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Chapter 6: Blood Babies

The hand that crawled out of the crack in the abdomen of the cloth-clothed female corpse had delicate and smooth skin like a newborn baby, but the color of the skin was blood-red throughout, and from a distance, it seemed to be dripping blood from under the skin, which made people's hearts tremble involuntarily.

The crack in the woman's abdomen suddenly expanded, a green light flashed, and the other arm in the abdomen also stretched out, but this arm was completely different from the one that broke out first.

The whole hand is black and green, and the skin on the arm is wrinkled, showing its old age everywhere, and I don't know how long it has struggled in the endless years.

Mo Ran half-opened his mouth, staring blankly at the strange scene in front of him, the strange things he encountered today were stranger than all the adventures he had encountered before, and he once again reminded himself that he must cultivate hard in order to no longer be afraid of these strange things.

Mo Ran secretly made up his mind, and when he turned his head to look at the crazy old man in the corner of the wall, he found that this old man, who had always been crazy, suddenly turned pale as ash, and there was a faint hint of surprise, a trace of doubt and a little bit of inexplicable fanaticism

The two little hands, one red and one green, tightly grasped the remnants of the skin on both sides of the crack, and with a strong support, crawled out of the belly of the cloth-clothed female corpse with his whole body, showing his thin body covered in blood-colored filth in front of Mo Ran, the crazy old man, and the young monk.

It was a man about the size of a child of six or seven years old, with his legs bent and crouching tightly in front of him, and a blood-red and slippery hand still clutched the torn belly of a cloth-clothed woman's corpse. The other black-green withered hand held the "corpse bell" in the air in front of his chest.

His body was thin, but his head was very large, like two diametrically opposed hands, his face was also separated from the middle, half of his face was blood-red and tender, smooth and round, one eye was clear and bright like a newborn baby, the corners of his mouth were slightly open, like a baby, smiling at the three people in the courtyard, the other half of his face was full of wrinkles, there was a faint black-green viscous flow under the dry skin, his old eyes were narrowly squinted, as if he was enduring some kind of pain, and the cracked corners of his mouth were bitten together, slightly oozing a little black and green mucus.

The young monk was fascinated and shocked.

How could there be such a strange-looking person in the world, it was a miracle for the ages!

"Ahh

The strange demon let out a wail, as if it was in pain, trembling violently, and the legs curled up in front of him were almost embedded in his body.

"Ah——!h

The demon let out a long roar, and with a hard push, his tightly curled legs suddenly stretched out, as if he hadn't stretched his body like this for many years.

That howl was mixed with the countless severe pain that this demon wanted to endure desperately but couldn't bear it at all, wanted to be desperately strong but couldn't be strong at all, and wanted to desperately suppress the wailing but couldn't control it at all, only made him worse than dead.

Mo Ran listened to this wail in his heart, even if he hated its disgusting witchcraft and the practice of killing him completely, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of compassion, and he didn't know how much pain he had endured before he cultivated into the ghost he is now.

Seeing that this demon who came out of his belly had cultivated into a child-sized body, the crazy old man worried: "This demon's pregnancy technique, I'm afraid it has reached its peak, could it be his ......?"

When the young monk heard this, he looked at the crazy old man in surprise, as if he didn't expect this old man to have such insight, and he didn't ask who the old man was talking about, but turned his head to the air and said, "Demon! This cultivation method is so painful and weird, why do you have to persist and hurt yourself so much? Or let it go as soon as possible——"

"Furfur ......"

The strange demon interrupted the young monk's words, and laughed wildly: "The pain in this world is not only this small kind, I have endured all kinds of pain in the world, how do you know that I am suffering by cultivating this divine art?

I saw the green light flashing in the demon's black-green hand, and the black-green viscosity was injected into the "corpse bell" in his hand, and the "corpse bell" suddenly burst red, mixed with black and green slime to send out countless red and green dots, floating around the night sky, and condensed into a huge blood-colored bell in the air in a moment.

"Thief, death!"

The strange demon broke off and saw that the blood-green bell was constantly swaying in the air, emitting a circle of red light, and the blood-green bell formed by this strange light was the same as the bell jar formed by the young monk's golden wheel, which quickly became larger, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the same size as the golden light bell that enveloped Yizhuang.

The young monk no longer dared to underestimate this strange demon, quickly folded his hands, chanted loudly, and with the sound of the Buddha's mantra, the golden bell shrouded in Yizhuang suddenly Buddha's voice sang, from small to large, instantly resounding through the world.

This Sanskrit sound continued to add the golden light bell jar, reinforcing the thickness of the bell jar, exuding endless slaughter, only to make the zombie group that had been hitting the bell jar in turn scattered in terror.

"Godkiller?"

