Thousand-Handed Centipede's eyes had become a little distracted. He bit the tip of his tongue in a daze, and his consciousness suddenly became clearer.
The cold moonlight poured down, merged with the formation on the ground, and poured into the pool.
It smiled miserably, but let out a silent roar. It looked around at everyone with its gloomy eyes. Under the control of its mind, the white golden elixir suspended above its head instantly turned into a halo, hoping to unleash a final brilliant blow. , but unexpectedly, he was swallowed up by the grimace pattern in the pool of water below him without any sound.
Thousand-Handed Centipede was stunned for a moment, and his protruding eyes stood straight up. His confusion was mixed with silent pain and relief.
The ghostly face pattern at the bottom of the pool is dazzling with white light, exuding a sense of sadness.
The many human monks present were shrouded in a desolate atmosphere, and their hearts were full of sadness and sadness. They could not calm down for a long time, and a soft sigh seemed to ring in everyone's ears.
"Humans are not human, and demons are not demons. Love is unforgettable, and emotions are hard to calm down. When I come, my spring dream leaves no trace, and when I leave, I feel like I miss you but there is no place to look for."
With eyes wide open, everything is left behind, wandering for a long time, the soul disappears, resentment enters the heart and the sea of bitterness is crossed, and hatred fills the years of infatuated love. "
The low voice penetrated through the years and lingered deep in everyone's hearts. The sad atmosphere made everyone feel depressed, as if they were in darkness and could not get out of trouble for a long time.
I don't know when, the Thousand-Handed Centipede's body has fallen into the pool, lying flat quietly, its eyes suddenly erect, telling the unwillingness and confusion in its heart, it detonated its golden elixir, and even the fragrance of the fireworks was released. Not as good as Huadu, it was over in an instant.
The good news is that when its spiritual thoughts dissipated, it realized that it was not gone, leaving a chance for reincarnation.
The blood-red water in the pool disappeared, leaving only a shallow layer of clear water. The grimace pattern at the bottom of the pool seemed to be crying and laughing, and the light emitted was very intense, trying to break free from the Buddhist "swastika" seal suppressing it. symbol.
"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum." The six-character Great Ming Mantra was sealed around the Buddhist "swastika" and kept rotating. The Buddha's light stared at the ghost face pattern at the bottom of the pool, and they were locked in a stalemate for a while.
Everyone was immersed in the desolate atmosphere, and under various haloes, no one noticed the ghost face pattern carved under the bottom of the pool. However, Yi Yuan sensed it very clearly. From the beginning to now, it looked like a smile but not a smile, and it looked like crying. Fei Crying's grimace pattern seemed to have a special response to him, causing the Dragon Elephant God's Demonic Sutra to start running automatically in his body.
The voice of complaining and crying seems to be ringing in the ears, and the sad and miserable thoughts linger in the heart. The sea of suffering has never cut off the lovesickness, making people immersed in it silently and unable to extricate themselves.
Yi Yuanqing couldn't help but come to Lei Fan and whispered: "Brother Lei, lend me the ghost face token from before."
Lei Fan woke up instantly, his body was covered with cold shivers for an instant. He looked around and saw that all the monks seemed to be immersed in boundless sadness, each with their own thoughts, and their eyes were blurred and confused. If it hadn't been for Yi Yuan's inquiry He, like other people, cannot help himself. So, while turning around, he quietly took out the Ghost Face Token, blocked the sight of Fairy Yueyan of the Yin Yue Sect, and secretly handed it to Yi Yuan.
After getting the Ghost Face Token, Yi Yuan started to rub his hands gently, as if he was playing with a beloved toy and couldn't let it go. At this moment, the grimace pattern in the pond seemed to be stimulated by something, emitting wisps of purple-black light. The Buddhist "swastika" sealing talisman suppressing it, coupled with the six-character Great Ming Mantra, circulated even faster , almost connected together, and the glyphs on it can't be seen clearly.
"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum." The low chants of the Buddha circulated endlessly, just like a bell and a tripod suppressing the earth, suppressing the grimace pattern below.
At this moment, the ghost face token in Yi Yuan's hand could no longer be held, and a "swish" sound passed through the Buddhist "swastika" sealing talisman. It overlapped with the ghost face pattern below, emitting an even stronger purple-black light, making it even more intense. He hit the Buddhist "Swastika" sealing talisman violently.
Within a moment, the Buddhist "Swastika" sealing talisman seemed to have exhausted its power, and there was a cracking sound. The six-character Great Ming Mantra rotated faster, as if trying to maintain the Buddhist "Swastika" sealing talisman in the middle.
There seemed to be inexplicable sadness coming out of the Dragon Elephant God Demon Sutra in Yi Yuan's body, and there seemed to be a low sigh from the old monk. As the cracks in the Buddhist "Swastika" sealing talisman became larger, Yi Yuan was filled with sadness. My whole heart.
At this moment, the Five Elements God and Demon Sutra that Yi Yuan had practiced since he was a child suddenly spiraled up from the sea of qi and circulated throughout his body in an instant. The Dragon Elephant God and Demon Sutra was like a candle in the wind, with signs of being extinguished at any time. , but it happened that Xiaoqiang Ming remained standing, tenaciously occupying a remote corner of Yi Yuan's heart.
When Yi Yuan woke up, the token in his hand had disappeared. The ghostly face pattern in the pool seemed to have come to life, floating in the air. The purple-black light became more intense, eroding the Buddhist "swastika" sealing talisman suppressed on it.
