The incandescent beam of light shines on the glass, which is somewhat reflective. The liquid inside is cloudy, like rice paste. Getting closer, a pale and puffy face suddenly appeared in front of him, which frightened Zhang Peng and took several steps backwards.

"There's a corpse in there!" At this time, Xue Bai also saw it.

"This ...... There's a broken one here! Old Yellowskin shouted. Zhang Peng quickly walked around to the back and saw half a glass container. The flashlight swept down, and there were shards of glass all over the ground.

"Yes...... Something came out of it. The old yellow skin said in a trembling voice.

"There's a sign underneath." Li Chunsheng pointed to the bottom of another glass container and reminded. Zhang Peng walked over to look at it, only to see that it was written: Yamada Daichi, Subject A.

"Go check that out." Zhang Peng said as he rushed under the broken glass container and quickly polished the sign.

The moment he saw the information, Zhang Peng only felt a cool breath rushing up from his spine to the top of his head, because it was written on it: Oda Masako, Subject E.

Just when Zhang Peng was in a panic, in the darkness not far away, something seemed to move.

A nearby warrior monk, with a flashlight in one hand and an iron rod in the other, was looking around to see if there was anything missing.

"Tick ...... Tick...... Tick ......"

He seemed to hear the sound of droplets, and as far as he could see, it was a wall covered with mud. In the incandescent beam, the wall appears reddish and seems to be slowly shrinking. Thinking he had seen something wrong, he rubbed his eyes.

"Whew!"

In the next second, a yin wind suddenly blew overhead. Before he could react, a bright light slashed diagonally from above.

"Poof!"

In the darkness, blood splattered out, but it was silent.

"Bell!"

The sound of the iron rod falling to the ground was particularly loud.

"Third junior brother, third junior brother?" Another warrior monk heard the movement and raised his flashlight to shine it, and his eyes widened suddenly.

I saw that the body of the third junior brother was three feet above the ground, hanging in the air, the iron rod was rolling to the side, and a large amount of blood was flowing down his feet to the ground. A slender scythe pierced his temple, piercing his skull and hooking him in the air.

Looking up, two red lights lit up in the darkness. When the beam of the flashlight moved up, a face that looked like a cow but not a cow, wearing a copper ring on its nose appeared in front of him. Its head is large, several times larger than that of a cow. On the top of the head were two long, horizontal horns, with holes at the ends, through which an iron chain was passed, and an iron ball covered with spikes hung from it.

"Devil, it's devil!" The warrior monk was startled at first, a little frightened, but as soon as he thought of the dead junior brother, his pupils immediately contracted, his face showed determination, and he roared, and the iron rod slammed to the ground, and the head of the stick bloomed with dazzling golden light.

"Wow!"

Almost at the same moment, the massive head stretched forward and let out a dull, muffled cry. Then a cold light streaked through the darkness, and the warrior monk held his stick in both hands, facing upward.

"Bell!"

In the flying sparks, the warrior monk could not withstand the tremendous force, and flew backwards, smashing over a large number of glassware on the stone platform.

"Bang bang!" Zhang Peng reacted quickly, pulled out his pistol, and fired continuously.

Tongues of fire erupted, and in the blink of an eye, everyone finally saw the full picture of the attacker.

It was a monster more than four meters tall, with light red skin, a body like a ball, and a head like a cow. Compared to its massive body, its two upper limbs are very elongated, holding two slender scythes, but its lower limbs seem to have none.

"Wow...... Wow...... Wow......"

The bullet struck it, bursting with bright red liquid. The liquid was made of some unknown ingredients, as if it had been mixed with a fluorescent agent, emitting a reddish glow in the darkness. The "big fat" didn't seem to be able to fight, and let out a painful wail.

"Hurry up, it's the Abyss Scavenger!" The iron-hearted cicada roared loudly, and the Zen staff in his hand slammed to the ground, and the copper rings trembled.

"Rustling ......"

With the high-frequency sound of metal crashing, the golden light on the top of the Zen staff became more and more abundant.

"Boom!"

With a Buddha horn and a Zen staff pointing forward, the devotive's massive body fell backwards with a deafening wail.

Taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Peng and the others escaped from the research room first, and after the iron cicada crawled out, they quickly pulled out of the table and put down the iron door.

"Third junior brother, third junior brother is still inside." The warrior monk who first found the scavenger was crying and wanted to rush back, but was dragged backwards by the other two brothers and sisters.

"Amitabha, good, good." The iron-hearted cicada looked gloomy, bowed its head and recited the Buddha's name.

"Bang bang!"

After less than half a minute of silence, a dull sound came from inside, and the iron door seemed to be under tremendous impact, constantly twisting and deforming.

"Hurry up, this door can't stop it!" Zhang Peng shouted, and everyone immediately ran out.

"Boom!"

After running more than ten meters away, the iron gate collapsed with a bang. In the smoke and dust, a huge figure moved out. It was as if there were tiny lava flowing on the surface of the body, flickering and dimming. I saw it supporting the ground with both hands, like a disabled person without legs, and with a strong support of both hands, its body moved forward several meters.

"Run, run!" Li Chunsheng grabbed Zhang Peng's wrist, afraid that he would run too slowly.

"Don't worry, it's slow." Zhang Peng quickly saw that the speed of this scavenger was not good.

Everyone was originally running wildly, but when they heard Zhang Peng's words, they slowed down and looked behind.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be a legless chicken." Yellow Fur laughed. I have to say that the thinking pattern of the brain-dead is different from that of ordinary people, and they start to scream when they are out of danger.

