A cemetery is just a cemetery. Apart from piles of loess, there is no other mystery.
Suning carefully searched three times to confirm that there were no earth spirits in the cave, and then returned the same way and retreated to the previous fork in the road.
The forbidden land on the right has been returned in vain, leaving only the forbidden land on the left that has never been entered.
Looking at the human statue, Suning fell into conflict.
After taking this step, no one knows what will happen next.
Is it hiding an illusion like that small bodhi tree, or does it have other more sinister means?
Suning was hesitant and had trouble making a decision.
Then, he thought of his family and his third uncle who controlled the Demon Punishment Pond.
I thought of Lingxi who was full of expectations and Xiao Huoer who was reluctant to leave.
In an instant, the entangled mentality disappeared, and the depression was suppressed in my heart.
He must succeed, he must find the earth soul and destroy it as soon as possible.
Because he has too many reluctances and too many worries.
Those people, the people he cares about, are all waiting for him to return safely.
"Buzz."
As Suning strode forward, the humanoid statue suddenly came to life.
The old monk in black cassock disappeared, and at the same time, a wave of scorching fire rushed into the passage.
Suning was not hurt at all and went straight to the end of the road.
Flash again and again, fleeting.
"this......"
Suning squinted his eyes and looked around, using his mind to catch up.
He saw three stone chambers a thousand meters away, covering an area of nearly a hundred square meters.
Each stone room is equipped with bookshelves made of cold iron, which are piled with arcane books.
As well as the various materials collected by Buddhism for thousands of years, and the insights of the way of heaven passed down by eminent monks in the past dynasties.
Under the raging fire, they were all reduced to ashes and destroyed.
Suning had no time to put out the fire, so she simply slowed down and contacted Hu Zhiying.
Depending on the situation, the two forbidden areas in the back mountain have nothing to do with earth spirits.
Then what he has to do is to keep himself safe and leave, there is no need to waste time here.
"Ah, yes, yes, I'm hiding near the Sutra Pavilion, waiting for your notification."
Hu Zhiying couldn't suppress her excitement and said: "Most of the Buddhist disciples were led to the back mountain by you. The guards here are very lax in patrolling."
"There are less than thirty inner disciples, the highest cultivation level is the eighth level of martial arts."
"A group of soldiers and generals poses no threat to me."
Suning calculated: "Start taking action in fifteen minutes. The bigger the fire, the better."
Hu Zhiying asked: "Is this possible? If the old bald donkey doesn't fall into the trap, won't you be able to run away?"
Suning said confidently: "You can definitely escape if you run, it just depends on the host's choice."
"If he insists on fighting me, I can only fight with him."
"Exhaust the trump card that I can't bear to use in exchange for his Buddhist fatal blow."
Hu Zhiying replied: "Okay, let's put it this way for the time being. If you need my assistance, please communicate at any time."
Suning responded and walked into the smoke-filled stone room.
After some inquiring, he turned around without hesitation.
Sure enough, there is no earthly soul in the back mountain.
This made him slightly disappointed, but at the same time he was more interested in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Why not leave the good second peak alone and move the forbidden area to a small and extremely eye-catching attic?
Suning couldn't figure it out and frowned.
Arriving at the entrance, he disappeared and hid in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to observe the situation outside the killing array.
Nearly a thousand Buddhist disciples were stationed at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by three levels inside and three outside, and the water was blocking the way.
The old monk standing at the front, with his hands hanging down on his lower abdomen, looked extraordinary.
His cold eyes were locked on the killing formation, his face was ashen, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent.
Suning had never met Kong Jian, but the other party's level 14 martial arts cultivation level could not be hidden from him.
Throughout Buddhism, it is obvious that those with such strength are able to do so.