"What are you doing?" A deep voice came from the Grimace Token. The voice was sweet and sweet, making people never tire of hearing it.
"Alas!" Foyin sighed softly, but it was full of helplessness and sadness.
"You should know: you can't suppress me." There was indescribable charm and evil in the gentle voice.
"I know, but I have to do this." The hoarse voice revealed a firm belief and persistence.
"All living beings in the world, you can save others, why can't you save yourself and escape from the sea of suffering?" The emotions mixed in the miserable voice are so real and yet so distant, making people feel sad.
After a long time, a low voice slowly sounded: "When you leave, my heart will be at peace. From now on, we will not see each other, and we will not owe each other."
"Amitabha..." The Buddha's voice was clear, and his deep voice was full of solemnity and solemnity.
"Two people don't meet each other, and two people don't owe each other."
Yi Yuan suddenly felt that his heart was blocked and extremely uncomfortable. The people watching were still immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate themselves. Lei Fan, who had woken up, was sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating with his eyes closed, and seemed to have some enlightenment.
"Hehehe...hehe...hehe..."
The sad and beautiful voice came out again, the voice was sad and painful, and it made people feel trance-like and extremely sad, which could not be calmed down for a long time.
"Long Xiang, you are very good! You are really very good! ... However, I hate you! Hate you! Hate you! ..."
After a long time, the melodious voice slowly deepened and became almost silent.
The Buddhist "swastika" sealing talisman suddenly shined brightly, and it exerted its power to suppress the ghost face pattern below. The six-character Great Ming Mantra also shone brightly, and the sound of Buddha came in bursts.
Unfortunately, time has passed, and I don’t know how many years have passed. The Buddhist "swastika" sealing talisman is constantly being consumed, and its power has become much weaker after all. Even with all the remaining strength, it still cannot stop the erosion of the ghost face pattern, and it turns into dust at this moment. , disappeared, the six-character Great Ming Mantra stopped turning in an instant, and after a moment of hesitation, it entered Lei Fan's mind silently.
The Dragon Elephant God Demon Sutra in Yi Yuan's body sighed and then died down. The Five Elements God Demon Sutra running in full force in his body looked down at the world like a victorious general, and then fell silent.
In the pond, the dead body of the Thousand-Handed Centipede had melted away, and the ghost face pattern was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it. The ghost face token quietly returned to Yi Yuan's hand, and he held it in his sleeves.
Everyone woke up one after another. They had no idea what happened just now. The sadness in their hearts was sad, but their eyes became brighter.
There is still a thin layer of shallow water in the water pool in front of you. As the eyes of Fairy Yue Yan, the elder of the Golden Pill of Yin Yue Sect, flow, the red sleeves are fragrant and they attack instantly, reaching towards the water pool in the light. Under the light roll, they quickly float back. She had already fished out half of the water and quickly stored it in a jade bottle. It was not the time to take it yet.
When Zhou Jinchu saw this, his eyes changed slightly, and he got closer. He squeezed the magic formula to get a lot of water, and quickly stored it.
Everyone followed suit. In an instant, the water in the pool was empty, and they all retreated a little. Some monks couldn't wait to drink the water in the pool, and quickly refined it. The effect was also very obvious. The aura slowly rose, and some people had already started to drink it. In the late stage of foundation building, I have reached the peak of foundation building.
Everyone who got the pool was already wary of their surrounding companions. The effect of this pool was really unbelievable. They had to be careful, otherwise it would be extremely sad to enjoy it without their lives.
Now it can no longer be called a puddle. The bare puddle is more mysterious and cold.
However, the ghost face pattern suddenly started to rotate faster and faster, and the light was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it. In the center of the bare puddle, a black hole suddenly appeared, getting bigger and bigger, and instantly filled the entire puddle.
Purple-black light floated out from the black hole and quickly swept towards the surrounding human monks. They were unable to avoid it and were wrapped up one after another, pulled into the black hole and disappeared in an instant.
Some people shouted for help, and some wanted to escape quickly, but it was all in vain. The purple-black light floated too fast, and everyone was pulled into the black hole.
Yi Yuan did not resist. The purple-black light did not seem dangerous. He was calm before entering the black hole.
The clear moonlight shone on the puddle and three hills. The formation stopped at some point and the light was extinguished, leaving only the empty puddle and slopes.
The faint traces of blood and fishy smell prove that there were stories that happened here.
The quiet surroundings slowly broke from the tranquility, the sound of insects sounded, and the place slowly returned to its previous appearance.
The green-eyed blood toad jumped over, and its body the size of a pot lid stopped on the top of a small slope. Its green eyes stared at the bare puddle, but unfortunately it found nothing. Just now I clearly saw the human monk being sucked in. It was silent at the moment. It has lived in this swamp for many years and has been here many times. It left after drinking the water every time. Nothing strange has ever been reported until today. Only then did I realize that the biggest difference was right here. However, apart from drinking some unknown spiritual water, it gained nothing but its cultivation level increased by one level. Instead, it lost its old enemy, the Thousand-Handed Centipede.
After pondering for a long time, the Blue-Eyed Blood Toad jumped away again. Although it was cunning, it did not want to stay here. It wanted to leave this place of right and wrong, find a peaceful and remote place, and slowly wait for its transformation.
Soon after, another human monk appeared in the swamp. They also learned that a treasure light appeared here. However, after careful inspection of the 800-mile swamp, they found nothing except blood stains. Then he returned in despair.