"Liuzi, don't laugh!" Zhou Fuyuan said with a dark face. Someone has just died here, and the monks are grief-stricken, and the rabbit cub is still laughing, making others embarrassed.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh." Huang Mao also seemed to sense that something was wrong, put away his smile, and put on a serious appearance.

After a while, the group fled to the plaza at the entrance, and when they looked back, they saw that the scavenger was still a long way away.

"Worms, dead ......"

Suddenly, a low, deep voice flooded into everyone's minds. It was not a language they knew, it was like a magic sound from hell, and each syllable was like a knife cut through glass, and the sharp grinding sound made people uncomfortable, dizzy, and almost disgusting.

Strangely, everyone understood.

And just when everyone was terrified and extremely uneasy, it turned around and went back......

"This ......" Everyone looked at each other when they saw this.

"Scavengers are lazy by nature, they belong to the middle and upper classes of demons, they have rough skin and thick meat, and their strength is extremely great, but due to their limited mobility, they rely on inferior demons to forage for food. There are living corpses everywhere here, and it is estimated that it survived by eating these. The Iron Heart Cicada looked at the ground, walked around the square, and said, "This is a large six-pointed star summoning array, which can summon demons from the abyss by sacrificing the flesh of the living. ”

"What now?" Zhang Peng asked.

"The living corpses were destroyed, and there was nothing to eat here, and it couldn't squeeze into the stairs, and over time, it starved to death." Iron-hearted cicada said.

"This ......," Zhang Peng hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm afraid it's not good, this is a school." ”

"If you want to destroy it, you must at least invite a Great Day Golden Wheel Monk to come over...... Tie Xin Cicada turned his head to look at Director Dai and asked, "This Heavenly Palace benefactor, have you prepared sesame oil money?" ”

The level of the monks of the Lotus Temple is divided into six levels: iron wheel, silver wheel, golden wheel, Ruyi golden wheel, Daming golden wheel, and Dari golden wheel. After all, this work of subduing demons and subduing demons will kill people in minutes.

In fact, the strength of the Golden Wheel Monk has been extraordinary, but compared to the talented and rare geniuses of the Xiao family sisters, it seems a little thin. It's like a firefly under the bright moon, and no matter how bright it is, it's obscured.

Normally, evil spirits and ghosts, demons and demons can be roughly divided into two categories, one is physical and the other is spiritual. Of course, there are also mixed ones, which are the most powerful.

Like scavengers and living corpses, they are all physical, and in short, they kill people with their bodies. And the doll that Zhang Peng encountered before, that is, the fear of evil spirits, is a hybrid of the main spirit and auxiliary physics, and its harmful means are mainly to use the ability to move across space, to produce fright, or sneak attack, and the body's attack ability is very limited. As for Su Yiyi's spirit body, it has no other ability than to scare people.

Cultivators are also divided into self-cultivation and mind cultivation, self-cultivation is to forge bones and temper flesh, practice muscles and gather qi, and heart cultivation is through learning, strengthen the will, eliminate distracting thoughts, and participate in the road of enlightenment, etc.

Xiao Yunuo is already a great accomplishment in both self-cultivation and heart cultivation, his body is like a hundred steels, and his heart is like a lake of water. Although Xiao Tianqing is extremely talented, he can't bear to be lazy and lazy, and his self-cultivation relies on his talent and is very powerful, but he is not in the stream when he cultivates his mind. Before, I was afraid that the evil spirit would dare to appear to scare her, probably because I realized that her soul was fragile. It also turned out that she was scared at the time.

In the Lotus Temple, all monks above the level of the Golden Wheel have reached a certain height in terms of self-cultivation and self-cultivation. It's just that this sea of living corpses, scavengers, pure brainless hardness, is really the kind of blind fist that kills the master. The ability to cultivate the mind is useless.

"Solve, it must be solved...... Zhang Peng muttered.

"This ......" Director Dai looked embarrassed and said, "Xiaopeng, it's not that my brother doesn't help, it's my Jiupin Sesame Official, the authority is really not enough, or ......" He changed his words and said, "Let your friends come and take a look, and wave your hand......"

"No, I mean......" Zhang Peng raised his hand and motioned to Director Dai to let him say first, "It goes so slowly, and it is breathable here, can we get some gasoline and burn it." ”

For a while, everyone was quiet.

"That's a good idea!" After thinking for a while, Huang Mao excitedly shouted, "We can also get a fire water cannon, spray the oil directly over it, and burn it to death!" ”

Huang Mao, Li Chunsheng, Xue Bai and others with good physical strength ran up first, got some gasoline and portable fire water cannons and came back, and the rest of the people were watching below.

About an hour and a half later, several people ran down panting. Li Chunsheng, Huang Mao, and one of the warrior monks carried a portable water spray gun and an oil canister on their backs.

"Bring it to the middle, where the top is high, the place is large, and there is a lot of air, so it is not easy to explode, and it burns sufficiently." Zhang Peng said.

His tactics were quickly recognized by everyone. The task of attracting monsters naturally fell to the heads of the monks such as the Iron Heart Cicada. In case of any accidents, the Iron-Hearted Cicada can still repel it.

"Wow!"

A moment later, a dull roar echoed through the dark square.

"Worms, dead ......"

The terrifying magic sound, once again, sounded in everyone's hearts. Turning his head, the scavenger was dragging his fat body out of the passage.