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Chapter 177 Nightmare

The valley is not big, covered with blood flowers with residual limbs, and a terrifying bloody gully extends into the dark cave in the shaded corner of the valley.

Everyone saw clearly from a high point that the team that entered the Burying River with them was ambushed in the valley. The remains were torn into pieces by unknown terrifying forces. The splattered blood and organs all over the ground spread the valley into purgatory.

Chang Xi's heart gradually sinks to the bottom of the valley. From beginning to end, he only heard a scream. There were as many as seven or eight people in the valley. What kind of terrifying existence can kill so many people in an instant?

The kind-hearted monk jumped down the mountain without saying a word. The Buddha's light flashed on the Zen Staff he was leaning on. His bare feet crossed the terrible fragments and ran towards the cave where there was obviously great crisis.

The little monk didn't know the depth, and Chang Xi could not watch him die. He jumped up and stepped into the cave with the little monk.

When the black fox fur and the little monk left, not only Miss Du, who was a daughter, but also the bearded man and the goater felt that their bodies suddenly became cold.

A practitioner has the ability to cultivate himself, and he can see the cold and hot summers of nothing, let alone the early winter. But now the breeze is churning in his ears, and the coldness of his bones is not like making a false statement. The timid ranger could not bear it first, and he would rather go into the cave than stay here again.

Old Fang looked at Madam Du and the bearded man who were also following You Xia'er, and he gritted his teeth and followed closely behind.

The cave was very deep inside, and a hundred steps later a black pool appeared in front of me. The little monk stood by the pond, and the Buddha light rising from the Zen Staff illuminated three feet around. A bloody gully beside his barefoot was twisted and penetrated into the deep temple. The water in the deep pool was black and red, and no matter how the Buddha light shone everywhere, it could not illuminate the water in the pond.

A tequila on the Blackpool Stone Reef turned from purple to black.

Chang Xi was overjoyed and never thought that there would be agaves in such a bloody place. He had just walked a few steps but found that the sides of the cave were unusual rock walls, with strange patterns on the gray and white walls, and bright red juice flowing. Not far away, there were six strange-shaped stone tablets standing around the deep pool, but they were all broken.

The spiritual consciousness surged out like a horse, outlining what he saw in front of him into a painting and appeared in the Niwan Palace. Chang Xi gradually saw the clues and subconsciously stopped breathing.

Where is the stone wall of the cave around this black pool? The entire mountain in this cave is simply a furnace cast with flesh and blood!

Chang Xi shouted loudly and wanted to go in and see what happened. Although the agave was right in front of him, the strangeness here made him dare not step over the blood pool, and he was about to reach out and pull the little monk back from the edge of the deep pool.

However, his eyes suddenly became horrified, because behind the little monk's body, which was moving faster than him, there was a figure of a monster that was moving faster than him, quietly emerging from the black pool.

In the Chengfu, Yaocheng City, three thousand miles south of the Burying River, a white-headed man in a blue shirt took the right-warming medicine handed over by the gentle woman beside him. Just as he was about to drink it, countless fragments of pictures suddenly squeezed out of his mind. His face showed a look of pain. The Chinese medicine bowl in his hand was instantly crushed and the medicine soup was poured all over.

"What's wrong with Hetu? What happened?" The Wanyue woman was shocked and quickly helped him up.

It seemed that there were tens of millions of needles in his Niwan Palace. He curled up in the woman's arms in pain. He gritted his teeth and knew that this was the backlash of the way of heaven.

He was always worried about Chang Xi. He ignored his health and quietly divined another hexagram, which almost killed him.

Hetu, whose face was as bright as a hair, spoke hard: "Chang Xi mistakenly entered the flesh and blood pagoda."

The graceful woman in purple clothes turned pale and said, "It is the flesh and blood pagoda that buried the bones in the river that killed tens of thousands of monks with their white bones and flesh condensed into a mountain?"

Hetu nodded bitterly and said, "The most yin and evil things under the flesh and blood sects under the flesh and blood sects were suppressed hundreds of years ago. Several sects set up witchcraft bans, which were said to be able to suppress for thousands of years. But now this witchcraft ban has been broken by evil people, and the most yin and evil things have been able to return to the world!"

The gentle woman covered her mouth lightly and said in a trembling voice: "Then Chang Xi..."

