The leader, a monk, was covered with a piece of white cloth, with only his gloomy eyes exposed.
He had bloody eyes and red pupils, which looked particularly strange, as if he had been soaked in blood for too long.
Fang La killed too many Tibetan Tantric people, and he didn't panic at all, knowing that sooner or later someone would come to take revenge.
Deng Yuanjue and Pang Wanchun walked up to Fang La, and formed horns with him, protecting the others behind them.
Cuckoo!
Suddenly, a thick cloud of blood suddenly gushes out from the fishy ground. It swells up suddenly and completely submerges the three people's bodies like lightning. Then it shrinks suddenly and drags the three people into the polluted ground.
Fang La and the others were spinning in front of their eyes, but the blood cloud around them tightly entangled their bodies.
When Fang La and the other three regained their consciousness and stabilized their bodies, they hurriedly looked around, only to find that they had appeared in another strange and huge space.
There are still blood pools here, but it is no longer the Gobi, and there are no wild sands all over the sky.
It looks more like a cave, a gloomy and dark underground cave, but most of the area is a huge underground lake. The lake water is blood red and looks very viscous. Bubbles keep popping up and popping.
Burst open.
Surrounding the blood pool were ghost-faced monks with bared teeth and ferocious faces.
They didn't know what material it was made of, and they looked a little strange. Fang La snorted coldly and said: "Bone Buddha..."
"King Ming has great eyesight!"
With a burst of laughter, a person slowly emerged from the blood pool. His face clearly looked like Jia Baoyu, but his overall temperament was completely different.
With his appearance, the blood pool suddenly boiled, and countless blood bubbles bubbled up.
Every time a bubble bursts, a stream of blood-red mist emerges. The entire underground cave is filled with a faint blood mist, as well as an unbearable fishy smell and stench.
In the center of the bloody lake, there is a flat island protruding from the water, which is hundreds of miles in size, like a huge square.
Fang La soon understood that this was an illusion.
They are in Jia Baoyu's fantasy world.
In this extremely vast underground cave, there is a square in the center, and a huge palace stands there. The palace is surrounded by thick blood clouds, and from the outside, only the outline of the palace can be seen vaguely.
Around the palace are steps made of countless bones, as well as various carvings of human bones.
There was no one inside or outside the palace, and the silence was terrifying. Only the sound of the bubbles in the lake bursting could be heard one after another.
But there are still lonely eyes shooting out from every corner.
"Prince Ming, we seem to be surrounded." Deng Yuanjue whispered.
Fang La's face also darkened, obviously he also discovered this situation.
"Don't panic." Fang La whispered.
This situation is nothing to him at the moment. He can walk out of the Tianzi Tower when he has no magic power and is completely a mortal.
This requires extremely firm belief and will.
"Randeng, you are an ancient Buddha and you make yourself look like a human being and a ghost like a ghost. What are you trying to do?" Fang La said loudly.
He wants to provoke the enemy so that he can find flaws.
Jia Baoyu in the blood pool smiled and said: "You are so smart, who told you that I am a lamp-burner?"
"You still want to hide it?" Fang La twisted his wrist and laughed, "It's a pity that your chicken feet are exposed once and you can't hide them anymore."
The people in the blood pool sneered and said: "You ordinary people, your understanding of this world is really short-sighted and pitiful."
"But you are indeed a talent. If you are willing to surrender to me, then everything in the past will be forgotten by me. After you follow me, you will understand that the world in front of you is just one leaf in the three thousand dense forest.
."
Fang La folded his arms and watched with cold eyes, not being moved at all by this evil Buddha in his heart.
"You are an amazingly talented person. Even I have to admire you with admiration. You should become a strong person. Why do you need to be a blind person and live like a cricket?"
Before Fang La could say anything, Deng Yuanjue, the Baoguang Tathagata next to him, smiled and said, "I think you are also a talented person. Why not join our Ming King? Our Ming Cult brothers will show you the real three thousand worlds."
Before he finished speaking and his laughter had not completely disappeared, the ground beneath the three of them suddenly cracked,
A huge gap appeared, and two huge blood-red bone claws poked out from it, grabbing at their feet. Every time the bone claws moved, they made a terrifying sound, and they were extremely loud.
Even so, it did not slow down their movements at all. The movements of these two bone claws were as fast as lightning, and neither Deng Yuanjue nor Pang Wanchun had time to dodge.
