Mutated Tao Chapter 256: Lama

It was completely dark, and they took out the green fluorescent stones, illuminating everything around them. Li Huowang didn't stop, everyone's expressions were tense and they kept on going.

Gradually, the crescent moon with only a thin edge began to rise and hang in the sky, and the silver light sprinkled to the earth.

Standing on the roof of the car, Li Huowang looked behind from time to time, and he found that the black ball before had disappeared at some point.

"Leaving? What is that? What is that thing attracted to? Is it me? Or is it the newborn child?" He was making wild guesses in his mind with uncertainty.

At this moment, Li Huowang suddenly felt the bullock cart under him stop, "Don't stop! Keep going!"

But his rare order did not make the bullock cart move again.

When Li Huowang turned his head and looked forward, he finally understood why they stopped, because the black ball just now blocked them!

At this moment, Li Huowang finally saw clearly what the black circle was just now.

The black is actually a large group of black sheep, and this group of black sheep with black fur stood silently in place, motionless like puppets.

And an old lama covered in black leather stood silently in the middle of the group of black sheep.

A sallow snare drum hangs around Trumpet's waist, and necklaces made of small bone cakes are worn around his neck and wrists.

Under the cockscomb Lama hat is a pair of completely black pupils without any impurities, and he is staring at Li Huowang with those eyes with a gloomy expression.

The lama's face looked strange, with one patch of yellow and one patch of black. After Li Huowang carefully identified it, he found that it was actually age spots.

Looking at this appearance, Li Huowang knew that the other party was not kind.

Suddenly, the lama slightly raised his skinny right hand, and an old vulture with drooping skin fell from the sky and landed on his arm.

I don't know why, but when Li Huowang saw the vultures, he recalled that group of vultures that ate people when she and Bai Lingmiao watched the sky burial that day.

"Brother Li, this Lama" Chun Xiaoman, who was uncertain about the weather, took out the bell, with a hesitant expression on his face.

"Don't panic, you guys go first, just pretend he's not there."

Under Li Huowang's order, everyone lowered their heads and followed the carriage slowly past the black sheep.

Li Huowang stood on the roof of the car, staring intently at the enemy in front of him.

As he got closer, Li Huowang could see more clearly that these black sheep were all old sheep with all their teeth lost.

The lama and the sheep, Li Huowang felt an indescribable, unusually awkward feeling on them.

In a trance, Li Huowang's eyes suddenly changed. There were no black sheep in front of him at all, but a group of gray-haired demented old people with black sheepskins on their backs!

This feeling is fleeting and quickly disappears, the black sheep is still the black sheep, nothing has changed.

It was difficult for Li Huowang to judge whether the feeling just now was real or his own hallucination.

"Baa~" the black sheep beside the lama shouted in unison, and immediately correspondingly, the white sheep on Li Huowang's side also shouted at the same time.

Then the sheep on both sides kept shouting, the voices came and went, and people were upset.

"Enough!" With the roar of Li Huowang's tongue touching his jaw, the sheep's cry stopped,

It's rich not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, Li Huowang looked at the old lama among the black sheep, and simply spoke first.

"This senior, Er Jiu, a Nestorian monk in Xiaao, happened to pass by Guibao Land. If there is any offense, I hope Haihan!"

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, Li Huowang decided to try using a fake identity first, and he bet that the other party does not currently have Xinsu's identity.

And this is also a threat. I am a Nestorian, not a wild cultivator with no background or sect. Think carefully before doing it.

Hearing Li Huowang's confident words, the old lama stood there and didn't respond to anything.

Li Huowang's expression changed, and he waved at the others again. "Go!"

He didn't know what this lama was thinking. Now that the strength of the enemy and ourselves was unknown, Li Huowang really didn't want to conflict with this lama.

The wheels rolled again, leading the others away from the black lama slowly. After a while, everyone didn't speak, and moved in fear.

Li Huowang could feel a needle-like feeling in his back, his whole body was tense, and his mind was thinking about various possibilities.

Suddenly, that inexplicable aura appeared again, this time the aura no longer appeared in the distance, but right behind Li Huowang!

Li Huowang stood still, turned his head suddenly, and found that the lama was only two meters away from him.

At this moment, he finally saw the age spots on the old man's face. He had seen age spots before, but he had never seen age spots covering his face.

The lama's mouth seems to have no teeth, or there are not many teeth. His lips are like some old people, they are hugged inward, and he looks like he is extremely old.

When such a terrifying face appeared in front of him, Li Huowang almost wanted to chop his sword on it, but he stopped abruptly.

Looking down slowly, Li Huowang realized that the opponent's legs buried in the black sheep had no flesh, and his entire lower body was a prosthetic limb made of bones.

The strange feeling on the opponent kept pounding Li Huowang, trying to calm his breath, make him calm down, and close his eyes.

However, Li Huowang couldn't do this kind of thing. He held the hilt of the sword with his hand, and his expression was so solemn that it was even a little ferocious. "Senior, I don't seem to have offended you, right? If you do this again, don't blame me for being rude!"

With the sword drawn, the strong murderous aura dilutes everything in an instant.

The old lama's all-black pupils narrowed slightly, staring at Li Huowang's sword hilt wrapped in cloth strips.

The tense atmosphere made everyone breathless, like Lu Xiucai was so frightened that he wet his pants.

Li Huowang exerted strength with one hand, and was just about to draw his sword, when he fought the man in front of him to the death, the atmosphere of the stalemate suddenly changed.

"Boom!" As the old lama tapped the waxy yellow small drum at his waist, a drum sound also sounded behind Li Huowang.

"咚咚咚~咚咚咚~"

The two drums sounded at the same time with a rhythm, as if playing a strange ensemble, as if there were different existences communicating with the drums,

After a stick of incense, the drumbeat gradually stopped, and the substantive solemn atmosphere in the air also disappeared.

As the vulture in the lama's hand soared into the sky, the black sheep in the distance covered him like a dark cloud, covering his terrifying lower body, and slowly moved him backwards.

Looking at the lama going away, Li Huowang didn't dare to be careless, and led the others to continue walking forward.

This walk lasted one night. When Li Huowang called to stop after the sun came out, everyone collapsed on the ground exhausted, panting heavily, half of them were tired and the other half were scared.

Last night, the lama was too intrusive. He said he was a living person, and his appearance was more terrifying than ghosts.

Looking around, Li Huowang saw that there were no traces of any lamas, and turned to look at Bai Lingmiao, whose lips were pale. "Did the lama say something to you with the drum?"

Bai Lingmiao nodded. "He said that he is a supervisor of Tiansi, let's forget it this time, let's not make an example."