The hexagram is broken and the river map, which is deeply retaliated by the way of heaven, is painfully closed.

"I can't see it."

The monster that appeared in the black pool was amazing. A whirlwind blew from the not-wide cave. The cultivation level of the half-step Golden Dan realm was fully demonstrated, and Chang Xi stepped on the steps to control the wind.

A sword ascends to the dragon.

The figure of the monster leaping out of the pool behind the little monk showed his true appearance, with limbs on both sides of the huge body. Under the two dark bone sickles, there were two sharp ghost claws. The tail of the dragon, as thick as a tree to embrace, was covered with shields and scales, and two scarlet eyes were embedded on a swollen cheek that was pale and twisted like a white corpse, which was extremely terrifying.

It turned out to be the most yin and evil corpse-faced dragon!

According to unofficial historical records, hundreds of years ago, many monks of the sects in the Burying River fought and fought, causing the corpse to be buried thousands of miles away in the Burying River.

The boundless blood attracted a large number of monsters with a radius of thousands of miles to feast. As there were too many monsters, there were disputes. The fighting between monsters was not as fierce as the human race. Standing at the last dragon that was about to meet the disaster, but he devoured too much flesh and blood of the human race monks, which was contrary to the harmony of heaven, and the thunder of the catastrophe brought it back to its original form.

But the dragon, who was beaten back to its original form, was unwilling to fail. It devoured the flesh and blood essence of human cultivators and other monsters day and night, and then gathered the yin qi and corpse qi for himself to practice, becoming a corpse-faced dragon that is neither human nor ghost.

The corpse-faced dragon is powerful and can hardly be defeated under the home advantage of Burying Guchuan. Then many second-grade and third-grade sects have been stalemate for a long time. Finally, after paying a huge price, the corpse-faced dragon was sealed under the flesh and blood mill of Burying Guchuan. It was agreed that the seal would be reinforced every hundred years, and that the corpse-faced dragon should not be allowed to return to the human world.

It’s a pity that their wishful thinking was completely broken by the demons.

The sword was filled with blue light, and Chang Xi rushed straight to the edge of the black pool. Finally, he raised his sword to block the little monk at the last moment. Before he could use the power of the blood sea to compete with him, the powerful force on the huge bone sickle knocked him back into the corridor in an instant.

The moment the sword body contacted the bone sickle, the blood light of Yin Hong in the eyes of the corpse-faced dragon, the eyes of the yin and evil corpse-faced dragon, was suddenly like a waste of ribs. The little bald donkey wrapped in a black fox fur coat, only the body of the sword boy holding the sword was filled with its mouth-watering smell.

Its goal is very clear. It will eat all the ignorant guys here, including the skin and bones, and use the blood of the sword cultivator to ripen the agave until it is ripe and then swallow the whole plant. When it returns to the state of cultivation before the tribulation, it will definitely turn the sects that sealed it into a river of blood!

The dragon's scales and tail under the corpse-faced dragon's body swung repeatedly, with a terrifying speed that was extremely inconsistent with its huge body. In just one blink of an eye, it waved its hideous bone sickle and slashed it at Chang Xi in the sky.

The little monk's face and dragon's head were full of karma in his golden eyes.

He shouted angrily, and the Buddha's light was filled with the Zen Staff. The little monk put his palms on his face and showed his solemn treasure appearance. He lowered his head and recited the Vajra. Every word was majestic in his ears. The golden Sanskrit word entrenched behind him like a tadpole.

He raised his feet barefoot and stomped the ground, opened his eyes and recited: "I am a Buddha, merciful!"

Chang Xi stood up straight, the energy in his sleeves swelled and exploded repeatedly, the power of the sea of ​​blood gathered in his arms, and he raised his sword and wisted it to meet him.

The corners of the corpse-faced dragon's mouth had an anthropomorphic arc, and the bone sickle suddenly slashed down with her shoulders. Chang Xi groaned and barely took the heavy blow, and her shoulders and waist were almost broken.

There was a squeal of skin and flesh in the cave corridor.

As the coldness of the winter lasted for nine times, Chang Xi's eyes suddenly jumped, and half of the black fox fur fell into a pool of blood on his waist, and the light flowing from the sword body quietly dimmed.

He looked down in disbelief.
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