Lingyin Temple has many temples and many disciples.
It's just that a big event happened in front of the pagoda today. Many people went there. Near the Patriarch's Hall, none of the disciples who used to stay behind could be seen now.
A spirit raccoon half as tall as a man landed in front of the hall, sniffing slightly at the corner of its mouth. XiuShu.com
After a while, a beautiful woman in white came down.
It is willow.
"Do you have such a sharp nose? You are a cat, not a Tengu. Is there anything worth looking for?"
Yang Liu looked around and saw that there was no one around. Except for a few wisps of smoke, there was no other movement in the entire hall.
The spirit raccoon had a fight with the weirdo from Liubo Mountain and started to complain that there was something here that attracted it.
Even the transformation is difficult to maintain.
That's why Yang Liu came to the Patriarch's Hall with it, wanting to see what happened.
When Lingli heard the woman's question, he couldn't maintain his transformation and couldn't speak. He just grabbed the woman's skirt with his mouth and moved desperately into the palace.
Yang Liu couldn't help but knock it on the head, and said angrily: "A girl's dress can be pulled at will. Don't let go."
The fox won't let go.
Yang Liu knelt down and asked seriously: "Are you sure there is something in the Patriarch's Hall that is attracting you? This is Lingyin Temple. If something happens to you and me, Senior Brother Shen Yu will not have time to save us in his current situation."
Lingli stared, and Rumo's eyes almost reached the sky, as if there was nothing to be afraid of when I was protecting you.
Yang Liu patted it on the head and said helplessly: "Okay, I believe you for now, huh, this is the Ancestral Hall of Lingyin Temple, just like the Ancestor Hall of our Dao Sect, so don't cause any trouble."
Lingli grinned, raised his head and led the way.
Yang Liu followed carefully.
Cross the steps and enter the main hall.
One man and one beast stepped through thousands of golden lights, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and Yang Liu saw an unimaginable scene.
She raised her eyes and saw that there was a large flat open land in front of her. The ground was littered with countless human skeletons, magical artifacts, Buddhist treasures, rosary beads, gold and silver... stacked like hills, emitting a faint light that penetrated people's minds.
"Roar!"
Lingli roared forward.
Along with the sound, a bone mountain in front began to slide and collapse.
A few breaths later, a huge mountain-like head emerged from the hill full of bones. The monster's whole body exuded a golden luster, and its entire body seemed to be bathed in the sunset, holy and compassionate.
What's weird is that those dark eyes are in the shape of an inverted triangle, and they have a frightening and captivating gaze.
Yangliu stood dumbly below, guessing that this guy had to practice for at least a thousand years to grow so big. After all, Su Mo once told him that monsters in the world grow very fast in the first hundred years, and they want to grow in size in the next few hundred years. Having a bowel movement is as difficult as going to heaven.
Faced with this monster that looked like a dragon but not a dragon, Lingli was not afraid. He took a step forward with his forelimbs and kept roaring at the opponent.
Yang Liu asked in a trembling voice: "What is this guy?"
Different from the previous sound, this sentence Yangliu uses an extremely ancient syllable, as if it does not exist in the world, and is somewhat similar to Buddhist slang.
In Feilai Peak, Shen Yu once taught some languages to communicate with monsters. Shen Yu spoke these syllables very lightly that day.
"There are probably only two or three demons in the world who don't care."
In the entire Spiritual Wasteland, Demon Realm, and Five Continents, the number of demons is almost infinite, but there are only two or three who can care less about this kind of communication.
After hearing this, Yang Liu's face was filled with disbelief.
Because from her understanding, Shen Yu usually doesn't communicate very well with demons. For example, the guy named Li Fugui who stayed in Chang'an City was impressed by this method of communication.
Sure enough, a strange scene appeared.
I saw a dragon-like monster in the distance suddenly raised its head
Then he hit his head hard on another mountain of bones, letting out bursts of painful roars.
After a moment, the giant dragon did not stop. It rearranged its head and its entire shockingly huge body stood upright, frantically thinking about ramming one person and one beast. XiuShu.com
Lingli jumped up without hesitation.
Yang Liu's mouth moved slightly, and a series of complex syllables sounded again.
The same situation as before appeared again.
The giant dragon seemed to have been attacked by some kind of huge attack, and its body hit the ground hard. Countless gravel and bones were scattered in all directions. Countless smoke and dust filled the place instantly, and the ground shook.
A look of madness appeared in the giant dragon's eyes, and it let out a roar that shook the world.
Yang Liu took a breath and burst out a few syllables again.
boom!
boom!
…
Doing this more than ten times, dozens of huge craters were smashed out of the originally flat ground, and the hills where bones and Buddha treasures were piled collapsed one after another.
In the end, the giant dragon finally lost its previous ferocious aura and stood miserably on one side, its eyes filled with extremely horrifying fear.
There was also a hint of pleading that could not be concealed.
It was as if it predicted that it would die under the sword of the woman in front of it soon.
Yang Liu no longer had any fear in her heart. If she had been dragged into the Patriarch's Hall by the spirit raccoon before, when she saw those bone mountains, the woman would have wanted to turn around and leave.
