The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

"You wait for Xiaoxiao, how dare you be presumptuous here!" Only then did the three of them see clearly that not only the eyes of the clay bodhisattva were bright red, but the mouth of the clay statue could still speak? !

Although she looked annoyed, but coupled with her chapped mud face, it was a bit funny.

"Are you a clay bodhisattva? Where did you jump out?" Jing Zhan also had no intention of fighting to the death with Liu Chehan, and both of them stopped tacitly, protecting Su Wangli.

Liu Chehan also asked: "You raised those little ghosts?"

But how could the clay bodhisattva answer them? She frowned stiffly, and the clay sculpture that had already been formed had several cracks between her brows, and some sand and powder fell from her face. Straightening it a little bit, the fingers that were Lan Huazhi became tightly clenched, leaving only one index finger pointing at the three people.

"Boldly rebelling against the people, how can you disrespect God! You should be punished!" The confident female voice echoed in the empty temple and resounded throughout the wasteland. The incense in the temple was brightly lit, and the crackling sound of the candlelight became more piercing and strange in the echoing sound.

However, when the three of them were all buzzed by the sound like a bell, before they could react, they saw the figures of Hei Tuan rushing toward the three of them from all directions of the dilapidated small temple.

Before Jing Zhan could take a closer look, a black figure slid out of a bloody path on his neck. Su Wangli avoided the attack, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull Jing Zhan in front of him, and stretched out two fingers to lightly press on the path. The bloody mouth and fingertips continuously poured immortal power towards it.

Su Wangli's already unhealed body was weakened by such excessive consumption by Su Wangli, and all the immortal power that had not yet fully recovered was lost to Jing Zhan. At this moment, Su Wangli's face was pale, his lips were ashen, and his expression Appeared to be about to faint.

Jing Zhan only felt a slight burning in the deep mouth of the neck, and the original strong pain was gradually weakening until it disappeared.

Seeing that the wound was completely healed, Su Wangli let him go and pushed him away with a palm, only to see a pitch-black figure flashing past the two of them quickly. Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the black figure did not give up He opened his mouth wide, revealing his sharp fangs, and rushed towards Jing Zhan again.

How could Jing Zhan suffer another loss?

He stretched out his hand to call out "Nianjun", the petals of the rattan chains were like sharp knives emitting countless thunderbolt red lights, sending out zigzag scarlet lightning, splitting the black shadow rushing towards him in the blink of an eye, splitting into pieces abruptly. The two halves blasted several miles away.

The powerful air blast directly split the dense black shadows around him, forcing the group of child ghosts to retreat from the three of them and jump to the sides of the clay bodhisattva.

Only then did Jing Zhan take a closer look, the black shadows were lying on the altar with four legs like toads, densely wrapped in the mud Buddha, opened their bloody mouths, and stared straight at the two big eyes Staring at the three of them, as if looking at three pieces of fat, sticky saliva dripped from his mouth.

Su Wangli also saw clearly, but when he saw clearly, his fox eyes narrowed even more, and his brows were lowered.

These child ghosts are not looking at the three of them, but the hearts of the three of them!

I saw this group of black clams and toads arching their weak and boneless backs, and hooking them directly towards the three of them. Their dark limbs and legs bulged out like blue veins due to their exertion. It can be seen that if they are not careful, they will He will wrap his body tightly around his head and strangle his neck. At that time, it will be difficult even if he wants to live.

"Good will be rewarded with good, evil will be rewarded with evil, and injustice will be repaid with injustice. You are all people with evil thoughts, but you don't know how to turn around, and dare to make trouble in the Posa temple! You can only eat the evil fruit yourself!" I look merciful, muttering words in my mouth.

"Oh! What are you! It's just a pile of mud!" Jing Zhan couldn't bear this kind of rhetoric, and couldn't help cursing back directly, and the flower vines in his hands were also crackling angrily.

"Evil animal! I don't know what to do! Kill—!" It seemed that this sentence touched the back of the clay bodhisattva. After Jing Zhan finished cursing, the clay bodhisattva couldn't say what he wanted to say, and his pair of clay statues frowned even more. Tightly, pointing fingers from the three of them directly to Jing Zhan, the voice of anger flooded the temple like a huge wave.

With an order, all the densely packed child ghosts pounced on Jing Zhan, wrapped him tightly, and squirmed on Jing Zhan like a dark wave.