At the critical moment, Fang La grabbed the two of them, and the three of them rose up from the ground and flew into the air. Those bone claws caught the air.
Puff puff puff!
The ground continued to crack, and huge figures emerged from it, but they were blood-red skeletons several people tall, and hundreds of them appeared in the blink of an eye.
Each skeleton exudes a powerful aura, no less powerful than a second-grade monk.
Jia Baoyu, who was on the opposite side, saw that the three of them were not getting in, so he must have given up on being his enemy, so he stopped talking.
He really wanted to subdue Fang La, but at this time he also understood that some people were destined not to be subdued.
Fang La is this kind of person. You can defeat him and even destroy his body, but it is absolutely impossible to subdue him and gain his loyalty.
From the corners of the palace, there were also clicking sounds.
As the sound got closer and closer, countless skeletons walked out of the palace.
There was no movement from these skeletons, only the sound of bones rubbing together as they walked. Snow-white figures stepped forward and pounced on Fang La and the other three people in mid-air.
At the same time, the blood pool was not idle. In the blood sea below, the islands were rolling around, and then blood-red monsters jumped out of it.
The faces of these monsters took on the appearance of women, and they even had bodies of flesh and blood. Their long blood-red hair was originally stained by blood. After they surfaced, they quickly became radiant.
Concubine Ming!
Fang La recognized it at a glance. It seemed that he had killed countless concubines to create this blood pool.
When these concubines were alive, they had their own consciousness, but could not control their bodies or even their expressions. They were completely at the mercy of the monks who set restrictions.
Even if they were asked to cut off their own heads, they would not hesitate at all, but they must be extremely frightened and desperate in their hearts.
This kind of magic that annihilates human nature is what Li Yu and Fang La hate the most. For this reason, Fang La did not hesitate to destroy the Jokhang Temple, and used extremely cruel methods to torture the monks who had suffered heavy blood debts.
The aura exuded by these concubines was not inferior to those of the skeletons. As soon as they flew into the blood lake, they immediately turned into blood shadows and rushed towards Fang La and the others from the air. In an instant, nearly a thousand skeletons and hundreds of concubines rushed to the scene.
The three people were surrounded in the middle. Seeing this scene, the expressions of the three people changed slightly.
Dazzling flames appeared all over Fang La's body, as dazzling as the sun. He clenched a fist with one hand and punched it. The flames around him flew out and split into four. In a flash, they turned into four huge flaming dragons and flew towards the surroundings.
go.
Boom boom!
More than a dozen skeletons flew towards her, and Concubine Ming was hit by the fire dragon and knocked away. Most of the monsters that were hit directly had their bodies torn apart and exploded.
Fang La's boxing skills were still domineering, but the skeletons shattered by him did not disappear or be completely destroyed.
The bloody mist around the palace immediately poured into their bodies as if it were spiritual. Their injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they were completely healed within a few breaths.
This scene fell in Fang La's eyes, causing him to frown slightly.
He is too familiar with all this. This is the power of illusions. What you crush is probably not the real thing.
Fang La fought out alone in Tianzi Tower and Wan Shiji. Of course he knew how powerful the illusion was.
If he doesn't find a way out quickly, he will be trapped and die inside.
Perhaps there is no monster here that can defeat him, but it can exhaust him to death.
The Mingjiao people outside were even more shocked when they saw everything in front of them.
In their sight, there were no caves, no palaces, no pools of blood.
There was only a black soul-gathering umbrella hanging in mid-air, emitting bursts of black energy, covering the three of King Ming.
But Mingwang and the three others were motionless in the black aura.
Pang Qiuxia took out a small flag from her sleeve, turned it slightly in her hand, turned into three daggers, and struck at the black umbrella.
Bang bang bang, Pang Qiuxia's magic weapon was sucked in by the rotating force in the black umbrella, and then disappeared.
Pang Qiuxia screamed, covered her chest, and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
The other disciples were eager to save King Ming. Although they saw Pang Qiuxia's fate, none of them flinched. Instead, everyone rushed to be the first to break the black umbrella.
They couldn't even see who was controlling the Black Umbrella. There was no living person around, only the huge scorpion, still looking at them coldly.
Half of its huge body is still buried in the sand, and its venomous thorn pokes straight into the sky, making anyone look at it in fear.
"This beast doesn't take any action at all. It's certain that we won't be able to break this black umbrella."
A disciple of Mingjiao Qingmuqi was furious, holding a long sword and stabbing the scorpion.
