At this moment, Ning Yi was extremely horrified, but he thought about the fate of the traitorous believers who accidentally saw being executed in public. However, just when he wanted to scream loudly and fight for his life, he found that his whole body was too weak to use force; his throat was too weak to use. He was also numb and unable to make a sound.
He could only watch helplessly as the great sutra master brought the jujube-sized ball of squirming flesh and blood in front of him with a silver clip. The powerful man who was directly under the sect's guardian opened his unconscious mouth and opened it. The moment he stuffed it in, there was a sudden loud noise outside.
"It's gone!" "It's gone." "Be careful, someone sneaks in and sets fire." Then, it turned into a series of yelling, shouting, and the sound of hidden soldiers fighting. Then a leading warrior came back and reported in a low voice: "The news has just been released, and it's as expected."
"Is there someone among the new believers outside the sect who is secretly causing trouble?" The Great Sutra Master stopped what he was doing and wrote lightly: "I knew that among these bad Taoist thieves, there must be more insiders and colleagues. The party happened to come together and clean up."
As if to confirm his words, the fire lit outside was quickly extinguished; and the sounds of conflicts and weapons were also muted, and eventually disappeared completely. In the end, only a dozen corpses were dragged in in the bloody smell.
Like some kind of sacrifice, they were arranged in a special position around Ning Yi who was tied to the mandala mandala ground painting. However, it seemed that the number of sacrifices was not enough; then several more people were brought up, but their facial features were all damaged, like walking corpses.
These people, whose hands and feet are imprisoned in flesh and blood by special iron rods, are some of the desperadoes and knight-errant heroes captured by the Dayun Sect during its expansion; they are even the core members of the die-hard foreign teachers. They were pressed in the position of the huge mandala; their throats were cut with a knife, and blood spurted out.
When the hot blood flowed on the mandolin mandala painting on the stone ground, it spontaneously evaporated and spread, quickly turning the entire ground painting, which was several feet long and wide and looked simple and mottled, into bright colors; Make the sky full of gods, Buddhas and Vajra flying in the mandala floor paintings come to life.
It was as if everything suddenly became brighter and more dazzling; but the faint smell of blood exuding from the mandala did not make people feel nauseated; instead, it had an intoxicating sweet feeling of its own. Immediately, the crowd watching the ceremony couldn't help but feel intoxicated and intoxicated.
The Grand Master skillfully stuffed the mass of flesh and blood into Ning Yi's forcibly opened mouth. The next moment, he regained the feeling in his mouth; however, it was an indescribable torture; countless tentacles with suction cups pierced the inner wall.
Then, in the severe pain, twisting and twitching that was enough to cause facial convulsions, while constantly absorbing the body fluids and blood flowing in the cavity, it slowly squirmed and gave birth to more sharp tentacles, desperately trying to squeeze into his throat; It was like being forced to swallow a burning sea urchin in an instant.
The blood that continued to flow and smudge in the mandala painting on the ground gradually gathered on Ning Yi's head, shrouding him in a pink mist. Ning Yi, who kept having foreign objects bulging in his throat and mouth, became even more frightened.
"Consider this meritorious deed!" The Great Sutra Master showed his usual kind and kind smile, and facing Ning Yi, who was struggling to the limit, he put his hands together and saluted, "I hope that with the body of such a sinner, I can give birth to more Dharma protectors. Treasure; I only wish that in the last days of Red Lotus, Maitreya will be reborn."
"I only hope that in the last days of Red Lotus, Maitreya will be reborn." The heads of other sects, altar owners, shrine heads, as well as Dharma protectors, envoys and sutra teachers all present also prayed in harmony: "Encourage alms. Be happy, cultivate your mind without any thoughts, serve the saints, and quickly escape the trap of life and death."
For a moment, the scene of the orbital ceremony, which was full of bloody and cruel atmosphere, turned into a solemn and sacred place; it seemed as if it was in the Jialan Temple protected by the gods and Buddhas in the sky. However, this scene did not last for a moment, and was suddenly quickly broken by the sudden intrusion of movement from outside.
A magic soldier with countless short arrows almost stumbled and fell behind the crowd, and then shouted with all his strength: "Grand Master, a powerful enemy sneak attack, all the guardians and many magicians outside are here." The soldiers can't resist it anymore, but please ask the firebenders and Yaksha tribe to help."
Before he finished speaking, roars like thunder resounded in the distance one after another; followed by shouts and screams, one after another rippled inside and outside the temple. Among them, a roaring presence in the night sky suddenly shattered the tile roof and arch of the main hall at the rear.
It crashed to the ground with a heavy bang, smashing the two unprepared magicians into pieces on the spot. It also created a spiderweb-like crack on the edge of the mandala floor painting. It continued indoors without losing any strength. He jumped up and knocked down a Buddhist master again.
Then it rolled down, and the panicked crowd dispersed, leaving a blank space. At this time, someone stepped forward and recognized this round object covered with flesh and blood residue: "This is a cannon, a pyrotechnic cannon that is only available in the Navy. How could it end up here!"
At the same time, a corner of the mandala floor painting was shattered, causing the pink air ball covering Ning Yi's head to dissipate in an instant. At this time, suffering from severe pain in his body, he inadvertently regained most of the consciousness in his body except his head.
Without hesitation, he tore and pulled out the palm that was nailed to the mandala ground painting with a door-shaped iron hammer; and used his remaining strength to grab the fallen bloody iron hammer; and stabbed it without hesitation. It penetrated his lower jaw; it also penetrated the foreign object that was desperately proliferating and spreading in his throat.
In an instant, fierce infrasonic screams could be heard from the torn open wounds; and a splash of red and yellow mixed fluids could not be stopped; then he used his other hand to tear open the outer skin of his throat. At least, even if he was going to die here, he shouldn't. It is to die as alien nourishment and seedbed.
With this reckless determination, he quickly touched a mass of growth tightly wrapped around his trachea and esophagus above his fleshy Adam's apple; he held it tightly with both hands and used all the strength of his body to Strength; tear it from the neck where blood is flowing like a fountain.
With several crisp snapping sounds, the ball of strange flesh and blood quickly multiplied several times in Ning Yi's throat, and together with the large ball of flesh, it completely fell off on the ground of the mandala; however, It also seemed to be absorbed by something invisible, quickly decaying and turning into a puddle.
At this moment, Ning Yi dropped his head to the side as if he was relieved, feeling that his life force was constantly draining away with the huge crack in his neck; however, as the blood flowed, a ball of blood gathered again between his head and face. The pink mist stimulates the wound to squirm and shrink.
In the blink of an eye, the huge wound on his neck had turned into a branch-shaped bright red scar. Ning Yi, who lost all his strength again but did not die on the spot, also witnessed with his own eyes what happened next in the apse without moving.
(End of chapter)
