What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

Chapter 91

Sheng Qiang frowned, and immediately pressed the whip on his waist with his hand, the rough whip made his palm hurt.

He was about to whip the whip, but the hand holding the handle of the whip was stopped by another thin white hand.

Although soft but with the force of resistance.

Looking sideways, in the flying hair is a pair of calm apricot eyes, and the corners of the eyes and brows are dyed with nervous solemnity.

Xue Qing told him not to act rashly.

Sheng Qiang put back his eager hand according to his words.

After fighting side by side in the Demon Snake Illusion before, Xue Qing and Sheng Qiang have a tacit understanding to fight together.

They are not only friends, but also comrades-in-arms who came out of the dangerous illusion.

Even after a while, but at the same time facing danger at the same time, the instincts that were originally hidden in the body surged out again.

Seeing Sheng Qiang put his hand back, Xue Qingcai turned his eyes back.

He and Sheng Qiang practiced in the illusion. He knew that although Sheng Qiang was beautiful and looked weak, what was completely different from his appearance was his bluffing temper. In the late stage of the illusion, he was frequently harassed by monsters Seeing a monster, he whipped his whip regardless.

If it wasn't for Xue Qing to hold him back every now and then to calm him down, and the two of them would fight wit and force together, otherwise they would die of exhaustion from fighting the monster sooner or later.

The flying dust slowly fell down with the wind, and the figure in front of him gradually became clear.

In front of the shattered and weeping giant Buddha head, his figure looked thin and small. Xue Qing saw that his exposed skin was like the bark of a tree that lacked water and lost nutrients.

But the wide golden monk's robe was draped over his body, and the flowing gold thread on the monk's robe was like a pulsating light under the dancing candlelight.

——It's like gold and jade covering its body, but the cotton wool stuffed in it is exposed from it.

Xue Qing looked directly at this person, his eyes that were always warm and soft like spring water turned into sharp ice with vigilance.

His intuition told him that the person in front of him was obviously not a kind person.

Moreover, although his stature is haggard and thin, it is impossible to ignore the unspeakable momentum and mana around him.

The person in front of me...

Is it Jingxuan? !

Is this the legendary abbot of Lingyin Temple?

The aged monk turned around slowly, his expression was dim under the reflection of thousands of candles.

The face covered in the darkness is like a missing wound, while the illuminated half of the face is benevolent, and even the drooping gray eyebrows reveal compassion and pity.

Xue Qing suddenly tensed his back, and his whole body was mobilized to tense up.

... like a bent bow.

In the air that was so heavy that it was hard to breathe, the old monk's drooping eyes suddenly lifted up, and the cloudy eyeballs reflected the candlelight for a moment, almost stabbing people.

"You are here."

The old voice echoed in the empty temple, and the temple was full of gods and Buddhas in silence, only the echo of the old monk could be heard, like the waves of the tide.

Make the flames on the steps jump three points.

The old monk seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time.

They also prepared a first meeting gift for them.

Before Xue Qing could make a move, the old monk waved his thin hand, and the wide and empty embroidered gold waved like a heavy banner.

Issued a silent order with hunting sleeves.

The 99 candles displayed on the steps step by step flickered with the wind blown by the waving sleeves.

The light and darkness in the hall alternated, and the lamps in front of the Buddha slowly flew down from the steps in front of the invisible wind.

One after another, like the spine of a dragon, it gradually surrounds the old monk, forming a structure like a whirlwind, surrounding the old monk.

——It is obviously something that carries the blessings and blessings of all people and enshrines to the true Buddha, but at this moment it is stolen by this person for his own use.

Xue Qing took two steps back calmly, and moved his fingers behind his back slightly, pinching a formula.

The light blue demonic power leaked out from the fingertips like curling blue smoke, and flowed to the crack of the closed palace door behind him as if alive.

The Lingyin Temple, which was easily caught in the fire and burned endlessly, was an empty temple.

The scene of the Buddha Hall today is obviously a situation.

——A trap designed to invite you into the urn.

Obviously, this game is not just for him and Shengqiang.

Fortunately, Fa Hai still did not come in outside the hall, and it is not known whether it was a coincidence, destiny, or another scheme.

I don't know what the situation of Fahai outside the door is at this time.

Xue Qing tried to send a message outside the door.

But just as the monster power touched the heavy and hard palace door, it was like a flimsy thin piece of paper, but it disappeared completely in a flash.

Heart suffocated, Xue Qing suddenly raised his head.

The old monk smiled at him in the flickering candlelight.

In the next second, the Buddha's headlamp with indelible lights on the lotus base swept in like a hurricane.

With endless real fire and the power to burn everything.

Before Xue Qing could raise his hand, the scorching pain hit his arm.

The appearance of the Buddhist hall is majestic and majestic, standing tall in the temple.

Standing in front of the closed gate, Fa Hai used his power over and over again to try to open the closed gate of the Buddha Hall.

As soon as Xue Qing and Sheng Qiang stepped into the Buddhist hall, Fa Hai flew away immediately, but whoever was in the hall seemed to have expected it, and the door in front of them was closed tightly.

At the same time, the scene outside the hall began to gradually change.

The sky sank immediately, and all the light was absorbed in an instant.

The gloomy river meanders upwards, and flowers whose flowers and leaves never meet are planted on the bank, and they grow automatically without wind.

A bridge spans the wide and narrow river, and countless souls are busily passing through it.

Can't see, can't hear.

- This is the underworld.

Huangquan flows, on the bridge of Naihe.

Or maybe it's a mirror image of the underworld.

Suddenly came a cordial greeting from behind.

Turning around, there was a judge with a black face and a black body holding a pen.

