The chanting sound coming from the depths of the cave still tortured everyone's nerves.
The stench in the cave became more pungent, and the darkness in front of him became deeper and deeper.
Perhaps there were so many corpses that the rotten blood beneath his feet was a little thicker, already covering the tops of his feet.
At this moment, it can be said that the road ahead is becoming more and more dangerous.
On the other hand, looking at the demon slayer team, only thirty-six people were able to move forward.
The enemy is numerous and we are few, nothing like this.
but.
Since he could withstand the demonic sound that penetrated his brain, he could kill all the corpses and reach this place.
Of the thirty-six people left, which one is not a person of great ability and mental perseverance?
So, now that you have made up your mind, even if the road ahead is bumpy, just keep moving forward.
…………
A quarter of an hour later.
Li Changan stood at the front of the team, ignoring the piles of corpses at his feet, and only stared at the deeper and deeper cave in front of him.
He asked in a deep voice:
"How many more people are there?"
In the dim and uncertain firelight, a young voice responded loudly:
"Twenty-one."
Li Changan nodded.
"Walk."
…………
After burning incense.
The Taoist priest cut off a section of his robe, wiped off the greasy blood on the sword hilt, and asked again:
"How many people are left?"
Amidst the panting, a deep voice responded in a deep voice:
"Twelve people."
Taoist priest is still the same word.
"Walk."
…………
Half an hour later.
Li Changan briefly treated a few new wounds and then asked:
"How many people are left?"
At this moment, the response from behind was exhausted.
"Seven people."
Li Changan still has the same word.
"Walk."
…………
Another quarter of an hour passed in a blink of an eye.
In front of you.
The familiar "hall" of the cave, the familiar gleaming entrance, the blood-soaked silk, the filthy bed... everything was just as it was when Li Changan visited the day before yesterday, even the heads chopped off that day were still there. Soaked in plasma.
This is the end of the Demon Transformation Cave. Further forward, through the dimly lit corridor on the opposite side, is the Buddhist hall that once worshiped the Three Body Buddha, which is now the lair of the Corpse Buddha.
But at this time, this place was much quieter and more empty than the front part of the cave.
There were no corpses swarming up, and there were no yellow talismans flying all over the sky. There were only a few "monks" sitting motionless in front of the corridor leading to the Buddhist hall.
The Vairocana hat and brocade cassock are the specialties of Thousand Buddhas Temple: the physical Buddha.
The three Buddhas have already fallen into the path of evil, so they are naturally unavoidable.
But compared to the living corpses killed before, their degree of alienation is indeed much more "kind". They just have more red hair and a pair of fangs.
With the gloomy sound of the wind and the dim light of the fire, sitting among the corpses of blood and flesh, there was a different kind of harmony.
But Li Changan did not dare to underestimate him at all.
To put it bluntly, this is the guard at the end of the level, and it can be considered a mini-boss.
He wiped the blood on his face and used to ask:
"There's still..."
The words that ended abruptly echoed in the empty cave.
Because he realized that at this moment, there was nothing more he needed to ask.
Just a brief review.
On the left is Huang Taihu, an old water bandit with a slumped waist and panting like an ox; on the right is Taoist Longtu with disheveled hair and blood all over his body; behind him is the "little monk" Kong Yan who has always been protected by everyone. .
Nothing else.
The thirty-six people who had previously pledged to follow were dead and wounded, and the rest could not resist the magic sound of chanting sutras and fell behind intermittently. These are the three people right now...
"how?"
Li Changan asked in a low voice, his voice hoarse, as if it was made from two pieces of emery cloth.
Long Tu walked all the way, chanting constantly: Taishangtaixing, endless response. Exorcise evil spirits and bind evil spirits, protect life and body..."
This is the Purifying Mantra, and he relies on this mantra to sustain himself to this point.
It was inconvenient to reply at this moment, but the pair of red eyes looked over and revealed only two words:
Ashamed.
The old water bandit was like a broken bellows. He took several breaths of stale breath and then raised his head.
But I saw his old face, with all the blood vessels and meridians bulging, and the green and red interlaced and oozing out.
"I can't stand it anymore. My brain is boiling because of this broken sutra. If I were a few years younger..." His tone was full of unwillingness, and he fiercely scratched the physical Buddha in front of his eyes for a few times, and then looked at Li Changan.
"Can you still support yourself?"
The Taoist priest nodded with his sword.
"It's really great."
He chuckled.
"No wonder the young master fell into your hands."
Your young master fell into the hands of the judge, although I also struck him with a sword.
The Taoist priest thought to himself, but was too lazy to refute. He just turned around and carefully looked at these physical Buddhas while silently recovering his physical strength and magic power.
He knew that this last level could only be overcome by him alone with one sword!
But, suddenly.
