Chapter 378 Yuanyuan and Chen Pingan

Gradually, the warriors discovered something was wrong.

I always feel like something is missing.

They looked around and finally reacted.

By the way, it's Senior Sister.

The warriors are all busy, except the senior sister is missing.

Speaking of which, is Senior Sister still in a daze on the ninth floor?

Yuanyuan was in a daze, but unlike what the warriors had guessed, she was not thinking about swordsmanship, sword theory, kendo, etc., but was observing the nine-story pagoda with a special vision.

Su Xiaoqiang's previous guess was correct.

But it was scarier than she imagined.

The nine-story pagoda not only uses living stakes as the foundation, but also the walls, roof, beams and columns of the building, the carved mahogany, and the white walls with red tiles are all made of living stakes.

It is completely a tall tower made of living human piles as building blocks.

And the reason why they do this is not simply because of superstition. This is a world with mysterious existence. Dragon blood and alchemy are both manifestations of the mystery of this world. Among them, using the theory of mysticism to explain, people do not return to nothingness after death. , processed through special rituals, the so-called spirit will be left behind after death.

Most of these secret techniques are evil and cruel, because in general explanations of occultism, the more profound the emotion, the more it can condense the soul essence. So what emotion can be more conveniently obtained and catalyzed than pain?

Therefore, the secret methods that condense the soul often belong to the black magic stream, such as witchcraft in the Western Middle Ages, the penance of some churches, and living human stakes.

On the surface, the nine-story pagoda looks solemn and solemn. From another perspective, you will find that it is a tower of pain and wailing. The sad spirits of girls can be seen everywhere. They emit a faint blue light and together form the nine-story pagoda. The coat of the pagoda.

Through a special perspective, Yuanyuan can see Chen Jiumo working hard to piece it together in the Lion Mountain and Sea of ​​Blood, and can also see Su Xiaoqiang holding the girl's body with a sad face.

She saw the relaxed expressions on these girls.

I also heard their whispers in my ears.

After a long time.

"That's right."

Yuanyuan nodded and opened her eyes.

A hint of blue flashed in the depths of the clear eyes of the Sword Heart Kongming.

She gradually fell away from her special perspective.

His jewel-like eyes looked around.

"I see."

Yuanyuan said.

The girl holds her sword and takes one step at a time.

She descended from the nine-story pagoda.

Passing by fellow students one after another.

But no one noticed.

This scene looked like magic to the hybrids outside.

The organizer seemed to have noticed the situation here. The camera followed Yuanyuan all the way down from the nine-story pagoda. The senior sister from Kyushu seemed to be an independent white lotus and a traveler in parallel time and space, all the way to the second stage. At the junction of the second floor and the first floor, the only person who could see her appeared.

"Sister?"

Su Xiaoqiang looked surprised.

"Um?"

Yuanyuan looked sideways at her.

In her field of vision, there were many blue spirits floating around Su Xiaoqiang, all of them girls acting as living stakes.

Compared with the many spirits Yuanyuan had seen before, the expressions of the girls around Su Xiaoqiang were more relaxed, and the pain was much less severe.

They seemed to want to get close to Su Xiaoqiang, but they couldn't. There was a silk thread connected between the girls' spirits and the place where their living piles were buried, binding them tightly here.

Her round eyes fell on the thin line of light, and the way she was thinking seriously looked like she was in a daze to Su Xiaoqiang.

The next second, something even stranger happened.

Without any warning, Yuanyuan unleashed a flash of sword light.

In Su Xiaoqiang's eyes, the senior sister simply swung her sword at the empty place.

This is...what happened?

She didn't have a round field of vision, so naturally she couldn't see that this sword light cut the thread that locked the girls.

But empty.

The round sword light passed through.

"really."

She muttered to herself, and then turned around and left under Su Xiaoqiang's confused gaze.

Su Xiaoqiang stood on the second floor, watching the round figure disappear into the layers of curtains.

She wanted to follow, but for some reason, a voice deep in her heart told her.

do not go.

What Su Xiaoqiang didn't see was that the spirits of the girls surrounding her were waving their hands and shaking their heads at her.

Senior sister... are you going out?

Su Xiaoqiang thought to himself.

But the truth is not what she thought.

Yuanyuan did not leave the Nine-story Pagoda.

She was standing in a corner of the main hall on the first floor.

He looked up, down, left, and right, pretending to be listening, and nodded.

"I know, this is it."

At this time, there were no fellow warriors around Yuanyuan.

