Jingzhou, the inner world.
The ecological environment has become extremely messy after being ravaged by various forces.
The vegetation in the southwest corner is covered with eyes, the bones in the north are piled up in mountains, and corpse oil is constantly emerging from the ditch in the east.
All visions originate from the invisible influence of magic on the inner world.
As the Pilgrimage of Ten Thousand Buddhas approaches, various forces become more and more crazy, and even perform inexplicable behaviors that harm others and do not benefit themselves.
It seems illogical, but there are so many monks who pay attention to logic, they are all just crazy.
Xiao San'er and Zhou Wu came to the inner world together, and it had been more than half a month before they knew it.
The two of them were collecting Gu insects in relatively remote areas of Jingzhou, and had no intention of going to the various forces to pull out their teeth.
On the one hand, Xiao San'er is helping his brother Zhou Wu obtain blood crystals to prepare for his future promotion to the Yin difference realm. On the other hand, he wants to get in touch with more weird objects and find out how to improve the treacherous device.
The monks of the Jailer Hall in the inner world have formed a large scale. They communicate with each other and can transmit the content with the help of the fairy key.
The two suspected that the forces in the deep world were secretly instigating the inner world, hoping that more monks would take risks and ascend.
Such a conspiracy works very well for this group of lunatics.
Although many monks appear calm and calm on the surface, in reality they are outright speculators and behave in extreme ways.
What's more, most of the monks who can come to Jingzhou to seek opportunities have been stuck in the bottleneck for hundreds of years. If they can't break through as soon as possible, their chances of success will only get lower and lower with time.
Xiao San'er sighed. According to the information received by Xian Key, some forces began to kill each other, just for the chance of ascension.
Maybe in a few days, killing will become the main color of the inner world.
Fortunately, it has nothing to do with them. Xiao San'er still knows how much he weighs.
Although he was lucky enough to be promoted to the Yin Cha Realm, all his skills were focused on refining weapons. Even his spells were used to coordinate with the refining of weapons, so he was really not strong against the enemy.
The cicadas are still chirping in the forest, and Gu insects are mixed in among them.
It is not easy to distinguish Gu insects, but for the two of them, they are already familiar with it.
Xiao San'er used magic tools to arrange the forest in advance, so he didn't have to worry about strange monks approaching, so he started chatting with Zhou Wu.
Zhou Wu is not much older than Xiao San'er, but his mental outlook is completely different.
Xiaosan'er still looked like he was in his early twenties, but Zhou Wu had gray hair on his temples, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes highlighted a strong sense of vicissitudes of life.
As they chatted, they talked about the troubles in the inner world of the Jailor Hall.
Even though most of the Celestial Realms have already ascended to the deep world, the remaining Celestial Realms are rushing to prepare for ascension and have not emerged for a long time.
But the Jailer Hall was still retreating steadily in the face of the Yangshen Realm stationed in the inner world.
The monks who take on missions are uneven and unable to show their devastation in the surface world, so the Heavenly Court will naturally be looked down upon.
Some forces even regard Heaven as a joke and don't care about the rumors at all.
Zhou Wu asked worriedly: "San'er, are many of our comrades dead?"
"In fact, there were not many casualties, but it is said that a certain force deliberately imprisoned dozens of monks in order to force Heavenly Court to take action. I don't know what the result was."
"Don't know where they are imprisoned?"
Zhou Wulue was a little worried. Many of the monks who came to the inner world were familiar with him and had wives and children to take care of at home.
Xiao San'er couldn't help but complained and replied: "Brother, don't worry about this. If you can't advance to the Yin Cha Realm within a hundred years, it will be very difficult to break through the bottleneck."
Zhou Wu couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw his brother's anxious expression.
He doesn't care at all whether he can be promoted to the Yin Cha Realm. He is now older than expected, and his death and death can be expected long ago.
Even if he dies, Zhou Wu is not prepared to transform into a zombie. Immortality is not a good thing, but more like a curse.
But he thought that his death was indeed a bit cruel to Xiao San'er, so he nodded and said: "Okay, I have to give it a try after all."
"Well, it's definitely no problem."
Xiao San'er had a smile on his face. Zhou Wu was actually considered one of the best among the group of martial arts monks in Changsheng Township back then.
