After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 142|Gods and Buddhas

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Forward or backward?

The statue of the King of Heaven looks down at the "invaders" in the tower with his eyebrows lowered.

Fang Lingqing's mouth went dry: "This... what is this?"

The four kings of nurses woke up from their deep sleep and began to move their limbs. The cyan Southern Growth King raised his arm and pressed down the sword in his hand towards where Qiao Wan and others were.

The giant sword glowing with cold light is under the hood!

Qiao Wan jumped up and rushed to the stairs not far away, shouting: "Up!!"

The giant sword hit the ground, and cracks opened in the lotus pattern floor tiles, like another broken lotus on top of the lotus. As the lotus bloomed one after another, the entire pagoda seemed to begin to shake. .

Qiao Wan and the others ran upstairs like crazy along the stairs!

The stairs spread upward layer by layer, forming a nine-story pagoda. Qiao Wan ran until her chest and lungs burst, but she did not dare to stop. There might be a glimmer of hope as she went up.

Yu Xingzhi was injured in the front, his thigh was so injured that the bones were visible, and he ran upstairs in embarrassment dragging one leg.

It was embarrassing enough to be rescued by Lu Cixian and his gang, and judging from Lu Cixian's appearance, it seemed that rescuing him was not his original intention.

Yu Xingzhi gritted his teeth and said nothing, dragging half of his thigh and followed Qiao Wan and others.

Who doesn’t want to live?

No matter how embarrassed he is, he has to hug Lu Cixian and the others tightly at this time and live in an ignoble way.

Bang! ~Bang! boom!

There were rumbling footsteps one after another from the bottom of the stairs. The "Four King Kongs" took steps and chased them step by step.

At this critical moment, Qiao Wan couldn't control her desire to complain: What the **** are these special filming scenes! !

Every time the four kings behind them took a step, the stairs shook. Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing also shook on the stairs. Their footsteps all slipped and they almost rolled down together.

Step on to the second floor.

In the center of the second floor, there are three Buddha statues sitting back to back, with their eyes downcast and incense mist lingering in front of them. A table of stumps and minced meat are scattered on the incense table.

The three Buddha statues turned their heads as if they were aware of it and began to move.

As soon as Qiao Wan rushed into the second floor, she secretly screamed something bad, jumped over the three Buddha statues, and climbed to the third floor in one go!

"Don't stop!! Run up!!"

Fang Lingqing followed closely and saw the three moving Buddha statues at a glance. His heart almost jumped out of his throat, so he had to grit his teeth and keep charging forward. I couldn't help but doubt in my heart.

What the **** is this place! !

Yu Xingzhi furrowed his brows and looked intently all the way, not even looking at the scraps of meat on the ground. He continued to climb up while holding on to the railing, and a red blood trail stretched out from his thigh that was dragging on the ground.

After the hearse drifted, everyone, led by Qiao Wan, played a later sport called "parkour".

Going up, the wall at the corner of the stairs has also been hollowed out with Buddhist niches. In the Buddhist niches are placed Bodhisattvas and Arhats with different expressions, sitting or lying down. The "gods and Buddhas" from the heavens stepped down from the shrine one after another, and the relief lines on the wall squirmed, as if they had come to life.

The smell of blood became stronger, and more and more stumps and organs were scattered on the ground, mixed with bits of minced meat, nails and hair.

The third floor.

The fourth floor.

He rushed to the fifth floor and hit the corner, and a sharp giant ax fell from mid-air.

At the critical moment, Qiao Wan rolled on the spot, and the ax brushed against his back, sending a biting chill down his tailbone. When he raised his head, he saw the "Bodhisattva" holding the giant ax with wide eyes and a silk cloth behind him. Move with the wind.

The stairs could not bear the weight of the falling axe, and "Carrara" collapsed inch by inch.

Fang Lingqing and Wang Ruyi, who were following behind, opened their eyes wide, looking at the collapsed stairs in front of them, feeling more than a little bit sad in their hearts.