The only one who heard her voice was the mixed race who was watching the live broadcast at the moment.

The topic of discussion has changed since then.

The live broadcast follows the perspective of the warriors from the first floor to the ninth floor of the pagoda. All kinds of Tantric behaviors are displayed in front of them, and they study the evil that will inevitably accompany the dead service. Even monks who claim to be compassionate are no exception, even more so than The speculations of the hybrids are even more terrifying.

As for the final past Buddha, present Buddha, and future Buddha, the Buddha's essence was studied by the doctor, and all these things caused a very strange reaction.

None of the warriors involved in the operation were of mixed race, so they naturally did not know the meaning of the Buddha's essence. However, unlike the hunter website and the Night Watch forum, those who were qualified to browse these two places were basically mixed race, not to mention the mixed race organization. Yes, even ordinary wild hunters can see the essence of the Buddha's essence at a glance.

This is the evolutionary dream that hybrids dream of.

Judging from the murals, the essence of the so-called Buddha Transformation of the Future Buddha is to transform into a dragon.

It is precisely because of this that when the Buddha's Essence appeared, the discussion forum became obviously deserted. Obviously, for these hybrids, there is something more important than posting.

Both the hybrid organization and the advanced hunters are concentrating on recording all the information about the Buddha's marrow. This is the research result of a refuge. Normally, it would cost a lot to get these instructions, but at this moment, they are displayed like this. In front of everyone.

The 368 murals contain far more information than the Kyushu warriors can decipher. With the human resources of the mixed race, it is really easy to find a few masters who are proficient in religious knowledge.

Despite this, the content interpreted by Kyushu warriors is already very precious, and the information about past Buddhas, present Buddhas and future Buddhas is jaw-dropping.

More and more people are planning to set off to the roof of the world.

If nothing else happens, this group of palaces and underground shelters in the Tantric Sect will become a carnival venue for adventurers. The value contained here is so great that people can't help but feel excited.

As for their scruples, they don't care about Kyushu and Tantric Buddhism. Although Kyushu's performance is amazing, Tantric Buddhism also has the so-called present Buddha and future Buddha. It is not yet known who will win in the end.

In fact, according to the speculations of the hybrids, the outcome of the two organizations, Kyushu and Tantra, is very likely to be a lose-lose situation.

At that time, the results of the shelter will not be left to them to take whatever they want.

When the camera turned, the mixed-races looked surprised.

At some point, Yuanyuan was in a dark passage, which seemed to be at the bottom of the nine-story pagoda, lower than the first-floor main hall.

The camera had just turned around and skipped a section, so the hybrids didn't know how Yuanyuan found the way.

All in all, when the reaction came, Yuanyuan was already here.

If the nine-story pagoda in the center of the sanctuary is a solemn and solemn religious building, the underground passage is like a devil's cave.

There are piles of white bones and twisted and deformed monsters with no names everywhere. Yuanyuan looked around curiously. The walls on both sides of the passage were like a museum of prehistoric monsters. All kinds of monsters that humans can imagine or cannot imagine are displayed in it. People have a huge impact.

It's a devil's cave, it's a devil's cave. The further inside you go, the louder the loud beating of your heart becomes, as if the gods are beating drums by your ears, thundering continuously.

Finally, it's over.

Suddenly enlightened.

A huge lotus platform with a compassionate Buddha on it.

He is so huge, it is as if the Giant Buddha in Leshan has come to life and has life. His kind brows and gentle smile give people a sense of harmony and beauty. His thousands of arms are like misty clouds, and they do not feel abrupt at all. I just find it pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly, something like a shooting star slid across the clouds, but damn, where did the clouds come from? They were clearly just Thousand-Armed Monsters.

The hybrids looked closely and felt horrified. It turned out that the so-called shooting stars before were actually Deadpools.

The lotus platform is not a pond, but a quagmire where countless dead warriors are sinking and floating.

Occasionally, an arm falls from the sky, grabs a Deadpool, and throws it into its mouth before it can scream and howl.

This mouth is not the mouth of a compassionate smile, but the back of the monster, a large and dense mouth, with saliva flowing, sharp teeth, and a bright red tongue with long barbs. With one opening and closing, a dead waiter disappears.

The front is a compassionate Buddha, and the back is a greedy and violent demon.

This is the present Buddha.

Yuan Yuanxin felt something, she raised her head, her bangs on her forehead were windless.

The girl's clear eyes met the now peaceful and joyful eyes of the Buddha.

The next second, the peace and joy in these eyes disappeared.