The strange demon hanging high in the air muttered, and then became inexplicably excited, and said happily: "I am not very old, but I can cast such a profound demon subjugation spell, I am really a genius!

The ever-increasing blood-green light bells have already occupied half of the night sky, and although the golden light bell covering Yizhuang is as thick as a city wall, compared to this blood-green light bell that dominates the sky, it also looks small, and I don't know how long it can resist.

"Wake the bell, ring!"

"God-killing spell, kill!"

With the two broken drinks, the blood-green light bell of the sky shook violently, sending out an earth-shaking bell, shaking the entire earth, and the shocking force of the blood-red light bell shaking, like a meteor falling from the sky, pressed towards the entire Polar Night Town, Xiamen, all the houses in the Polar Night Town were shattered, and the cracked rubble roof tiles moved downward along with the ground.

After the dust flew, the huge earthquake force actually pressed down the surface of the ground more than a kilometer, only the Yizhuang shrouded by the golden light bell was intact, and the purple zombies who fled in all directions fell into the pit in terror, buried with countless rubble.

At the same time, the golden bell was urged by the young monk to shoot towards the demon in the sky at a terrifying speed. The killing intent exuded by the golden bell jar is fierce and domineering, and it really meets the gods and kills the gods. It turns out that the compassionate and merciful Buddha is even more fierce than the devil.

The next moment, the golden light Falun collided with the blood-green bell in the air.

"Boom!" This loud sound was like the anger of the thunder god nine heavens away, and Mo Ran's heart trembled, and he almost wanted to burst.

The gold and red collided, hitting a golden-red, black-green circle of light, a powerful anti-shock force, the young monk standing in the Yizhuang courtyard shook backwards, spurting blood, spewing out seven mouthfuls in a row, the young monk stood firm, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face.

The demon in the air was also shocked by the golden red aperture, and he only took a few steps back into the air before being suspended in the air again, and also looked at the young monk with admiring eyes,

The golden wheel, which had been shining with golden light, hung upside down and fell back to the young monk. The golden wheel was no longer shining, and there was a small crack at the edge. The young monk gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled faintly at Mo Ran, who was staring at him, signaled that it was okay, looked at the crack on the golden wheel, felt a slight pain in his heart, and then turned his eyes to the demon in the air.

"You demon, I'm afraid it took the essence and blood of millions of people to train such a powerful 'corpse bell', right?

The red and green demon in the air smiled and said, "Your magic weapons have been destroyed by me, what else do you use to subdue my demon?"

The young monk said angrily: "The little monk is fighting for the last breath today, and he will definitely eliminate you from the world, see the treasure!"

The young monk shouted, the moon-white robe on his body suddenly floated in the air, only to see him put his hands together, reciting Buddhist scriptures, the moon-white robe instantly flashed a layer of white light, faintly infinite telekinetic flow, the Buddha power emitted is not known how many times stronger than the golden wheel.

The demon in the air originally disdained the young monk's words, and thought to himself: Little bald donkey, what magic weapon can you come up with. When I looked back again, I saw that I was suspended behind the white robe of the empty moon, and I suddenly stared at the white robe of the moon in shock, and my forehead was faintly sweating.

It's him, it's really him, more than 200 years ago, he still doesn't let me go, and he chased here, but why did he become so young?

After taking a closer look, the strange demon twisted his eyebrows and shook his head left and right, and said secretly in his heart: No, this monk is clearly only in his early 20s, and he is definitely not the old guy, but why is this robe on him?

After making sure that the young monk was not the person he thought in his heart, the strange demon waved his hand and stopped: "Little monk, come slowly, come slowly, the old student has a question I want to ask you, if you can answer, the old monk will immediately surrender with both hands, let the little monk deal with you, what do you think?"

The young monk frowned, with his 20 years of cultivation, it was already difficult to sacrifice this Buddhist treasure, it was a method to break the net, and now this demon intends to back down, it is better to listen to what he wants to ask first, and he is making plans.

After making up his mind, the young monk stopped chanting and asked, "I don't know what you want to ask, you wicked?"

The strange demon in the air asked: "This robe in the hand of the little monk is the treasure of the Heavenly Danger Cliff Reincarnation Temple-'Pudu Robe'?"

The young monk was moved and replied: "It is the Pudu robe, this Buddhist treasure is the temple monk, Master Pudu's natal magic weapon, has been lost from the temple for more than two hundred years, I don't know where you know about this demon?"

"Sure enough, it's that strange treasure......" The strange demon muttered to himself, and then asked: "Dare to ask the little monk, why did this strange treasure be lost for a hundred years, how could it be on you, where did the old man Pudu go?"

