Slowly, there began to be a sound, a cold sneer seemed to come from the corner, the sound was faintly visible, and slowly it became clearer and clearer in my ears.
Yes, someone was indeed sneering, and mixed in the sneer was hard-to-understand Tibetan language.
I looked at it intently, and a thin layer of sweat broke out all over my body. In this damn place, my invincible gossip had no effect.
There must be something powerful hidden in the darkness, but what scares me is that I can't tell whether the hidden enemy is a god, a ghost, or a human?
It moved, and an invisible air flow surged over like a tide!
It felt like a gust of wind, blowing gently. Before I had time to react, my legs became cold and I froze immediately.
The cold air rushed up along the meridians on my legs. Everything seemed to be happening at the snap of my fingers. I immediately made an immediate decision, placed both palms on Yang Gu, and hit Kaiyang acupoints hard, and at the same time, the whole body
The vitality is released crazily.
Yanggu and Kaiyang acupoints are important acupuncture points where Yang Qi is located in the human body. This acrid cold instantly blocked the blood vessels in my legs. It was extremely vicious. I could only forcibly increase Yang to resist the cold air.
The vitality of the three meridians burst out at the same time, resisting the cold. The cold air stayed outside my waist, fighting fiercely with my vitality.
The battle between cold and hot vitality and evil spirits made me very tormented.
Damn it, I'm still careless. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the open. It's really a headache.
I tried to pulse my legs, but found that my thighs, which had been eroded by the cold air, seemed to be frozen and I couldn't move at all.
Seeing that I was at an impasse, the terrifying laughter in the darkness became more and more shrill, as if it was taunting me.
"Uh-huh!" I grunted and struggled hard, but for some reason, my vitality could not break through the cold air and I couldn't move.
This is quite evil. With my current cultivation level, even if I enter a mass grave, the Yin evil and cold evil energy inside will not be able to block me in an instant. Where is this kneeling place? How could it be there?
What on earth is this powerful Yin Qi and that ghost thing hiding in the darkness?
I was thinking intensely, and along with a shrill cry, a strong wind came towards me.
I slapped it with one palm, and with a click, the thing was instantly shattered.
Whoosh!
Dense strong winds came from all directions, and then I realized that there was definitely more than one living creature in the darkness.
I was also extremely angry. My protective shield moved in an instant, and my two hands of vitality thunderballs blasted wildly. More than a dozen thunderballs were fired at the location where the sound of the wind came from in the darkness.
Because of the Jin Shen with water and wood pulses, my senses are extremely strong. From the sound of the wind, I have already determined the location of those who sneaked up on me.
Boom boom!
With the explosion of the thunderball, the thing in the dark let out a shrill roar!
Judging from the roars, they should belong to the category of monsters. "Amauriqiu..." There was a gloomy Tibetan language, and my ears were filled with the roars of monsters.
It was as if I had entered the forest of beasts, and I instantly understood that there were powerful trainers controlling the monsters here.
I am not afraid of monsters and animal trainers, but there is no light at all here and a strong sense of suffocation, which puts great psychological pressure on people.
Roar! A huge force hit me, and I slapped my backhand against the powerful thing. With the sound of flying and hitting the ground, my palm also hurt and itched.
I screamed secretly, the palm I just received was extremely poisonous! I was busy using my energy to resolve it.
Seeing the roar around me, I knew that this highly poisonous monster was about to launch a second wave of attacks. Without thinking much, I opened the Bagua furnace and released glutinous rice balls and fire unicorns.
As soon as Tangyuan and Fire Qilin landed, the two ancient behemoths roared almost at the same time, enlarged their bodies dozens of times, and charged madly into the darkness.
Suddenly, the space was filled with chaos. The roars of the monsters and the ethereal and weird voice of the trainer were mixed together, making it very lively.
My ears trembled slightly, and I quickly listened for the source of the ethereal sound. Soon I locked his position, and his voice came from a corner.
I moved my wrist, and the golden thread wrapped around my wrist shot towards the sound.
No matter whether that guy can see in this space or not, the golden thread is inherently thin and weak, and he may not be able to catch it at a high speed.
With a chirping sound, I clearly felt the sound of the thread piercing into the flesh, and knew that this guy had been stabbed. The thread flicked with my finger and wound around in a loop.
"Golden Bird Technique!" I sneered and chanted a spell quickly, and the crisp sound of golden birds suddenly sounded all around. Although I couldn't see the golden light, at least I had hundreds of golden birds full of spiritual energy hovering around me at the moment.
The Golden Bird Technique was originally Zhang Mingxiu's secret technique. When I was almost killed by those golden birds and helped Zhang Mingcheng ascend to the position of leader of Longhu Mountain, I specifically asked this old guy to teach him the Golden Bird Technique.
With the cry of the sharp-billed golden bird, I could hear the guy tied up with the silk thread starting to yell in panic.
Once targeted by a golden bird, I can guarantee that this guy will die miserably. I was almost pecked to death by a golden bird.
