Blood was dripping, a large amount of dirty blood seeped into the earth, and the headless bodhisattva fell to the ground.

The fifth uncle's face was indifferent.

Just now, the two of them worked together to kill one of their companions, and they were expressionless.

"As I said, I have cursed the prince."

Immortal fetus said.

The fifth uncle's face remained unchanged, and the disdain under his eyes was well hidden.

When he knew that the immortal fetus kept repeating a sentence and had cursed the prince, he knew it.

There's no new work.

Immerse yourself in the glory of the past.

Dry bones in the grave.

"Who have you cursed?"

The fifth uncle began a sacrifice to the immortal tree.

He spilled his blood on the ground over and over again.

The mouth is full of this.

The fairy fetus looked at the dying man.

finally said the proudest thing he had done in his life.

"I have cursed two generations of champions."

The fifth uncle's actions were sluggish.

Two generations of champions.

If it's two generations of champions.

It is only possible that the father and son of the Han Dynasty are the champions of the two generations.

The young general Huo Quai.

inexplicably killed Huo Huan.

Their deaths were simple.

Violent death.

After one set out to conquer Mobei.

Violent illness.

One inherited the title and died violently.

It is unlikely that Liu Che did it.

If it is said that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty raised Huo Quai, he raised a doppelganger, and blessed Huo Qubing with the idea of his desire to fight as a great general.

Then he personally took Huo to the sick son, as if he was raising a son.

He wanted to cultivate a second Huo Qu's disease.

It's a pity that Huo Yan also died.

Died after Liu Che's Taishan Feng Zen.

Since then, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty has been a little suspicious.

I always feel that someone wants to use witchcraft to harm people.

As a result, after old age and frailty.

It is not clear whether anyone wants to harm him.

But he did kill the crown prince and queen.

The famous witch curse.

An unjustified disaster for the crown prince.

Although the people who participated in the witch plague, except for a limited number of people who survived, the rest were later killed.

But the crown prince and the queen are indeed dead.

There's no way back.

It is difficult to say whether the death of the two generations of champions Hou has left any shadow in Liu Che's heart.

Anyway, the last years of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

Seek immortals and seek medicine.

It's serious, indeed.

……

The hometown cub trembled.

He didn't know why the robed people had brought him over.

He hid behind the robed man.

I saw my father.

Father didn't seem to see this.

Doing his own thing.

But his father at this moment is different from what he remembers.

He scooped the blood out of the severed head of the bodhisattva.

It then spilled on the ground.

There is also a stick in his hand.

As if it were watering, it kept watering the ground in front of you.

This blood seeps into the ground.

He also wrote on the ground, which were simple hieroglyphs.

It means about a tree.

Specifically refers to the tree.

He was writing trees on the ground, and the fairy fetus was observing the movements of the fifth uncle beside him.

Especially those words, he wanted to make sure that the man in front of him did not have any information that should not be mixed in the words for these sacrifices.

With his self-talk.

The Lookout Cub looked around, and the tall ghost in the robe beside him lifted him up and carried him on his back.

Protected up.

Tell him to keep his feet off the ground.

But at this time, the hopeful cub felt a calling.

It's a cry from the depths of the soul.

He seems to belong right there.

He wanted to look there.

But it's like a kitten.

was pinched by the back of the neck by the huge yin spirit, and shook it.

Bring him to his senses.

The lookout cub who came to his senses was a little afraid, but he also looked into the distance curiously.

The ground began to shake constantly, and something was walking underneath.

If you look closely.

These are more than two meters tall and can't speak.

Under their feet, they float on the ground.

The blood-drained corpses staggered out of the ground.

It was then strung with branches that had been pierced from underground.

Fly with the wind.

The branches of this big tree strung everything together.

Like air-dried sausages.

"Bang!"

Just a moment.

A building tree was thrown out of the ground.

When the Wangxiang cub saw this building tree, he didn't know why, but he had an idea of wanting to get close.

It's not so much that his father is the fifth uncle.

Mu Ning said that his father was Jianmu.

Fortunately, the yin ghost behind him pinched his neck again, calling the villager cub to wake up.

The boy was holding a basin in his hand, and he was terrified, not knowing what he should do.

It was built like a snake, from a small sapling, to a thick growth.

Behind the fifth uncle, a colorful python appeared, swallowed him in one gulp, and disappeared.

Again appeared, just in the distance.

The speed of the fairy fetus is not slow.

He looked greedily at the tree.

What he saw was the fruit of the tree.

The tree keeps growing.

The fruit is also getting taller and bigger.

The fifth uncle and the immortal fetus tacitly distanced themselves and watched this building tree continue to grow.

Until the hundred-zhang tall building wood soars into the sky.

Sweep away the clouds.

The remaining half is still under the clouds.

The huge weird mother underneath also appeared.

The timber is still rising.

Seeing this, even the fifth uncle, who claimed to be a last resort, his heart began to tremble.

The fairy fetus can no longer hold back.

He flew up.

Then a hand appeared, squeezing him tightly.

The fairy fetus is struggling.

The Buddha's hand did not give him any possibility of struggling.

"This time, can you leave through Beidou?"

Someone asked.

The fairy fetus child's hole shrunk, and then it was "paji" and pinched into minced meat.

Buddha's hand turned over his hand, and the flesh fell.

Immortal fetus, just dead?

The huge Green Tara opened her eyes.

The fifth uncle looked up at this terrible Green Tara, and then saw Green Tara's head, which rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, revealing the old monk on the back of his head!

The old monk made a sound as clear as a yellow and green bell.

"Doramaha."

"Taramahasattva."

He had a compassionate face, but there was no mercy on his face.

The idol that had originally had two arms grew out again.

This time, on these upper arms, there are human faces.

That was the face of all the monks of Taramaha.

They made their voices in unison.

"Doramaha."

"Mahasa Mahasattva."

Each face made a sound of pleasure, and in their heads, Jianmu began to change.

Those building trees began to turn into a lotus platform.

The upper part of this lotus platform is hidden in the dark clouds.

Only the second half, under the thunderclouds.

On this lotus platform.

There is a change that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

A thousand flowers.

Among the countless flower cores, the thick mouthparts like a hundred-year-old tree fell from the dark clouds and pierced into the earth.

The place where the lotus seeds were supposed to be bred was opened, and the wasps, which were taller than people, flew out.

Crackling down on the ground.

The land began to crumble.

What is hidden beneath the land is also revealed.

After so many years, the treasures left behind by the immortal fetus have been discovered, and the entire Taramamaha finally collapsed, showing its true appearance.

A broken island.

Not far from it is a truly inhabited island.

The islands of Brahman.

The clouds began to spread, drifting towards Brahmans at a terrifying speed.

Shrouded in the islands of Brahman.

More mouthparts fell from the sky and burrowed into the human body.