Mutated Tao Chapter 233: Death

In the dark and dark cave, "Ring, ring, ring, boom, boom!"

Accompanied by this voice, Master You, Ershen and other brothers and sisters fought against the lion dance together.

Li Huowang didn't go over to help, because he saw that the lion dancer who was on the top had also come down, and he couldn't let the ghosts run over to flank them.

With a sound of "clang", Li Huowang drew his sword and rushed over there with a murderous aura.

Under the lion's body covered with white ears, dozens of pitch-black bare feet swayed wildly, and ran towards Li Huowang aggressively.

Soon, both sides saw each other's faces, and saw the killing intent in each other's eyes.

As the two crossed each other, the huge lion's body slammed into Li Huowang's body with a mass of stench, and the white ears on his body wiped away from him.

But Li Huowang, who was hit, didn't feel any damage on his face, he directly raised his long sword and cut towards the empty side.

The two quickly staggered, and the final result was that Li Huowang was unscathed, but there were several pairs of naked human feet left under the lion dance, all of which were cut off by Li Huowang.

Just now Li Huowang was just a phantom, and the lion dance didn't attack him at all. Long before he rushed over, Li Huowang had already switched his real and phantom positions.

Looking at the unscathed Li Huowang, the lion dancer's huge lantern left eye gradually moved up, revealing a dark round hole.

Seven or eight monkey-like withered black hands stretched out from inside, lying on the eyes like eyelashes.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen large and small eyes filled the huge eye sockets, and the expression on the entire man's face became vicious, staring at Li Huowang's body with those dozens of eyes.

Li Huowang gritted his teeth and looked at the thing in front of him coldly. No matter what it is, it is not a lion dance! Absolutely not!

"Da." Throwing the crutch under his arm, Li Huowang poked it heavily on the ground, staring at the thing in front of him with killing intent in his eyes. "Come on!"

The long sword in his hand lay across in front of his face, and he raised his left hand and slammed it towards the blade.

Following a light swipe, the **** rolled and flew into the air with blood splashes, swelled, pierced the flesh with sharp bone spurs, and spiraled towards the lion dancer.

The flying fingers were extremely fast, and before the lion dance could dodge, two **** red moles appeared on his huge round face.

The face pierced by Li Huowang's **** was still digging into it, accompanied by the sound of tearing flesh and blood, and thick black blood slowly flowed down those bare feet.

The person who controlled the lion dance was injured, but they still didn't want to give up. The lion's body shook violently like an animal shaking its hands. The white ears on its body flew up and began to float towards Li Huowang.

Of course this little thing troubled Li Huowang, a pair of cast iron pliers appeared in Li Huowang's hand, he put it into his mouth and pulled it hard, pulling out two back molars.

The white teeth rolled over and exploded violently, and the white ear was easily cut off by the flying broken teeth, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

The lion's body was also cut by broken teeth, and the red blood dyed the white lion's body red, which looked very miserable.

Seeing this scene, the lion dance seemed to know that it was scared, but it didn't make any sound, but the human legs under the lion's body kept swinging, trying to retreat into the darkness with the broken body.

Li Huowang naturally couldn't let him run away like this, and put the pliers into his mouth again.

Facing Li Huowang's offensive, the injured lion dance couldn't last long, and was soon killed by Li Huowang.

Not caring about taking a breath, Li Huowang non-stop helped others out of the siege. With Li Huowang joining, the battle over there was also without suspense.

As Li Huowang jumped onto the lion's head, he raised his sword and slashed down fiercely, following the edge of the huge dead man's face, he directly cut around the edge, directly peeling off the entire skin.

Without a face, the entire lion dance collapsed. With a loud bang of "Boom!", the huge lion dance fell heavily to the ground, and black sticky blood gradually seeped out from under the lion, staining everything underground red.

Li Huowang on the lion's back pulled out his sword, turned over and jumped off, panting and looking at the other people who were still in shock. "Are you all right?"

"It's nothing, it's just that Gao Zhijian's left ear was touched by the white ears and moved down an inch. Those white ears should be the things that met Sun Baolu back then." Chun Xiaoman replied.

Looking at Gao Zhijian, who had one ear higher than the other, Li Huowang nodded, then wiped the blood off the sword with his hem, and put it back into the scabbard.

Then he turned around and looked at the two very strange looking lion dancers again.

Behind the huge flat face is not the Qingqiu man holding the lion's head, but a mass of **** and bloated corpses.

The entire lion dance is one. Whether it is the hands supporting the lion's body or the moving feet below, they all come from a twisted and fearful creature.

Inside the **** lion dance are various organs suspended by blood vessels, which perfectly confirmed Li Huowang's conjecture.

Li Huowang doesn't know whether he grew up like this or was made like this by humans, but no matter which one is the truth, it can only mean that one is a bad result, or another worse result.

What's even scarier is that they not only exist in the dark underground, but also appear in the Qingqiu outside, and are regarded as a part of life by the Qingqiu people.

What saddened Li Huowang himself was that he found that he was not surprised at all.

"Oh my god, what's all this?" The terrified Gouwa stood aside, dumbfounded.

"It's obviously not like this." Sun Baolu looked at everything in front of him with a very complicated expression, and his cognition for more than ten years was overturned by this scene.

"Brother Li, what's going on with them?"

At this time, Li Huowang, who was standing next to the lion, didn't bother to care about the Lion Dance Palace in Qingqiu. Anyway, he was just passing by, and what happened outside had nothing to do with him.

He is now considering a question that concerns him closely.

Li Huowangjian carefully pawed at the organs inside the flesh and blood, as if he was looking for something.

"Senior Brother Li, what are you looking for?" But the Gouwa who asked the question couldn't understand Li Huowang's words.

"Looking for death."

"What?"

Li Huowang didn't explain anything, he frowned and looked at the huge wreck in front of him, thinking.

"Something is wrong. Zhengde Temple believes in flesh and blood Buddha, so they can use flesh and blood. The nuns in Anci Temple have rotten bodies, so they use rottenness. The giant tripod worshiped death before. The lion dance just didn't Death is not used."

Thinking of this, Li Huowang turned his head and looked in the direction of Juding again, "Could it be that there are other sects under the grass besides the Lion Dance Palace?"

As soon as this idea came out, Li Huowang felt inexplicably cold. This place is far more lively than him.