The giant stretched out a finger, like a prop supporting a celestial body, and tapped it lightly.

Gently dotted on the top of Ling Tiansu's head.

Ling Tiansu instantly felt an incomparably heavy momentum.

It's not about the body, it's about the soul!

Because Ling Tiansu was carrying the weight of this huge index finger on his head, and the sea water under him was as quiet as usual, even a ripple was raised.

Ling Tiansu's eyes suddenly darkened, and his entire soul seemed to be compressed and deformed under this finger until it was shattered!

The intense labor pain made his body in the outside world subconsciously stiffen and tremble.

Wu Ying, who was carrying Ling Tiansu on his back, sensed all this.

He frowned, and said to the old man in front of him: "The injury of the backlash is getting more and more serious, and this guy won't live long." ”

The national teacher Lao Dao sneered: "Even if he becomes a corpse, you have to carry it to my destination." ”

............

In the midst of the sharp pain that was pressed by a finger on the soul covered his consciousness, the sound of Qingming and ancient chanting sounded, and Ling Tiansu's shattered soul condensed again under his finger under the strange power of chanting.

Ling Tiansu closed his eyes and felt the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow of his soul with his heart.

The finger, which was like a pillar of heaven, slowly pressed down, pressing him into the endless deep golden sea.

The sea overflowed his whole body, flooded his eyes and ears.

In addition to the sound of chanting, the sound of deep water flowing, there seem to be countless heart-numbing mouths opening and closing.

Familiar, terrible pain came from the body again.

Nibble!

Blood stream!

Minced meat!

Cracked bones!

and even the soul to disintegrate!

Unable to breathe and think in pain, Ling Tiansu even suspected that he had been torn into countless pieces.

In a hazy consciousness, his eyes were closed, but he clearly saw a pair of dark red eyes!

Ling Tiansu suddenly opened his eyes!

The soul returns, and the sound of chanting is far away with the pain, like waking up from a big dream......

The line of sight of consciousness gradually returned to clarity, and before he had time to see the surrounding scene clearly, what caught his eye was a pair of dark red eyes.

A cold sweat did not dissipate, Ling Tiansu stepped back a point, and subconsciously stayed away from these eyes.

The treacherous glint in Wu Ying's eyes flashed, and there was no expression on his face.

He glanced at Ling Tiansu lightly, and then sneered: "Life is really big enough, so you can come back to life." ”

While speaking, Wu Ying had quietly withdrawn the two fingers placed on Ling Tiansu's wrist.

The chaotic emotions settled down, Ling Tiansu exhaled a turbid breath, ignored Wu Ying's cynicism, and looked around.

This is a dilapidated Taoist temple.

Strangely, what is enshrined in the main hall of the Taoist temple is not the stone statue of the Sanqing Daozun.

There is empty, on the stone platform, only a black bowl stone altar used by the old monk to turn into a fate, looking not only did not see a trace of righteousness, but with a wisp of ghostly spirit.

"Where is this?" Ling Tiansu thought to himself, if it wasn't for his own sleep, the destination of the demon path had already arrived.

Wu Ying's body leaned on a pillar that was thick for two people, and from Ling Tiansu's angle, he could just see his sideburns white.

He said lightly: "Hundred Ghost View." ”

"Hundred Ghosts?"

Ling Tiansu searched his eyes, and under the Dao platform, he saw the sleeping national teacher Demon Dao, and guessed that he must have absorbed Wu Ying's spirit, and was concentrating on refining at the moment.

No wonder Wu Ying has more gray hair.

But looking at him like this, he seems to be a little indifferent.

"The purpose of the demon Dao coming to the ancient land is obvious, he is looking for his own clan, but the boundary of this ancient land is so vast, but there is no need to be small in the world, he wants to find his own clan in the fastest time, only to come to this hundred ghosts to ask the little ghost first. ”

Hearing Wu Ying's explanation, Ling Tiansu asked again: "How do you ask the little ghost?"

Wu Ying looked weak, and she didn't even bother to raise her arms.