Seeing this, Su Wangli's heart jumped wildly, and his calm face showed a rare panic, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Jing Zhan——!"

He stretched out his hand to call out Everlasting Regret, but it was a pity that too much energy was spent on Jing Zhan's healing. This time he only relied on his own body to recover. If it didn't take a year or so, it would be impossible for him to return to his original appearance. Now Not to mention eternal hatred, he couldn't even release Xianli!

"Liu Chehan!" Su Wangli stared straight at Liu Chehan with a pair of eyes, apart from the panic, there was even a few pleadings mixed in.

If Jing Zhan knew that his master, the arrogant and indifferent Immortal Yaohua, went to beg a lunatic for himself, he would never allow it!

It's a pity that Jing Zhan can't even take care of himself now, more and more child ghosts are rushing straight at him, they are too close, their hands are restricted, they can't use force at all, they can only cast spells to cast a barrier, the child ghosts Although the ability is not strong, but the number is too large, and he alone can't resist it at all. I saw one rushing to Jing Zhan's eyes, with its four claws firmly grasping the glazed barrier set by Jing Zhan, and opened its mouth brightly. There was a crackling sound as soon as the fangs came out.

Sweat dripped from Jing Zhan's temples, his hands trembling uncontrollably when casting spells.

He has to hold on now, if the barrier is broken through accidentally, then this mouth...

Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.

Liu Chehan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jing Zhan, stretched out a white jade hand to look back and forth, and said lazily, "Why should I help him?"

Su Wangli clenched his hands into fists, he only hated himself for being too weak, if...if...

If he hadn't worked so hard at that time... the him at this moment... is still complete...

"Liu Chehan, I beg you..."

Trembling and humble begging, Immortal Yaohua has never begged anyone, mother said, a man should stand upright, but...

He didn't make it...

For Jing Zhan...

Immortal Yaohua finally lowered his head, bent his waist, and lost the world...

Liu Chehan didn't know why, but when he saw Su Wangli's appearance, he felt inexplicably irritable, and a nameless anger sprang up, and he put down his hand, pulled out his sword, and said impatiently: "Tsk... ..put away your look! It's disgusting to see!"

After saying that, he soared up, and slashed straight into the surging undercurrent.

Jing Zhan only heard countless screams ringing in his ears, and then his pair of narrow eyes widened, only to see the big mouth of the little ghost reflected in it, and he didn't close it again, slipping off the thin wall of the barrier abruptly On the ground, it turned into a wisp of black smoke and floated into the gap between the eyebrows of the clay bodhisattva.

All the dead child ghosts turned into black smoke and poured into the mud bodhisattva, while only half of the child ghosts left directly rushed towards Liu Chehan and Jing Zhan.

The two evaded resistance one after another.

Nianjun vines waved in the air with such a fast speed that they left behind black and red phantoms wherever they passed, Liu Chehan was not under it, and the dragon pattern and sword flashed and reflected silver light in the air, splitting all the black shadows.

"I saved your life again, you smell bad, call Brother Engong to come and listen." Liu Chehan still has the leisure and elegance to make sarcastic remarks here.

Jing Zhan frowned, staring straight at every shadow, and shouted, "Get out!"

Liu Chehan immediately refused, and his face that was still smiling immediately collapsed, his eyes were cold, and he said coldly: "If you didn't make her angry with your cheap talk, how could these things come here!"

"I didn't ask you to save me!" Jing Zhan retorted angrily.

Liu Chehan kept silent at this time, but still waved his sword to resist the attack of the little ghost.

Seeing that he still didn't leave, Jing Zhan said angrily, "I said I don't need your help!"

"To shut up!"

For the first time, Liu Chehan, who was always calm and frivolous, got angry and yelled at Jing Zhan regardless of his image.

"Who wants to help you!"

If it wasn't for Su Wangli's pleading, I wouldn't want to step into this muddy water!

The altar was overturned, and all the incense candle offerings were overturned to the ground. A big red incense candle rolled to Su Wangli's feet.

Su Wangli looked closely at Jing Zhan, afraid that he would hurt him again.

He only hated himself as a useless person at the moment, unable to help him.

Then he turned around and looked at the Ni Bodhisattva, only to see the Ni Bodhisattva standing firmly on the altar, his eyes closed, the orchid fingers standing in front of him, and he regained his indifferent appearance.

