I felt as if there were thousands of needles stuck in my ankle, and I wanted to cut it off. Guang Lingzi also seemed to feel the struggle on my ankles, his face was shocked, his hands were loosened, and my whole body collapsed on the kang at once.

Although I was weak, I always felt that there was a heat flow in my body running up and down, and I wanted to break out of my body, but I couldn't. It's not the same as my soul can't come out of my body. The feeling of bondage is like feeling itchy but not knowing where it is, but you can't scratch it, and this feeling is like being able to feel itchy and know where it is, but you don't dare to scratch it.

When I got used to it, I sat up and looked at Guanglingzi, only to find that he was dead. The expression on his face was not relieved, but more like worry.

What should I do? This old Taoist priest died here, so he couldn't let him rot like that. After all, it is a generation of grandmasters, and a decent funeral is still needed. But I don't have the ability to do this for him right now.

I got down from the kang first, and when I walked to the door, I happened to meet Liucheng's wife who came back from grabbing medicine. Seeing her neat appearance, I remembered that the whole Liu family knew that she was a madman, who would give her medicine? But after she cleaned herself up, it was really different from when she was crazy. I'm afraid that when something strange happens to Liucheng, he is just newly married, and even not many people in the village recognize his wife.

"Have you taken the medicine?" I asked, although I saw that she was holding the herb bag in her hand.

She nodded, and walked around me to the stove, where there was no pot for decoction, so she could only use the cooking cauldron to fry the medicine. I walked out into the courtyard and looked out over at Kunyu Mountain, wanting to see what was going on over there and where I could see it.

"You two stay in this house, don't come out again. I went into the house and said to Liucheng's wife, "Don't open the door if anyone else comes to call me except me." ”

Liucheng's wife just glanced at me again, and didn't say yes or disagree. I couldn't communicate with her, so I hurried back to see how the three women were doing.

When I walked to the door of Liu Huaichun's house, I happened to meet Bao'er who was going out.

"Where are you going?"

"I also asked where you went!" Bao'er pushed me back, "Hurry up, Xiaodi has gone to Kunyu Mountain." ”

"Didn't you let you watch her and not let her go? And Liucheng's wife, did she also run away?"

Actually, it's my business to look at her, but I didn't care about it when I went out. Now it's just a matter of shifting the blame.

"What do you say! We ran away early in the morning, so we are not afraid of accidents. The three of us women, Xiaodi knows how to do martial arts, and we can stop her!"

"I'm going to chase the crazy wife of Liucheng. ”

"Let's go, let's chase the little flute back. As she spoke, Bao'er handed me Mrs. Xu's dagger and pushed me out. Maybe along the way, we were born and died together, and we also had feelings. Tianfeng is dead, if Xiaodi dies again, the two of them should be sad. I'm going to feel a little guilty, too.

"How long has she been gone?"

"How did I know, I found out that she was missing half an hour ago, and I didn't find Miss Xia for a long time before I concluded that she went to Baiyun Temple. ”

I didn't have time to talk to her, so I turned around and ran towards Kunyu Mountain. Hopefully, Flute walks slowly, and I can intercept her halfway.

The ground on Kunyu Mountain shook just now, and I don't know what terrible things happened. I was anxious, and I kept exerting strength under my feet, running non-stop towards Kunyu Mountain.

As I ran, I felt that the heat flow that Guangling handed over to me was circulating faster and faster in my body. But just as blood doesn't flow in the veins, the heat just stirs my blood and blood for a while. The whole lung seems to be about to explode, so uncomfortable, I always want to find a place to vent, but I can't stop under my feet.

My heart was disturbed, and I was thrown out of the place when I mixed garlic under my feet. I estimated that I could fall more than two feet away, and when my body stopped, I finally couldn't help but burst out with a mouthful of blood. I felt that the heat flow in my body seemed to be gone, as if it was spurting out with that mouthful of blood. When I stood up, I only felt that the place where my body had rubbed on the ground just now was wooden, and it was not painful. When I looked down, my chest and arms seemed to be covered with a layer of qi, and after slowly dissipating, the knowledge left behind was a faint indentation.

I couldn't help but laugh at the changes in my body. Could it be that I have also obtained the internal strength of the old way and refined into a peerless martial art? However, the original changes in my body have disappeared, is it that the true qi he passed on to me or something made me use up?

I'll have to give it a try. Thinking to myself, I immediately ran wildly. After running for a few tens of meters, I felt as if my legs didn't listen to my command, and I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. I wanted to jump over the ditch and bump, but the whole person actually jumped several meters high.

I still couldn't stop in mid-air, my legs were alternating between stepping on it, and my body could follow it. But after walking a few steps, I can't walk, and it seems to be all the effect of habit. When the habit is gone, the body begins to fall. I had no experience at all, so I fell heavily to the ground.

When I stood up, I couldn't help but yell at the woods in front of me. It's more like releasing the stuffiness that is suppressed in the chest. This sound was louder than the roaring tiger in the forest, and I was startled by myself. When I'm done yelling and my heart is calm, it's important to keep a low profile and not let them see the changes in me. Forbearance is the most important thing.