It's just that Zhou Wu's spirit was neither humble nor arrogant, and he had a completely resigned attitude toward practice, which eventually led to his progress gradually falling into the inferior state.
After he got Zhou Wu's answer, he couldn't help but feel relieved.
Xiao San'er held a magical weapon and used the blind method, while Zhou Wu used his flexible and agile skills to cooperate, and the efficiency of catching Gu insects was extremely high.
Now that Mengcheng has been improved by Ren Qing, it has become much more humane.
Usually, if a strange object has never been included in the Great Dream, the value of blood crystals is generally between five and ten times.
The two chose to sell the unique Gu insects to Dameng Guidao, and use the repetitive ones to refine weapons.
It has to be said that Jingzhou is indeed a treasure house full of gold. Not to mention weird objects, even some vegetation has been snatched up by Mengcheng.
They worked hard for several days, and the blood crystals they earned were more beneficial than the alchemy and weapon refining.
However, the area of the mountain forest is limited after all, and the Gu insects can easily be exhausted. Xiao San'er thought it was time to change places.
Just as they were preparing to move, their footsteps suddenly paused.
The fairy key placed on the chest emitted bursts of warm light, and then conveyed some information to them, which was clearly an order to assemble.
The conditions for the Immortal Key to issue orders are to first possess the Immortal position.
Since Xiao San'er's ghost-immortal position can pass orders to him, the initiator must be a human-immortal.
Uncharacteristically, Xiao San'er quickly turned around and said, "Let's go take a look first."
Zhou Wu asked doubtfully: "The gathering place should be the force that imprisoned our comrades, right? Are the seniors planning to take action?"
"I'm not sure, but I definitely can't miss it. Maybe I can get a piece of the pie."
While Xiao San'er was speaking, he took out the disc-shaped magic weapon. The two of them quickly stepped on the magic weapon and turned into an afterimage and flew towards their destination.
At this moment, all the monks from the Jailer Hall in the inner world gathered towards the destination according to the order's message.
It was able to attract the Jailer Hall to swarm, and it turned out to be a valley wrapped in thorns.
A dozen monks were wearing "heavenly" style robes. They were tied up with thorns and hung upside down in the air, with blood dripping continuously.
Apart from them, there were hundreds of casual cultivators, their bodies covered in blood and flesh, and their mental state was on the verge of collapse.
The force to which the valley belongs is called the "Temple of Pain."
It seems to be a Buddhist force, but the techniques he masters are more closely related to Taoism, but he is dressed awkwardly like a monk.
Each generation of headmaster of the Pain Temple has the title of "Pain Monk" and his disciples are called "Pain Monk".
Although there is no Heavenly Creepy Realm in charge, there are quite a few in the Yangshen Realm, seven in total.
Not only do they dress up as monks, they also tie thorns around their joints, causing indescribable severe pain just by walking around.
His back was covered with numerous scars caused by whipping.
The painful monk looks like he is seventy or eighty years old, with white hair and no beard. He is holding a bunch of iron knots in his hand, and the sharp burrs make the palm of his hand bleed.
The method of "overcoming suffering" in the Temple of Pain is very special. The creator does come from Buddhism and can assist in cultivation by absorbing the pain of others.
They tortured each other in morning classes every day, and tortured the imprisoned monks in the evenings.
At first, the Temple of Misery did not dare to offend the Heavenly Court. According to a long-circulated saying, there were more than one or two subordinates of the Heavenly Court.
But after contacting it, I found that Heaven seemed not as scary as imagined.
The Suffering Monk decisively captured dozens of heavenly monks, hoping to use them to practice their magic, but he didn't expect that things would backfire.
He pinched the iron knot hard, and his expression turned from pain to enjoyment.
What the suffering monk enjoys the most is the wailing sound that echoes in the valley. The strong vitality of the monk can guarantee repeated torture.
But the heavenly monks didn't respond at all, and they all looked like they were wandering.
It's not that they are immune to torture, but that they have already surrendered their souls to Dream City and cannot feel any strangeness in their bodies at all.
Even if the pain monk becomes angry and kills them, their souls can still go to the underworld, and it is better to become a ghost than to bury their bones in a foreign land.
Moreover, the senior officials of the Jailer Hall have made it clear that they will come to encircle and suppress the Temple of Pain.
