I didn't expect that such a small place could also lay out a formation, and I unknowingly let myself be hit.

Wu Mian couldn't help frowning.

How is this done?

Under the gaze of the group portraits, even a person like Wu Mian who was determined and unshakable couldn't help but feel a little anxious in the dim side hall. He shouldn't have been exposed yet, this formation is indiscriminately affected, and he can only get in and out smoothly if he has mastered certain methods.

If it's elsewhere.

Wu Mian had already greeted the other party's mother well, and then demolished the broken hall and smashed this row of lampstands. But now is not the time to startle the snake, so you can only frown and use your brain.

Zhang Tiekou and Zhengyangzi have both mentioned it.

All formation feng shui is essentially to use the leylines to create a kind of internal circulation of the bureau, and through this bureau to achieve the effect of some magical spells, as long as you follow the cycle or break the cycle, you can break the formation. The space of this side hall is limited, and if there is anything that stabilizes the natural flow of the leylines, there is only one.

Stand of light!

Wu Mian forcibly endured his nausea and approached these fat white pieces of meat.

Wicks are inserted into these pieces of meat that wriggle from time to time, and the lights are golden yellow, as if these pieces of meat are ignited, and something invisible is also incinerated and destroyed, so that it finally turns into the appearance of pork belly.

But Wu Mourning knew.

This thing can be dangerous.

Even if there is no danger, it is trying to do something, as evidenced by the 5 points of gray seeding. Following the route of a huizi, Wu Mourning soon discovered the special connection between the lamp stand and the beams and columns. The oily stuff on the beams and pillars, blackened by the lamp, is so thick and dense that it looks like the festering skin of a severely ill skin patient, silently affecting the sense of space up and down.

The silver wheel in Wu Mourning's eyes began to spin, and at a certain moment he took that step decisively.

The next second.

The world is spinning!

After waiting for the world in his eyes to stabilize, Wu Mourning's expression couldn't help but freeze, and the picture scroll presented in front of him could be said to be both sacred and curious, with an incomparable sense of weirdness.

A huge Buddha statue sitting at the end of a row of lampstands in the side hall.

It is about three stories tall and is fat and huge. Under the reflection of the golden lights, the treasure chest is particularly solemn, and at first glance, I thought it was the golden body of the Great Ri Rulai.

But that's not the point, the real point is.

This Buddha statue is alive.

Its facial features, eyes, nose, mouth, ears and tongue are completely misplaced and messy on the head, making it look particularly terrifying and weird, and it brings a sacred horror for no reason! Beneath the Buddha-like stone shell of the flesh are pieces of white flesh that wriggle like maggots, scrambling to emerge from the shatters of the shell!

Its eyes moved flexibly, and it was watching the four monks below working hard, using the ring knife to continuously cut off the fat and oily flesh on its body, and neatly placing it aside. The oil on the floor has been cemented layer after layer, and in some places it has coalesced into a creamy form.

It's such a monster that's still alive.

But the Buddha rhyme is strong.

In the face of the act of cutting flesh with a knife, there was no dissuasion, but the misplaced eyes revealed a creepy compassion. With the tributes and incense placed on the table in front of it, it really made Wu Mourning numb, and he could be regarded as seeing how terrifying the picture would be if he became a demon.

Bones!

The two eyeballs on the forehead and cheeks, one horizontal and one vertical, suddenly turned violently, staring at the space where Wu Mourning was.

Wu Mourning, who was still in a state of stealth, was immediately on alert.

The qi and blood strength of the whole body has been mobilized, and the true power of martial arts can explode at any time, although there are no seven stars today, but Tai'a is enough. This strange flesh Buddha stared at Wu Mourning deadly, but there was no abnormality, it looked at Wu Mourning like this, as if it had broken through the camouflage on his body and met his gaze, and a pair of compassionate eyes gradually flashed with human sorrow.

It seems to convey something.

Then a line of blood and tears slowly flowed out of the part where the eye was, and soon the touch of humanity disappeared completely.

This obvious abnormality suddenly made the arhats working below panic, and they stopped cutting the flesh and discussed whether they wanted the two Buddha masters

And Wu Mourning, who was in a trance, seemed to see a monk with a blurred face, clasping his hands together and begging in front of him.

"Amitabha, please ask the donor to kill the old man."

Before Wu Mourning could ask anything, the illusion was shattered in an instant, and there was no monk with a vague face in front of him, only where the Buddha statue that looked sacred and terrifying was sitting, and its gaze was no longer focused on Wu Mourning's body, but it was turning around strangely and quickly.

At this moment, Wu Mourning's mind was still running like lightning.

The next second, he turned and left the place.

The four sturdy Qizang warriors were sweating profusely in a hurry, and this flesh Buddha suddenly had this kind of abnormal change, and they didn't know what to do. Only the two Buddha masters knew the inside story, but the five of them were captured and forcibly fed three pure meat, and without the order of the Buddha master, they did not dare to disobey the order and leave this Zen temple.

