"If you don't feel emotional, don't go!"
The giant god had just shouted out and disappeared into the red exit without moving his knife.
Everyone ran over and looked at the red exit with complicated expressions.
"What should I do? Brother Immortal has also gone in." Xiaoniao Yiren looked at everyone, and everyone was at a loss.
Liu Yueying pondered for a moment, then her expression became determined: "I'll go too!"
"no!"
Yiye Zhiqiu and Jushen reached out to hold Liu Yueying at the same time. Zhang Ze didn't come back, so he went in again without emotion. The lives of the two of them were uncertain. Now Liu Yueying was going, of course they would stop him, otherwise the situation would become worse. The more serious it is.
"Yueying, although brother Rakshasa has not come back, with his strength, he should be fine."
The giant god comforted him: "I think he may have encountered some troubles, so he can't come back for a while, but you don't have to worry, he will be fine."
Yiye Zhiqiu also advised: "Yes, maybe the Rakshasa brothers are fighting monsters. If you go in, it may distract him, so I think the best choice now is to wait patiently. The Rakshasa brothers will definitely Will be back."
Xiaoniao Yiren and Zhang Feng and others also came to persuade them. Liu Yueying sighed slightly, nodded and said: "I understand, I will stay here and wait for them. If they don't come back for a day, I won't leave for a day!"
…
Without emotion, he walked into the red passage, surrounded by thick red mist. He looked around warily, and then walked forward cautiously.
"Where does this exit lead to?"
Turning around without emotion, he found that the entrance he came from was gone.
"Looks like there's no turning back for me."
He shrugged, looking unconcerned, and moved on.
The red mist gradually faded, and a mountain path appeared in front of me. There were towering ancient trees on both sides of the path. The grass and trees were so tall and dense that it was impossible to see what was going on inside.
He stared at the path ahead without moving the knife. He had a feeling that this path led to a very dangerous place.
"Rakshasa won't be in front, right?"
He pondered for a moment and finally decided to turn back.
He is not that stupid to throw himself into a trap even though he knows there is danger.
After he figured out the situation, he would go look for Zhang Ze. Otherwise, if he fell into a trap, not to mention rescuing people, he would also be caught in it himself.
Turning around, he was suddenly stunned when he saw a tall, fat man standing in front of him. This man was wearing a dirty Taoist robe, barefoot, and had a dark face. He was smiling strangely at him. .
"Is it a monster?" He immediately revealed his weapon without emotion and prepared to enter the [Stealth] state.
Unexpectedly, there was a sudden sharp pain in the back of his head, a buzzing in his head, his eyes began to turn black, and he fainted.
At this time, behind Shandao Buqing, a man also wearing tattered robes was standing. He had one eye missing, and looked at the fainted Shankou Buqing expressionlessly, and then raised the iron in his hand. Stick, get ready to hit it!
"Fifth Junior Brother! Don't beat him to death!"
The fat man quickly stopped him: "Give him to the ancestor, this is the best alchemy material!"
"Oh, Second Senior Brother." The one-eyed man put down the iron rod with blood on it and nodded blankly, looking dumbfounded.
The fat man came over, pried open the mouth of the patient, took out a red pill from his body, and stuffed it into the mouth of the patient.
"Hey, after eating this [Hua Jin Powder], he will be obedient."
Then, the two of them raised their swords and moved forward along the path without emotion. At the end of the path, there was a dilapidated Taoist temple. The plaque hanging on the lintel said three characters: "Shending Gate"!
The outer wall of the Taoist temple is mottled, and the green bricks are covered with green vines. Some places have been damaged, exposing the masonry inside. The tiles on the roof were also incomplete and overgrown with weeds. Occasionally a few dead grass swayed in the wind.
The two pushed open the creaking door and saw that the courtyard was in disarray, with fallen leaves piled up and a few dead trees leaning crookedly against the wall. The door of the main hall was dilapidated, with spider webs everywhere, and a smell of staleness came to the face.
The statues of gods enshrined in the temple are covered with dust, the paint is peeling off, and their faces are blurred. It is impossible to tell who the gods are.
At this time, an old man with gray and messy hair was sitting in front of the statue. He lowered his head and seemed to be sleeping.
In front of him, dozens of people were sitting cross-legged, holding various tools in their hands, busy.
Some were crushing ores, some grinding herbs, some dissecting the carcasses of certain animals, and some copying scriptures. Everyone was silent and immersed in their work. Only the old man made high and low snores.
"Ancestor! We have brought back a living person!"
As soon as the two of them entered the hall with their swords in hand, the one-eyed man shouted at the top of his lungs, and everyone immediately looked at him.
The fat man's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly put down the knife without emotion, quickly backed away, and distanced himself from the one-eyed man.
"Why doesn't this idiot have a long memory? Last time, he had an eye gouged out by the ancestor because he made a noise in the main hall. Why are you still shouting?"
He shook his head secretly: "I'm afraid he can't save his remaining eye!"
Not only the fat man thought so, but everyone in the hall also looked at the one-eyed man with pity. They also thought that the one-eyed man was going to become completely blind.
The ancestor was awakened by the one-eyed man's shout. He slowly raised his head, revealing a childlike face with white hair, but this face was full of hostility!
"Lao Wu! Have I ever said that no noise is allowed in the hall?"
He asked angrily, his voice as childish as a seven or eight-year-old child.
The one-eyed man was stunned for a moment, as if he was remembering, and then nodded: "You said...ah!"
A black light flashed across his eyes, and the next moment, a burst of pain caused him to let out a piercing scream!
"My eyes, my eyes!"
On the opposite side, the ancestor was holding a bloody eyeball in his hand, and he chuckled sinisterly: "It just so happens that I still lack one material 'human eye' in my side, so I'll use your eye!"
After that, he waved his hand and the bloody eyeball flew into the hand of a disciple in the audience, making the boy scream in fright!
"Huh? Don't you want to live too?"
The ancestor cast an icy gaze at the disciple, who was immediately frightened and kowtowed to beg for mercy.
Unexpectedly, the ancestor didn't give him a chance at all. Another black light flashed, and the disciple's head rolled to the ground. Warm and sticky blood sprayed all over the bodies and faces of the people around him.
However, no one dared to make any sound this time.
A female disciple looked at the head that rolled in front of her, covered her mouth tightly, and swallowed the frightened shouts back into her stomach!
"Ah, it's much cleaner!"
The ancestor let out a sigh of relief and murmured: "I hate the noise the most!"
Then he looked at Shan Dao, who was still unconscious on the ground, and said, "Who captured this living person?"