The young monk hesitated slightly, and replied: "The Pudu Holy Monk is the little monk's inheritance teacher, in the 'War of the Dead' two hundred years ago, he was seriously injured in order to get rid of the demons of the Cold Ice Pavilion, and he has been meditating and cultivating in this temple for hundreds of years, and he passed away ten years ago and went to the Western Heaven Elysium, and the 'Pudu Robe' was also lost in the 'War of the Dead', and it was not until more than ten years ago that it was accidentally found by the little monk who traveled abroad. ”

The strange demon in the air was stunned in the air, muttering in his mouth: "He's dead! He's going to die......?"

After seeing the young monk with a puzzled face, he returned to his previous indifference, and sighed: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, in just two hundred years, the vicissitudes of the world, it is already a matter of right and wrong." Alas, alas!"

When the crazy old man heard the words of the strange demon, his heart suddenly understood, and he interjected: "Seeing that Your Excellency's 'Pregnancy Corpse Technique' has reached its peak, could it be the deputy pavilion master of the Cold Ice Pavilion who shocked the world two hundred years ago, the 'Blood Baby'?"

The strange demon was stunned and exclaimed: "I didn't expect that you, an old man, would recognize me, seeing that your knowledge and experience are unusual, I don't know which old man it is?"

The crazy old man snorted coldly and said, "You still don't know, the old man is just an unknown foot who has traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, and he also knows a little about the 'War of the Dead' more than two hundred years ago. Unexpectedly, the cult demon who was rumored to have been killed by the Pudu Holy Monk back then is still alive in the world, and his cultivation has improved to a higher level. ”

The strange demon known as the 'blood baby' seemed to be suspicious of the crazy old man's words, but he couldn't tell which old man this old man was, so he didn't pay attention to it at the moment, turned his head to look at the young monk, and asked: "You little monk, you are young, you have such a cultivation, it is really terrifying, little monk, what do you call it?"

The young monk was stunned when he heard this, he didn't know what tricks this demon had played, he was happy for a while, and lamented for a while, listening to the words of the lame old man, and learned that this demon was the old devil who survived in the 'War of the Dead', and it was better to be careful, so he replied respectfully at the moment: "Amitabha! The little monk is the sixty-seventh generation disciple of the Reincarnation Temple, and his Dharma name is Xuanse. ”

When the crazy old man heard the young monk's words, his face changed again, and he exclaimed: "The master is one of the four great monks of the Reincarnation Temple, Xuanse?

The young monk named Xuan Se shook his head and argued: "The little monk is just a traveling monk, and he can't afford the title of 'divine monk', and there are many young disciples in this temple who are higher than the little monks. ”

Mo Ran listened to the conversations of these masters, and the infinite yearning in his heart only hated his weak body, and he didn't know how many years it would take to reach their current state. Even if they worked hard to reach their current realm, at that time, the cultivation of these masters was afraid that they didn't know how many times higher than themselves. Hey, it's like this, you can't force it.

The blood baby hanging high in the air sighed: "That's it, that's it, today is the day when the old student breaks through, the cultivation is a further level, I should be happy, but I learned the news that the old man has died from the mouth of the little monk, the old man has feelings, and he has no intention of entanglement, little monk, you are a monk of the reincarnation temple, and if you continue to fight, I am afraid that you will lose both, and the three of you will leave quickly!"

When the crazy old man heard this, he was overjoyed, he finally escaped, and after leaving this ghost place, he must drink a few jars of wine to suppress the shock, no, he must drink several jars.

The young monk with the Dharma name Xuanse clasped his hands together and preached to the blood baby in the air: "In this case, I will leave later, and if he meets the donor again in the future, he will definitely be distinguished." The donor's evil art enters the body, and please cherish it yourself, so as not to ...... him in the future."

Before Xuan Se could finish speaking, the Blood Infant interrupted him again.

"You monk, you are verbose, how do you cultivate, take care of your, and if you don't leave, the old man will use magic to bury you here!"

Xuan Se hurriedly shut up, and said in his heart: If you fight with this old monster again, I am afraid that you will really be buried here for a long time, and it doesn't matter if your life is too much, life and death are detached, and you will reach Bliss as soon as possible. But this errand is to take the old and young out of this place safe and sound. At the moment, he was no longer entangled with the blood baby, and motioned to the crazy old man and Mo Ran to follow him, turned his head to the air and said: "Amitabha! ”

Mo Ran saw that the demon called "Blood Baby" was willing to let the three of them leave, gritted his teeth, and regardless of whether the Blood Infant agreed or not, he still resolutely carried the Qiankun coffin that had been suspended by his side behind him, glanced at the Blood Baby in the air, and saw that he had no intention of stopping him, so he immediately accelerated his pace and walked out of Yizhuang with the crazy old man and Xuan Se.

A golden light flashed outside the gate of Yizhuang, and the three of them quickly flew eastward, leaving this zombie town, which was no longer popular and exuded a foul smell of corpses everywhere.