Instead, he pointed to the black stone altar over there, and said, "Do you see the stone altar over there? It is the Lonely Soul Altar, a place where the souls are homeless and have nowhere to go when they are homeless, and that altar is where they live." ”

Speaking of this, Wu Ying's eyes became a little weird: "And the little ghosts in it, just like this name, there are as many as 100 of them, and if the demon wants to ask for a name, I'm afraid I will have to pay a little price." ”

Ling Tiansu glanced at him and said, "But I think that the wool always comes from the sheep, and the price he pays will naturally come to absorb your life to make up for himself later." ”

Wu Ying's expression suddenly froze, and he said with some annoyance: "If he eats it, I will let him spit it out!"

Ling Tiansu shook his head with a smile, ignoring Wu Ying's words.

Although listening to the Emperor recite the Haotian Heart Sutra was an extremely painful process, the two experiences could not even trace the source of that inexplicable pain.

But it's not for nothing.

Originally, the fifty qi apertures in the dantian qi sea had condensed a full seventy at this moment, which was an unexpected joy.

There is also the backlash injury caused by the interference of the first ten thousand attempts, which has also been completely recovered under the finger of the Eastern Blue Emperor to destroy and reshape the soul.

Ling Tiansu quietly wiped out the cold interference aura left by the old Taoist in his body, and secretly thought about what he should do next.

Although he seems to be safe at the moment, in fact, he is no different from stepping on the tip of a knife, and the national teacher demon Dao left him down, undoubtedly just wanting to do that thing of throwing bricks and attracting jade.

And he is the brick that is thrown out, and it will crumble to the ground at any time.

In contemplation, the national teacher also woke up.

When he slowly opened his eyes, most of the wrinkles on his face had been smoothed out, and the dead wood was still reappearing in spring.

He opened his eyes and looked at Ling Tiansu with some surprise: "You can still wake up in this situation, boy, your life is really hard enough." ”

Ling Tiansu said: "It's nothing to wake up, it's hard to survive in the hands of your old guy." ”

National Teacher Tianming smiled expressionlessly: "Do you know that this seat would rather anger that old madman and insist on killing you?"

Ling Tiansu pondered for a moment, and said: "You are the Great Jin National Teacher, standing day and night in the Star Picking Tower to divinate the stars, maybe your good fortune and avoiding evil are false, but the 'Star Appreciation Technique' is true, on the day I awakened the life star, you have already had a murderous intention, until today, you are sure that the owner of that star is me, and you guess that the Sword God Lord will definitely choose me as an apprentice, so you will want to get rid of it quickly, right?"

The national teacher Tianming said: "You are really evil." ”

The evil in his mouth is a pun.

Lao Dao got up slowly, patted the dust on the corner of his clothes, and then walked to the lonely soul altar, he stretched out a finger, and rubbed his fingertips hard against the edge of the stone platform, his fingertips cracked, and blood flowed out.

The old Taoist raised his injured index finger expressionlessly, and carved a red and bloody word "Hades" in the air with blood.

Bend your fingers a little and introduce the word "Hades" into the black altar.

Immediately, in the quiet and ghostly black altar, there was the sound of excitement, and the sound was piercing and excited, as if it had obtained a supreme delicacy.

The black stone altar shook violently.

The old Taoist of the national teacher suddenly knew that the little ghost who asked for directions was afraid that there was too little blood and food, and he was not greedy enough.

He sneered, took out a short blade, cut off a piece of flesh on his arm, and threw it into the mouth of the altar with an expressionless face.

The old Taoist of the National Teacher at least has the cultivation of the Tongyuan realm, and although his physical body is a skin that he has taken away, his strength is not weaker than that of the Haiyan Clan.

I could only hear the creaking sound of human teeth coming from the black altar.

Hearing this familiar voice, Ling Tiansu couldn't help frowning.

Wu Ying glanced at Ling Tiansu lightly, his eyes were indifferent and ruthless.

When the national teacher was gradually impatient to wait, the sound of chewing finally stopped.

The black stone altar shuddered and spat out a cloud of black-blue soil.

The old Taoist stretched out his hand to hold the pomp of soil, and Yuan Li swallowed it from his palm to form an invisible semi-circular arc, holding the pomp of soil in the air on the palm of his hand.

A young shoot bursts out of the ground at the speed of the naked eye.

The shoots give birth to branches and buds, extending to the west, and even when the national teacher turns around, the branches and buds always point to the west.

He glanced at the two of them lightly: "It's time to continue on the road......

........................