The chanting sound coming from the depths of the cave still tortured everyone's nerves.

The stench in the cave became more pungent, and the darkness in front of me became deeper and deeper.

Perhaps there were so many corpses that the rotten blood under the feet was a little thicker, already covering the tops of the feet.

At this moment, the road ahead has become increasingly dangerous.

On the other hand, looking at the demon-slaying team, only thirty-six people were able to move forward.

The enemy is numerous and we are few, nothing like this.

but.

Since you can resist the demonic sound that penetrates your brain, kill all the corpses, and reach this place.

Of the thirty-six people left, which one is not a person of great ability and mental perseverance?

So, now that you have made up your mind, even if the road ahead is bumpy, just keep moving forward.

…………

A quarter of an hour later.

Li Changan stood at the front of the team, ignoring the piles of corpses at his feet, and only stared at the deeper and deeper cave in front of him.

He asked in a deep voice:

"How many more people are there?"

In the dim and uncertain firelight, a young voice responded loudly:

"Twenty-one."

Li Changan nodded.

"Walk."

…………

After burning incense.

The Taoist priest cut off a section of his robe, wiped off the greasy blood on the hilt of his sword, and asked again:

"How many people are left?"

Amidst the panting, a deep voice responded in a deep voice:

"Twelve people."

Taoist priest is still the same word.

"Walk."

…………

Half an hour later.

Li Changan briefly treated a few new wounds and then asked:

"How many people are left?"

At this moment, the response from behind was exhausted.

"Seven people."

Li Changan still has the same name.

"Walk."

…………

Another quarter of an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

In front of you.

The familiar "hall" of the cave, the familiar gleaming entrance, the silk that was soaked in blood, and the filthy bed... everything was just as it was when Li Changan visited the day before yesterday, even the heads that were chopped off that day were still there.

Soaked in plasma.

This is the end of the Demon Transformation Cave. Further forward, through the dimly lit corridor on the opposite side, is the Buddhist hall that once worshiped the Three Body Buddha, which is now the lair of the Corpse Buddha.

But at this time, this place was much quieter and more empty than the front part of the cave.

There were no groups of corpses swarming up, nor yellow talismans flying all over the sky. There were only a few "monks" sitting motionless in front of the corridor leading to the Buddhist hall.

The Vairocana hat and brocade cassock are the specialties of Thousand Buddhas Temple: the physical Buddha.

All the three Buddhas have already fallen into the path of evil, so naturally they cannot be spared.

But compared to the living corpses killed before, their degree of alienation is indeed much more "kind", they just have more red hair and a pair of fangs.

With the gloomy sound of the wind and the dim light of the fire, sitting among the blood and rotten corpses, there is a different kind of harmony.

But Li Changan didn't dare to underestimate him at all.

To put it bluntly, this is the guard at the end of the level, and it can be considered a mini-boss.

He wiped the blood on his face and asked questions as he was used to:

"There's still..."

The words that ended abruptly echoed in the empty cave.

Because he realized that at this moment, there was nothing more he needed to ask.

Just a brief review.

On the left is Huang Taihu, an old water bandit with a slumped waist and panting like an ox; on the right is Taoist Longtu with disheveled hair and blood all over his body; behind him is the "little monk" Kong Yan who has always been protected by everyone.

.

Apart from that, there is nothing else.

The thirty-six people who had previously pledged to follow were dead and wounded, and the rest couldn't resist the magic sound and chanted sutras and retreated intermittently. It is these three people now...

"how?"

Li Changan asked in a low voice, his voice hoarse, as if it was made from two pieces of emery cloth.

Long Tu walked all the way, chanting constantly: Taishangtaixing, endless response. Exorcise evil spirits and bind evil spirits, protect life and body..."

This is the Purifying Mantra, and he relies on this mantra to sustain himself to this point.

It was inconvenient to reply at this moment, but the pair of red eyes looked over and revealed only two words:

Ashamed.

The old water bandit was like a broken bellows. He took several breaths of stale breath and then raised his head.

But I saw his old face, with blood vessels, meridians and meridians knotted and raised, green and red interlaced and oozing out.

"I can't stand it anymore. My brain is boiling because of this bad sutra. If I were a few years younger..." His tone was full of reluctance. He fiercely scratched the physical Buddha in front of his eyes for a few times, and then looked at Li Changan.

"Can you still support yourself?"

The Taoist priest nodded with his sword.

"It's really amazing."

He chuckled.

"No wonder the young master fell into your hands."

Your young master fell into the hands of the judge, although I also gave him a blow.

The Taoist priest thought to himself, but was too lazy to refute. He just turned around, silently recovering his physical strength and magic power, and carefully looking at these physical Buddhas.

He knows that this last level can only be overcome by him alone with one sword!

But, suddenly.

"Li Xuanxiao."

Huang Taihu solemnly called out the Taoist name for no reason.

"What's the matter?"

"It took me a lot of effort to enter this cave this time, and I hurt many of my brothers, all because of your words: The saint is in the cave. Is that true or not?"

Although Li Changan didn't understand why he suddenly said these words, he admitted frankly:

"yes."

"Okay! Then you listen to me clearly!" He pointed his halberd at the Taoist priest and said in a fierce tone, "I don't care whether the Buddha is dead or not, and I don't care whether Yuzhou is alive or not. I just want you to bring the saint out to me.

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This is too arrogant. The road ahead is dangerous and unknown. Who dares to guarantee it?

But Li Changan did not argue with him, and only asked:

"What if the Holy Lady of the Order is dead?"

There was still breath left at that time, who knows now?
To be continued...