Normally, I would have landed on the Sanskrit carved stone, and I would have gotten rid of the monster in the fog. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Annoyingly, the black mist surged downwards and sucked me in again.

This guy did it on purpose! With such a huge body, he even took the time to lean down, making it clear that he wanted to me.

But this time it was a little different, the black fog around me didn't hold me in the air like it had just done, but let me fall.

After a few seconds, my feet stepped on the hard object, and when I looked down, it was a large black stone slab.

There are several identical stone slabs around, and there are red ravines at the joints.

I touched it with my hand, and there was still some temperature, and some liquid was applied to it.

I soon realized that it was not a stone slab, but a large scale, and a few red ravines in between, which were the same stripes I had just seen in the distance, that is, I was standing on the monster right now.

Another low roar came from the front, and the scales under my feet also trembled, but fortunately, I had the spirit snake footwork, and I adjusted my steps in time to stabilize my body.

However, it is also because of the black fog that shrouds me outside, and the force field in it makes me firmly confined to this area of the monster's body, and I will not fall directly into the abyss due to gravity.

Then the monster with the black mist entered a long downward phase, and it didn't interfere with anything other than fleeing, and it didn't even react when it moved around on it.

Since that's the case, then I'll just go further, those two clouds of white light should be its eyes, if there is any change in a while, it will be enough to take the opportunity to engage in it.

As he moved towards the monster's head, the surrounding light grew brighter and brighter, and when he looked up, there were more oval stones engraved with Sanskrit in the space.

Compared to the few pieces above, the number of places here has nearly tripled, and the yellow light shrouded in its surface has become more and more dazzling.

In order to get around them, the path of the monster had become tortuous, and I had to slow down my progress so that I would not be thrown into the black fog again due to too much inertia, and the feeling of being frozen was terrible.

The further down you go, the more this round pumice stone becomes, and it soon becomes so dense that it flies through it as if you were swimming in the Milky Way.

And there was already a murmuring chanting sound in my ears, and the more I flew downward, the clearer this sound became, as if someone was reciting it nearby.

I soon realized that the sound of chanting was coming from the pumice stones around me, and as the sound became louder, the black mist that shrouded me slowly faded.

At this time, it is no longer realistic to want to go to the head of the monster again, the lighter the black fog on the head, the weaker the force field it forms, and the stronger the gravitational force of the fall.

I had to crouch down, find the nearest ravine, jump down, and then use both hands to grasp the protruding edges of the scales on both sides, and barely steadied my body.

But after a while, the yellow light above his head became more and more brilliant, and the black mist was almost completely transparent except for a trace of outline.

The ears were filled with the loud chanting of 'Bothida, Viyata, Namana, Gilippo, Ajava......

'Pothida, Viyata, Namana, Gilipo, Ajava......

This voice was like many monks chanting in their minds at the same time, their consciousness followed by emptiness, and their minds were very peaceful, but the true qi in the meridians was suppressed to a level that was almost exhausted, and even the sea of qi in the dantian was about to stop running completely.

Losing the supply of true qi, the hands holding the scales on both sides gradually became weaker, and the toes had completely left the ground, and if it continued like this, I was afraid that it would not take more than two minutes to become a trapeze.

At this moment, the monster beneath him let out another low roar, and at the same time, a thick black fog rushed from the front.

The Buddha sound in his ears was diluted for a while, and then the sea of qi began to run again, and his heels fell to the ground.

Raised his arm and wiped the sweat on his forehead, he finally got through it, and secretly said in his heart, I just wanted to stab the monster under me blind, but fortunately there was no real action, if I didn't have it, I would have flown into the abyss now and died.

Now I can only squat here and watch to see what else will happen in the future.

After that, the speed of the monster's descent increased again, and although the number of pumice stones around it became denser, it would spew out several black mist from time to time to replenish consumption, so the situation did not continue to deteriorate.

Gradually, there was not only a yellow light around, but also a shallow layer of cyan light, and I stretched out my head to see that in this huge space, there were not only pumice stones, but also many cyan rune swords suspended in the air.

Unlike those pumice stones surrounded by yellow light that do not move in place, these runic swords slowly follow a certain pattern, but when they are about to encounter the black fog, they will actively bypass it.

I can clearly feel that the energy contained in these runes and swords is Taoist, specifically the dragon and tiger, and I can't guess what kind of place this is, and it is both Buddhism and Taoism.

Soon there was an answer to the question, and the monster had been flying with me for so long that it finally stopped descending and began to hover at the same altitude.

When I looked down, I found that I had reached the bottom of the abyss, and in the light of the green and yellow, I could see that there was an endless open space below, dotted with many unknown flowers and plants.

But what really attracted me was that in the middle of the clearing grew a huge tree about a hundred feet high, half of which was lush and fragrant, and the other half was withered and lifeless.

Not far from the root of the tree, there were two people sitting on the east and west, and although they were far away, they could be seen from their attire.

The monk was dressed in a gara robe, holding a golden scepter, and a yellow Buddha light appeared on his head, in which the Buddha horn was chanted.

The Taoist priest was dressed in a plain shirt, and a silver sword hung over his head, emitting a Taoist blue light, and the fierce momentum swept the sky.

I was stunned by the sight in front of me, an old monk and an old Taoist, meditating around a giant tree that was half dead and half glorious.

The skills of these two people are beyond the scope of my comprehension, as if they can communicate with heaven and earth, what are they doing, are they competing? Or are you guarding?.

No one answered the question, and the monster beneath me just carried me around the treetops, not rising or landing. (To be continued.) )