Chapter 112: A Choice in the Face of Life and Death
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The sound of a restless barking dog came from under the ground.
Monk Daozhen knew that it was not an auditory hallucination, but a real voice.
It was a raccoon dog, an ancient beast with a body like a pig, feet like chicken feet, and a voice like a dog.
It stands to reason that this alien beast should no longer exist in the world since the flood era, so where did this raccoon power come from now?
Monk Daozhen didn't know.
But the reason for his pale face was not that, but the students who ran out in panic not far away because they thought of the earthquake.
Wang Yihuai is also inside.
Unlike the panicked students around her, Wang Yihuai, who was dressed in white, had a calm face, and was almost pulled out of the dormitory building by her female companion.
Wang Yihuai shook her head, quite helpless at the panic of her female companion.
She still had a book in her hand, and when she saw the students around her crowded, she stepped out of the crowd, sat down on a chair under a large tree, and read the book by the street lamp and the moonlight.
Looking down and flipping through the pages, Wang Yihuai, who was reading carefully, didn't notice that there was a slightly raised uneven ground at her feet.
That's where the shaking comes from.
The shaking became more and more pronounced, and the barking of dogs underground began to attract attention.
The students looked left and right in panic, looking for the source of the sound, but found nothing.
The sound of a ground crack suddenly rang out.
Countless clods of earth rose into the sky, and the broken cement blocks flew in all directions, hitting the crowd, causing a burst of screams of pain.
The place where Wang Yihuai was sitting before had completely disappeared, and he saw a huge beast like a giant tree salivating and barking wildly.
The sticky saliva dripping on the ground was also mixed with a large amount of blood.
After the beast barked, it stared down at a man and a woman not far in front of it, its eyes revealing greed and murder.
The man was half-kneeling on the ground, his back was blurred with blood, and his heavy yellow robe had been completely soaked with blood, it was the Daozhen monk.
Monk Daozhen bent his arms slightly, holding a woman in white, naturally Wang Yihuai.
"You...... Are you alright?" With the light, Wang Yihuai looked at Monk Daozhen's slightly frowning brows and asked with concern.
I don't know why, looking at the appearance of Monk Daozhen, Wang Yihuai felt that there was a knife in her heart cutting herself, and this heartache felt like she had never felt in her life.
"It's fine. Monk Daozhen smiled brightly, but his lips were very pale.
Wang Yihuai wrapped his arms around the back of the monk Daozhen, feeling that the monk's back was wet, thinking that it was sweat from fright.
She let go of her hands, only to find that the palms of her hands were full of blood.
Instead of screaming like an ordinary little girl, Wang Yihuai struggled out of the arms of Monk Daozhen, turned behind Monk Daozhen, saw the blurred flesh and blood behind him, and held back the tears that filled his eyes, Wang Yihuai immediately squatted down, wanting to carry Monk Daozhen to the hospital to stop the bleeding.
Daozhen Monk Chao Wang Yihuai smiled gently, and his bleeding back healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. He shook his head at the woman in white and said, "It's out of the way." ”
The tone was ordinary, very kind, as it had been hundreds of years ago.
Listening to the words of Monk Daozhen, a warm current flowed through Wang Yihuai's heart, and a strange feeling spread in her heart, as if this was the warmest word she had heard in more than 20 years, and she even had a strange idea that she was waiting for this sentence in this life.
Shaking her head vigorously, leaving behind the whimsical ideas in her mind, she looked at Monk Daozhen in a daze, and asked in disbelief, "Who are you?"
Monk Daozhen smiled slightly, resisted the urge to touch the top of the woman in white's head, staggered up straight, turned to look at the raccoon that was staring at him, and said indifferently: "I am a monk. ”
He could feel the loss of strength in his body after being seriously injured, and even the light emitted by the bowl was getting weaker and weaker, and the ghost outside the barrier seemed to see through the details of the Daozhen monk, and began to desperately impact the protective shield.
Only then did Wang Yihuai notice that there was such a terrifying monster not far in front of him.
In the face of this huge and ferocious raccoon force, the increasingly weakened Daozhen monk felt that he was no longer absolutely sure of victory.
"You're hiding behind my back. Monk Daozhen said.
The surrounding students had already fled in fright when the raccoon force appeared, and even Wang Yihuai's best friend was dragged away by someone, and only the two of them were left within a radius of dozens of meters.
He didn't let Wang Yihuai flee far away, because he didn't know if there would be more danger in other places on this campus.
The mountain-like raccoon force had a fierce glint in its eyes, and its fangs, sharper than the sword, opened and rushed towards the two of them.
"This time, I will protect you well, and as long as I live, I will never let you get hurt. Monk Daozhen promised in his heart.
A flat palm strikes out, facing the front paws of the raccoon force.
With a muffled bang, Tanuki took two steps back, and another wound was torn open on the back that Monk Daozhen had just healed.
Monk Daozhen's face was solemn, his injuries were even more serious than he imagined, not to mention killing the raccoon force, I am afraid that it would be very difficult to repel it.
The moonlight rippled among the trembling branches, and the shadows of the leaves on the ground swayed in a graceful dance.
Beads of sweat began to hang on Monk Daozhen's face.
Not because of pain or tiredness, but because of fear.
At this time, there is no wind or rain in the sky, and there is only one reason why the branches are shaking and the leaves are dancing, and that is that there is still a raccoon dog lurking under the ground!
But he had a hard time dealing with a raccoon dog, and what would he do if he had another one?
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What should I do?
Song Qiu, like Monk Daozhen, faced the same problem.
Erlang God said to kill, but the two of them on his side, Song Qiu himself is just an immortal cultivator who has just begun to cultivate, and Erlang God can't use immortal power, and there shouldn't be much difference from an ordinary martial artist, if you want to kill this group of immortal cultivators who have cultivated to a high level, how difficult is this?
"When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins. Erlang God suddenly said with a serious expression.
Song Qiu understood that this was comforting himself.
That's right, in such a situation, it seems that there is no other way than to work hard without scruples.
The whip in his hand was like a falling meteor trajectory, smashing towards the Taoists.
The Divine Whip swept towards the crowd with a majesty that Song Qiu had never imagined.
The Taoists dodged in a panic, and the whip of the gods swung out a burst of energy, and fell to the ground, and the ground of the bluestone slab exploded instantly, as if a real meteor fell to the ground.
Song Qiu looked at the straight whip in his hand with a slight expression, and then looked at the devastated ground, and thought blankly in his heart, could this really be smashed by me?