"Li Xuanxiao."
Huang Taihu solemnly called out the Taoist name for no reason.
"What's the matter?"
"It took me a lot of effort to enter this cave this time, and I hurt many of my brothers, all because of your words: The saint is in the cave. Is that true or not?"
Although Li Changan didn't understand why he suddenly said these words, he admitted frankly:
"yes."
"Okay! Then you listen to me clearly!" He pointed his halberd at the Taoist priest and said in a fierce tone, "I don't care whether the Buddha is dead or not, and I don't care whether Yuzhou is alive or not. I just want you to bring the saint out to me. !”
This is too arrogant. The road ahead is dangerous and unknown. Who dares to guarantee it?
But Li Changan did not argue with him, and only asked:
"What if the Holy Lady of the Order is dead?"
There was still breath at that time, who knows now?
But Huang Taihu didn't have any entanglement at all. Instead, he immediately said decisively:
"You want to see people alive, you want to see corpses when you're dead!"
The Taoist priest remained silent for a long time and finally agreed.
"Yes."
"good!"
Huang Taihu drank loudly, and this old and broken body seemed to have new vitality injected into it.
He suddenly leaned over, pressed his hands into the blood on the ground, and chanted some vague words quickly, which sounded quite like southern Fujian dialect.
immediately.
Li Changan was surprised to find that the thick blood under his feet suddenly began to flow like living water.
Behind them, there was a faint sound of waves surging in the direction from which the people came.
"This is……"
Before the Taoist priest could estimate the taste, he heard the old water bandit laughing and saying:
"Today I will show you rotting corpses and rotting flesh."
The sound of the waves behind him gradually surged like thunder.
"Eight hundred miles away from Taihu Lake, why am I the only one who dares to call him a dragon?!"
The words trailed off.
Blood and water mixed with corpses, broken wood, pieces of iron, and sand and gravel formed a surging wave.
Several fleshy Buddhas didn't even make a sound before they were swept up by the waves of blood and then stirred into the wild waves.
"Ah drink!"
The old water bandit spread his hands and let out a shout from his chest.
Suddenly, he saw that in the wave of blood filling the cave in front of him, a road immediately opened, leading directly to the entrance of the corridor adjacent to the Buddhist hall where the corpse Buddha was located.
No need to say more.
Li Changan grabbed Kong Yan and flew away.
But when they were about to reach the entrance, a physical Buddha broke free from the blood wave and pounced on him.
Just listen.
"Edict."
A flash of fire appeared.
With a roar, the physical Buddha rolled back into the blood waves.
Li Changan looked back and saw Long Tu half-kneeling on the ground, grinning.
He nodded.
Turn around.
Step into the corridor.
And the Corpse Buddha...
Just ahead!
…………
This was the first time Li Changan saw the corpse Buddha with his own eyes.
With three heads and six arms, a huge body, a green face and fangs, and a ferocious appearance, he fell on the lotus platform, just like the Buddhist protector Ming Wang.
It's a pity that he is a demon and not a Buddha.
If you look closely, you can vaguely see that the three faces still retain some of their original images. One is a compassionate old man, one is a serious middle-aged man, and the other is a free and easy young man.
It's just like the one in the Taoist album.
"Got you!"
The Taoist priest's eyes were cold and he stepped forward.
But at this step, the sound of chanting in my ears suddenly became louder.
If it was a file before, this time it was a hammer and chisel!
Suddenly, Li Changan staggered and knelt on the ground, with little blood stains on his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
But that's about it.
A moist breeze suddenly swept out from behind him.
The sound of the sutra stopped immediately.
However, the remaining power was still there. The Taoist priest raised his head in a daze. In his eyes with red hair, the expression on the relatively young face of the Corpse Buddha was changing, and he uttered half a sentence with difficulty:
"quick……"
Kong Yan succeeded!
Li Changan was overjoyed, but immediately realized that
Time is running out, and Kong Yan can't hold on for long.
As a result, the Taoist priest became angry and bit the tip of his tongue. A sharp pain washed away the confusion in his mind.
He pushed himself hard on the ground, stumbled forward, and then jumped with all his strength.
The man was in mid-air, the long sword made a clanging sound, and the blue light surged.
This sword.
It is necessary to determine the cause and effect.
But just as the tip of the sword was about to come, Kong Yan's painfully struggling face finally spoke again, uttering half of the unfinished sentence before.
Just one word.
"……escape!"
What? !
A bit of cold air suddenly exploded from the tailbone, and went straight to the sky.
Li Changan's eyes widened with anger, but he watched helplessly...
The corpse Buddha Shi Shiran turned around, revealing a fourth face hidden behind three huge heads.
Her hair is like ink, her skin is like gelatin, and her charming eyes are like silk.
White Lotus Saint.