The boundless violence overwhelmed him like a tide.

Yuanyuan looked towards the sky.

Have you ever seen what it looks like with a thousand hands pressing down at the same time?

It was like, the sky was falling.

…………

The past Buddha was in the nine-story pagoda. He is the origin of all things and is the source of the present Buddha and the Buddha's essence.

Now the Buddha is under the nine-story pagoda.

Then, one can imagine where the Buddha's essence, which represents the future Buddha, is located.

Chen Pingan pushed open the door of the hall with one palm.

He did not go to the secret passage. This was not Chen Pingan's mission. It was enough to have Yuanyuan there. Chen Pingan had other things waiting for him.

For example, the master of Tantra.

The old monk sat casually on the lotus platform, playing the rattle with concentration, spinning it casually, and hitting the drum head with the drumstick, making a special magical sound.

It's like a girl's cry.

The old monk seemed to enjoy the sound. There was a faint smile on his lips, as pure as a child's.

He was so engrossed that when the door opened and Chen Pingan walked towards him step by step, the old monk showed no reaction.

About ten meters away from the old monk, Chen Pingan stopped.

His martial arts intuition was warning him.

There is danger ahead, we can't go any further.

However, the danger...

Where?

Chen Pingan glanced ahead alertly.

There is a lotus platform, an old monk, a rattle, an empty bowl, and an overturned octagonal glass vase.

Chen Ping'an's eyes stayed on the glass bottle for a moment. With his eyesight, which was a nine-turn golden body, he could see a little golden liquid remaining in the glass bottle.

Chen Pingan's martial arts intuition told him that there was something wrong with the liquid.

"Oh, we have a guest."

The old monk seemed to have noticed Chen Ping'an just then.

He glanced and found that Chen Pingan's eyes were falling on the octagonal glass bottle, and smiled knowingly.

"Well, it's a pity, young man, that you're late."

As he said that, he shook his head, as if he really felt sorry for Chen Ping'an.

"But it doesn't matter."

"It's an unfinished work anyway."

The old monk spoke slowly, and at the same time, there was an indescribable and subtle sound echoing in the space. Chen Pingan's ears moved slightly, trying to distinguish. His eyes circled around the hall, and finally he heard Fall back to the old monk.

Although the subtle sound echoed throughout the room, Chen Pingan could tell that the source of all the sounds was the old monk.

Or, to be more precise, the old monk's skin.

That is the entire process of seed germination and growth condensed into a few seconds.

The skin on the old monk's body was split into slits.

In the beginning, there were just fine cracks. Later, these cracks became larger and larger, and dark red branches of flesh and blood swayed from them. Some plunged into the ground, and some twisted and entangled with each other.

Chen Ping'an suddenly figured out what the subtle sounds he heard before were. They were the dark red flesh and blood growing from the old monk's body that penetrated into the ground and wandered around the walls and ceiling of the room. movement.

But when I thought about the surrounding walls, the ceiling above my head, and even the ground where I was standing, there were dark red branches of flesh and blood.

Even with Chen Ping'an's temperament, he also felt a chill.

The old monk on the lotus platform over there is almost inhuman form.

He seemed unfazed by the bizarre scene unfolding in the room.

Just continue what you just said.

“It’s not done, it’s just not done.”

"After all, young man, you also know that the blood of a real dragon is not that easy to get."

"What's more, it's still the blood of the first generation."

“However, my requirements are actually not that high.

"As long as it's usable, it's okay if it's barely enough."

"So."

Having said this, the old monk paused.

The rattle I was holding stopped spinning.

The two amber-like drumsticks swayed with inertia, and finally hung down slowly and feebly, without shaking or shaking.

"I have a granddaughter."

"She's beautiful."

"Especially those eyes."

Chen Ping'an frowned slightly. He wondered if the old monk in front of him had a mental problem. Why was he always saying things that people couldn't understand?

The old monk probably also saw Chen Ping'an frowning.

He smiled.

"What, you don't believe it?"

"Oh, that's right."

"I just said this. It would be strange if you believed it."

After talking to himself like this, the old monk raised his rattle under Chen Pingan's gaze.

"Look at it."

said the old monk.

"Look at them."

Chen Ping'an subconsciously followed the old monk's hand and looked at the rattle's drumstick.

It was an amber drumstick.

In other words, the eyes are the same.

"It looks good, my granddaughter's eyes."

The old monk said with nostalgia.

Then he opened his mouth and swallowed the rattle.

Touch your belly.

The old monk showed a satisfied smile.