This flesh body Buddha is very important, and it is also the key to determining whether they can successfully join the sect in the future, and it is precisely because of this factor that they can endure the mental pressure, and keep cutting flesh from this body Buddha little by little.

Now something goes wrong.

Everyone panicked for a while, and it happened that the two Buddha masters were not there, so they didn't know what to do.

"Bold and wicked! Inside the Buddha's gate, there is dirt and dirt! ”

"How ugly!"

"It's sure to force me to go on a killing spree! Kill!!! Sleeping with the enemy! Kill!! ”

Suddenly, there was a bang! I saw a figure flying upside down and vomiting blood and being killed and rolled to the feet of the four warriors, but it was one of the five Arhats!

A big cut was made in the throat of the Buddha Zhu Arhat, the plasma sprayed non-stop, the whole person was lying on all fours, and his chest was even more sunken, and he couldn't survive when he saw it. Even if it is the vitality of the Qizang martial artist, in the face of this kind of injury, it can only make death come slower and more painful, unless there are immortals present, otherwise it will not be able to save life.

Wu Mourning, who was holding Tai'a in his left hand, slowly walked out of the dark shadows step by step.

The face is solemn and the expression is fierce!

The moon-white silk robe on his body was dyed with a dazzling bright red, his body was like a holy statue stepping on the ground and there was a roaring sound, and the real armor of Ying Long around him was more bright red than blood, and the whole person was like a killing god who came out of the battlefield.

The silver light in his eyes flashed, as if there was thunder about to shoot out from it, with the incomparable spirit of deterring demons!

"I am Wu Xinzhuo, the captain of Su Wutang's embroidered clothes! You are on your knees and begging for mercy, and you will spare your dog's life! Otherwise, die!! ”

The strong wind brought by the surging of qi and blood blew the lights all over the hall and shook wildly.

The manly man who stands up to the sky, standing in this place of filth and dirt at the moment, is upright and violent, and actually gives people the illusion that it is even more magnificent and tall than the strange Buddha statue.

One of the four Qizang martial artists turned out to be weak in both legs, and the six gods knelt down directly.

"Hurry ......"

One of the Qizang warriors was about to call out to his companions to resist, but the martial mourning who opened the divine gate only left an afterimage in his eyes, and the next moment he was already like a winged tiger pounced in front of them, and then stomped on the most unpretentious feet, Tai'a secretly tore through the air and stabbed out!

Boom!!!

With one heavy foot on the floor, the four of them were all shaking, and the power of the terrifying golden body of the holy icon was about twenty times that of a normal Enlightenment Triple Martial Artist in terms of pure strength!

This kick, twenty times the brute force!

Stepping on the floor of the side hall makes it feel like a bomb has fallen. The small-caliber bullets of finely fragmented masonry that could not be seen in a few steps turned into a torrential rain and shot in all directions, enveloping Wu Mourning himself.

The exaggerated power directly caused the land to crack and swell like a tidal wave.

Even more exaggerated is the speed of the murderer!

When all the Qizang warriors were shocked by this strange force, and they were about to muster up their qi and blood to fight back, one hand had already pierced out of the smoke and dust, as if a giant python had poked out, and bit directly on the head of the original shouter, and five fingers were deeply embedded in the skull.

Have you ever seen Dark Hell Bliss?

The first bird experienced it once.

Wu Mian grabbed this his head, and in the blink of an eye, he had already thrown it back and forth on the ground six or seven times, and his neck directly became twisted, and then he threw it high, and then Shenmen Jin pulled it down suddenly!

Top elbow!

The crisp sound of bones shattering came from the back of the heart of the Kaizang warrior who was instantly connected to death, and his confused eyes flashed with dying disbelief at this time, that is, he directly lost his light.

In his dead dark eyes.

It clearly reflected the figures of the two throats spurting blood crazily, and the strength of the other two Qizang warriors was even worse, and it was estimated that the real skills were not complete, and they were easily opened by Wu Mourning with Tai'a A carotid artery blood opening.

The cold blade pierced directly into the body for three points, opening a big hole along the line of the carotid artery, and the blood that shot out was not a blood mist, but an exaggerated column of blood!

The soldiers entered the body, destroying the muscles and destroying the flesh.

Along with your true power, etc., are all destroyed.

No matter how strong the qi and blood are, they can't exert more power.

It's just that the two of them couldn't even come up with the means to fight back, and the Qizang supernatural power was not activated, so it was easily solved like the human twist in Wu Mourning's hands. The so-called Qizang warrior has broken the limits of the human body, and in the face of overwhelming strength and speed, he is also so fragile that he is no different from a paper man.

Along the way, there is a martial mourning with an evil fire.

The shot was ruthless, ruthless and direct, and directly let the five arhats of White Buddhism die, and only one was left.

This one is still lucky, kneeling on the ground, muttering the words of the king, spare my life, I am forced to wait for intermittent words.

And the flesh body of the Buddha who cracked and exposed the snow-white greasy flesh, his eyes were still full of terrifying compassion and pity, watching Wu Mourn kill the three warriors who cut his own flesh in an instant, he was still indifferent, as if a real stone statue was sitting there.

(End of chapter)