This sea of blood, vast, endless, immortal, full of endless despair, like a large area of terrifying blood, squeezed into the eyes, and then, exuding a pungent fishy smell, with a kind of Mount Tai like the top of the arrogance, smashed down suddenly. net

Horror! Horror!

Under such circumstances, a terrifying despair burst out in the hearts of all people, and the blood in the blood boiled, vaguely echoing each other.

The three words of predatory and hoarse blood nerves are still echoing, but the more than 20 people who were shrouded, except for three of them, all of them had stiff bodies, as if they had encountered some terrifying picture, their faces were shocked, bloodless, and their mouths were wide open, but they couldn't even speak, and they trembled all over, like a plague chicken.

Among the people, the situation is more haode, there are only three people, one is Lifan, one is Moke, and one is Zhou Yushu.

"The emptiness of the Dharma is colorless, unreceiving, unsightly, unconsciousnessed, unenlightened, and even unenlightened, and even without old age, without death, without suffering and extinguishing the path, without wisdom and without gain. ”

Sitting on the temple floor at will, Lifan looked pained, as if he was struggling in pain, constantly chattering. He whispered these Buddha words, and he didn't know what was wonderful, and his face gradually showed a quiet color, and he calmed down.

Not far from the place, Moko chanted Amitabha Buddha in a low voice, the heart is like clear and unstained dust, pure as glass, not happy or sad, liberated.

His current practice of the Buddha's heart is much stronger than the ordinary Buddha cultivation in the realm of the Yuan Buddha, and he can sit peacefully under this terrifying spiritual crisis, just like an ancient Buddha, not afraid of life and death. In fact, the main reason why Moko was able to do this step was that he had vaguely stepped into the realm of almost sitting and forgetting once before, and the fetters in his soul had killed a lot.

Moreover, his Buddha's heart is transparent and firm at this moment, and he already has the idea of sacrificing his life to become benevolent, and this kind of great terror cannot really collapse his heart.

With a sweep in his eyes, Mo Ke was taken aback, only to see that among the people, except for Fan and Zhou Yushu, the rest were trembling, their faces were panicked, and there was a feeling that their hearts had fallen into hell and could not get out. Although the obsessive monk was also extremely powerful before, the dragon elephant Donkey Kong Buddha fist was extremely strong, and at this time it was also like a plague chicken.

And in this temple that turned into a sea of bones and blood, the dried corpse that originally claimed to be Master Fuxian opened his eyes at some point, blood burst out, and he was extremely cold, and the corners of his shriveled mouth licked, as if he was about to eat.

In a hurry, although Moko's heart was like a King Kong, he still felt in a trance, and the monstrous blood waves kept beating him, and he wanted to smash himself down and drown in the sea of blood.

He took a deep breath, and then, suddenly, he shouted, "Patience is as immobile as the earth, and meditation is as deep as a secret." ”

"Buzz"

Moko's shouting shook everywhere, and that Buddha language contained an inexplicable Buddha nature, and all the people who were struggling were slightly chilled in their hearts, and their faces softened a little, as if a sweet spring energy was injected into their hearts.

"Brush!"

The corpse suddenly turned its head and stared at Moko, and at the same time, there was a strange fluctuation all around it, which perfectly matched with the mysterious aura.

In an instant, Moko felt that in the monstrous sea of blood, a pair of ferocious, hideous and terrifying eyes suddenly stared at him.

What kind of eyes are they?

Confused, fierce, blood-red, as if there was a bloody hell flowing in his eyes, he could see that people were cold all over his body, and his whole body fell into a bloody hell, and his mouth and nose were all bloody. Moko's face showed a little pain, and there was an unbearable pain in his heart, confused, he hurriedly closed his eyes, and continued to let out a loud cry.

"Patience is as immovable as the earth, and meditation is as deep as a secret. ”

This time, the effect was weak, and the dry corpse was full of might, and everyone once again fell into a great state of terror in the heart.

Zhou Yushu was standing straight at the moment, his chest was rising and falling, but his face was awe-inspiring, and he shouted loudly, "My generation of scholars, have great righteousness, Ming Liuhe, know demons and ghosts, reach gods, and have a little spiritual illusion, what can I do?"

Although he drank violently and looked proud, he was obviously deeply involved in it, and he could only keep his heart from being confused.

If you want to get out of trouble, it's difficult!

"Boom"

The scene in front of him was constantly changing, and the more and more turbulent sea of blood was surging, and the sound was like thunder, and Moko unconsciously gave birth to a feeling of being alone in the sea, but he knew that this was the terrifying illusion of the dry corpse, and guarded his heart, although he couldn't get out of trouble, he kept drinking, trying to warn others.

When Moko and the others fell into this temple, the seven princesses flew like flies, and they were rapidly approaching this place.

She kept staring at the changes, and gradually, her face showed a look of horror.

In the eyes of the Seventh Princess, Mo Ke and the others broke into it, all of them showed a shocked look, one by one trembling, like a plague chicken, Mo Ke kept drinking, and that Zhou Yushu also drank heavily, but the rest of the people were like a demon, and they didn't know it.

Even Moko and the other three seemed to be trapped in an invisible barrier, either sitting cross-legged or standing, and stopped moving forward.

And the master of Fuxian, who had no breath and passed away, suddenly woke up, sat cross-legged, his mouth kept spurting black blood, but his eyes flashed with a ferocious light.

"What should I do? If I want to watch the little bald head die, I'd better wait for a while! If it's really a critical moment, this princess will fight again!" A strong palpitation arose in her heart, and thousands of thoughts flashed in the mind of the seventh princess, and Zuihou stopped near the temple.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen cultivators who did not break in, all of whom heard Moko's call and hesitated in their hearts, so they escaped this catastrophe. They all fled from afar, watching from a distance, cold sweat flowed wildly, Xianfu immortal weapon, this kind of thing is really not so easy to take.

Licking his shriveled lips, the wizened ghost claws of the dry corpse trembled, and suddenly, the body of one of the girls with a clear face and a twenty-eight-year-old appearance flew up and landed in front of him.

Even at this moment, the girl was still immersed in an extreme terror, as if she had not seen the dried corpse in front of her.

The dry corpse grabbed the girl with trembling arms, there was unbearable joy in his eyes, and a mouth suddenly revealed a mouth full of terrifying fangs!

Yes, it's fangs, fangs like beasts!

Lowering his head, the sharp fangs instantly pierced the girl's flesh, the old lips greedily adsorbed on the girl's naked and delicate skin like a water frog, the thin and shriveled cheeks stirred rhythmically, and fresh blood entered his lips like a long river, moistening his throat, which had been thirsty for many years.

The girl trembled violently, her body rapidly withered and withered, and her eyes gradually became clear, and she let out a terrible cry like a devil crying, "Ah! You are the great devil!

With the tragedy of her life, the girl's body trembled, completely lost her vitality, and her body was shriveled, like a dead corpse.

grinning, the dry corpse's thin cheeks and body were faintly plumper than before, and the dry and pale lips showed a few traces of blood, and a burst of vitality arose.

"Peng!"

The shriveled corpse was thrown away at random, and once again, a cultivator in a Taoist robe was grabbed by it and began to swallow it hungrily, his deep eyes like blood-colored ghost fire, which was extremely terrifying. Kneel and beg to share

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