Qiao Wan raised her foot and kicked hard, turned over and jumped onto the shoulders of the Buddha statue, slid down the back, and said coldly in the direction of Fang Lingqing: "Come up!!"

Fight.

Fang Lingqing gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, her energy dropped from her dantian, and she jumped up.

It was easier here for Wang Ruyi. With a flick of her hair, she wrapped around Qiao Wan's arm and "flew" over the collapsed stairs.

At this time, Yu Xingzhi had just turned the corner of the stairs.

When the stairs collapsed, the flying wood debris and thick smoke obscured the young man's figure.

Yu Xingzhi paused when the collapsed stairs blocked his way forward.

Can't go up.

The sound of footsteps behind him was loud, and the "Bodhisattvas of the gods" were rushing towards this direction.

Qiao Wan blinked, and despite being separated by the swirling dust and smoke, her eyes still met those of Yu Xingzhi.

Although she also admired Yu Xingzhi's willingness to protect his fellow disciples, her stance was different. Not taking the opportunity to push Yu Xingzhi downstairs (?) was already her respect for this senior fellow from Shandao Academy.

As for saving him, she is not so kind. After all, people are always protective and selfish. Since she has decided to overthrow Shandao Academy, it is best not to develop any other "comradeship" with the enemy who will live and die together. .

Qiao Wan withdrew her gaze, turned around and picked up her steps to continue climbing upstairs.

It was no surprise to him that Lu Cixian was unwilling to save him.

Yu Xingzhi pursed his lips, turned around downstairs, drew his sword, and was ready to fight to the death with the strange thing in the pagoda.

On the contrary, Wang Ruyi glanced in the direction of Yu Xingzhi and shook out her hair.

"Come up!"

The young man was stunned.

Wang Ruyi urged: "Look what I am doing, come up!"

No one wants to die. Since this mummy is willing to save him, Yu Xingzhi doesn't hesitate, reaches out his hand and firmly grasps the handful of jet-black hair in front of him.

Wang Ruyi took two steps forward and accelerated!

Forcibly dragged this big man up.

"It hurts, it hurts." The female corpse rubbed her head and whispered.

Seeing such a horrifying scene of a female corpse acting coquettishly, Yu Xingzhi glanced at Wang Ruyi from the corner of his eye without saying a word.

Wang Ruyi put his hands on his knees and squatted in front of Yu Xingzhi, tilting his dry head and looking at him: "Yong Lang?"

This title seems particularly intimate at this time.

What's more, it was shouted by the horrifying mummy in front of him.

Although he didn't know who the little mummy in front of him was calling, Yu Xingzhi had no intention of talking to such an ugly mummy.

This little mummy may have mistakenly recognized the person, so he saved him again and again. Although Yu Xingzhi was cold, he did not deny it, and said concisely: "Thank you for saving my life."

Wang Ruyi was not stupid, and he immediately caught the subtle disgust in the young man's eyes.

The girl smiled thoughtfully: "Do you think I'm ugly?"

Looking at Yu Xingzhi's face, Wang Ruyi said frankly: "Are you uglier than me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man in front of him froze.

Who does this little mummy say is ugly? ! !

Although his cultivation level is not as good as Ye Xiyuan's, his face is more than twice as handsome as Ye Xiyuan's.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.

To say that he could be called handsome before, after this battle, his arm was broken, half of his thigh was missing, and half of his proud face was eaten, revealing the ferocious blood-red muscle tissue, which is indeed the same as " "Beautiful" is no longer relevant.

Yu Xingzhi's narrow eyes suddenly filled with anger.

Who is ugly? ! This mummy is so ugly, how dare you call him ugly? !

……

Flying up the stairs, Qiao Wan clenched her hands and counted silently in her mind.

Sixth floor, seventh floor, eighth floor.

When he rushed to the ninth floor, Qiao Wan braked suddenly and gestured to Fang Lingqing behind him.

