is far more than that demigod who is about to achieve."
"You are very confident. But do you think you can let the fetal god know this?" Gombazeska said coldly, "If He really knows... I don't have to..."
Liu Sheng said softly, "I know your troubles, but what if I say I have a way?"
"So...I'm looking forward to it."
"Don't you need to verify what I said?"
"No, anyway, it's the price you need to pay. If you can't achieve it, there will be only one ending."
The sound dissipated like smoke, and blood-colored chains shot out like arrows, locking all the people and sheep onto the canoe.
Under the entanglement of the blood-colored chain, these humans and sheep instantly became as dull as a flock of sheep, as if their souls were pulled out of their bodies by the chain.
There are also some missing ones, perhaps it is just because the one in the dark did not come out, or maybe it is just alone.
Ru, the old village chief, Aji and Bianba who had been hiding behind him at a loss.
The old village chief barely got up from the ground.
He rushed towards the canoe in panic with Aji, but was pulled away by the blood chain.
"No...the ceremony...no...only one."
This is how the canoe was, and he slowly sailed into the black fog with a boat of people and sheep.
"Sir, think of a solution!"
The old village chief watched the canoe go away and shook Bianba anxiously.
But Bianpa just serves the master's daily life, so how could he have seen such a situation? I was already scared and didn't know what to do.
After a while, he hurriedly took out a talisman from his arms, which was wrinkled and slightly yellow, as if it was tanned from some kind of leather with a blood-red spell on it.
Bianba took it out carefully, his eyes full of distress.
But if you destroy the master's plan because of your own temporary mistake and return to the spiritual temple, let alone the treasure talisman rewarded by the master, you may even lose your life.
So, Bianba took a deep breath and resolutely tore open the amulet.
In an instant, those strange words squirmed like living things, floating in the air and intertwined, little bits of blood red continued to proliferate, and eventually turned into a huge phantom, like a mysterious existence rising in the darkness, covering this space.
The phantom's face was compassionate, with a bulge of a belly. Through the translucent belly, you could vaguely see a curled outline, as if some ancient life was nurturing in it, waiting to break out of the shell.
Eighteen arms danced in the void, and each hand held different magical objects and objects - golden bottles, skin drums, sharp swords, golden chains, golden bracelets, etc. Each magical weapon emitted a faint light, as if it carried mysterious power.
The legs below are crossed together to form a strange lotus seat. It is no longer like a lotus, but some kind of strange flower, so bright that it makes people unable to move their eyes open.
"Mandala..." Crescent murmured as he looked at the flower seat. At this time, the old village chief and Aji had just raised a glimmer of hope, but saw the phantom turn, and his long tongue suddenly stretched out, swallowing them all in, without even a moment of sound.
After chewing for a few times, the phantom's abdomen expanded, and a huge sheep's head gradually grew, hitting the phantom's abdomen wall and rushed to the outside world quickly.
The moment it broke, blood and flesh splattered, and blood scattered like a waterfall.
The blood spilled on Bianba's body, scorching like fire, and the skin curled and fell off violently under the high temperature, as if it was burned by boiling iron.
And under the burning pain like a flame, dense eyeballs squeezed out from his body, and the sticky eyeballs were spinning.
The spell climbed up his body like life, drilled into his blood vessels, spread to every pore, causing his skin to begin to ulcerate, gradually revealing his white bones, and the painful moans kept coming.
He cried and raised his hand tremblingly. The mandala flowers quickly climbed over his bones like vines, spreading layer by layer to the tip of his fingers, eventually submerging his facial features.
Two horns grew on his head, and violent anger was filled with his eyes, spreading all over his body, like a mandala blooming in the fire.
Bianba rushed forward suddenly, thinking that he would chase the canoe, but he didn't expect that he would come directly towards Danjin and Crescent.
Obviously, he didn't care about these people and sheep being kidnapped by canoe, but he cared more about Danjin and Crescent Ya.
No, what is more important is Liu Sheng.
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Liu Sheng saw that the man's hand was directly grasping him, layer by layer of mandala flower rolls towards Danjin, and grabbed her hand hard, trying to force her to let go.
But Dan Jin refused and just hugged Liu Sheng tightly.
But there were skulls who were crying, climbing along the layers of mandala flowers to Danjin.
She swung a whip, and the lightning-like whip pulled the skull all over the ground.
Yueya also rushed over quickly, the cloak behind her suddenly opened, and a red shadow kneeling behind her rushed out, lay behind Bianba, and opened her mouth and bit Bianba's neck hard.
Bianba wanted to dodge, but was tightly entangled by layers of golden tentacles that came from nowhere. The power was severely drawn and it was constantly lost from its body.