It seems...she can't move...

Can we only rely on these child ghosts?

Su Wangli was determined to give it a try, pretending to be calm and composed, put his trembling hands behind his back, and said, "Does the Bodhisattva have no evil thoughts?"

"Of course not. As a god, I am devoted to saving all sentient beings. Why do I have evil thoughts?" I saw that the mud bodhisattva didn't even open his eyes, just moved his mouth, and his voice echoed in the ruined temple. It was a mess, but he still acted calmly.

"Oh? That's it..." Su Wangli had a smile on his lips, narrowed his eyes and stared at the clay bodhisattva, sizing up the subtle changes in her clay face.

"Then Bodhisattva, if you're not mud, what are you?"

Su Wangli thought well, Jing Zhan's words were the reverse scale of this clay bodhisattva, and the bodhisattva opened his eyes instantly, his face was angry and gloomy, but he still controlled his anger, saying: "Bold madman! What are you? Things! How dare you talk to me like that!"

"Of course it's something that will kill you." Su Wangli said lightly, but the hands behind him trembled even more.

If he is right, these little ghosts are all transformed by the evil thoughts of this mud bodhisattva, and they will naturally return to their original bodies after death. If he angers her and these little ghosts rush towards him, he can continue to hate and absorb the evil thoughts. Generally, even if you lose all your immortal power, you can get rid of this thing.

Everlasting Sorrow is an ancient artifact, transformed by the divine beast Qinglong, divided into half of spirit and evil, not only can instill spiritual power, but if it has evil thoughts, it can still make it exert its due power.

"Bold! How dare you have such evil thoughts! What kind of monster are you!" Another roar resounded through the temple.

The corner of Su Wangli's mouth was even more smiling, and things were developing step by step according to his expectations, so the next step is to deal with these little ghosts......

But although the clay bodhisattva roared furiously, he didn't give any orders to these night cryers, and saw that this group of things still firmly trapped Jing Zhan and Liu Chehan.

Su Wangli frowned, a crack appeared in his indifferent expression.

"Want to annoy me?"

The corners of the mud bodhisattva's mouth raised, and his frowning brows eased away. He still had a compassionate look, and his voice returned to his original calm, saying, "So this is your demon? If you let him know, what will happen?" ?”

"!"

Su Wangli finally stopped being indifferent, he knew who Su Wangli was referring to better than anyone else.

As long as everything comes to Jing Zhan, he will be Su Wangli's demon!

"What are you going to do!" he yelled, rushing straight at the clay bodhisattva.

Unexpectedly, when Su Wangli panicked, four child ghosts rushed out, opened their bloody mouths, and bit Su Wangli's legs and hands!

The fangs pierced into Su Wangli's tender flesh, and the bright red blood flowed all over the mud in an instant, firmly fixing Su Wangli, who was like a disabled person at the moment, in place.

The piercing pain made Su Wangli clench his molars tightly, but he didn't cry out, his face was covered with sweat.

Jing Zhan kept paying attention to Su Wangli's side, but saw that Su Wangli had never used force, and when he was not paying attention, he saw his master was bitten by the wrist and ankle.

"Master!"

Panicked for a moment, he jumped up and jumped out of the surrounding layers and rushed directly to Su Wangli.

But in an instant, a black shadow quickly rushed into Jing Zhan's eyebrows. In just an instant, Jing Zhan lost consciousness, and fell to the ground while still in mid-air, stirring up thousands of layers of dust. The mask fell out of his arms and rolled down. On the ground, rub the dirt.

"Su...forget...li..."

Until the last moment when he closed his eyes, he still struggled to crawl towards Su Wangli.

"Jing Zhan—!"

Su Wangli's face was pale, and his whole body was trembling due to the pain. Seeing that Jing Zhan was tricking him, he struggled and shouted with all his strength.

Without Jing Zhan, Liu Chehan alone would not be able to resist the thousands of children ghosts like swarms of ants. Within a moment, his Tsing Yi was stained with blood, and he gritted his teeth to resist the attack.

All three were restrained and unable to move.

"Inner demons are beliefs. If you have good thoughts, you will enter bliss, and if you have evil thoughts, you will go to hell. If he knows your inner demons, will he be so frank with you?" But the lofty clay bodhisattva is still radiant, compassionate and joyful.

"Fate has no definite number, only a thought, let him see your demons."