Treading Blood to Sky’s End Chapter 112: Succumbed to the trapped dragon
The long-haired ghost came to report: "Master Yinjian, since that kid has been recruited, how should we deal with him?"
"Behead him hand and foot and throw him out of hell."
"Yes!" The long-haired ghost was excited.
Although I didn’t get to enjoy the feast for everyone, it’s still good to have some hands and feet to nibble on.
The Fu Tumen disciple did not expect that he would not be able to escape in the end. He roared unwillingly and cursed Zhang Tianliu for being dishonest.
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The ghosts laughed.
Bai Wusha said pitifully: "It is a capital crime to break into the underworld by force. Master Yin sentenced you to be merciful and spared your life. They are your reborn parents. You are not grateful but you are saying evil words. It is really unreasonable. Master Bai will let you Know what a life movie is."
Bai Wusha approached the disciples of the Futu Sect while swinging two sickles.
The Futu Sect disciples trembled, but said with a ferocious expression: "What a capital crime, it's just your nonsense. Since a living person will die in the underworld, why can you go to the upper world to cause trouble?"
These words stunned the ghosts.
Seeing the situation, the disciples of the Futu Sect became even more arrogant and said, "I can't explain it. The evil outside the Ghost Sect has become evil. Have you counted how many people have been killed?"
Suddenly, two black lights flew over and instantly chopped off the hands and legs of the Fu Tumen disciples.
The disciples of the Futu Sect didn’t seem to have come back to their senses when they heard Zhang Tianliu put away his black light and said: “It’s not like I won’t kill you, you insist on raising dirty beads, and in the end you say that ghosts are harmful to people, so you can get some face. No? Throw it out."
"Yes!" The black and white evil spirits smiled ferociously and grabbed the screaming Fu Tumen disciple and flew towards the ghost gate.
As soon as they came out of the ghost gate, Black and White Shuangsha threw the disciples of the Futu Sect out of the palace. After glancing at the empty surroundings, Bai Wusha said coldly: "I think this kid doesn't understand, so I cut off one of his arms and legs as a punishment." , if there is a next time, those who break into the ghost gate..."
Hei Wusha shouted gloomily: "Death!"
As the sound echoed, the black and white evil spirits turned around and entered the ghost gate.
The disciples of the four major sects hiding outside were all trembling.
Only the Fu Tumen disciples were angry and angry. Seeing that Junior Brother Qiu, who was seriously injured and dying, was about to be eaten by the walking corpses wandering in the palace, they had no choice but to expose their identities and rush out to rescue him.
……
The same night.
Shengjing, Star Observation Deck.
An old man sat on the stage, with his white hair swaying in the wind behind him, like a dancing silver snake, eight feet long.
Everyone knows that there is a national teacher on pilgrimage, but few people have seen him. It is even more unimaginable that in the center of this holy capital, on the top of the thousand-foot square pillar that no one seems to be able to climb, this person can sit on the top of the high platform. It's a thousand years.
In the starry sky, a speck of dust flashes away.
A moved expression appeared on the Imperial Master's old, sickly face, and his withered lips were slightly open, as if in silent mourning.
He picked up a pen and wrote on a note: "The peak master fell, surrendered to the trapped dragon."
The note fell out of my hands, fluctuating with the wind, and I don’t know where it landed.
But one day later, the whole country was shocked.
The Lord of the Fifth Peak is dead, not at the Fifth Peak, but in the trapped dragon!
The calamity of this life has passed. The calamity of the next life will come.
Yingtian's becoming a saint is not a legend.
Countless hearts are moved.
Help him grow up when he is young, and he will be protected by saints.
But the heart is full of excitement, and not many people dare to join in the fun.
The Holy Emperor came to the star observatory in person, and the strong wind was surrounding him, unable to lift a corner of his dragon robe.
"Where is the trapped dragon?" asked the Holy Emperor.
The Imperial Master looked down at the Holy Capital thousands of feet below. Thousands of years ago, the streets and buildings below could be covered with one hand. In the blink of an eye, it was already vast and boundless.
The mountains in the distance were once home to countless ferocious beasts. I vaguely remember that I once narrowly escaped death there. Now, with bright lights and stars all over the mountains, it is now the bustling Taixue Academy, a sacred place on earth.
"I want to ask you something." The Holy Emperor asked again.
"The clouds and mountains are surrounded by fog..."
"Sea of fog?"
The Holy Emperor frowned, but then he heard the Imperial Master read: "Maybe Shenjiang Ghost Village, or Donglin Mountain Kiln, or Lianshan Wengcheng, or Nantian Cape..."
"If you think that the matter will be extended to the entire trapped dragon, I will not dare to take action."
The national master said expressionlessly: "If you kill the trapped dragon, the country will perish."
"You are forcing me to allow no one to be born in the trapped dragon for a hundred years."
The Imperial Master raised his head and looked up at the Holy Emperor.
The Holy Emperor has no fear and looks at him.
