Apart from the notorious leader of the Supreme Bliss Sect, Ding Lingguang can think of one of the main reasons why it is relevant today: the Supreme Bliss Sect preaches the joy of desire and doing whatever you want. Unlike the monks who pursue the joy of Nirvana, the followers of the Paradise Cult pursue the ultimate satisfaction of human desires.
But reality often does not go as expected, so they create illusions to indulge in and paralyze others. While enjoying the illusion themselves, they make others lose their minds and absorb the essence for their own cultivation.
Ding Lingguang's beautiful eyes were wandering, and he carefully recalled what he had read in the book about the Eternal Life Bliss Sect in order to find a way to solve it. Otherwise, if it continues, the lives of several other people will be threatened.
She was lost in thought when the wind roared behind her and a fierce attack came over her. She hurriedly turned around and pinched out the Green Lotus Shield. The shield was in the shape of a lotus and made of blue transparent water vapor.
Ding Lingguang was a strange woman who had seen a lot of things in the world, but when she saw the face of the person in front of her clearly, she couldn't help but let out a scream.
"Kick, cluck, finally - it's in my hands." The voice was rough, as if it had rolled several times in a millstone.
Ding Lingguang raised his eyes and saw that the person speaking had an extremely ugly face, with one eye and criss-crossing red scars all over his face.
The lips protrude outward, the nose hangs on the face like a giant garlic, the back is severely hunched, and the eyes seem to be covered with a layer of pale gloom.
Ding Lingguang was startled. After he stabilized himself, he felt rude and said sharply, "Who are you?"
"I am, I don't know who I am, but you fell into my hands today, so your life is not long, cluck-"
Such an arrogant tone, Ding Lingguang sighed inwardly.
The opponent was thin and small, only about five feet tall, with slender and weak limbs, but he was holding a huge bloody sickle. The sharp tip of the knife scratched the ground, leaving a deep mark.
The sickle was stained with fresh blood, and it fell to the ground drop by drop. The thick smell of blood was almost nauseating.
Ding Lingguang frowned and couldn't help but take a few steps back to avoid the stench that hit his face.
The ugly-looking man smiled, with an awkward curve at the corner of his mouth, then raised the sickle and swung it directly at Ding Lingguang's neck.
Ding Lingguang took a breath and further output his spiritual power, further expanding the shield to be able to block the fatal blow of the scimitar.
After a few seconds of stalemate, something horrifying happened. Blood drops dripped from the scythe and began to corrode Ding Lingguang's shield.
Black energy was rising, and the shield that was originally used to block it had gradually turned into pieces under the intrusion.
There was no longer any cover in front of Ding Lingguang, so the man took another step forward and forced her back to press against the wall.
Ding Lingguang closed his eyes, small beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. A chill blew across the down on the tip of her nose.
She tilted her head, and when she was nervous, she quickly made seals with her hands, and shouted sternly: "The lotus towers into the sky, break it!"
Ding Lingguang activated the lotus formation, and a huge lotus bloomed instantly. The petals contained powerful elemental power, which spurted out toward the opponent, forming a blazing lotus flame that would instantly ignite his black robe.
This man seemed to be extremely afraid of fire. He stared blankly at the flames crawling up the corners of his clothes without thinking about putting them out.
He didn't know what he thought of, but tears flowed from his eyes, mixed with the pus and blood on his face. He held his head and screamed, making a gurgling sound.
"Ah-ah-sister!" He shouted crazily to the sky as if he had lost his mind, and kept tearing the clothes on his chest.
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Fan Zhen was surrounded by several women who were laughing sinisterly. He struck several times with his bare hands, but none of them hit her.
Suddenly, a warm-smelling nephrite body approached and made a sound like a silver bell: "Why is Fan Lang so stupid? He is here -"
"Witch, why don't you show up quickly!" Fan Zhenru and Liu Xiahui sat calmly in their arms, stretching out one hand to grab the air, but the woman dodged and dodged again.
Before I could react, the scent of powder came from another direction! After playing like this several times, Fan Zhen already understood that this woman was using the phantom technique.
"The fishing lanterns are dark. The guests are returning from their dreams. Every sound is heartbreaking. The lonely boat is home thousands of miles away. It is just a few lines of clear tears after being away from people." A strange singing girl's voice suddenly came from the distance.
This gentle and gentle female voice, as melodious as a wind chime, is a bit demonic in its charm, and a bit charming in its softness. At first glance, it sounds like the oriole coming out of the valley, the kite singing and the phoenix singing, which makes people fascinated.
It's the psychedelic man's music skills again, and Fan Zhen feels annoyed in his heart again. It will never end. Thanks to you, I won't fall into your ways.
The sound of singing appeared, like daylight on a white night, and the room suddenly became bright, but there was not a single figure in sight of the enemy that Fan Zhen had mistakenly thought before.
The soldier opened the way, and with a "bang" sound, a golden sedan broke through the door. Fan Zhen cautiously stepped back and leaned against the window to press against his body.
A pair of slender white and flawless jade legs stretched out, with a string of bells wrapped around the arches of the feet, which jingled as they swayed.
She was a woman, wearing a Taoist robe from the Paradise Sect, but with a high slit almost reaching the base of her legs. She was extremely enchanting and charming. When she stuck her head out, Fan Zhen couldn't help but hold her breath.
