From the mouth of Yin Xuege's sleeve, three Sangmen white bone arrows came out silently with a wisp of sinister wind.
The white bone arrows were like ruthless poisonous snakes, tilting their bodies and flying toward Dolos's belly. They shuttled nimbly, and the surrounding air and strong wind could not stop their flight. A faint trace of phosphorescence clung to the arrowhead, and countless tiny green will-o'-the-wisps splashed wherever it passed.
Dolos could have seen these three deadly bone arrows, and he would have had the opportunity to use his own strength to resist the sneak attack of the three bone arrows. But the blood parrot suddenly jumped out at this moment. He screamed at the top of his lungs, raised his red feathers like a shrew, and rushed towards Dolos with all his strength.
The two big bloody wings flapped hard, and the blood parrot slapped Dolos viciously with a crazy energy that was several times more fervent than when he awakened Yin Xuege just now. He screamed and roared crazily: "Don't ignore Master Bird. Master Bird can kill people too, you idiot!"
Amidst the loud noise, Dolos was hit by the blood parrot's wings, causing his body to tremble violently. The white sword energy spurted from his body collided violently with the blood parrot's wings, and these white sword energy trembled. It swayed, fluctuated, and made a dull "sonorous" cry, cutting off many broken feathers from the blood parrot's wings.
The sky was filled with bloody bird feathers flying in random directions. Dolos's sight was blocked and he could no longer see Yin Xuege's small movements clearly.
Instead, the beautiful middle-aged woman who was playing the flute behind suddenly let go of her hand and screamed at the top of her lungs, asking Dolos to be careful.
under? What's below? Dolos, whose body was spinning rapidly, as if a knife wheel and a blood parrot were colliding crazily, lowered his head and glanced downwards. Three Sangmen white bone arrows had penetrated the white halo on his body, and pierced deeply into his lower abdomen with a hint of sinister wind and will-o'-the-wisp.
A cold air flow poured into his body, and Dolos' body became numb. His limbs quickly lost all strength, and the white light on his body suddenly dissipated. Black blood was dripping from his nostrils. Dolos's body became stiff and his face quickly turned black. There was even black pus secreting from his skin, which quickly solidified into black blood clots. .
"Damn it!" The beautiful middle-aged woman clenched the flute in her hand at a loss. She and Dolos are a good partner. Dolos is extremely powerful in close combat. He can control the power of metal and control metal elements to turn into an indestructible sword to kill the enemy. And she can influence and control the enemy's soul, greatly weakening the enemy's power.
They worked together and killed a large number of strong blood demons and werewolves in the Western cultivation world.
However, Dolos was severely injured by Yin Xuege with the Bone Arrow of the Sangmen. The middle-aged beautiful woman could no longer feel the breath of Dolos' life. Her heart twitched and she gritted her teeth. She looked deeply at Dolos, then turned around and ran away.
The blood parrot jumped on Dolos's face, and its sharp claws dug into Dolos's skull.
"You have shaved off Mr. Bird's beautiful feathers!" the blood parrot screamed loudly. His claws used hard force and tore Dolos's head into pieces. The solidified blood spurted out like paste. Dolos He fell to the ground and died in an extremely miserable manner.
Yin Xuege let out a sharp whistle. He looked at the middle-aged beautiful woman who quickly retreated. He opened his bat wings and chased after her with a gust of wind. Three exquisite Sangmen White Bone Arrows were flying lightly around him, and the sword light from the Blood Spirit Sword enveloped his body, bringing a bloody sword light several meters long and flying forward.
It was freezing cold, and in the blink of an eye, Yin Xuege caught up with the middle-aged beautiful woman.
The middle-aged beautiful woman's face changed horribly. Feeling the cold and sharp sword energy coming from behind her, she screamed in panic: "Evil creature, you have killed so many of my companions, if you still dare to attack me , the powerful Holy Messenger of Chris will not get past you!"
With a 'swish' sound, a column of clear water sprayed out from a stream a hundred meters in front of the beautiful middle-aged woman. Youquan's graceful figure emerged from the water column. With a slight sway in her steps, she walked out of the creek.
