After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

What a real sacrifice!

The so-called real animal is to be washed and brought to the table in various ways for ghosts and gods to eat.

Fang Lingqing said dumbly, "This is... [卯]!"

Qiao Wangang dragged Wang Ruyi to the door just now—

Suddenly, a layer of golden light shrouded the doorway, and Qiao Wan couldn't brake in time. With a "grunt" sound from Wang Ruyi, the two of them collided with the golden barrier.

Wang Ruyi: "Friend Lu Lu Lu, I'm stunned QAQ!"

Qiao Wan said in a deep voice, "Endure it."

Picking up Wang Ruyi, he sank his qi into his dantian, and his spiritual power turned into electric current and slammed into his fist all the way, and all the way, sparks and lightning smashed towards the barrier.

Lose you Lei Mou · Change!

With a "hum" sound, the enchantment did not move at all.

Qiao Wan turned back quickly, and the Bodhisattva statue behind him put down Zheng Changming, and went straight to the remaining Qiao Wan. The thirty-two arms behind him stretched longer and longer, like some kind of weird arthropod.

With a dazzling effort, Meng Canglang had already moved the Canglang Sword, blocking the crowd in front of him.

"Raging waves shakes the city" rolled up the surging white waves, and the turbulent waves shot towards the Bodhisattva statue.

This trick...

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, but at this critical juncture, she couldn't help but look at Meng Canglang one more time.

Meng Canglang shouted in a low voice, "Run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw dozens of arms turning frantically in the turbulent waves, breaking the waves abruptly, stirring up the silver waves and water.

A little splash of water fell like a galaxy.

In this galaxy, one of the arms broke through the siege, broke free from the waves, stretched out reluctantly, and grabbed a boy in the temple who was so shocked that he was speechless.

Liu Xinwen's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately swung the knife to block the strangely long arm, protecting the confused-looking boy behind him.

He turned his head and asked Qiao Wan, "Friend Lu, this enchantment can..."

Before the words were finished, just behind the man, the second arm also broke away from the waves, high and slowly, raised the long sword.

It looks like it's about to be slashed--

"careful!"

Fang Lingqing suddenly returned to his senses, and immediately used his sword to block.

Liu Xinwen was in shock, and before he could thank him for his life-saving grace, he suddenly felt empty behind him.

Look back.

A disciple of Zhanyun Peak behind him was lifted up by the Buddha statue at an unknown time. The boy's face was pale and screamed, and he immediately released the flying sword to cut it. The flying sword landed on the arm of the Bodhisattva. Mars.

The corners of the Bodhisattva's lips drew a smile, and one of his arms turned quickly.

The sword in his hand is raised and dropped.

thump—

A dead head fell from the air, "Gulu Gulu" rolled onto the futon, and blood splashed instantly on the paintings on the temple walls. The elite disciples of the three sects didn't even have the chance to resist, almost no chance to resist. Before he could speak out, he was beheaded in public.

With one hand free, he picked up the futon's split head, and held it in his hand. The smile on the corner of the Bodhisattva's lips became more and more strange under the shaking lights.

Looking at it from a distance, this is still a statue of a Bodhisattva. The walking posture is stiff, but the speed is extremely fast, too fast to blink.

"Can't be greedy, can't be greedy..." Liu Xinwen gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't we going to take it one by one?! What the **** is going on?!"

Fang Lingqing immediately gritted his teeth and turned to look at Qiao Wan: "Lu Cixian, can you go out?"

As the only body repairer present, Qiao said lately, "I'll try."

Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists again.

I smash! !

Bang bang bang! !

The fist fell like raindrops on this barrier, and the barrier at the door remained motionless.

At this moment, the Bodhisattva rolled his eyes and immediately fell down under the eyes of everyone!

Dozens of arms were propped on the ground like centipedes, and a head with plump cheeks and a gentle smile leaned forward and jumped out quickly!

...

Can't be greedy. Can't be greedy.

While smashing, Qiao Wan silently recited what Yan Shiyuan had said before, her heart beating non-stop.

They took the incense one by one, and each took one. What went wrong? ! !

She's going to see the incense case!

After making up his mind, Qiao Wan immediately retracted her fist and went straight to the incense case.

When she threw down the front of the incense table, the two red candles in front of the incense burner also changed.

Qiao Wan's heart sank, this is a corpse oil candle.

He didn't look any further at the moment, he quickly retracted his gaze and approached the incense burner.

There are more than ten round, empty marks on the incense ash.

She got it.

Joey woke up suddenly.

Before them, someone had already taken the soul incense! ! I even took more than one!

The centipede-like statue of the Bodhisattva leaped up the wall and swooped down again—

Qiao Wan thought about it for a second, and an uncertain guess emerged in her heart. She immediately pushed the incense burner to the incense table, folded her body and returned to the enchantment at the door, and raised her fists again.

Lose you Lei Mou · Change!

This time, the fist hit the barrier, and the barrier seemed to have changed slightly.

