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Slowly, there was a voice, a cold sneer seemed to come from the corner, the voice loomed, and slowly my ears became clearer and clearer. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

That's right, someone is indeed sneering, and mixed with the sneering is the incomprehensible Western language.

I stared at it, a dense layer of fine sweat all over my body, and in this damn place, my invincible gossip didn't work.

There must be something powerful hidden in the darkness, but to my horror, I can't tell if the hidden enemy is a god or a ghost or a human.

It moved, and an invisible air flow rushed over like a tide!

It was like a gust of wind, blowing gently, and before I could react, my legs froze, and I froze.

The cold qi rushed up quickly along the meridians on my legs, everything seemed to be just a snap of my fingers, I immediately made a decision, and hit the two acupoints of Yanggu and Kaiyang with both palms, and at the same time, the vitality of my whole body was wildly released.

Yanggu and Kaiyang acupoints are important acupuncture points where the yang energy of the human body is located, and this evil cold only instantly sealed the blood veins of my legs, which is extremely fierce, and I can only forcibly increase the yang to resist this cold.

The three veins burst out at the same time, resisting the cold, which lingered beyond my waist and fought fiercely with my vitality.

The battle between the cold and the hot and the evil qi made me very tormented.

Damn, I'm still careless, the enemy is in the dark, I'm in the light, it's a real headache.

I tried to pulsate my legs, but I found that my thighs that had been eroded by the cold felt as if they were frozen, and I couldn't move at all.

Seeing that I was at an impasse, the terrible laughter in the darkness became more and more sharp, as if mocking.

"Uh-huh!" I snorted and struggled hard, but for some reason, my vitality could not break through the cold breath and I couldn't move.

This is a relatively evil sect, with my current cultivation, even if I enter the mass grave, it is impossible for the yin and cold qi inside to block me in an instant, where is this kneeling ground? How could there be such a powerful yin qi, and that ghost thing hiding in the dark, what the hell is it?

I was thinking intensely, when a strong wind came in front of me with a terrible shout.

I slapped it with one palm, and with a click, the thing shattered instantly.

Whew!

Dense winds came from all directions, and I realized that there was definitely more than one living creature in the dark.

I was also extremely angry, the protective shield moved instantly, and the thunderballs of vitality in both hands exploded wildly, connecting more than a dozen thunderballs, shooting in the darkness towards the location where the wind came from.

Because of the Jin Shen of the water and wood veins, my senses are extremely strong, and the wind has been judging the direction of those guys who are sneaking up on me.

Boom!

With the crackling sound of the thunderball, the thing in the darkness let out a terrible roar!

Judging from the roar, it should belong to the category of monsters, "Amauli begs for ......" in a deep Western language, and my ears are densely filled with the roar of monsters.

It was as if I had entered the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, and I instantly understood that there were powerful beast tamers here controlling monsters.

I'm not afraid of monsters and animal trainers, but there is no light at all, and there is a strong sense of suffocation, which causes great psychological pressure.

Roar! A huge force hit me, and my backhand was a palm, and I slapped it with the huge thing, and with the sound of flying to the ground, my palm was also painful and itchy.

I secretly screamed that it was not good, the palm I just received was highly poisonous! At the moment, the busy luck is resolved.

Seeing that the wind around me was about to crack, I knew that this monster containing highly poisonous was about to launch a second wave of attacks, so without thinking too much, I opened the gossip furnace and released the rice balls and fire qilin.

As soon as Tang Yuan and the Fire Qilin landed, the two ancient giant beasts roared almost at the same time, their bodies magnified dozens of times, and they rushed into the darkness frantically.

Suddenly, the space was chaotic, and the roar of the monster and the ethereal and strange voice of the beast tamer were mixed together, and it was very lively.

My ears twitched slightly, and I quickly debated the source of the ethereal voice, and soon I was able to locate him, his voice coming from a corner.

With a movement of my wrist, the gold thread wrapped around my wrist shot towards the sound.

Regardless of whether that guy can see in this space or not, the golden thread instinct is small and weak, and if it is fast, he may not be able to catch it.

With a snort, I distinctly felt the sound of the silk thread piercing into the flesh, and knew that this guy had been stabbed, and the silk thread flicked its fingers and wound away in a loop.

"Golden Bird!" I sneered, and quickly chanted a mantra in my mouth, and suddenly the crisp sound of golden birds sounded all around, although I couldn't see the golden light, but at least at this moment, there were hundreds of golden birds full of spiritual energy hovering around me.

The Golden Bird Technique was originally Zhang Mingxiu's secret method, and when I was almost killed by those Golden Birds, and when I helped Zhang Mingcheng ascend to the position of the head of Longhu Mountain, I deliberately let this old guy pass on the Golden Bird Technique.

With the call of the sharp-billed golden bird, I could hear the guy who was tied up in the silk thread and began to shout in a panic.