As Tang Yuan and Fire Qilin roared, the screams around them became weaker and weaker. These two guys would never show mercy. I can imagine what kind of monsters would end up meeting these two ancient ferocious beasts.
How miserable.
Phew! The golden birds dispersed, and the surroundings gradually became brighter, just like the sun rising slowly at dawn. The light became brighter and brighter. Because I had been blind for a long time, the light stung my eyes and hurt.
As I slowly adapted to the light in front of me, I was horrified by the tragic scene around me.
I was in a bright snow field, and I expected it to be the series of main halls. This place was no longer in the Kim Palace.
The white snow on the ground and the cold and steep mountains around me all showed that I was currently on an underground mountain.
The snow was covered with the dead bodies of some snow-white monsters. If it weren't for the bright red blood on their bodies, these monsters would have been difficult to spot.
But I saw these monsters, with faces similar to humans, tall bodies, long and thick limbs, and covered with fluffy white hair, almost blending into the snow.
Snowman? I couldn't help but scream in surprise.
Legend has it that there is a mysterious beast on the Xibo Plateau, which is extremely powerful and often appears in the snowy mountains. It can't be just these guys.
However, most of their faces were purple and black, and each snowman had a hole the size of a thumb on his forehead. I stretched out my hand to explore, and I saw that there was still some residual energy of the soul.
This soul is extremely resentful, as if there is overwhelming hatred, and is extremely vicious!
Someone should have forced the vicious soul into the snowman's body, so that the snowman would be controlled by some guys who are proficient in soul control. From this point of view, the person controlling the snowman is not an animal tamer at all, but a soul controller.
Master.
The underground hill in front of me was not that big. I walked towards the guy controlling the snowman. He was already dead. Even his soul was eaten by the golden bird, leaving only a skeleton.
Judging from his broken black robe scattered on the ground, he should not be a tantric lama, but some master of Tibetan Buddhism.
There is a sheng next to the broken clothes, which must be the magic weapon he uses to control the snowman.
But what’s hard for me to understand is that with his cultivation level, he can’t even avoid the Golden Bird Technique, so how can he have the ability to control absolute space?
What's even more strange is that Tantra is also a branch of Buddhism and should not do such a cruel thing and seal the malicious soul into a snowman.
Just when I was wondering, Tangyuan and Fire Qilin let out low roars at the same time, especially Tangyuan, whose hair stood on end and grinned, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Their eyes just fell on where I was standing. When Tangyuan saw me looking at it, its eyes became more frightened and ferocious.
The next second, I felt my body rising into the air, the ground I was standing on suddenly sank into the air, and my body had fallen into the air.
Almost at the same time, Tangyuan and Fire Qilin jumped down from the hollow hole. In the endless darkness, I kept sinking. Even I almost forgot myself after sinking for so long, it was like having a dream.
When there was a dim light on the tip of the sword in front of me, I realized that I was about to fall to the ground. I didn't know how high I fell. If I fell to the ground, I would definitely die.
However, I found that I couldn't use my energy at all. In this space, everything seemed to be illusory.
ah!
The moment I was about to hit the ground, I couldn't help but scream in pain when I thought about the tragic scene where all my bones were about to be broken.
However, there was no scene of being shattered into pieces. A soft force of vitality dragged me and Tangyuan, and the fire unicorn fell steadily to the ground.
I took a breath with lingering fear, and then I found myself in a dim hall filled with oil lamps. The hall was densely carved with patterns, and an illusory old lama sat cross-legged in the middle.
That's right, his figure was shaking like a shadow. It shouldn't be an entity, but it wasn't a soul either, but a remnant soul similar to that of Hong Xiuquan.
However, judging from the bright golden halo above his head, he should be a master of Tantric Buddhism. He has the spirit of Buddhism, so much so that even with just a trace of his soul, he has boundless Buddhism.
I slowly approached him, and he looked at me with a smile. He was not surprised that I was a foreigner. His eyes were as clear as water, as if he could penetrate all the good, evil, beauty and ugliness of time.
I knew that this old lama had just rescued me, so I quickly raised my hands in salute. Tangyuan and Huo Qilin also lay on the ground obediently, not daring to move.
I thought to myself that this old lama must have had a high status during his lifetime, otherwise his remnant soul would not be so powerful, and even ancient ferocious beasts like glutinous rice balls would be frightened by it.
The old lama said something, but I didn't hear it clearly at all. However, he seemed to understand that I didn't understand it at all. Canhun stood up, took an oil lamp, walked to a wall sculpture, and motioned me to follow the order slowly.
Read on.
I took the dim oil lamp and slowly looked at the murals. The more I looked at them, the more shocked I became, and cold sweat broke out all over my body.
The murals depict countless monks being brutally massacred, as well as countless monks fighting against the evil Xibo evil masters, causing the collapse of Buddhism and the tragic scene of eternal catastrophe.
When I saw the last mural, I understood the stories these murals told.
Langdama's destruction of Buddha is the darkest and cruelest scene in the history of Tibetan Buddhism!