Qiao Wan: Sure enough.

Aware of Qiao Wan's movement, Fang Lingqing said with great joy, "How is it?"

Qiao Wan's face was sinking like water, and she whispered, "I may know what's going on with this enchantment."

The incense in the incense burner cannot be taken more than a certain amount, and the corresponding price must be paid. After that, one incense stick is sacrificed by one person. Every time a human sacrifice is sacrificed, the barrier becomes weaker by one point, and until all sacrifices are finished, the barrier will be self-defeating.

Qiao Wan: "And we are the unlucky ones who just caught up with this wave."

After listening to what Qiao Wan said, Fang Lingqing's eyes widened and his throat choked: "What's the matter?"

Fanxin Temple's expression changed immediately: "How do I get out?!"

Do you really want to sacrifice? !

They entered the temple, including Qiao Wan, Wang Ruyi, Fang Lingqing, Meng Canglang, Liu Xinwen, Zhixin, and a few disciples of the Three Religions, there were more than ten people in total. I went to two of them. If they really sacrificed like what Qiao Wan said, then they basically have to explain it here.

"Don't worry." Meng Canglang said in a deep voice, "With our combined efforts, we may not be able to get out."

Hearing Meng Canglang say this, Zhixin's expression softened a little.

This is the Canglang Sword Meng Canglang, they still have the Canglang Sword, maybe they can really go out.

"I'll deal with it." The giant sword cut a mighty silver wave, Meng Canglang said, "I trouble you fellow Daoists to cooperate with fellow Daoist Lu to break through the barrier at the door."

Liu Xinwen turned the sword around, walked to Meng Canglang, and said solemnly, "I'll help you."

Just like that, the temple spontaneously divided into two groups, one group followed Meng Canglang to stop the strange Bodhisattva statue, and the other group followed Qiao Wan, responsible for researching how to break through the barrier in front of the door.

There were also a few Taixuanguan and Zhanyunfeng disciples who entered the temple, standing beside Qiao Wan, anxiously trying one by one.

"How is it?" Qiao Wan asked, "Any clues?"

Tai Xuan Guan shook his head, his face was pale, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, "It's useless."

Over there, Meng Canglang was still entangled with the centipede Bodhisattva statue.

In a blink of an eye, the centipede Buddha statue rushed up again.

Meng Canglang stared ahead, his eyes slightly condensed, and the giant sword flew out.

Everyone present was slightly certain.

Yes, Meng Canglang! They also have the Canglang Sword Meng Canglang standing in front of them!

When everyone was in tears, Fang Lingqing raised his head and looked at the golden Bodhisattva, but he couldn't say how relieved he was.

In front of this thing, it is estimated that there is a cultivation base in the late Nascent Soul. No matter how high Meng Canglang's cultivation level is, it is still in the Golden Core Stage! The Jindan period is against the late Yuanying period! And the **** knows how many people this thing has killed before.

Taixuanguan and Zhanyunfeng couldn't find a way to break the barrier. Qiao Wan rolled up his sleeves and continued to smash hard, the electric light on his fist sizzling.

Qiao Wan smashed the "wall" and asked Fang Lingqing in a deep voice, "What do you mean by 'mao' just now?"

Fang Lingqing pulled out his sword and helped Qiao Wan cut it together, gritted his teeth and explained, "This is a real sacrifice."

Unlike those sold in the black market, this is a real animal, a real offering, to be sacrificed to ghosts and gods.

There are also various ways of offering sacrifices, each with its own way of dying.

"The so-called '卯' is to cut it in half." For this sake, Fang Lingqing continued to explain: "It's just one of these sacrifices."

Not finished yet.

Only a scream was heard.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Qiao Wan quickly turned her head!

Just like these dozens of hand-turning wheels, they smashed one of the disciples abruptly, and the meat fell to the ground.

The Bodhisattva smiled, his painted face was stained with bits of minced meat and blood, and his dozens of arms propped up on the ground, launching a swift attack again!

【The third】

【刿】

Liu Xinwen's face changed greatly, and he shouted sullenly: "Changdong!"

Seeing this picture, the temple was silent for a moment, and everyone's faces were ashen and tacitly accelerated.

The pile of corpses on the ground is Yao Changdong, Liu Xinwen's junior brother.

Seeing the tragic death of his younger brother, Liu Xinwen's eyes were slightly red, and he swung his sword and rushed up!

"Bodhisattva" kept a weird smile, half-closed his eyes, raised the vajra in his other hand high, Meng Canglang's face changed suddenly, he immediately separated from the sword light to stop it, this sword was like a raging wave. , rolled up a thousand piles of snow.

Behind the "Bodhisattva", there were a few hands free to hold the blue sword light.

Jianguang kept attacking in his hands, and kept pressing forward until he finally shaved off one of the hands of the "Bodhisattva".

With a lotus-like hand with a Buddha seal, it fell into the small tripod on the incense table with a thud.

