Wu Qiudao saw Tian Luan throwing the porcelain bottle far away into the middle of the corridor.
Along with the sound of the porcelain bottle breaking, a large cloud of green smoke appeared on the field and continued to spread.
The Besheze believers in the corridor screamed and ran away when they saw the green mist, but the smoke seemed to be a living creature with its own will and evil minions. Driven by a certain sense of hunger, it stretched out one after another.
The tentacles of green smoke caught those Bishecha believers.
Everyone caught by the green smoke tentacles immediately stopped in place, as if they were suffocated. Their necks began to bulge, and then veins were exposed, and blood rushed to their heads. Their blood-congested faces were breathing heavily, like a fish that was caught ashore.
, and finally fell to the ground with a ferocious face.
"Bang bang bang", many Bisheze believers fell down one after another, and soon the corridor became quiet.
He Qiong looked around, and then asked tentatively: "So we can leave like this?"
But before she could wait for an answer, she turned around and saw that both Milo Luo and her junior brother had their eyes widened, staring behind her as if they were petrified.
As if forced by another alien will, He Qiong slowly turned around and saw the thing that made everyone hold their breath.
All the doors along the corridors were opened wide, and countless black smoke poured out from the door. The black smoke swallowed up the green poisonous mist, and then slowly condensed, projecting a huge black shadow on the ground.
No, it was not just a shadow, but a deep darkness, dark and opaque, with a strange dazzling feeling that was blinding.
The torches and candlelight in the corridor seemed to have been sucked away by this terrifying black shadow. A bone-chilling cold like death and void gripped Wu Qiudao. His mourning platform buzzed, and fear hit him like a stormy sea.
Mentally, he could hardly breathe and could only stand motionless.
This is a god, there is no way he can go wrong!
Buddha Bishecha, the King of Hungry Ghosts, has arrived!
Wu Qiudao raised his eyes, resisted the impact of divine power on his soul, and observed the state of Buddha Bisheja.
This is not the first time he has faced the true form of a god, and it will definitely not be the last time. The purpose of his trip is to assassinate the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. According to Magu and others, he needs to face the god who is playing chess behind his back.
Yes, this is just a preview.
From the perspective of the naked eye, the Buddha Pishche looks like a reptile-like shadow pillar, as big as a giant dragon, with the curled trunk behind it still crawling in from the darkness of the corridor.
However, it changes, rotates, and swirls rapidly, as if it is filled with dark ancient energy vortices, constantly changing its shape.
At the last second, it looked like some kind of wok-bodied giant with no limbs and no eyes. It seemed to be the wok-bodied hungry ghost "Jabali" described in "The Thirty-Six Paths of Hungry Ghosts, the Great Wheel Sutra". Next
In one second, its form ignited and melted into a burning tongue of flame. Black smoke was emitting as it jumped, stretched, and dragged its body forward into the narrow corridor.
Tian Luan fell to the ground in fright, and kept shouting wildly: "You can't touch me! I have been ranked in the immortal class, and the magic card is hidden in the Shangqing Palace! I am Tian Luan, the cypress leaf immortal! You can't kill someone for no reason.
A heavenly official!"
As for Princess Shanyuejida, who was as pale as a dead person, when the thing surrounded and enveloped her with the flickering light of hungry fire, she still stood there until she was completely hidden from sight.
He Qiong's neck supported her weak head. All the strength in her body seemed to have been taken away, and she could not move. She forgot where she was, and only felt that she was nothing but a human under the coming of this embodied death and dissolution.
A vague shadow.
She only heard Tian Luan's hysterical screams: "Bishezhe! This is the Six Heavens of Desire Realm directly under the Heavenly Court! The Heavenly Court will not agree! The Heavenly Emperor will not allow it! The Heavenly Rules have long been finalized, I..."
She saw that when the darkness approached Princess Shanyue Jida, the terrifying darkness quickly expanded, and dim iridescent vortices began to flash on the surface, like the five-color spectrum of the gloomy sun.
For a moment, she heard a soft, flaming whisper.
Then, quickly and horribly, the mass exited the room.
Master Miluo's screams also stopped abruptly.
He disappeared, disappearing like a ghost in the day, and disappearing with him was Princess Shanyuejida.
Riding on a sudden strong wind, a strange mixture of cold and heat, a pungent odor wafted in, just like the smell that would rise from a burnt funeral fire.
Wu Qiudao and He Qiong looked at each other in shock.
The corridors all around suddenly became quiet.
But soon, from the dark hall, a group of things poured into the corridor.
Accompanied by heavy breathing, it was inhuman, like the howling of a hyena, and repeated chaotic murmurs, however, it was clearly audible.
The first four people wore pink crowned robes and silver skull masks.
Wu Qiudao's heart sank. This is the elder second only to the Divine Envoy in the Bishezhe Sect!
Since divine messengers do not appear in every era, in the past two hundred years, no one in the Bisheze Sect has received the mercy of the Hungry Ghost King Buddha. Therefore, these four elders are now the highest leadership of the Bisheze Sect.
Already.
They are the eastern elder Titou Laizha, who has a thick black beard and grinning teeth; the southern elder Bilutuaka, who is ten feet tall, has purple-red skin and cyan hair; the western elder Bilu Bocha has a face
It is full of eyes, and the pupils look in different directions; the northern elder Kubera has an ugly appearance, three legs, eight teeth, only one eye, and the other eye is just a yellow mark.
Standing behind them were Fudan ghosts in purple robes, about seven or eight of them.
There are also more than a dozen dove pantu who are wider than tall, have no head or legs, and are shaped like short winter melons.
There were even more hungry ghosts led by ghost generals. They took off their skull-like masks one after another, revealing their half-human, half-ghost heads and faces that were completely demon-shaped.
Their curved sharp claws shone in the blood-colored light, like dull metal hooks that had lost their luster.
Their fangs, longer than coffin nails, protrude from their snarling lips.
They approached Wu Qiudao and He Qiong, like a circle of jackals surrounding them, driving them backwards and into the farthest corner.
A tall ghost general who was covered in fire stood up, it was the "Red Horn Yujia General" Azhajia. He cursed angrily: "Feitian Yaksha Zhang Tianqin, you bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
"That's enough!" Elder Titou Laizha put an end to the farce of Azadongjia, and declared to them in a hoarse, hollow voice, just like the barking echoing in the tomb: "Let's go!"
Wu Qiudao opened his mouth slightly, and He Qiong next to him was also a little confused and asked: "You... just let us go like this?"
The one-eyed Kubera elder opened his ugly mouth and said meaningfully: "Yes, you go! Because the great Hungry Ghost King Buddha is a just god. He only asks for power over the dead and not over the living.
I don’t have the slightest interest.”
Wu Qiudao frowned and stopped entangled with these Bisheze believers. He pulled He Qiong into the door leading to the Zhongnan Cave. There was an ugly noise behind him, which sounded like the roar of jackals.
, and like the sneer of a hyena.
But when they stepped through the door and walked into the passage, the noise stopped.
Behind the door, a dead silence enveloped the temple of the Hungry Ghost King Buddha, a silence as deep as the silence of the dead on the black altar of the charnel house.