"Hey, here we come."

He greeted Fa Hai in a familiar voice.

The tall monk in front of him had an indifferent face, which was three points colder than the yellow spring water under the Naihe bridge. "How to get out?"

The monk did not hide his sharpness, he raised his phoenix eyes, and asked the black-faced judge directly with heavy pressure.

The black-faced judge looked the monk up and down a few times, showing the astonishment and astonishment of "So it's you" without any scruples on his face.

It's just that his face is so dark that his facial expressions and changes in expression cannot be seen in the almost nighttime environment at this moment.

It's not his fault, because the cinnabar mole between the monk's eyebrows is so obvious and special, it reminds him of the young man who refused to drink Mengpo soup in front of the Naihe Bridge, but stayed in front of the Naihe Bridge for thousands of years.

"Hey, what the hell is this? Why can't you stand on the Naihe Bridge?"

It was rare for the ghost judge to complete the pile of documents this day, so he took a walk along the Huangquan River to relax his muscles and bones.

But he saw a figure standing abruptly beside the always lawful Naihe Bridge.

The man was tall and straight, with a handsome appearance, but there was a huge blood hole between his eyebrows that forcibly destroyed this perfect appearance.

The red meat was bursting, and some blood was still flowing down unstoppably.

Ghosts who travel to and from the underworld will retain the state of their death.

Presumably this man was pierced through the skull by such a sword and died.

only……

As he got closer, the ghost judge realized that something was wrong.

"Little devil, who is he?"

The ghost judge asked.

But the soul in front of him was like a rusty and stagnant machine, and it took a long time to squeeze out two or three faint words.

"Wait……"

"Wait……"

what wait?

Is this ghost called wait?

The ghost judge got closer and found out more.

The ghost in front of him is not a complete soul, but only one of the three souls and seven souls standing here.

No wonder the man would stand here and not get on the Naihe Bridge, unable to enter reincarnation.

It seems that this man was not only pierced by a sword, but also used the sinister three-soul magic technique, the purpose is to make the man no longer reincarnated, and cannot be reincarnated forever.

But standing here is obviously not an option.

The ghost judge took out his judge's pen from his sleeve, and pointed the tip of the pen at the man's illusory figure.

The touch of the pen tip created circles of ripples, but with the rising ripples, a golden light gradually flashed.

The ghost judge abruptly withdrew his pen and took many steps back.

This is obviously...

The mana that should not belong to the underworld.

——Pure to the sun, bright and dazzling.

What is the background of this man?

How could he still be protected by this unusual mana when he came to the underworld?

Before he took out the life and death book in his sleeve to check the identity of the man in front of him, a burst of golden light came down, illuminating the gloomy and cold underworld.

The ghosts illuminated by the golden light scattered and fled endlessly.

Golden light is as warm as sunshine, but it can also illuminate darkness and evil spirits invisible.

The cold ghosts in the underworld couldn't stand such illumination, and fled into a group screaming.

Even the ghost judge couldn't help covering the top of his head with his wide sleeves.

Only the remnant soul in front of him still stood quietly.

The golden light coated his pale face with a layer of holy light like salvation.

The bloody hole between his eyebrows that had been bleeding slowly tightened, like spring grass reborn, and finally became the size of a red mole.

"This……?"

The ghost judge was amazed.

But the remnant soul flew up by the golden light.

"Come on."

From the endless sky comes a call that surrounds the mantra.

The golden light engulfed the remnant soul and went away, but the ghost judge did not return to his senses for a long time.

Who is it that actually got the protection of Buddha.

Come to Huangquan, but there is no way to save it.

Looking at the indifferent monk in front of him now, the ghost judge felt surprisingly familiar.

It's just that the eyebrows are cold.

He asked again: "How to get out?"

Inexhaustible golden mana ignited in the monk's palm.

It is the familiar golden power, the mana that wipes out all evil and demons.

Obviously, he couldn't wait for the answer, and he was going to force his way.

The golden mana leaped out like flying sparks, but instantly gathered into a piece of light that brightened the sky.

"Well--!"

Xue Qing bit her lip but still couldn't stop the excruciating pain.

The headlamp of the Buddha filled with mana slammed heavily on his half-raised forearm, and the candle oil splashed the skin with fire.

Immediately, a hideous burning wound was left on his snow-white arm.

...It is difficult to heal.

"Xue Qing!"

Sheng Qiang called out anxiously, and the whip was pulled out in an instant, and he held it firmly in his hand.

The wound on his hand was in severe pain, but when the pain reached a certain level, the pain subsided instead.

The running Buddha headlights were like a sudden hailstorm, and they fell down densely one by one.

With the power to destroy everything.

Xue Qing and Sheng Qiang quickly looked at each other.

He and Sheng Qiang have encountered many difficult opponents in the illusion.

The two of them are at the same level.

A huge monster found them who were weak.

In the face of absolute strength crushing, they didn't even have time to escape, so they could only bite the bullet and fight against it.

The monster walked heavily like a giant moving building, stirring up dust with every step, but it could easily crush the two of them with its feet.

Xue Qing came up with a green sword in his hand with demon power, he leaped into the air, his bundled hair curled up in a beautiful and neat arc.

The young man in scarlet clothes on the ground ran around the monster beast rapidly, using a tough whip to accompany the monster beast's legs.

The monster shook and lifted its huge head.

"It's now—" Xue Qing raised his sword and fired it like a sharp arrow.

Come down with the sword intent of shocking monster power.

The cyan figure passed through the endless falling Buddha headlamps.

Swimming Dragon and Sword Shadow, just like a young man beheading a long whale with his sword.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Xue Qing stabbed at the sitting figure of the old monk.