The disc magic weapon parked quietly next to the valley. Xiao San'er and the two chose to wait there and set up some blocking magic circles.
Not long after, dozens of people arrived one after another, and they immediately joined in the formation of the magic circle.
Although Master Gu did not have the Immortal Key, Han Li informed him to go to the valley.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he was late for more than half an hour. Seeing that the situation was relatively safe, he showed up to build a defense line together.
When the formation was beginning to take shape, the painful monk had already noticed the heavenly monks outside the valley.
However, the outing mission issued by Ren Qing did not limit cultivation at all, so even the half-zombie realm was involved, making the scene extremely absurd.
No one would believe that the famous Heaven would be a pile of crooked melons and cracked dates.
The suffering monk was filled with disdain and had no intention of taking action. He was ready to fish out the big fish behind the heaven.
Little did he know that when Xiao San'er and other monks began to arrange the magic circle, the city defense system that Jailer Hall was best at had already taken shape.
Even if there are only a few Yin Cha Realm, plus dozens of Ghost Envoy Realm, they can withstand the firepower of Yang Shen Realm and even fight back.
Jailer Hall also has the advantage of being able to continuously replenish supplies through Mengcheng. In terms of protracted war, no force can compare with it.
The pain monk waited for a moment and gradually realized something was wrong.
Under the arrangements of Xiao San'er, the chief weapon refiner of the Prison Hall, the defense line outside the valley has begun to move closer to the cage, with a large number of metal pillars standing mysteriously everywhere.
A light mist enveloped the place, and birds and animals scrambled to escape in unison.
The valley has been shrouded in darkness, leaving only the faint light produced by the burning flames.
The pained monk's expression turned livid, and the development of the matter was beyond his expectation. If he didn't make up for it, I'm afraid the magic circle would really become a problem.
"Go and cut off the heads of the heavenly soldiers, make them into thorn puppets, and then release them."
"Yes, Master."
The suffering monks immediately agreed and hurried towards the center of the valley where the monk was hanging upside down. The unpleasant smell of blood hit their faces.
Their expressions were greedy, and they could feel the magic becoming active.
The casual cultivator was shivering, fearing that the suffering monk would undergo a new round of torture. The whipping instrument could amplify the pain a hundred times.
The thorns that bound them had penetrated deeply into their flesh, preventing the wounds from healing.
If you use your soul to sense it, you will find that the soul of the casual cultivator is unconsciously emitting aura, like blood-red mist-like smoke.
As the monks of the Temple of Pain breathe, smoke will enter their noses.
Dozens of people in the jailer's hall were located on the outer edge, and the suffering monk looked at them with deep disgust.
He doesn't react at all to pain. Why is the world such a weirdo?
The suffering monk first checked the number. There were fifty-six heavenly soldiers in total. Their cultivation levels were generally not high. It was hard to imagine that they would come to the deep Jingzhou.
"Bring them all down, remember to keep your body intact."
The elderly suffering monk looked at them, and then said with admiration: "The heavenly weapons are indeed a good material for refining the thorn puppets. The body has reached such a degree of alienation and has not lost control, which shows that the potential is unlimited!"
"Uh, Senior Brother Bo Nan, could it be that there are senior monks in heaven to guide you..."
"Shut up."
Bonan had a cold face. If the suffering monk heard what he said, it would not only be as simple as whipping, but he might have to swallow several kilograms of iron lumps.
The pain of the skin and flesh is nothing, the feeling of the churning of the internal organs is worse than life, and in the end even most of the cultivation will be wasted.
The other suffering monks did not dare to say anything and quickly took the iron rod to hook the heavenly soldiers down.
The heavenly soldiers were piled up in the open space, as casually as corpses in a mass grave, with scavenging maggots crawling all over their bodies.
"Senior brother, the quantity is wrong."
After Bo Nan heard this, he asked, "What's wrong with the quantity?"
"Brother, there are fifty-six of them in total, and we have already taken them down, but there seems to be one still hanging..."
He pointed to the top of his head. Above the thorny valley, he could faintly see a tall figure, seemingly watching the surroundings.
Bonan frowned and narrowed his eyes at the figure.
Fear arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, because the figure seemed to have six thick arms.
"What the hell?"
Bonan blinked, but his figure suddenly disappeared.