Under the emptyness of his body, his neck was bitten, his eyes suddenly widened, blood overflowed from his lips, and he could only make a helpless whimper.
The Mandala Flower wanted to go up and grab the red shadow, but was pulled out layer by layer by layer by layer by lightning whip.
Unexpectedly, when using the amulet, he was no match for the two women.
In despair, a new head suddenly emerged from the wound on his neck, and a compassionate face that looked like that phantom, but wrinkled, could no longer see the divine compassion.
As soon as this head appeared, the red shadow retreated directly, returned to the back of the crescent moon, lying tightly behind her, and her hands and feet merged into her spine.
At this moment, Yueya felt that she was complete.
And Bianba's appearance has completely changed.
The original simple face was now hung aside with no breath, but a wrinkled head appeared on the neck, with wide eyes staring at the woman in front of her.
The canoe has long gone, and I don't know where to head.
But the person in front of him didn't care at all.
The eyes on that face were staring at Dan Jin tightly. To be precise, they should be staring at Liu Sheng in Dan Jin's arms.
Liu Sheng looked at him, but he tilted his head slightly, which was exactly level with the face that was squeezing across the neck of Bianba.
Then, Ping Jing greeted:
"Hello, Master Baoquan."
Dan Jin and Yue Ya were surprised for a moment.
Unexpectedly, this Bianba - no, Bianba is dead, and Master Baoquan is growing out of his body.
"That thing that is neither god nor weird is you, right?" Liu Sheng said.
"That's right." The thing said slowly, "I have already revealed my true face, why don't you?"
Liu Sheng said, "That's what I am."
"Is that true?" The other party didn't seem to believe it.
"Or what do you think I am?" Liu Sheng said softly.
"Ha," the phantom sneered, "Your body is filled with the breath I hate the most..."
"Feal God..."
The sound was extremely clear, as if it was exploded in silence.
The figures still in the dark also heard them, moved one after another, and their hearts were surprised, and their eyes turned to the little girl who seemed to be a little ghost.
"Well, it doesn't seem to be..." The little head was still shaking slightly, as if thinking about something, "What the hell are you?"
Liu Sheng raised his eyebrows lightly and spoke slowly: "Why don't you let me go to your spiritual temple directly and have a good conversation in person? Leveraging your disciple's body, this is not considered a manner of hospitality, right?"
"Ha, that's right..."
"It's good that you're willing to come. I'll say it earlier, why should I refuse my invitation? It's so ugly?"
Liu Sheng said coldly: "Because I don't like the way you invite."
"Haha...What a little girl."
So the black fog rolled away.
At this moment, a spiritual temple with red walls and yellow tiles appeared a little far away from the yurt. The smell of incense could be vaguely smelled from a distance.
When the women on the grassland saw this temple, they couldn't help but feel panic in their hearts and subconsciously wanted to kneel down and bow down.
However, their knees could not bend, as if there was some force pulling themselves on it to prevent them from falling.
"This... this is not what we believe in..."
Finally, someone realized that something was wrong.
Once this consciousness is transmitted, the truth of the Spirit Temple will appear.
Although this spiritual temple seems to be far away in the sky, it seems to be near in front of you, and all the details are vivid in my mind.
The golden tiles melted, revealing the flesh and blood below, while the bright red walls were flowing with liquid, like blood constantly sliding down from the wall, flowing all over the ground, dyeing every inch of land red.
The exterior wall made of white bones was surrounded by a circle. A blood-red plaque was hung on the temple door, with the words "Baoquan Ling Temple" written on it. The handwriting was bright red, like the blood that had just dripped.
Further in, there is a long staircase with blood flowing on the stone steps, and upwards is the palace.
Deep in the palace, the incense is very strong. The gilded prayer drum rotates rapidly in the wind, making a jingle sound. The darkness lingers inside. I can only see a small figure kneeling in front, but I can't see clearly from afar.
The more he looked inside, the more cold he felt in Yueya's heart, and a chill on his spine.
Crescent covered his heart and his chest had a two-fold heartbeat.
She knew something was wrong, and then shouted loudly, "Everyone hurry up and go back to their house, don't come out, wait for us to come back!"
All the dark shadows silently retreated back to the darkness.
But all eyes still followed the two figures and followed Bianba step by step towards the Ling Temple.
Especially when I saw the little doll in my arms.
After following them, they finally walked into the temple gate and stepped onto the stone steps again.
The black fog surged up again.
The Spirit Temple was then surrounded by layers of black fog and slowly disappeared at the end of the vast grassland.