The smile on the corner of the Buddha statue's mouth did not change. Thirty-one arms behind him turned frantically again, and the axe in the other hand slashed straight at Liu Xinwen again!

Liu Xinwenge blocked it with a knife.

But this axe is like breaking a thin piece of paper, from top to bottom, splitting the blade, all the way down.

There was a cold silver light on the edge of the axe.

At this moment, Meng Canglang's eyes and hands were quick, and Chuan Lin Bu dodged in front of Liu Xinwen.

In front of him, a giant sword condensed by water power slowly rose into the air.

bang.

The back hit the wall heavily, Liu Xinwen coughed twice in pain, looked up, and suddenly lost his soul.

After sending Liu Xinwen away, Meng Canglang was too late to hide.

The young man stopped in front of him, his back was firm, his expression was calm, and he continued to use the water sword to fight the enemy, but this axe directly split the water sword in front of Meng Canglang, and slashed down his shoulder blade with an axe.

Meng Canglang swayed.

One of the slender arms of the young man fell to the ground.

This is not over yet, another vajra swiped towards the back of the young man's head.

At the critical moment, a cyan figure blew over like a gust of wind!

He kicked the vajra in the hands of the Bodhisattva statue crookedly, Fang Lingqing rushed to Meng Canglang with eyes wide open: "Senior brother!"

Meng Canglang raised his head suddenly, and his eyes fell behind Fang Lingqing.

The vajra rose slowly again.

Meng Canglang's face changed again: "Xiaofang!"

Fang Lingqing was stunned for a moment. There was a sharp pain in his knees like a bone shattering, and Meng Canglang fell to the ground in a blink of an eye.

Although he escaped, his leg was broken.

Fang Lingqing touched his knee in a daze, and suddenly realized that Meng Canglang was still beside him.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Meng Canglang clutched his broken arm, pursed his lips and stood up, and blood continued to flow out between his fingers.

"I'm fine."

Taking a breath, he snorted softly, "Come on!"

The Canglang Sword, which was slanted on the ground, immediately flew through the air, and fell steadily back into the palm of its master.

Unable to hold Ling Qing and Meng Canglang below, the centipede "Bodhisattva Statue" immediately changed direction and picked one of them at random. The vajra vibrated and pierced the man from head to toe on the ground, like a cow and sheep that had been pierced through by an iron bar.

【the fourth】

【Zhou】

Qiao Wan bit her lip and tried her best not to look elsewhere, only the golden barrier remained in her eyes.

The punches are getting faster and faster like the wind, and the rage is like thunder.

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! Hurry up!

Although he didn't want to admit it, after four deaths, the barrier was indeed much weaker than before.

But she still can't break it!

Qiao Wan raised her fist and smashed it, and said frantically in her mouth: hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.

The statue of the Bodhisattva lying on the ground turned its head, and dozens of hands swiped on the ground, and took advantage of it to rise into the air.

Four of them died in the blink of an eye.

The color of horror instantly covered the faces of everyone present.

This is Meng Canglang... Canglang Sword Meng Canglang! ! Even Meng Canglang can't beat the thing in front of him, how can they beat it?

The throats of everyone present were dry, and they thought in a daze.

"Can't get out."

Fanxin Temple stared blankly at the bloodthirsty centipede statue in front of him.

This is the Buddha...

When the statue of the Bodhisattva propped up on the ground with his hands and rushed in front of him, he bent his knees, put his palms together, and knelt down with a thud.

This is the Buddha!

The monk stared blankly and bowed devoutly.

As the lights twisted, the Bodhisattva looked like a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his half-drooping eyes fell on his own believer.

Then, a sword cut open the believer in front of him, and cut his intestines open.

【the fifth】

【It snaps】

...

The temple was completely quiet.

When the monk died, it was like a "click" that a switch was turned on.

The corpse oil candle wick made of hair, the plate of **** meat, the boiled head in the small cauldron.

They will all die. These so-called elite disciples of the three religions will be treated as cattle and sheep, and they will put incense tables and worship the gods.

But why...why are they! They don't want to die!

At this moment, Zheng Changqing suddenly roared, and with a whisk of dust in his hand, he drew a sword, and suddenly stabbed at Qiao Wan!

Kill first.

Strike first.

Five of them have already died, and as long as they kill a few more, they can get out.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the long sword in Zheng Changqing's hand. Just as Qiao Wan turned around to dodge, he was immediately hit in the chest by a whisk.

Hold! !

A pain in the chest, Qiao Wan clenched her teeth, blood spurted out of her mouth, took a deep breath, swallowed it hard, and Qiao Wan looked up.

Zheng Changqing had already gone straight to the others. As soon as Zheng Changqing moved, other people in the temple who were still hesitating also moved.

For a time, in the small temple, colorful lights intertwined, killing each other into a group.

And the Centipede Bodhisattva stood on the ground, stretched his neck, and looked with his head.

The blood almost dyed the light red, and it was stunned into a blurred and ambiguous light.