In the next breath, several suffering monks flew backwards, and a half-meter-large pit appeared on the ground. A man who looked like a demon walked slowly towards them.
It has six arms and six eyes, and is nearly three meters tall. Its whole body is burning with orange-red flames. Although it is not hot at all, it is frightening.
"I haven't been born for a long time, so I just take this opportunity to practice my skills."
"Where did Xiaoxiao come from?"
"Heaven."
Song Zongwu opened his mouth and squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Huobu, Huodexingjun."
He disappeared from the spot and tapped Bo Nan's brow with a finger. The latter seemed to have been hit hard by a battering ram, his mind went blank, and then he fell into endless darkness.
In the eyes of others, Bo Nan's head suddenly separated from his neck and smashed several people to death.
Song Zongwu moved around, the broken corpses of the suffering monks were everywhere on the ground, but not even a drop of his blood stained his robes.
His expression was cheerful, and his magic aura was exuded without concealment.
Counting the days in the stomach world, he probably hasn't made a move for a hundred years, suppressing the injuries in his body and soul every day.
Being haunted by karmic fire is more terrifying than imagined, and the body and soul are always at risk of alienation.
If Ren Qing had not had the means to divert the Karma Fire, Song Zongwu would have had to spend at least hundreds of years of exploration before he could barely stop the drawbacks caused by the Karma Fire under the influence of the Immortal Position.
After more than ten years of seclusion, Song Zongwu was finally able to balance the fire of karma without becoming helpless in the battle.
He took the seriously injured monk of the Jailer Hall into the world of his stomach through the fairy key.
"What a wonderful Lord Huodexing, what a heaven."
There was no hint of likes or dislikes in the tone of the agony monk, and he stabbed his arm directly into his chest, squeezing his heart, and his energy and blood surged.
In the center of the valley where scattered cultivators were spread, a dozen arms stretched out from the ground.
One after another, haggard old men crawled out, all with the cultivation of the Yang God Realm. Their skin and flesh were covered with red ants, which caused unparalleled pain to their bodies and souls at the same time.
"Wugou, why haven't you ascended yet?"
"As you said before, don't wake us up until we go deep into Jingzhou."
"Wugou, just for a monk who has not yet arrived at Xianke, is it necessary?"
They are all elders of the Temple of Pain, struggling to survive and looking for opportunities to break through. Unfortunately, there is no hope of passing on from generation to generation.
Now that his longevity has been exhausted, the price of each awakening is high.
It can be seen that the suffering monk is still very afraid of Song Zongwu, and he doesn't feel like he is in the same realm at all, so he came up with this strategy.
Multiple Yangshen realm auras erupted, and the monks in the Jailer Hall within the defense line could naturally detect them.
Master Gu felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and the Gu worms in his body were so frightened that they kept squirming.
But when he looked at the monks around him, they looked like it had nothing to do with him, and they seemed not to be worried that Song Zongwu would die as a result.
boom! ! !
The valley was shaken and dented by at least ten meters, causing air to flow backwards.
Song Zongwu tensed up his muscles, jumped into the air with both legs, and punched the suffering monk hard in the abdomen with a grin.
The suffering monk had no intention of resisting, and even deliberately spread his hands.
He admitted that Song Zongwu's strength was far beyond ordinary, so he awakened the elders to suppress the formation, but his own skills could definitely cause the opponent to suffer a big loss.
Overcoming suffering can transfer the pain suffered by the suffering monk to Song Zongwu.
The Suffering Monk believed that it was impossible for Song Zong to kill him with one blow, but the feedback pain would definitely make it difficult for the opponent to move.
As soon as his fist came into contact with the suffering monk, his internal organs were torn, blood vessels were broken, and blood spurted out uncontrollably from his facial features.
He took the hardship to the extreme and imposed it on Song Zongwu who could not hide or dodge.
As a result, the suffering monk discovered that Song Zongwu only raised his eyebrows, but there was nothing strange about him, as if he could not feel any pain.
"How can it be……"
"You probably don't know what it feels like to be haunted by karma, right?"
"I have been tortured for nearly a hundred years."
The suffering monk's pupils were dilated, and the strange flames burning in Song Zongwu's fists touched the skin and penetrated directly into the flesh and bones.
He let out a hysterical scream, and then his body became unconscious, and his three souls and seven souls were wiped out bit by bit.