Once targeted by the Golden Bird, I can guarantee that this guy will die a miserable death, I was almost pecked to death by the Golden Bird in the first place.

With the roar of Tang Yuan and the Fire Qilin, the screams around them became weaker and weaker, these two guys will definitely not show mercy, I can imagine which monsters, when encountering these two ancient beasts, how miserable the end will be.

Recite! The golden bird is scattered, and there is light all around, as if the sun is slowly rising in the dawn, and the light is getting brighter and brighter.

I slowly adapted to the light in front of me, and the tragic scene around me made me terrified.

I was in the middle of a bright snow, and I expected that it was the series of halls, which were no longer in the Kim's Palace.

The snow white on the ground and the cold mountains around me all showed that I was in the middle of an underground mountain at this moment.

The snow was full of the corpses of some snow-white monsters, and if it weren't for the red blood stains on their bodies, these monsters would definitely be difficult to find.

But these monsters, with faces similar to those of humans, were tall, with long, stout hands and feet, and covered with fluffy white hair, which almost melted with the snow.

Snowman? I couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

Legend has it that there is a mysterious beast on the Xibo Plateau, which is infinitely powerful and often haunts the snow-capped mountains.

However, most of their faces were purple and black, and each snowman had a thumb-sized hole on his forehead, and I reached out to see the remnants of the soul.

This soul resentment is extremely heavy, as if there is a monstrous hatred, and it is extremely vicious!

Someone should have forcibly poured a resentful soul into the body of the snowman, so that the snowman would be controlled by some guys who are proficient in soul control, so it seems that the person who controls it is not a beast tamer at all, but a master of soul control.

The underground hill in front of me was not very large, and I walked over to the guy who controlled the snowman, and he was already dead, and even his soul was eaten by the golden bird, and only the skeleton was left around him.

Judging from the broken black robes he scattered on the ground, he should not be a tantric lama, but some masters of Western Tibet.

Next to the tattered clothes is a sheng, presumably this is his magic weapon for controlling the snowman.

It's just that it's hard for me to understand that with his cultivation, he can't even avoid the Golden Bird Technique, so how can he have the ability to manipulate absolute space?

What's even more strange is that Tantra also belongs to Buddhism, and should not do such a cruel thing and seal the resentful soul into the snowman.

Just when I was puzzled, Tang Yuan and the Fire Qilin let out a low roar at the same time, especially the hair on Tang Yuan's whole body was upside down, and he grinned his teeth, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Their eyes just fell on the place where I was standing, and when Tang Yuan saw me looking at it, his eyes became more and more frightened and hideous.

The next second, I felt my body take off, and the ground I was standing on suddenly fell into the air, and my body had fallen into the air.

Almost at the same time, the rice balls and the fire unicorn jumped out of the hollow hole, and in the endless darkness, I kept sinking, and even I almost forgot how long I had sunk, it was like a dream.

When there was a dim light on the tip of the sword in front of me, I realized that I was about to fall to the ground, and I don't know how high it fell.

However, I found that my own vitality was not at all, and everything seemed to be ethereal in this dimension.

Yes!

At the moment when I was about to land, I couldn't help but scream in pain when I thought of the tragic scene of shattering all my bones.

However, there was no scene of broken bones, and a soft vitality dragged me, Tangyuan, and the fire unicorn to the ground steadily.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and then I realized that I was in a dimly lit hall full of oil lamps, with dense carved patterns in the hall, and in the middle of it sat an illusory old lama.

That's right, his body is shaking like a shadow, it shouldn't be an entity, but it's not a soul, but a remnant soul similar to Hong Xiuquan.

However, judging from the brilliant golden aura on his head, he should be a master of Tantra, the spirit of the Dharma, so that even just a trace of the remnant soul also has boundless Dharma.

I approached him slowly, and he looked at me with a smile, not surprised that I was a Gentiles, and his eyes were as clear as water, as if he could penetrate all the good, evil, beauty and ugliness of time.

I knew that it was this old lama who had just rescued me, so I hurriedly bowed my hand, and the rice balls and the fire unicorn also honestly lay on the ground, not daring to move.

I thought to myself that this old lama must have a high status during his lifetime, otherwise he would not have been so powerful in the absence of a remnant soul, and even an ancient fierce beast like Tang Yuan was also intimidated by it.

I didn't hear what the old lama said, but he seemed to understand that I didn't understand at all, and the remnant stood up and took an oil lamp, walked over to a wall carving, and motioned for me to look at it slowly in order.

I took the dim oil lamp and looked at the murals slowly, the more I looked at them, the more shocked I became, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

The mural depicts the brutal slaughter of countless monks, as well as the countless monks fighting with the evil evil masters of Western Tibet, and the Buddha Tao was lost and fell into a tragic scene from which it will never recover.

When I looked at the last mural, I understood the story they told.

Langdarma's destruction of the Buddha, the darkest and most cruel scene in the history of the Buddha of Western Tibet!