Without him, the girl in front of her has picturesque features, her skin is like gelatin, and she is so charming and charming that she can be said to be the most beautiful girl in the world.
Seeing Fan Zhen like this, the girl smiled proudly, lightly hooked her finger at Fan Zhen, and motioned for him to step forward and whisper.
Fan Zhen had never fallen into an illusion before, but at this moment, as if he was possessed, he took a few steps forward in a daze.
As she approached, the girl's face suddenly hardened, and the flower fan she was spinning in her right hand suddenly closed up and pointed directly at Fan Zhen's throat!
He made a fist with his left hand and punched Fan Zhen's chest. Fan Zhen's head deflected to avoid the throat seal. Although the woman in front of her seemed to have a small frame, she was extremely strong. She punched Fan Zhen and knocked him upside down on the wall.
Fan Zhen felt that one of his ribs was almost broken, blood rushed to his throat, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot.
Then he rolled his eyes and fainted.
The woman chuckled, "How dare you compete with her with a mortal body."
She relied on her beauty to seduce countless people and absorbed a large amount of essence. In addition, she mainly practiced the Hehuan Kung Fu of the Changsheng Bliss Sect.
His cultivation level has increased significantly, and he is as good as a master in the sect, but the person in front of him is still a bit weak.
"It's really boring. Should I just kill him, or take it back and enjoy it before killing him?" The woman squatted down, and her hands covered in red Danko slid along the meridians on Fan Zhen's neck, as if she would kill him in the next second. To break his neck.
"Stop!" Sun Youyue shouted, and the whisk he carried flew out with a "whoosh" sound.
A dark red blood mark was drawn on the back of the enchanting woman's hand by the whisk's ponytail, "Damn it—" She turned around and glared angrily.
Sun Youyue smelled of alcohol, Cui Mingxuan looked sad and immersed in sadness, and Chen Qingzhi also looked confused.
The three of them stood, with Xiaosong chirping at the side. Xiaosong came here looking for the scent of a few people.
As a purple spirit squirrel, he is particularly good at dispelling illusions. These people are stained with a little bit of the aura of the blue dragon, especially the leader, the old Taoist priest who calls himself Sun Youyue.
If you don't save him, you won't save him. The master's soul is now separated. Although the main spirit resides in Tao Hongjing's body, there are still residual souls wandering outside. If he doesn't save it, once his physical body is destroyed, it will be difficult for Qinglong to gather his energy.
Without thinking, Xiaosong broke the illusion. The rooms where the three of them were in were connected. After saving Sun Youyue, Xiaosong rescued the other two people at his request.
But when they were about to continue rescuing others, several people heard the sound of fighting here and heard Fan Zhen's voice, so they hurriedly arrived.
"Who dares to disturb my elegance?" The woman in front of her straightened her clothes and stood up proudly.
Without waiting for Sun Youyue and others to respond, Ding Lingguang appeared, and with a "bang" sound, the ugly man tied up with the fairy rope was thrown heavily to the ground by her.
Everyone was stunned. The man's clothes were hanging on his body like strips of cloth. His face was dark, his hair was singed, and pus and blood were flowing from his face. He fell to the ground and was twitching.
Chen Jinzhi had always been a rough man, and when he saw this, he almost felt sick, "This man, how could this man be like this..." He hesitated to speak, but the others understood what he meant.
This man really looks like a Rakshasa, which makes people feel sick and not want to look directly at him.
"Brother, brother, what did you guys do to my brother?" When the arrogant-looking woman saw the people underground clearly, she suddenly slipped in front of the ugly man and asked Ding Lingguang with wary eyes.
She couldn't help feeling extremely pitiful, with tears flashing in her eyes. She hugged the man's head and put it on her chest with pity on her face, shaking her head gently, "Brother, I can't live without you. Don't leave. I, I will definitely save you." of."
The anger in his arms was as thick as silk, and he tried his best to force out a smile that was uglier than crying, and gently shook his head to indicate that he was fine.
The people present stared at the two, immersed in the illusion just now. Cui Mingxuan had not yet recovered from the longing for his deceased wife, and his eyes turned red when he saw this.
The brother and sister seemed to have something to hide. Ding Lingguang frowned and was about to ask.
"You, all of you, die!" The woman stood up, her clothes suddenly turned a red that was brighter than blood, her black hair stood straight, and she was asking for her life like a ghost.
She only had the chance to survive by absorbing the essence and cultivation of the people in front of her and passing it on to her brother. The woman had this thought at this time, and her eyes were full of hatred like quenching poison.
Wu Dao was riding a red dragon horse, holding a pair of swords and spears in his left hand and a hooked halberd in his right hand. His eyes were stern, and everyone gasped when he appeared. He was the most powerful general under Li Mubai. During his lifetime, he was the King of Martial Arts - Ran Min, who was highly skilled in martial arts and could carry a cauldron. After his death, he was refined into a monster by Li Mubai for his use.
"Wu Dao, I, a disciple of the Qing Sect on Maoshan Mountain, are here. Why are you, the Changsheng Bliss Sect, so hostile?" Sun Youyue saw that Wu Dao was colluding with the girl in red, and he knew that it was all Li Mubai's fault.
"Only the Qing Sect on Maoshan Mountain dares to shout here. When others compliment you, you really think you are the best sect in the world." Wu Dao looked at several people with disdain.
Liu Qianluo was dressed in red, floating in the sky, making a hunting sound, and his pupils were red.