Right under the elder's eyes, the suffering monk's soul dispersed and died.
The two fought for only a few breaths. From the outside, it seemed that the Suffering Monk took the initiative to meet the enemy with his chest and abdomen, and then there was no movement.
The suffering monks looked intoxicated. The pain the suffering monks endured before death was so severe that they benefited a lot from it.
The Great Elder said coldly: "You all tear apart the defense line, or prepare to swallow iron lumps."
The suffering monks did not dare to neglect and rushed towards the direction of the magic circle.
The monks of the Jailer Hall were ready. They took advantage of the terrain and the magic circle to fight against the suffering monks who came.
Boom boom boom...
Song Zongwu swooped down and fought with the six elders.
The art of listening can bring unparalleled perception, plus the blessing to the body, allowing him to achieve the perfection of Yang Shen realm in a short time.
Shura's law emphasizes physical fitness and defeats all laws with one force.
Although the Buddhist magic has been erased, there is still an invisible residue due to the karma, which has become his third magic.
In terms of combat power, among all the Yangshen realms in the Prison Hall, Song Zongwu was undoubtedly the first.
Master Gu's lips moved slightly. He finally saw clearly the details of Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Soldiers were able to face enemies that were many times more numerous, and Lord Huodexing unilaterally crushed seven people of the same realm.
"Lord Huo Dexing, the Temple of Pain has no intention of becoming your enemy..."
Click click click.
Song Zongwu directly broke Elder Chuyan's neck and kicked his head like a ball. His remaining arms easily caught attacks from all directions.
He is not without flaws. In fact, due to his magic, he is full of flaws.
The most terrifying thing about Song Zongwu is that he can use flaws to induce his opponent to attack, and his six arms form an airtight net.
As the battle continues, the enemy will become hesitant.
The great elder swung the thorn whip, but his expression became dull and stiff. Next to him, another headless corpse knelt on the ground.
"Don't kill..."
Before he could finish his words, Song Zongwu pinched his neck, and all the Yang Shen realms in the Pain Temple had turned into corpses, looking exactly the same as dead.
"Your spells are good. There is a monk from the Immortal Department in Heaven who will definitely like them."
Song Zongwu burst into laughter, threw the great elder into the underworld of the stomach world, and was immediately imprisoned in a cell on the third floor.
In order to prevent the content of the spell from being lost, he selected a few suffering monks who had cultivated in the Yin difference realm, and left the rest to the monks of the Jailer Hall.
The monks poured into the valley like wolves and tigers, and the resources of the Yangshen Realm were already extremely precious.
Xiao San'er had no intention of fighting, and came to Song Zong Wuben and asked: "Senior Song, will you be in charge of Jingzhou next?"
Song Zongwu was still nervous and stood high up in the valley with solemn eyes.
He didn't get a reply from Song Zong for a long time, so he followed the other person's gaze and saw that there seemed to be a shadow floating in the clouds.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole stalks behind. It really treats us like weak persimmons."
A giant, flat manta-ray-like object was revealed. It was obviously transformed by a monk from the Heavenly Creation Realm, and its body shape exceeded 500 meters.
All the monks in the valley were stunned.
Song Zongwu looked regretful.
"It's a pity that I need to practice with the Yangshen realm of each force first. Only when the energy and spirit reaches its peak can I have a slight degree of confidence against the enemy's treacherous realm."
"Now... there is no chance of winning."
Song Zongwu closed his eyes and communicated, his thoughts reaching Ren Qing in the deep world.
After traveling for a long time, Ren Qing and the others finally approached the pilgrimage site of Ten Thousand Buddhas. Not far away, they could see a crystal clear lake.
Seeing Ren Qing stop, Taoist Zhu couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"fine."
Ren Qing continued walking as if nothing had happened, but the ghostly figure on the soles of his feet separated a little bit from the body, and came from the world in the stomach to Jingzhou in the inner layer.
The manta monk shouted wildly: "The Dragon King of the Four Seas appears!"
"I want to see the inheritance of the ancient gods!!"
A low roar came, and a larger shadow enveloped the manta monk.
Ying Long stared at him indifferently, showing an unparalleled momentum. Just with the ten times difference in size, he knew that it would be difficult to match.
"..."
The dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the manta monk in one gulp.
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