But after those syllables caused fear in the dragon, he no longer worried.
Yang Liu lowered his head and asked, "Is the thing you sensed that guy?"
Lingli nodded.
Yang Liu looked at the giant dragon in front of him, his mind turning over and over again, trying to find out some information about it from his limited knowledge.
After a while.
Yang Liu sighed and said faintly: "I have no impression. Do you know what it is?"
Lingli raised his head and rolled his eyes.
This woman thought she had read a lot of books with Su Mo and knew something about the giant dragon in front of her.
Upon hearing her question, Lingli sighed and scratched the ground with his front paws.
Yang Liu hummed, waved her sleeves, and a three-foot long sword appeared in her right hand.
She flicked the sword slightly. Along with a crisp sword sound, excitement gradually appeared in the woman's eyes.
She had practiced for more than ten years and never went down the mountain.
If he hadn't met Shen Yu, he would have died in the broken house on Cuizhu Peak many years ago because his life sword was taken away.
The sword in his hand now was brought back from the mountain by Shen Yu. It is said that it came from the hands of a very high-level swordsman named Xi Xue.
At this moment, the sword energy was like frost, and it looked extremely dazzling in the mist.
However, Yang Liu's thoughts are now on the dragon.
Without a sword in your hand, you will naturally be afraid.
With a sword in his hand, Yang Liu thought that even several other holy places could break into it.
For her, it was really pleasant and relaxing to water flowers and grass in Feilaifeng all day long. Back then, Su Mo once said that Feilaifeng's character was her character.
Gentle and kind.
The weather that flies in will also change according to her mood.
But the girl always wants to travel with her sword and do some big things like Yu Wenwen and Shang Yingluo.
Many years ago, Yang Liu even dreamed of one day becoming a world-famous female true immortal like the master of Duzhen Palace.
Roar!
A low roar broke Yang Liu's thoughts.
As she looked around, there was a hint of strangeness on her face.
I saw the head of the giant dragon in front of me lying on the ground, and its entire body lying on its back, revealing its slightly white belly.
And its eyes looked at me, full of pleading and confusion, as if to say, I give up, stop fighting.
Yang Liu was stunned. The power of the giant dragon before was much weaker than that of ordinary monks in the upper three realms. When she first came in, she even seemed to turn around and flee from here.
Yang
Liu thought for a moment and said, "Are you begging me to take you out?"
When the dragon heard this, his eyes were full of affirmation. He had been trapped here for nearly a thousand years for some reason, and saw countless monks' bodies being thrown here every day.
Accompanying them are the Buddhist treasures and magical instruments they had before their death.
These things are like garbage in its eyes. If it were not trapped by the promises made back then, who would be guarding these dead bones here.
Seeing that it was silent for a long time, Yang Liu was about to speak when the spirit raccoon beside him suddenly exploded its fur and flew towards the giant dragon in the distance.
Roar!
….
There is no day or night deep in Lingshan Mountain.
The sky had a gray sheen, and there was a sense of depression in the darkness.
Shen Yu looked forward quietly.
He didn't care how high their cultivation level was or what appalling level they had reached.
Because for countless years, Shen Yu has seen too many such strong men for that answer.
With the current level of strength, every time he asks for a sword, it is a life and death decision.
Demon Ancestor missed his old love, so Shen Yu left that terrifying place lightly.
The sword god was eroded by heaven and earth and lost his will. If the river of time had not been opened to induce Taixuan to draw the sword, Shen Yu would have kept Fuyao Mountain forever.
In this way, and therefore trapped in cause and effect, all cultivation is lost.
Before coming to Lingyin Temple, Su Mo once asked, "What on earth are you looking for, little junior brother? Is there a secret in this world that even the nine holy places cannot uncover?"
Shen Yu said at that time: "Yes, and there are many."
There are too many secrets in this world, not only involving Taoist Master Taixuan, Shen Yu.
It also involves the temple on Cangqiong Mountain, the leader of the Land of Thousand Rivers, and the reason why the path to ascension was cut off.
Shen Yu wants to understand these things, and he doesn't care even if he pays his life for this.
Therefore, when the three of them appeared in front of them, Shen Yu might think that he could learn something about three thousand years ago from their mouths.
"Don't eat me!" The old monk standing in front of the hut suddenly opened his mouth.
The next moment, his body couldn't help but twist, and streams of blood burst out from his hands, thighs, and neck. .Ь.
Shen Yu frowned slightly.
"Patriarch, Patriarch of the Great Situation, please save me. I am willing to protect Lingshan for three thousand years. Please save me!" The old monk's voice was no longer hoarse due to vicissitudes of life, but became extremely sharp, as harsh as two swords rubbing against each other.
The three of them looked indifferent and turned a blind eye to the old monk's pleas.
Seeing such a situation, the old monk turned around and shouted at Shen Yu, "It's you, it's the evil beast you brought. Do you know that if it can regain its ancestor's blood, no one can suppress it anymore."
Shen Yu did not speak, but silently watched the old monk in front of him being devoured, letting the shrill voice resound through the entire space.
