Everyone who saw the eyeball began to scratch their bodies subconsciously.
A female monk who loved beauty suddenly let out a piercing scream.
At first, she just felt itching in her chest, and then she saw that her chest was getting bigger and bigger.
There are some things that small people think are small and big people think they are big. When you don’t have them, you think about them.
Although she was only in a different world, the reality was as small as the world in the gourd. The female monk was still slightly happy at this time, thinking that her dream had come true.
Unexpectedly, when he secretly opened his clothes and looked inside, he saw two terrifying human faces growing out of his chest.
The man's face rolled his eyes, his pale eyeballs turned outwards, looking up at her from the opening of his collar, looking at her evilly.
The nun was frightened.
So scream out loud.
Gradually, many people around me changed.
At the same time, some people began to go crazy and attacked those around them crazily.
"Everyone, don't look at it! Don't look at that eyeball. It is an evil thing, and there is a special curse contained in it. It is harmful to treat it." In the crowd, some strong-willed senior practitioners issued such a warning.
But it's not very useful.
Because those eyeballs not only exude terror and weirdness, they are also extremely attractive and naturally addictive.
"No, Master, I can't help it anymore. I want to see it... I want to see it. Master, dig out my eyes. Hurry up and dig out my eyes." A disciple of the Sword Sect asked the master next to him for help. .
However, his master did not pay attention to his words. Instead, he was holding the sword secret in his hand and reciting the sword sutra silently with all his strength.
He attempts to fight against this crazy attraction and weirdness through the vast sword scriptures, the majestic knowledge of swordsmanship, and his own belief in swordsmanship.
However, not long after, he directly opened his mouth and roared wildly.
"Nightmare Sword Sutra, Blood Eye Flying Sword...Why didn't I think of it before, why didn't I understand it before? This is the right way, this is the real Sword Sutra, this is the real pinnacle of swordsmanship...!" This sword The monk began to go crazy. He dug out his own eyeballs and wanted to use them to make sword pills.
"Everyone! Everyone! Don't panic! Don't panic!"
"Only the more sacred and greater can resist the power that we cannot understand. Everyone visualizes, visualizes the Taoist, visualizes the Buddha, or even visualizes the Demon Lord. No matter what it is... choose the one you are most familiar with , quickly visualize. Down to every hair, down to every scale, down to every detail... In the consciousness, they will be infinitely improved, infinitely mythical." Aunt Li used a dagger to dig out the hair on her arm. Eyeball, then yell.
After finishing speaking, Aunt Li took the lead in sitting down cross-legged and began to make up the image of Jiutian Dangmo Tianzun in her consciousness.
At Aunt Li's reminder, there were still some sensible monks. Most of them sat down cross-legged and began to visualize the ancestors of each family or some legendary mythical boss of their faith.
"In the way!" Ke Xiaoliang stood outside the world, looked down from a god's perspective, and snorted coldly.
Then, a dazzling sword light flew out from under the Duantian Cliff.
The sword light cut across the sky.
"who?"
"Whose sword energy pierced that eyeball?" The monks of the Sword Sect are particularly sensitive to the sword light. At this special time, they feel an inexplicable extra sense of glory.
"It does not pierce the eyeball, but cuts off our line of sight, making it impossible for us to look directly at the eyeball." said an elder of the Zhenwu Sect.
He dug out the strange mouths and sharp teeth that grew out of the palms of his hands.
"It should be the sword intention left by Murong Bai."
"I finally know why he left those words specifically."
"Words are just carriers. In addition to transmitting messages, they also have another function, which is to carry the sword's intention. In the form of words, it will remain for hundreds of years, until today."
"Everyone, run away! Don't stay here anymore."
"We have no way of knowing whether the person behind that eyeball is an evil god or something else. But it is definitely very powerful, even more powerful than our imagination." Brother Hai said.
"How is it possible... just a warrior? A warrior from a small different world... How can he leave behind such sword intent? Not only does it remain for hundreds of years, but it can also block the line of sight and prevent the pollution and invasion of the strange eye. ···!”
"Broken Void... Broken Void. After reaching the level of Broken Void, can the warriors in this world really have such great power?" There were many monks who had doubts about the power of warriors in this world. At this time, they were also inexplicable. There is more interest and exploration in this world of high martial arts.
Most of them just planned to use this world as a plot point harvesting area.
Now, some sincerity has begun to emerge.
Suddenly, the earth and mountains began to shake.
In the distance... something seemed to be shaking.
"what happened?"
"What the hell is happening here... What the hell is happening again?" The monk, whose sensitive nerves had been provoked repeatedly, roared on the verge of collapse.
In the distance, a mountain is moving.
"Then...there!"
"Does that person... look familiar?" Someone asked, pointing to the person pressing down at the foot of the mountain in the distance.
"Black skin! Black skin! It's the black skin who knows the vajra body!" The monk who had forgotten his name and could not forget the black skin suddenly shouted.
I saw that black skin, exuding a layer of golden light, the energy and blood all over the body were rushing, and the true energy evaporated into a cloud of smoke above the head.
He carries a mountain on his shoulders.
He was walking towards Duantian Cliff step by step with heavy steps.
Finally, he reached the foot of Broken Heaven Cliff.
Just heard a loud shout.
The mountain he was carrying on his shoulders was thrown heavily.
Everyone saw the shadow, which was quickly covering and falling.
"Run...the mountain is coming down!" the crowd roared.
Some people escaped immediately, but of course some people couldn't escape.
The final feeling is... so heavy, heavy, and sad.
The heavy mountain peaks pressed against the flattened Duantian Cliff, and a section of the cliff grew out of nothing.
At the same time, Lingyun Cave, which emitted shadows and projected eyeballs, was also buried under the mountain.
No matter how fierce the plasma spray is, it can't lift a mountain.
"The strength of a warrior can carry mountains."
"This is the Grandmaster... the Grandmaster who is called the Land God!" Among the remaining indigenous warriors, one of the old monks looked at the black-skinned figure, trembling all over, and finally made such a sound.
"Grandmaster?"
"Is this the Grandmaster?"
"Who the hell is this Grandmaster?"
"Then what is a grand master? What is a supreme grand master? What is a broken warrior?" The monks' minds were full of question marks at this moment.
Just... suddenly I felt that sense of superiority was gone.
Originally, they thought that the pinnacle of cultivation was to become an immortal and become an ancestor, to live forever and be able to look down on those rough and frizzy warriors. But now...it seems...not possible?
The magic value opened the gate and released the water, and the gurgling water kept pouring.
Ke Xiaoliang looked at his rising magic value and finally smiled.
"It seems... maybe... it should be... enough?" (Kowtow and ask for subscription! The waste of paper is really miserable. We work so hard on updates. As soon as they are put on the shelves, they are all subscribed and new ones are sold out!)
