In the temple room.

A slender face, wearing a high felt hat, wearing an earthy yellow monk's robe, beating a wooden fish in his hand, chanting Buddhist scriptures at the corner of his mouth, and exuding Buddha light around him, as if an Arhat had descended into the world.

"Boom! Boom! ”

I saw that the lama wooden fish was suddenly broken, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

This is a little lama in front of the door and asks, "Master, is there something wrong?" ”

"No, you stand down!" Cihang Pudu said lightly.

The corners of his mouth muttered, "The wooden fish is broken, this is an ominous omen!" Could it be that something will happen when I meet the Son of Heaven in three days?

Impossible! Cultivating the secret art of the demon clan by himself, coupled with the cover of Buddhism, even if it is a true monarch, it is difficult to see the truth from the false! ”

"Tsk! Tut! The little thousand-year-old centipede spirit actually pretended to be a lama, and his ambitions were not small! A dark voice came slowly.

Cihang Pudu's face changed greatly: "Who is it that slandered the envoy of the Ming Dynasty." ”

A man dressed in a black robe, with a black lotus on his forehead and evil intentions at the corners of his mouth, appeared in front of Cihang Pudu.

"There's no need to pretend, there's no point in delaying the time of acting, there is an enchantment in this room, the sound can't be transmitted, and the outside can't find the abnormalities here." Heavenless laughed.

Cihang Pudu looked around and found that there were thin and dark enchantments, his face was cold, and he said coldly: "Who are you?" ”

"You don't need to know who this seat is, this seat has come to borrow your flesh." Wutian said lightly.

Cihang Pudu's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and the corners of his mouth chanted a strange Buddhist scripture: Suo Life Sanskrit sound.

There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south

There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south.

……

Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south.

I saw a golden Buddha light emanating from Cihang Pudu, and a strange sound spread around, hitting the dark enchantment and rippling a ripple.

"Tsk! Tut! Buddhism, the Sanskrit sound of Suo Life is really weird, it can actually show the rudiments of the Dharma field, the thousand-year-old centipede essence If you break through to the fourth-order legendary realm, this seat will still have some fears, it's a pity! You don't. Wutian said lightly.

Cihang Pudu's face changed greatly, and he was completely panicked, he was able to temporarily confront the demon king with this trick in the past, but he didn't expect to lose the effect in front of this evil man.

Cihang Pudu's face suddenly turned hideous, and his body slowly changed to scales...... There is a powerful demonic aura around it.

"Turning into a demon? Unfortunately, accidents are not avoided, and this seat will not give you a chance. ”

Darkness of flames danced in Wutian's hands.

"Go."

The dark flames jumped and slowly burned on the thousand-year-old centipede spirit.

"Ahh Yes! ”

A shrill scream of terror continued to roar, his hands covered his head, his face distorted, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and he kept rolling on the ground:

"Hey! Hey! The Black Lotus Demon Flame in this seat is soul-burning, so enjoy it slowly! "Wutian's eyes exuded a cold gaze.

Half an hour later, the thousand-year-old centipede spirit slowly turned into a prototype, about 20 meters long, with a pitch-black and shiny back, and thousands of scripts capable of activation, almost filling the entire room.

"Fortunately, the main seat of this room has already laid an enchantment, otherwise such a big centipede will definitely be exposed."

The Heavenless Divine Consciousness scanned the thousand-year-old centipede spirit again to see if it was alive.

"Well, the soul is destroyed, the dead can't die anymore, it seems that the second step plan can be carried out."

Because the body is dead, there is still a soul that can be reborn and reincarnated alive.

The destruction of the soul really vanishes.

Wutian carefully sent a phantom into the body of the thousand-year-old dryad centipede spirit.

If you look closely at the phantom, you will find that it looks very much like Wu Yao.

That's right, this phantom is a trace of Wu Yao's soul.

Wu Yao entered the thousand-year-old centipede essence body, slowly familiarized himself with the process of the body, and slowly controlled the demon body to transform into a human form.

"Deity, are you okay?"

"Well, the plan is quite smooth, and I will be the Tibetan Lama Cihang Pudu in the future." Wu Yao smiled.

"By the way, Wutian, you give me a black lotus phantom, and you also need it to cover up the demonic energy, after all, there is no Dharma to cover it now, it is easy to be exposed, and it will affect future plans."

A black lotus flower appeared in Wutian's hand and floated on the forehead of the thousand-year-old centipede essence, disappearing into obscurity.

"The deity, your demonic aura is used to cover up, as long as it is not checked by the strength of the fourth-order high-level legend, you will not be able to find it."

"Well, it's a pity, Wutian, you destroyed the soul of the thousand-year-old centipede spirit, otherwise it's good to have its memory, just to understand what this world is like." Wu Yao said regretfully.

"The deity, this is all for the sake of insurance, if you don't destroy the soul of the thousand-year-old centipede essence, you will suffer when you take it away.

After all, you are just a trace of soul, how can you take away the thousand-year-old centipede essence? Wutian smiled bitterly.

"Well, it makes sense, you have been guarding me for three days, and then I will go to the underworld to investigate."

Wu Yao examined his body carefully and found that his face was thin, his eyebrows were upturned, and he was wearing an earthy yellow robe and a high-necked felt hat.

"Tsk! Tut! At first glance, his face shape is the mean villain Boos phase.

However, according to the original plot, the thousand-year-old centipede Jingcihang Pudu is really the villain Boos, he seized the government and was canonized as a national teacher, and wanted to borrow the luck of the golden dragon to reverse the dragon, but unfortunately the fate of the villain was finally killed by the protagonist's halo. ”

Wu Yao's face was cold: "Millennial Centipede Essence Cihang Pudu, your idea is good, and it coincides with me."

Let's see if the protagonist's aura can kill me. ”

In fact, when Wu Yao saw the world of "A Chinese Ghost Story", he had an idea that he would divide his soul and give up the thousand-year-old centipede Jingcihang Pudu to be the national teacher, snatch the golden dragon of luck, reverse into a dragon, and finally return to the main body to break through to the fourth-order legendary realm.

Of course, it was still early, and Wu Yao found that this thousand-year-old centipede essence only had the strength of a third-order high-level.

"It seems that we will recover our strength first."

Wu Yao sat quietly cross-legged, his palms on both sides, and the energy of his body continued to operate, cultivating the Nine Dragons Protective Body Gang Qi that he was most familiar with.

An hour later.

"Whew! Oh! ”

A dragon groan came from Wu Yao's body, and a faint golden aura emanated from his surroundings.

"Hey! After re-cultivation, the realm was once again downgraded to the third-order intermediate level.

But fortunately, although the realm has decreased, the strength has not decreased, after all, re-cultivation can stabilize one's foundation. ”

Wu Yao's eyes opened, emitting a trace of fine light.

His hand touched his chest, and a hard book came out.

The shabby sheepskin records the Dharma, the Sanskrit sound, and the golden body (remnant) is ......

"Tsk! Tut! It seems that the luck of the thousand-year-old centipede spirit is good! It should be some kind of monk inheritance. ”

The figure of Wutian slowly appeared: "The Buddha's life-seeking Sanskrit sound, if you come to the golden body (remnant), give me a reference, and my trick: lawlessness, there is a good fusion supplement." ”

"Well, here you go." Wu Yao said with a smile.

The stronger the strength of Wutian, the more beneficial it will be for future plans.

"Looks like you're trying to understand the world!" Wu Yao muttered to himself.

"Someone's coming!"

"Master." A little lama walked in respectfully.

"Do you know where the library is?"