Hitting his head against the boy's broad and strong back, his nose felt sore, and Fang Lingqing almost burst into tears.

How did Lu Cixian grow so much tendons?

However, what Qiao Wan said next made Fang Lingqing hug her arms tightly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The young man's face was as dark as water: "There is someone up there."

After hearing Qiao Wan's words, Fang Lingqing and Yu Xingzhi both calmed down and took a closer look.

On the ninth floor, there was indeed a vague movement.

The movement was a bit like a knife cutting flesh, skillfully cutting through the muscle tissue again and again. Not only that, the smell of blood was stronger than downstairs.

At this time, the movements on the eight floors below were almost inaudible.

The Buddhas return to their thrones.

Qiao Wan turned around and continued to gesture, leaning against the wall and moving up bit by bit.

Then he leaned against the wall and waited for a while, then stuck his head out and looked at the center with the corner of his eye.

There is also an incense table in the middle, but it is only a foot long and half wide. On the incense table lies something that can be regarded as a "human figure".

Behind this, stood a woman in colored porcelain, holding a sharp knife in her hand, and a hammer and scissors were placed on the table.

The woman in colored porcelain stabbed the thigh of the human animal on the table with the sharp knife in her hand. The tip of the knife was pulled down along the muscle tissue, and she skillfully cut it open. She cut the meat into pieces one by one, and chopped off a piece of meat. The fingers were neatly placed on the plate on the left hand side.

"It" is made very meticulously, and when doing this, its movements are as vivid as a real "butcher".

Qiao Wan moved on her toes and was about to turn back to find Fang Lingqing.

Suddenly, something seemed to fall on my scalp.

When the wind blows, it sways gently above the head.

Looking up, my eyes happened to hit a piece of "dried human meat" that had been disemboweled, eviscerated, and hung up to dry! !

"This is [戠]."

It is also a way of sacrificing human animals.

Fang Lingqing's hoarse voice sounded from behind.

This is a real scene of human sacrifice.

As for the object of worship——

Thinking of the "Bodhisattva of Heavens" downstairs.

It is almost self-evident who the target is.

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Hurry up——

Run faster——

Running panting in the direction of Jiuyue Mountain, the young man almost collapsed and whined with tears streaming down his face.

Zheng Daoyou is dead.

Yao Daoyou is dead.

Fellow Daoist Meng was trapped in the temple.

Fellow Daoist Dou who came out with him to ask for help is also dead!

Everyone is dead!

As soon as I closed my eyes, all I could think of was the "Bodhisattva" with a smile on his face deep in the light.

Ghost Market, this is not a Dharma conference at all, this is simply a massacre! ! They... they are simply pigs and dogs in captivity! !

"Isn't this Dao Xin Sect's... Fellow Daoist Zhao?"

"Shouldn't you be in the ghost market at this time? Why did you come out?"

Seeing the person coming from a distance, the Guangming Hall disciple guarding the gate didn't know why and looked at each other in surprise.

Finally I saw the mountain gate of the Great Guangming Hall, and looked at the majestic and dazzling treasure halls not far away.

Zhao Ting's knees weakened, he stumbled and fell in front of the mountain gate!

"Go quickly..." Zhao Ting raised his eyes and said solemnly: "Go to the venerable quickly!"

The young man's body was covered in blood, his lips were trembling, and tears burst into his eyes.

"Fellow Taoist?!"

"What's wrong?! Fellow Taoist, don't worry!"

Zhao Ting lowered his head, gasped, and roared: "Quick... find Master Miaofa quickly!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of wheels rolling across the ground.

The man's voice was low and magnetic: "Venerable Miaofa is currently practicing meditation at the foot of Dingren Peak."

Zhao Ting was stunned. The man was sitting in a wheelchair, and behind him stood a tall and powerful man with a sword at his waist.

He raised his eyes, revealing a disfigured face, with a frightening cold light in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "If you have anything to do, why don't you tell me first?"