The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at Youquan in disbelief. How could such a harmless-looking little girl suddenly appear in front of her? But the time left for her was not enough. Youquan tapped her finger gently, and a drop of water spurted out from her fingertips, flying lightly to the heart of the middle-aged beautiful woman with a little reflection.
With a loud noise, the middle-aged beautiful woman did not seem to have been hit by a small drop of water the size of a soybean. Instead, she seemed to have been hit head-on by a heavy artillery. Her body exploded suddenly. open. All the blood in her body turned into a liquid as clear as water, flowing all over the floor.
Yin Xuege stopped his pursuit in shock. He glanced blankly at Youquan standing a hundred meters away, and then looked back at where he was just now. He chased him several hundred meters away. There was at least two miles between Youquan standing behind him just now and where she was now.
Relying on his natal bat wings, Yin Xuege could fly at an astonishing speed, and the middle-aged beautiful woman escaped even faster. However, the two of them chased and escaped only to run a few hundred meters, and Youquan unexpectedly appeared in front of them so strangely.
Putting away the bat wings behind his back, he walked slowly in front of Youquan. Yin Xuege pulled a strand of hair hanging in front of Youquan's forehead with his hand.
"How did you run so fast?"
Youquan put his hands in the sleeves of his wide long skirt and looked at Yin Xuege with wide, clear and deep eyes. She frowned and pondered the question very hard, and suddenly she smiled brightly: "There is a lot of water here. With water, Youquan can go wherever he wants. There is water in many places here, Youquan can go wherever he wants. The spring can sense what is happening in all places with water."
Yin Xuege looked at Youquan in surprise. As long as there is water, can Youquan sense the nearby situation
"Then, can you find where my mother and others are?"
Youquan's big eyes narrowed. She tapped the water of the stream with her toes, and a few ripples appeared on the clear water. She nodded, and then pointed towards the far distant mountain that reached into the sky: "The Lord's mother is in that direction with several other people, about fifty or sixty thousand miles away from us. Based on our The flying speed will take us several days to catch up."
He tilted his head again and 'listened' to some information fed back from the stream. Youquan pointed in another direction: "Here, Wu Mu and several werewolf warriors are being chased by a group of bald heads. Well, Wu Mu Half of his tail was chopped off."
Yin Xuege was stunned. He opened his bat wings and brought up a strong wind into the sky. He looked in the direction pointed by Youquan, and saw in a mountain forest dozens of miles away, Wu Mu, covered in blood, was leading three or five majestic werewolf warriors, panting and fleeing in embarrassment in the mountain forest.
Behind them, eighteen big monks wearing red cassocks and holding wind-milled copper Zen staffs, and dozens of young monks holding heavy weapons such as knives and shovels and wearing various colored robes, were chasing after them.
If it weren't for the rugged and extremely complex terrain of that mountain forest, and if werewolves had a natural racial advantage in running in the mountain forest, those big monks and little monks would have caught up with Wu Mu and others, chopped them into wolf meat sauce, and fed them Dog.
"Follow me and save Ebony! Quick!"
Yin Xuege quickly flapped his bat wings and flew in the direction of Wumu and the others. The eighteen great monks in red cassocks were all tall and majestic, with majestic bodies like Arhat statues made of metal. They were clearly not easy to mess with. So Yin Xuege simply sacrificed all his magic weapons this time.
Three Sangmen white bone arrows turned into three extremely thin white lights floating above the head, stepping on the Seven Killing Plague Gourd containing seven plague swords, and behind him was an unpredictable glare, which was a gift from Princess Jiuyin. Yu's nine demons snatched the spirit pearl. This orb contains the strange secrets of the Corpse Demon Sect, and several strange figures can be seen swaying in the glare.
"Ebony, come here!" Flying rapidly all the way, and still far away from Ebony, Yin Xuege had already exerted enough energy to shout loudly.
