When Jing Yingrong arrived at the blood pool, those dangerous and unpredictable formation mechanisms were as if they were nothing to her.
The blood pool is not big, but very deep. The pool was filled with a dark red viscous liquid, emitting a stench similar to that of rotting meat.
Ji Yanzhu: "Are there any children here?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah, a lot."
Ji Jie Bi: "Are you all alive?"
Jing Yingrong: "Some are alive, some are dead."
After a pause, she added: "The bottom is full of bones."
Jijie Pen: "There are no clues, how are you going to find them?"
Jing Yingrong: "If I can't find it, that's all."
Ji Sha Jian: "Anyway, you are just doing it smoothly."
"Um."
Jing Yingrong released his huge consciousness to search the blood pool.
Her expression suddenly changed.
A group of things floated up in the pool. It was a translucent cocoon-like thing with dark red lines growing on it, and there was a vague human figure inside.
The thing flew in front of Jing Yingrong, cracked a crack in the middle, split into two halves and spread out, with a young child curled up inside.
The child was only about two or three years old in size. His clothes, shoes and socks were intact, but his body had begun to rot. His eyes and wide-open mouth were filled with bloody foam, and countless red maggots were burrowing in and out of the rotting flesh. go.
Jing Yingrong didn't show any disgust or anger to what he saw. He was as indifferent as seeing a pool of water or a cloud.
Her eyes fell on the child's neck. A red rope hung down, and the pendant on the red rope was soaked in the corpse water.
The pendant is a large and round shark bead. It should have been bright silver-white, but now it has turned into a turbid dark yellow.
The surface of the bead is engraved with the word "Wow".
Jing Yingrong frowned slightly.
Ji Jie Bi: "Are you sure it's this child?"
Jing Yingrong: "It's very possible."
She took a closer look at the child's face. Although it was rotten, she could vaguely make out his appearance.
After memorizing the appearance, Jing Yingrong put the child's small body into a large box made of jade stone.
She was about to leave when a figure broke in at this moment.
The puppet ancestor, who was wearing a black robe, was shocked when he saw the mirror. He originally came to take away the children who had been successfully dealt with as a reserve resource for a future comeback, but unexpectedly someone was able to enter this place without him noticing.
While taking precautions, Puppet Zu yelled: "Who are you? What are you doing here?!"
Jing Yingrong: "Disciples of the Taichu Guan outer sect are looking for someone."
She also wanted to show the token to the other party, but the puppet ancestor laughed angrily and said: "You are kidding me? That's too much! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"
He opened his arms, and his black robe fluttered in the wind. In the blood pool on the side, the viscous water surged violently, then twisted into the sky like a tornado, turning into a huge crimson sphere in the air.
The surface of the sphere is inlaid with cocoons. At first glance, it looks like a terrifying sarcoma with dense eyes.
Jing Yingrong watched silently and asked in the sea of consciousness: "Did I say something wrong?"
Ji Jie Bi: "He thought you were here to find him."
Jing Yingrong said "Oh" and said to Puppet Ancestor: "I'm not here to find you."
Her understatement made Puppet Zu even more furious, and he shouted: "Open!"
The strong wind caused by the spiritual riot blew up the hood of the black robe, revealing an extremely strange face in front of Jing Yingrong.
The facial features are small and compact, the white and tender skin is full of wrinkles and loose, the eyebrows are the white eyebrows of an old man, and the hair is black and soft, with a hair pulled upward.
This is a face that looks like a child and an old man.
The sarcoma split open and a "monster" emerged from it.
It was a "human puppet" several feet high, or in other words, a corpse puppet, made up of countless bones and rotten flesh.
The corpse puppet had a big head but a small body, and was beyond recognition. It fell to the ground and made two deep pits in the ground.
It opened its mouth like a blood hole and cried out like a child:
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa"
The puppet ancestor pointed his finger at the mirror, and the corpse puppet turned its body and ran with a rumble.
Just as Jing Yingrong was about to take action, Ji Sha Jian said, "I'll do it."
Jiyanzhu: "You kill that one, I'll burn this one."
Ji Jie Bi: "You two are still fighting?"
Ji Sha Sword: "I'm going to get rusty!"
Jiyanzhu: "Burn the dirty ones."
Ji Sha Sword: "I'll burn you after I kill you."
Ji Yanzhu: "Why!"
Ji Sha Sword: "I am older than you!"
Ji Yanzhu: "The world still says that the big should give way to the small!"
Ji Jie Bi: "You two are still arguing, and the mirror is out."
Ji Sha Sword and Ji Yan Bead: "Hey!"
Puppet Zu had no idea what was going on. He just had a blur in front of his eyes and exchanged places with Jing Yingrong.
The corpse puppet grabbed his body with one hand.
"Trash! You got the wrong person!"
The puppet ancestor yelled and cursed, intending to control the corpse puppet to let go of him, and then he discovered to his horror that the connection between himself and the corpse puppet was broken.
The corpse puppet lifted the puppet ancestor above its head, raised its head, split its mouth on both sides, and stuffed the puppet ancestor into its mouth.
At this moment, a sword energy penetrated through.
The puppet ancestor and the corpse puppet were still at the same time.
After a moment, they turned into a pile of sand without any breath, scattered on the ground.
The Jisha Sword still stayed on Jing Yingrong's back, unsheathed. There was a strange red light flowing on the surface of the scabbard.
Ji Yanzhu hummed softly.
The fire burst into flames.
Jing Yingrong knew that the flames would burn everything cleanly, leaving no trace behind.
Except for those cocoons.
She did not care about the young children living or dead in the cocoon. After the formation restriction is burned, Taichu Guan will soon discover this place. As for how the sect would deal with these young children, she didn't care.
Jing Yingrong returned to the place where the battle between the monks of the Puppet God Sect and the disciples of Taichu Temple took place.
She purposely teleported to a far distance and then slowly flew over.
She stopped suddenly.
It seemed that the battle was over, and the corpses of the Puppet Cult monks were lying in a mess on the ground. The Taichu Temple disciples stood together in a concentrated manner, with two elders standing in front of them, reprimanding them excitedly.
Yu Xian stood at the front, with his head drooping and being scolded, not daring to refute a word. The disciple surnamed Lu was standing beside him, not daring to breathe, looking trembling with fear.
Behind Yu Xian, Huo Xiumao, Wu Yaochen, Yin Xueze, and Shu Pinghui stood in a row, all with their heads lowered and their eyes staring at the ground.
"A living person has disappeared, and you don't know anything? How did you become the chief disciple?! And you guys, huh? You are full of nonsense, and you actually dare to deceive us. You are so audacious!"
One of the elders was so angry that his fingers were trembling. The other elder sighed and said, "Junior brother, stop scolding me now. It's business to find that disciple quickly."
"I'm so angry! Alas! Senior sister is right, let's go first..."
The words stopped abruptly, and the elder stared straight at Jing Yingrong who came over.
Jing Yingrong: "...I'm back."
