Several lamas are in the Qi refining period, and they are only one or two layers, and for Song Heqing, they are no different from mortals.

As for the so-called binding magic weapon, it is even more funny, and he can get rid of it with a single thought.

He wanted to see what kind of medicine these people were selling in their gourds.

The "weak" Song Heqing was pushed into a small dark room.

It was full of young and beautiful boys and girls.

Seeing the newcomer coming, they were slightly amazed for a moment, and then their eyes returned to dead silence.

Song Heqing consciously found a place to sit down, and a young man next to him was curious, so he leaned over and asked him:

"This brother, judging by your appearance, you are not a local, how could you be caught here."

"I traveled so far, and I was caught by these lamas for some reason."

The boy nodded:

"I see, and I don't know where we're going."

Song Heqing could see at a glance that the young man in front of him was a monk, and his cultivation was much stronger than those lamas, about the appearance of the ninth layer of qi refining.

The true yuan on his body is upright, and he should be a disciple of the Daomen.

I just don't know what he's here for.

It wasn't long before the group of them was pushed by the lama and put into a carriage.

The horses pulling the cart were still spirit beasts, and when Song Heqing just approached, the horses were so frightened that they began to move.

"Appeal ......"

"What?"

"The horses were suddenly frightened."

"Leave it alone, hurry up, lest the elders punish you."

Song Heqing and the others were still swaying and arrived at their destination.

When you get off the bus, you will be greeted by a large temple.

The building is majestic and magnificent, and there is an endless stream of lamas coming and going.

Song Heqing and the others were brought in, and they arrived at their destination.

"Amitabha, elder, people have been brought."

"Alright, you can step aside."

This is a remote part of the monastery, and the lama who brought them here obeyed the instructions and turned around and left.

Even the pace was faster than when it came, as if there was some flood beast in the room.

"Squeak~"

The door opened automatically, revealing a scene of incense burning inside, and a lama sitting with his back to them.

Song Heqing found that the young man next to him was trembling.

Sure enough, the back moved.

Disappear in place.

When he reappeared, he had already pinched the boy's neck.

This is an old lama, or a skeleton.

His face was completely fleshless, as if a layer of skin had been wrapped around white bones.

The two eyes are bulging, dull, and staring for a long time makes people's hearts hairy.

His cultivation is in the Jindan period, and in Song Heqing's opinion, the breath is wrong.

A hoarse voice sounded, as if phlegm was blocked in the throat:

"A little mouse, and it's from Baiyunguan?"

The young man knew that he would not escape death, so he directly broke the jar and scolded:

"The master is from Baiyunguan, you are a demon, you practice evil arts, and kill living beings, sooner or later you will be retributed!"

"Hehehehe...... A little hairy child in the Qi refining period dares to come to me alone, and he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. ”

"My master will definitely avenge me."

The lama dragged him into the house, and the boy did not even have the slightest ability to resist:

"Don't worry about your master, how dare he come to my tantric sect to make trouble in the Jindan period, the kid in the foundation building period before is also from Baiyunguan."

Hearing this, the boy struggled:

"What did you do to my senior brother?"

"Hehehe...... What's the matter, naturally he was dismantled and made into a magic weapon. Recently, there is a Dharma bowl, so use your head. ”

At this time, Song Heqing suddenly interjected:

"Why didn't the master tell me if he wanted a Dharma bowl?"

The lama stopped, turned around, and then looked at Song Heqing.

There was a sudden lewd light in his eyes:

"It's a pity it's a man, but ...... The poor monk has never made a man's flesh lotus. ”

9527: "Host, what is the Flesh Lotus?" ”

"Children don't ask less."

The lama abruptly lowered the boy, and he was thrown to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The old lama walked up to Song Heqing with an obsessive expression, his eyes carefully delineating his eyebrows, eyes and facial features.

"Your skin is so beautiful, it's really a sin, the poor monk will definitely peel it off and concoct it well."

"Gurgling ......"

The old lama's expression changed:

"What's the sound?"

Song Heqing looked down at his stomach and said:

"It's the sound of hunger in my belly, and I haven't eaten for a long time."

It's a bit of a funny scene.

The old lama has seen crying, shouting, running, making trouble, and flowing feces and urine together.

It's the first time I've seen this kind of person who is still hungry before he dies.

He subconsciously asked:

"How much?"

"Five hundred years!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Heqing suddenly opened his mouth wide and swallowed the old lama directly.

The other party didn't even have time to react, and it became Song Heqing's food.

The transformation period digests a golden pill period without any pressure.

9527: "Host, don't eat all the mess!" ”

Everyone present was stunned.

"Yokai ......"

Song Heqing looked around, and the vertical pupils that appeared frightened them into silence.

Seeing this, the young man looked at him blankly, Song Heqing did not stop, turned around and opened the door, and walked out.

Looking at the huge tantric temple, Song Heqing licked his lips, and a strange green light flashed in his vertical pupils:

"I'm hungry."

This time, he has the innate ability to look at qi, and he can clearly see the bloody power of each monk.

The temple was full of walking blood food, which was enough to replenish his consumption in the formation.

Transformed into a snow-white python in an instant, shuttling through the temple.

The iniquity of his eyes is swallowed up in his belly.

Soon, a huge movement attracted the masters in the temple.

"Where is the demon snake, dare to make trouble in my tantric sect!"

These are all masters of the Jindan period, and they are basically the backbone of a sect.

There were about forty dozen people.

It is a large force, after all, it is one of the Seven Buddha Gates of Xizhou.

Song Heqing found that more or less these people have evil power.

It may have something to do with their way of cultivating.

Very good, then you don't have to be picky, just eat.

These Jindan stage masters found that no matter how much they used their housekeeping skills, they couldn't hurt this white python in the slightest.

Not even a single scale has fallen off.

Gradually, more and more masters of the Jindan period died in the belly of the snake.

The living people are also beginning to retreat:

What a monster this is!

I obviously can't detect the demonic energy, but it's so strong.

Just when Song Heqing was carrying out the CD activity, three Yuanying monks finally came.

They should be the supreme combat power of Tantra.

The level of this world is Qi refining, foundation building, Jin Dan, Yuan Ying, and then the highest is the Transformation God.

Buddhism is the least overall deity.

Therefore, there should be no avatar monks in this house.

The three yuan babies knew that they had encountered hard stubble today, and they would be destroyed if they didn't do it.

So he spoke:

"This fellow Daoist, I don't know why you are embarrassed by my Tantra?"

Song Heqing didn't even think about it:

"I'm hungry."

The three primordial babies looked at each other, what is the reason for this?

Song Heqing smiled, and the long snake letter spit out:

"It was all appetizers just now, and now it's a three-course meal."

The faces of the three turned dark:

"Okay, you are a demon, you speak wildly, and I will let you go to the Buddha to repent today!"

They took out the magic weapon, and surrounded it with great momentum.