Song Zhong's voice suddenly sounded above the palace: "Boy, since you insist on going against the old man, then let's have a good taste of the power of this blood slaughter......!"

Zhao Sidong looked around vigilantly, thinking about his current situation in his mind.

Futu is originally a Buddhist term, mostly referring to the meaning of Buddha, and also used to refer to Buddhist practitioners - monks, and even can be understood as a stupa, in short, it is a polysemous word.

As the name suggests, the name of the Blood Buddha may refer to the blood-colored Buddha, the blood-colored monk, and may even refer to the blood-colored stupa - but no matter which meaning it is, it is not a good way!

In addition, what made Zhao Sidong a little incomprehensible was that Song Zhong was originally a Wudang lineage and belonged to Taoism, so how could he use such a strange magic weapon that was very involved with Buddhism?

The answer to this question may only be answered by Song Zhong himself.

At the moment, for Zhao Sidong, the most noteworthy question is how to escape from this strange palace!

Looking around, I saw that this palace was rectangular in shape, covering an extremely wide area, and I was afraid that it would not be the size of several acres. Looking up, the roof of the palace is more than three feet above the ground, and the whole palace looks extremely empty. What is surprising is that despite the size of this palace, there is no pillar in the middle to support it, and the view is very transparent, and you can read a 'novel' YBDU from any position to see everything in the palace. What is even more strange is that all the walls around the palace have no windows and no light sources, but the whole palace does not feel that it is impossible to see things because of this. Although the field of vision is full of a red hazy sheen similar to blood mist, it is still relatively clear to see things.

The position where Zhao Sidong stood was the middle of the palace, and at his feet were flat square stone slabs, each of which was almost four square meters. The slate appears very flat and light-recognizable.

More than two feet to his side was a half-high platform, connected to the ground by nine steps.

There is a black and red lotus platform on the platform, count carefully, there are eighty-one lotus petals, layer upon layer stretching out in all directions.

Other than that, there was nothing else in the palace as far as the eye could see.

"It seems that the way to get out should be on that lotus platform. Zhao Sidong thought to himself, observed it again and again, and found that there was indeed no other suspicious place, so he walked to the platform.

The true element of the whole body is mobilized, walking step by step, once there is a wind and grass, it can immediately react and take precautions.

Unexpectedly, along the way, there was nothing unusual about it, and it seemed that his worries were unnecessary.

However, he didn't dare to relax a little, after all, this was a different space, if nothing else, it should be in the inner space of the black parchment.

This also means that he is equivalent to fish on the chopping board, and he may be killed by the other party at any time!

However, there has been nothing abnormal so far, so he guessed that this Blood Floating Slaughter might be a relatively high-level magic weapon, and Song Zhong failed to completely grasp it because of cultivation or magic techniques, otherwise, why did he need to fight with himself for so long just now, and directly let the Blood Floating Slaughter collect himself, and give full play to the effect of the magic weapon to grind himself into blood.

In this way, until he came to the front of the steps, he carefully stepped on one foot, and there was no problem.

Step on the other foot and still have no problems.

The first step.

Two steps up.

3rd Staircase......

There was only the last ninth step left in front of him, Zhao Sidong took a deep breath, tightened the spear in his hand, and stepped up steadily.

Just as he stepped over the ninth step with both feet at the same time and landed on the platform, the mutation that he had been guarding against for a long time finally appeared!

Om......

Well......

This......

Trumpet......

Cat’s meow......

Bellow......

The lotus platform on the platform was fiercely red, and at the same time, the Sanskrit sound suddenly rose all around, as if there were countless Buddhas chanting scriptures, the sound was like a bell, and Zhao Sidong's eardrums were buzzing, and he was so shocked that he hurriedly transported the true yuan to seal his ears, which was a little better.

But even so, I still felt a tightness in my chest, and even a little nauseous.

After a while, the red light gradually faded, and a bald man covered in blood red appeared on the lotus platform.

I saw that he had good facial features, a handsome face, and although he didn't have a single hair, he was also extremely handsome. The man's upper body was exposed, and a string of Buddhist beads threaded together by a skull the size of a baby's fist hung around his neck. A wide strip of black cloth was wrapped around his waist, covering the vital parts of his lower body, and there was a crimson pattern on his legs, which looked like a lotus flower.

"This is ......" Zhao Sidong's heart was shocked, he immediately recognized the origin of this man who mysteriously appeared on the lotus platform, and immediately understood what was going on with this blood floating massacre.

But said that in his previous life in the fairy world, he had sat down with several Buddhist powers, and had seen a different branch of the Buddhist family, called the Netherworld Buddha, and the opposite of the Buddhism, the Netherworld Buddha took pleasure in killing, but because the demonic barrier in his heart had not been broken, and as a result, he had been transformed by the Buddhist cultivators who had gone mad and became demons, and had always been classified as a demon by the fairy world.

And this Blood Floating Slaughter is the magic weapon refined by the Netherworld Buddha.

The man with his upper body naked on the lotus platform was a Netherworld Buddha - of course, not the real Netherworld Buddha, otherwise Zhao Sidong would only kneel and lick it.

The Netherworld Buddha in front of him should be a cultivator who has been refined into a puppet by the real Netherworld Buddha, and it is very likely that he must be defeated before he can leave the world of the Blood Floating Slaughter.

Now it depends on what kind of strength this town hall puppet is.

If it is a full state of the town hall puppet, Zhao Sidong can only kneel and lick it, because the complete state of the blood floating slaughter belongs to the magic weapon, then the town hall puppet should be at the level of an immortal or above. Not to mention that he is only congenital now, even if he is already a great consummation of the Dao, he can't beat the immortals.