With a bang, the poisonous thorn was as fast as lightning and pierced the disciple.
Wang Yin's eyes turned red and he stepped forward slowly. At this time, Xie Zi's eyes finally showed some movement. He seemed to be very afraid of this man dressed as a scribe, and his eyes slowly turned around.
Wang Yin shouted loudly and rushed forward. The scorpion spirit waved its stinger and two large pincers, causing yellow sand to fill the sky with every movement.
In the yellow sand, Wang Yin's marksmanship was as superb as that of a dragon. He shot straight into the monster's eye, and while the scorpion was covering it, he rescued the Mingjiao disciples from the sting.
At this time, everyone hurriedly caught him and gathered around him. They saw that this disciple's face was purple-black and his eyes had already popped out halfway, which was very scary.
His arm moved slightly, his head tilted, and he was dead.
"careful!"
The disciple who was holding him suddenly looked up to the sky and roared. He raised his hand and scratched his face until it was bloody and bloody.
A disciple they attacked also suffered from the same situation.
"Stay away from them, this poison can spread from person to person."
Wang Yin said loudly.
The Scorpion Spirit chuckled, seeming to be laughing at these Mingjiao disciples who were poisoned to death.
Everyone was furious. People in the Ming Cult were very united, especially those who are still in the Ming Cult today.
They regard each other as brothers and sisters, and naturally they share the same hatred and hatred.
Wang Yin leveled his spear, stopped everyone, and said loudly: "It's important to rescue King Ming! Don't fight with this beast!"
The purpose of the scorpion seemed to be to protect the black umbrella, so no one came forward, and it no longer took the initiative to attack.
Wang Yin looked at the poisoned disciples. They were already dead, and their bodies were full of ulcers.
He sighed, pointed his spear, drew a fire dragon, and burned the bodies of the three people.
The Ming Cult people gathered around their corpses, looked at the blazing fire, lowered their heads and began to recite:
The blazing holy fire burns my remains
...
Only after they turned into ashes and disappeared into the desert did Wang Yin look at Black Umbrella.
He looked around and said: "This black umbrella must be the magic weapon to activate the illusion. Only King Ming in our sect is good at interpreting illusions. It's a pity that King Ming himself is trapped in it."
Everyone asked anxiously: "What should we do?"
Wang Yin pondered slightly and said: "It seems that we can only ask outsiders to help. Otherwise, if time goes by, I'm afraid that Prince Ming will be trapped and die."
Pang Qiuxia asked: "Who do you want to invite?"
"Zhengde Taoist!" Wang Yin said: "Zhengde Taoist is the second person to walk out of Qingxi Cave besides King Ming. I often hear King Ming talk about this person, and he is full of praise every time. If there is a King Ming in this world who can break the
If you can’t escape the illusion, you can only invite him to try your luck.”
Pang Qiuxia said: "I'll invite him!"
Wang Yin glanced at the huge scorpion. It had submerged into the sand again, with only less than half of its body exposed.
"Okay, you all go, I'm here to protect King Ming, watch this scorpion, and wait to see if King Ming can come out on his own!"
Because Fang La received so many treasures, everyone in the Ming Cult became extremely wealthy.
Fang La first obtained the treasure house of Jiutian Xuannv in Qingxi Cave, which was her preparation for taking action.
Later, Fang La ambushed the Jokhang Temple in the Western Regions and wiped out thousands of years of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism.
He arrived at the former site of Dayun Guangming Temple and pocketed the treasures of Dayun Guangming Temple.
In the development of Mingjiao over the years, there have been many unexpected gains.
Fang La didn't need magic weapons at all. He relied on his fists to defeat the enemy. In addition, he was very generous. No matter how valuable the treasure was, he would reward it to his disciples.
Especially these core disciples.
Pang Qiuxia sacrificed a red silk ribbon, rose into the air, and led all her disciples to find Li Yu.
They separated from Li Yu in Jinling and had no contact with each other since then. They only knew that Li Yu had gone to Xudu of the Great Wei Dynasty.
Pang Qiuxia flew to Xudu. Something happened to King Ming, which was a devastating blow to them.
They had never asked for reinforcements before, and even if they were besieged by Zhou Yu and Gan Ning of Soochow, they were not afraid at all.
Because as long as King Ming takes action, things will be solved.
This time, something happened to King Ming himself, which made everyone in Mingjiao very uncomfortable.
In the past, no matter what kind of powerful enemy we encountered, King Ming always had the answer.
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