There was no trace of Xiaodi along the way, and there were many ways up the mountain, but there was only this one closest from Liujiaji. Then she must have climbed up the mountain. When I was about to reach the top of Kunyu Mountain, I deliberately stopped and walked up slowly.

The scene in front of me suddenly made my hairs stand on end!

If you want to say that I have seen that kind of bloody scene, I also went to the battlefield myself during the defense of Jinan. I've also seen soldiers who died in battle get up again and fight with me in close combat. I can accept that, but what I see in front of me makes me feel shocked.

Baiyun Temple is five hundred meters away from me, and between this distance, there are five hundred northern troops led by Xing Wuyang, as well as Taoist priests from Baiyun Temple, and there should be some soldiers of the southern army. No one is fighting with a sword, and the battle may have been over. All those who move are eating their own internal organs.

Maybe you can't imagine that kind of scene, the bloody hand is still holding the steaming liver, opening the bloody mouth, and biting down is actually your own internal organs.

The Baiyun Temple in front of it can no longer be called the Baiyun Temple, it is all rubble, and there are ruins everywhere. Scattered corpses everywhere, exposed entrails. The sun was full of the smell of blood and the stench of internal organs. I couldn't help but retch. I didn't eat in the morning, and now I'm vomiting some sour water mixed with bile.

When I finally got used to looking up, I saw the little flute, holding a dagger and sticking it into my stomach.

"Little flute!" I could only call out to her. But she didn't seem to hear at all, and the dagger stabbed straight into her abdomen. I rushed over to get her out. It must be that the Baiyun Temple was surrounded by some kind of spell or enchantment by that tantric master. As soon as you step into it, you will be confused by your mind and do horrible things like eating your own internal organs.

I could think of this, but I forgot that when I came in myself, I was also confused.

It felt like my soul was suffering from depression in my body, and there was no jīng spirit. I took two steps forward, and the spirit actually came out of my body on its own, standing in the sunlight and looking at me.

"It's all you, you hurt me to the end

ì Turtle cowering in your stinky skin. "He" said and took a step towards me, holding Mrs. Xu's dagger in his hand.

When did "he" take Mrs. Xu's dagger away? I was startled and instinctively ducked back. When my soul saw that I was afraid, it actually laughed evilly, put on an attacking stance, and rushed at me with a cold face.

Probably out of instinct, I flew up and kicked at Mrs. Xu's dagger. His soul is empty, but the dagger is always real. I can't beat my soul, and I can't let "him" stick the dagger into my stomach even if I get a little wounded in my foot.

As a result, this kick not only kicked Mrs. Xu's dagger, but also kicked my soul by the way, kicking the soul and falling out. How could I have so much strength and still be able to kick my soul away.

After kicking, I felt that my whole leg was hot, as if I was surrounded by a layer of heat. The blood of a single leg seemed to be boiling. I didn't have time to analyze these changes. My soul has already stood up, still holding Mrs. Xu's dagger in my hand, ready for the next attack. Now "he" became cautious and was not in a hurry to attack.

But I can't afford it. The little flute had already pulled out the dagger from her stomach. Then he smiled and raised his hand to continue the stabbing a second time. That's right, she was laughing, and she didn't feel any pain at all. It seems that it is not himself who is stabbed, but an enemy with whom he has a deep blood vendetta.

I didn't have time to snatch the dagger from the flute's hand, so I kicked a stone, hoping to hit her and knock her unconscious. The pebble flew past her body. But it seems to have attracted her attention to me.

My soul took advantage of the time I got up and slashed at me again. I couldn't dodge it, so I could only raise my arm and stab my tense muscles. My idea is quite naïve, maybe the "true qi" given to me by the old Taoist priest can be turned into an iron cloth shirt and block this knife. However, Mrs. Xu's dagger sliced into my muscles like tofu until the bones stopped.

The pain to my bones made all the cells in my body come alive and I lost my mind. I grabbed the soul that didn't have time to retreat with the dagger, and with the other hand pulled out the dagger from Mrs. Xu's arm, and the next moment I was about to stab into the soul's heart.

But Mrs. Xu's dagger reached the soul's chest, but I stopped. I can't stab it. There was a glimmer of clarity in my mind. To be sober-minded is to endure great pain, and the wound on the arm does not bleed much, but the flesh that has been cut and rolled together at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. As for whether it can heal or not, I don't know.

I didn't care so much, so I threw my soul to the ground and went to greet the little flute.

She no longer stabbed herself with a dagger. But his two hands were there to pick at the wound on his stomach, trying to remove the intestines inside?

I walked over and pulled her hands away, shaking her shoulders to wake her up.

"Little flute, wake up, you'll die like this again!" I shouted, but no sound came out.

When she looked up at me, I realized that her eyes didn't see the pupils at all, and the whole thing was black. It was as if it was filled with churning ink. Isn't this demon-possessed? I raised my hand and slapped Xiaodi, trying to wake her up. Unexpectedly, the "ink" in her eyes rolled faster.