However, since this Blood Floating Slaughter can be preliminarily refined by Song Zhong, who has built the foundation of the sevenfold, it means that it is in an incomplete state, and it is very likely that it has been hit hard, so the grade has also fallen from the magic weapon to the magic weapon, and in this way, the grade of the town hall puppet will also fall accordingly, and it is estimated that it should be in the refining period to the qi transformation period. No matter how high it is, it should be impossible for Song Zhong to refine the Blood Floating Slaughter.

Holding the spear in his hand tightly, Zhao Sidong cautiously looked at the puppet in the town hall, this is a away game for him, and the time, place and people are not on his side, so there can be no negligence.

The eyes of the town hall puppet were originally closed, but they had quietly opened at some point, and the moment he opened his eyes, an invisible ripple spread rapidly around his body.

"Damn, it's actually this trick!" Zhao Sidong was shocked, the spear in his hand was a little harder on the platform, and his body had bounced upward, narrowly avoiding this ripple.

In his previous life, in the fairy world, he had heard the power of the Buddha world mention that this was a magical power of the Buddhist family, called the 'Heavenly Dance Treasure Wheel'.

The Sky Dance Wheel can deprive the opponent of the five senses and make the opponent fall into an absolutely closed environment.

Once hit by the Heavenly Dance Treasure Wheel, except for a few powers, there are few immortals who can resist the power of this move, the light ones have their five senses damaged, and the heavy ones may even be completely closed off by the five senses, falling into a state where they can't see, hear, smell, taste, or touch.

In his previous life, Zhao Sidong, as the top Immortal Heavenly Venerable, was naturally not afraid of this Heavenly Dance Treasure Wheel, even if he stood still and let it boom, he couldn't help it.

But for now...... Even if he was rubbed by the edge of the Sky Dance Treasure Wheel, he could only obediently be completely closed to his five senses and become a humanoid wooden stake!

There was no time to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, Zhao Sidong was in the air, with a force on his waist, his body flew forward, and the spear in his hand stabbed out, not asking for this shot to make a contribution, as long as it could stop the next attack of the town hall puppet, it would be considered a success.

Because he knew that for the Buddha, the Heavenly Dance Treasure Wheel was just an appetizer, and there were still eighteen hells, six reincarnations and other big meals waiting for him. With his current cultivation, just bumping into it casually is enough for him to not be able to eat and walk around!

In the face of the shot he stabbed in the air, a faint smile appeared on the puppet face of the town hall, and his right hand was slowly stretched out, in the shape of a flower, as if it was slowly moving towards the tip of the spear that flashed with cold light.

How dare Zhao Sidong let him grab the tip of the gun, lean the body of the gun to his waist, twist the waist, the whole body spun like a spinning top, and the spear on his waist was even more cold, if he touched it, he would be injured, and if he touched it, he would die!

The town hall puppet smiled slightly, withdrew his right hand and made a seal knot in front of him, and shouted in his mouth: "Om!"

A white shield of light rose from top of him, blocking the spiraling tip of the spear in time. The spear tip and the mask triggered a screeching sound, and sparks flew everywhere, but they couldn't break through the shield's defenses.

This is the Om mantra in the six-character mantra of Buddhism, which represents the three bodies of Dharma, retribution, and incarnation, that is, the three vajra - body vajra, speech vajra, and meaning vajra. The white light shield is the vajra shield that it exerts, which can resist all external evil invasions.

Zhao Sidong saw that he couldn't attack, so he immediately chose to give up, and the bullet body was ready to retreat, re-observing the opponent's weaknesses before attacking.

Unexpectedly, the puppet of the town hall raised his hand again and shouted, "Huh!"

A blue light shot out from his fingertips and headed straight for Zhao Sidong.

Fortunately, Zhao Sidong never relaxed his vigilance, and with a spin of the spear in his hand, he accurately smashed Lan Mang, but he was also shocked by the force and fell backwards.

With this force, Zhao Sidong put the spear in his hand on the platform a little, accelerated the speed of retreat, and after withdrawing a distance, his body sank downward, and a blue light slashed over his head.

This mantra represents the vajra mind, and is often recited by practitioners to pray for fulfillment, while the town hall puppet uses its attack ability - those who hold this mantra can advance and retreat from their hearts.

So, Zhao Sidong was devastated to find that he seemed to have become a player in an online game to find the boss, but unlike the game, he should have taken the initiative to fly a kite, but he was flown a kite by the boss - the puppet of the town hall relied on a mantra with one hand, and it was a direct long-distance attack, not giving him a chance to get close at all, how do you say this boss should be fought?

After dodging for a while, Zhao Sidong was also annoyed.

Although it is said that after being reincarnated, he will become a mortal, and he will not have the profound immortal power cultivation in his previous life, but he can't be pressed like this by a puppet in the town hall!

"Looks like I'm going to be forced to use that thing!"

After dodging a blue light again, Zhao Sidong gritted his teeth and turned over and threw the spear in his hand at the town hall puppet, the spear cut through the space and flew towards the head of the town hall puppet, and in the blink of an eye, it stabbed the white body King Kong shield.

The spear spun on its own, the tip of the spear spinning like a drill on the shield, spinning and spinning, trying to break through the shield.

Whew-blah-blah-

The shield began to shake violently, as if it would be broken in the next moment.

However, the town puppet only raised its hand, forming a seal knot again, and the shield became stable again.

Faced with this scene, Zhao Sidong was not disappointed, but touched an object he had just taken out and smiled: "Now the deity looks at how you die!"