"Sure enough."

Jiang Qi squinted at the strange scene in front of him.

The blood had stained the girl's entire body red, but even so, a steady stream of blood was still flowing from the girl's neck.

Even a section of the creek beneath the girl's feet had been dyed red, and after coming into contact with the ice, it solidified into dull red-black ice crystals.

"Amitabha."

I don't know when, a skull emerged from a pool of blood, the skull was bloodshot, and it was obviously a hollow eye socket, but Jiang Qi saw a sense of compassion in it.

"See you again, donor."

The skull looked at the pale figure not far away, although he had changed his mask, but the unforgettable powerful qi was something that Yang Lian Zhenjia would never forget no matter what.

His skull should be much better than that of the emperor of the Song Dynasty, and I don't know how wonderful it would be to drink wine.

Yang Lian Zhenjia thought silently, if it weren't for the lack of a tongue, he would have started licking his lips now.

"Sure enough, it's you."

Jiang Qi was not surprised at all, the skull in front of him was Yang Lian Zhenjia, the demon monk of the Yuan Dynasty.

At the same time, it is also the spokesperson of the mysterious ancient building of the moon, or to put it more easily understandable, "puppet".

As for the girl, Jiang Qi also got information in the divination of the Finger Mystic Method, it was the Clavicle Bodhisattva.

This is also why this girl can seamlessly become what she is now, because the clavicle bodhisattva is inherently phaseless, and without phase, it is omnipresent.

As for the golden light spell, it should be Yang Lian Zhenjia's pot.

During the Yuan Dynasty, Quan Zhen was in charge of the Daomen, Longhu Mountain was already in decline, and Yang Lian Zhenjia was originally operating in the south, so it was not difficult to get the golden light spell of Longhu Mountain.

But the question is, how did Yang Lian Zhenjia do it?

The clavicle bodhisattva itself is just an image that acts on instinct, and it stands to reason that it should not even be a physical entity.

But Fang Cai's vivid and vivid scenes that are no different from human beings, and even soaring acting skills, are not something that an image that relies on instinct can do.

If you want to say that Yang Lian Zhenjia didn't make trouble, Jiang Qi didn't believe it.

However, this can also explain why Yang Lian Zhenjia made up a script full of loopholes, which does not fit the character of a scheming demon monk at all.

These two guys should have been put into Kyushu by the ancient building recently.

Therefore, the understanding of all kinds of information is not very comprehensive, and I will not know that the noodle person is Jiang Qi.

Normal people don't think about it from this angle.

No matter how wise Yang Lian Zhenjia is, he is also a normal person.

That's why I came up with a first-class acting skill and an oolong with a third-rate script.

"The benefactor's disciples and the people around the donor's disciples are really a little beyond the expectations of the old man."

Yang Lian Zhenjia shook his skull head with a wry smile and said, "It should have been a layout that would not be questioned, but. Alas."

"Snort"

Just as Yang Lian Zhenjia shook his head and sighed, the bright sword light with thunder suddenly fell on the top of Yang Lian Zhenjia's head.

"Zheng"

However, Jiang Qi's knife had no effect, and the short knife buzzed and stuck on Yang Lian Zhenjia's skull.

"The donor is really anxious."

Yang Lian Zhenjia shook his head with a smile, with an indifferent smile in his voice, and said: "The revival of aura is not only benefiting people now. ”

"An old guy like a poor monk has also received some benefits."

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank that Ming Taizu, who not only cleared all the evil gods and obscene shrines in the Yuan Dynasty, but also the White Lotus Sect and so on."

"The grievances left by these evil people have been cleaned up by the Jinyi Guard, but the benefactor should have heard of it."

Yang Lian Zhenjia said, and the pool of blood under the skull suddenly rioted.

It was like boiling water, and countless blood was rushing, spreading ten miles in an instant!

It's like a small sea of blood!

"A hundred-legged worm, dead but not stiff!"

With Yang Lian Zhenjia's evil voice sounding, the sea of blood boiled more and more intensely, and even set off a blood-colored wave, swallowing Yang Lian Zhenjia's skull head into the sea of blood!

"Collapse!"

The short knife that was originally stuck on Yang Lian's Zhenjia Heavenly Spirit cover was bounced off and flew back into Jiang Qi's hands.

The next moment!

"Nan Wu!"

Accompanied by the poignant, evil, and treacherous Zen chanting, one after another resentment rose from the land of Kyushu and went straight into the sea of blood!

Jiang Qi narrowed his eyes, and the aura of those resentments was very weird.

The root is the qi of Buddhism, but it has been filthy and distorted, and the original bright and vast, good Buddhism true meaning has become a strange evil way!

During the Yuan Dynasty, beliefs in Kyushu were chaotic, and countless cults sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, wantonly bewitching the people and looting all the resources that could be scavenged.

Afterwards, you only need to give some filial piety to the nobles of the Yuan Dynasty, and you can sit back and relax.

As for the life and death of the people?

The nobles and cult leaders of the Yuan Dynasty didn't care, many times these two identities were the same person.

They don't care, but someone does.

This person's name is Zhu Yuanzhang.

After the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, the first thing Liu Bowen did was not to cut the dragon vein, but to cut down the mountain and destroy the temple!

All the land of Kyushu, all evil gods and obscene shrines, once discovered, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and not a single one will be left!

It's a pity that in response to Yang Lian Zhenjia's words, the hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen.

Zhu Yuanzhang's cleaning up the cult is no different from cleaning up the insects, but Zhu Yuanzhang forgot that the insects will never be wiped out.

As long as there are people, people still have desires, and there is a dark side in their hearts.

Then, the evil path will never be extinguished, but only the size of the scope of influence.

Especially after the revival of the aura, people are at a loss for what to do, giving the cult the best soil.

The resentments that Yang Lian Zhenjia gathered at this moment are those cult resentments that have risen after the revival of the aura!

Countless resentments gathered together, coupled with the strange sea of blood, together create a strange existence.

It all happened slowly, but it really happened in a split second.

The entire sea of blood had come back together, forming a huge, heavy blood cocoon.

The blood cocoon is 100 meters high, and the whole is disgusting black-red, sticky, and weird.

Jiang Qi's spiritual sense told him that something was being conceived within the blood cocoon.

"Zheng!"

The terrible sword light was ten feet long, and it slashed on the blood cocoon.

The sword flashed, slicing the blood cocoon in two, but the next moment it was back to normal.

"Whoosh!"

At this time, three figures came from a distance, it was the fifth grandmother and Hu Xiao and Liu Shiqian.

"The other two cubs are evacuating the creatures of Changbai Mountain, Zhang Yatou has also been sent out by the old body, and the people from the Mystery Bureau are coming."

After the fifth grandmother landed, she didn't say a word of nonsense, and after saying that, she looked at the blood cocoon, and her expression had a momentary memory.

"The old man has seen this thing."

"You say."

Jiang Qi looked at the fifth grandmother, there was no need to hide her identity in front of these three, after all, she had known it for a long time.

With that slash just now, Jiang Qi only felt that he had not found anything, as if the blood cocoon itself was not in this space.

"This is the White Lotus Sect's method of breeding evil gods."

The fifth grandmother looked at the blood cocoon and sneered: "Your Majesty has been cleaning for ten years, but I didn't expect that there would be any remnants. ”

Jiang Qi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, but he didn't speak, waiting for the fifth grandmother's next step.

"This evil god has a name, call it"

"Flesh and Bone Old Buddha!"

(End of chapter)