Others were high in the sky, and after mustering up all their strength, their voices were loud enough. Wu Mu and the several werewolf warriors had extremely sensitive ears, and they heard Yin Xuege's roar from dozens of miles away. The tail was chopped off with a knife, and the half-cut tail hung awkwardly on the back of the buttocks. The blood was dripping from the ebony ecstasy, and he immediately raised his head to the sky and let out a shrill wolf howl.
Holding the flaming sky-burning halberd, Ebony roared loudly: "Brothers, follow me! Someone of our own is coming in front!"
A group of werewolf warriors who were chased by the monks to the end of the world mustered up the last bit of strength, hung their long tongues from their mouths, kept spitting saliva and mucus, and attacked Yin Xuege as fast as possible. Running wildly in the direction.
Yin Xuege flew forward quickly, and he even kept yelling, making the dozens of monks aware of his existence.
Eighteen great monks raised their heads and glanced at Yin Xuege at the same time. One of the great monks shouted something sternly, and the pace of those monks suddenly slowed down a little. The big monks who took the lead formed an internal and external formation and moved forward quickly, while the young monks put away the bright murder weapons in their hands and took out various wooden fish, bells and other tools used to manage the water and land dojo. Magical weapon.
The pursuit of these young monks became slower and slower. There were forty-nine young monks in total, neatly lined up in two rows. They beat the wooden fish bells, played the gongs and double cymbals, and lit up the fire. Incense burner and candles, chanting Buddhist sutras and moving forward slowly.
On the way to Yinghuo Dojo, Yin Xuege did not wash his mind about the common sense in the cultivation world. He could see that the eighteen great monks in front of them had formed a murderous formation of Eighteen Arhats to subdue demons. This was the most common group attack formation used by Buddhist monks in the Eastern cultivation world.
As for those young monks, although Yin Xuege didn't recognize the formation they formed together, he could tell that it should be a Buddhist formation that mainly focused on assistance and treatment. Seeing that these young monks have put away their weapons, you know that this formation is not known for its lethality.
With a long whistle, Yin Xuege looked back.
Youquan, who was following Yin Xuege from a distance, slapped his sleeves, and his petite body suddenly submerged into a nearby river, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. As for the blood parrot following Youquan, this big bird retracted its wings in an extremely bad manner, moved its two claws like an ostrich, and jumped and jumped on the ground with a humming sound. With.
This big bird, with its obscene and obscene temperament, was like a weasel stealing chickens. Using the cover of the lush vegetation, it jumped all the way at a speed that was no slower than flying, and quickly approached the fleeing Wu Mu and others.
After making a huge arc, the blood parrot walked around behind the Buddhist formation formed by the young monks with a hint of evil smile and bright eyes. He didn't make a sound along the way. I really don't know how a parrot like him could do such an outrageous thing.
Squatting in a pile of bushes, staring at the backs of the young monks in front of him, a trace of saliva quietly slipped from the corner of the blood parrot's mouth.
"It's a pity. These monks must not have produced relics yet. The taste of Buddhist relics is so good!" The blood parrot was so excited that his whole body was trembling: "When Master Bird was a child, he could use Buddhist relics as snacks! Master Bird, this The shiny and smooth fur is all the result of Buddhist relics!”
Gently patting his head with his wings, the blood parrot rolled his eyes in surprise.
"But, who gave Master Bird so many Buddhist relics? Who are Master Bird's parents? Are they so kind to Master Bird? Are these his biological parents? Why have they all been forgotten? Ouch, Master Bird, I have lost my mind. Or what's going on? Why can't you even remember your parents?"
Talking softly to himself, the blood parrot swayed its plump butt step by step, carefully following behind these young monks.
"Without Buddhist relics, the taste of a little hot blood in the heart is not bad! We monsters have to eat monks every now and then to replenish our bodies. Who said this? It's so fucking philosophical! We are monsters , so you must eat monk!”
"Cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, and monks are our little meat!" The blood parrot swung its buttocks and slowly approached the little monks, approaching them step by step. Gradually, the blood parrots have been able to smell the incense made from pine pollen emitted by these monks!