The Imperial Master looked back and whispered: "It is better to follow the living than to seek death. Wherever your heart goes, there must be the soul of a saint."
……
A ray of rays of light penetrated the sky like a sharp sword, and carried the clouds and mist in the sky like a dragon. In the shocked eyes of the disciples of the four major sects, the rays of rays of light rushed into the ghost gate in an instant.
"Who?"
"Cultivation like this will definitely lead you back to your true nature!"
"A strong person who has returned to his true nature forcefully breaks through the ghost gate, could it be..."
The remaining three factions are still speculating.
Only the Cangyu sect was holding their breath and concentrating, looking at the secret message that the senior brother had decoded from the messenger bird.
"The Peak Master has fallen, surrendered to the trapped dragon!" As soon as Senior Brother Cang Yu said this, the collective was in an uproar.
The saint is really dead! He also died in the Quelong Mountain Range.
"Isn't it right here?" A disciple frowned.
While they were talking, several more rays of light broke through the ghost gate.
Seeing this scene, Senior Brother Cang Yu said gloomily: "Even if it weren't here, this is the only ghost gate in the entire Quelong Mountain Range. If we don't enter the underworld from here, how can we still hope to find help from the underworld judge?"
"Then let's..." A disciple was tempted.
Elder brother Cang Yu snorted coldly: "Stop dreaming. All those who go in are strong people who have returned to their true nature. Just report to the sect."
The other three sects also learned the news one after another, and were shocked and excited for a while.
The saint did indeed die in Quelong, but it was uncertain whether he was in the Sea of Fog. They could only report the situation here to the sect, and the sect would decide everything.
It’s a mess.
Zhang Tianliu did not expect that seriously injuring the Fu Tumen disciples not only failed to deter him, but also seemed to anger the guys outside, who rushed in one after another to cause trouble for him!
"You really think I'm easy to bully, come on!"
At the command of Master Yin Juan, the black and white demons, Zhong Gui Changmao and the four powerful generals all rushed towards the ghost gate.
The more than a hundred ghosts currently recruited showed no fear and followed the four ghosts to kill them.
The person who rushed into the ghost gate was led by a woman. This woman was as airy as a fairy, and her movements were outstanding. She also carried this terrifying power. As soon as she made a move, Hei Wusha's right arm was shattered.
Hei Wusha was completely unafraid, his one-armed dung fork danced wildly, whipping up the sinister wind and sweeping towards the woman.
At the moment when the woman's arms were separated, Bai Wusha was suddenly close to her eyes. Two sickles flew out of her hands and hooked into the woman's shoulders. Blood immediately splattered. Bai Wusha grabbed the sickles and kicked them. After stepping on the woman's chest, the woman groaned, her arms were cut off by the sickle, and she was embedded on the stone steps in front of the Ghost Kingdom's palace.
Before she could get up, a group of ghosts pounced on her and chopped her into pieces in the blink of an eye.
Bai Wusha grabbed the woman's severed hand and threw it to Hei Wusha.
Hei Wusha didn't mind it either. He grabbed the severed hand and pressed it on the empty shoulder. The slender arm of a woman suddenly swelled into a man's arm.
Hei Wusha clenched his fists, nodded with satisfaction, waved his dung fork with both arms and rushed towards the other monk who was fighting the long-haired ghost.
“Damn it, I can’t use the five elements magic in this **** place!”
"The sword light can penetrate three miles outside, but it will disperse within half a mile here, and the true energy cannot be restored. Everyone, be careful."
"A bunch of idiots who dare to cross the underworld without knowing anything, look at the thunder in my palms!" An old man roared angrily, and arcs wrapped around his palms, making a crackling sound. When he clapped his palms, thunder burst out from his palms. , and in an instant, a fleeing ghost was beaten to death.
But not everyone can use palm thunder, but there are not only thunder techniques to restrain ghosts, but also many magical weapons.
Among them, there was one person who stood out. He waved a two-foot-long black flag back and forth, and thousands of evil souls surged out like black wind, tearing a group of ghosts into pieces and swallowing them up in an instant!
If Zhong Gui hadn't controlled the Yin Qi to turn into a wall of wind to resist the evil spirit, I'm afraid all the ghosts would have been swallowed by the evil spirit.
"No, it's the Evil Soul Flag! The clock ghost can't stop it for long." Peng Hua appeared to remind Zhang Tianliu.
"It can't be your thing, right?" Zhang Tianliu said with an ugly expression.
Peng Hua said: "Although it is not refined by me, it is indeed refined using the secret method of the Ghost Sect."
"Then why don't you take action to solve the problem?" Zhang Tianliu said angrily.
"If I live, one move is enough."
The implication is that there is nothing you can do if you die!
As if afraid that Zhang Tianliu would not believe it, Peng Hua explained helplessly: "The Evil Soul Banner uses evil to cure ghosts. It is naturally restrained against ghosts, and the more ghosts it swallows, the stronger the power of the Evil Soul Banner. This person's appearance is definitely not just for saints. Come! ”