This is a group of monks who love tidiness, and their clothes are scented with pine flower incense. The blood parrot was overwhelmed by the scent. He immediately opened his mouth and let out a big sneeze with a 'sneeze' sound.
The few young monks standing at the back of the formation turned around in shock, and they happened to see the blood parrot covering its head with its wings.
A young monk nervously raised a string of Buddha beads made of bodhi seeds in his hand. With Buddha's light twinkling in his eyes, he shouted sharply: "Who are you?"
The blood parrot's eyes rolled, he suddenly smiled and put down his wings, and nodded towards the young monk: "Junior brother, your Buddhist destiny has arrived! I am the great Bodhisattva Mingxian, the host of Yulong Daxueshan Feiyun Temple in Yinghuo Dojo. Protector of the Dharma, in accordance with the Bodhisattva's decree, I have come here to help a few Buddhist disciples who are destined to enjoy boundless pure blessings such as Feiyun Temple."
Not only these little monks, but also the other little monks who formed the formation all turned their heads to look at the blood parrot at the same time. These young monks looked at the blood parrot in disbelief, and one by one they showed happy and shocked smiles.
In Buddhism, who can be called a Bodhisattva? Only those who are powerful at the level of heavenly immortals or golden immortals can be called Bodhisattvas. Those are truly accomplished and virtuous people in Buddhism. They have boundless magic power, boundless kindness, boundless supernatural powers, and boundless blessings. These young monks have not even produced relics. They are just a group of ordinary Buddhist monks. It is surprising that they could not be shaken when they heard such good things from Blood Parrot.
One by one, the young monks put down their magic weapons cautiously and saluted the blood parrot one after another.
"This, this!" A young monk stood in front of the blood parrot, but he didn't know how to call him.
"I am the protector of the Bodhisattva. I have served the Bodhisattva for a hundred thousand years. You deserve to call me Bird Ancestor." The blood parrot raised its head and boasted to these young monks with great air: " It is fate that we meet today. Although there are a lot of you, as long as I, the Bird Ancestor, can be happy and lead you all to the Bodhisattva Seat, it is not impossible!"
This is the Yinghuo Dojo, a blessed land of ancient gods and immortals where the legendary Da Luo Jinxian sits. Basically, it is impossible for evildoers with bloody hands to appear here. So here, a big parrot that can speak human words and seems to be full of fairy spirit suddenly appears, which basically proves his identity!
The messengers from the Bodhisattva's throne are here to help the destined people enter the Bodhisattva's throne!
The young monks were all fascinated by the colors. They were confused by the colorful description of the blood parrot. They stood obediently in front of the blood parrot and began to introduce their religious names, origins, etc. with great piety and respect.
They are all the elites among the younger generation of disciples of the Golden Buddha Temple. This time they came to Yinghuo Dojo along with the great masters of the Golden Buddha Temple to visit the Buddhist ruins in the Yinghuo Dojo. But they never dreamed that they would meet an envoy sent by Bodhisattva here!
The blood parrot Jie Jie smiled. He opened his mouth and protruded a blood-colored bead about the size of a thumb with countless golden lines. Then he laughed at the young monks: "We are destined to meet each other, it is destined! Junior brothers, I see that each of you has a unique skeleton, and there is a faint aura of merit and virtue reverberating behind your head. I guess you are all reincarnations of moral people from this sect!"
"It's rare for me to be kind today, so I'll give you a chance! Look carefully, this is an indestructible glazed vajra relic that I have cultivated for more than 100,000 years!"
The young monks all stared at this bloody orb with countless golden lines with wide eyes!
A vast expanse of blood flashed in the dense forest, and then a dull burping sound came out.
Outside the dense forest, Wu Mu and several sweaty werewolf warriors had rushed to Yin Xuege's side.
The Yin Blood Singer pointed his finger, and the Blood Spirit Sword brought out several rays of blood and sprayed blood mist towards the heads of the eighteen great monks.
(End of chapter)