House Witch

Chapter 671: 670. Taiyi

With the martial arts minister slowly pulling the thousand-meter giant sword from the ground, the underground secret facility of the castle tower, the former central building of Dongying Island, was also exposed to the sun for the first time.

It was a huge dungeon with countless floors that could not be counted at a glance.

Even though the sword of Martial God Faxiang had already penetrated several hundred meters into the ground just now, it still didn't seem to have touched the bottom of the dungeon.

And judging from the traces exposed in the sword pit, the treatment in this dungeon is really not good.

Although the houses of Japanese Witches are generally not very big, it seems that everything is developing in a small and delicate direction, but anyway, a cell with less than one square meter of space is too much.

How can this be called a prison cell? This is clearly a building made up of coffins.

In other words, this looks a bit like a storage compartment in some kind of storage warehouse. Those prisoners have never been seen as human beings, they are just materials stored in this warehouse.

But now, someone accidentally opened a skylight for this warehouse, exposing it.

"Hiss, it stinks."

Dorothy stretched her head to take a look into the sword pit just now, but the latest thing that attracted her attention was not the scene in the dungeon, but the stench surging up from the ground.

It was as if the mysterious canned herring mixed with live maggot cheese was stuffed in the stomach of a rotten seal and fermented for seven to forty-nine days before opening the box.

This taste is really a bit heady.

The house witch is a high-inspiration witch, and her senses have always been sensitive, so she was caught off guard at this time, and she almost rolled her eyes and rushed to the street on the spot.

This is the smell of rotting corpses, and the smell can reach such a level, which cannot be achieved by one or two corpses. Dorothy can't imagine how many people died in this dungeon in the past.

The real hell in Huangquan is not such a hell.

It wasn't just Dorothy who couldn't stand it. In fact, when the rotten stench permeated up the sword pit, most of the surrounding melon-eating witches couldn't stand it either.

Even among those guard witches, quite a few began to spit rainbows out of their mouths.

This has nothing to do with psychological quality, it's just a purely physiological reaction.

But after getting used to it for a while, the house witch didn't change her expression.

Well, she directly threw that stench of sensuality to the Fairy King.

This is a good opportunity to train your unyielding spirit, come on, Xiao Si, if you can't even hold on to this level, then what's the point of unyielding.

Dorothy continued to look at the bottom of the sword pit against the stench that could even smudge her eyes.

Among the rubble ruins is Minamoto Raimitsu who has turned into samurai sauce, and there is a scarlet samurai sword in the samurai sauce, but this originally beautiful samurai sword is now on the blade. Already full of cracks, already on the verge of breaking.

This made the house witch a little surprised. She didn't expect that the demon sword was so hard that it could resist her without breaking.

But she thought about it, it seemed that Minamoto Raimiko threw the demon sword on the ground at the last moment, and then blocked the sword with his own body.

And as if sensing Dorothy's gaze, the Red Leaf Demon Knife turned into a human form again, but this coquettish beauty, who was still burning with anger before, no longer had the same charm as before, and was covered in injuries and embarrassed. She didn't even have the strength to stand up right now, she could only wriggle and crawl on the ground with difficulty.

"It hurts, it hurts so much. Woohoo, Master Shuten, I hurt so much"

The ghost girl cried bitterly while crawling.

She didn't want to die, but at this moment her body was like broken porcelain, with cracks all over her body, and the breath of life was flowing uncontrollably from her body.

She looked pitifully at Dorothy at the edge of the sword pit, or to be precise, at the sword in the hands of the House Witch.

"Master Jiuten, I don't want to die, I just don't want to be bullied, it hurts, it really hurts"

The appearance of such a beautiful woman with pear blossoms and rain is really lovable, and people can't help but want to forgive her.

In the space of Dorothy's soul, the soul of Ibuki Yuki, who was floating around, couldn't bear to see the appearance of this best friend who was once the closest to her.

Then she closed her eyes.

Well, since you can't bear it, then don't be optimistic about it. Out of sight is out of mind.

And Dorothy looked at the poor ghost girl with pity in her eyes.

Grandpa can't see the beauty suffering the most, the pain is on the beauty's body, the pain is on her heart, so...

The house witch silently raised the sword in her hand again, and behind her, the tall and mountainous martial god Faxiang also raised the thousand-meter long sword in her hand again with the same movement.

Well, if one strike doesn't work, then make up another strike. This time, it will definitely give this beauty a relief.

Seeing Dorothy's actions, the ghost girl Hongye showed fear in her eyes.

However, suddenly, she seemed to feel something, and a strong desire to survive suddenly burst out in her eyes. Even though she was dying, she was still crawling and wriggling, crawling towards the depths of the dungeon.

And in front of her crawling direction, footsteps sounded slowly at this time, as if someone was walking this way.

Even though the majestic Martial God in the sky had raised his sword to slash down at this time, and the thousand-meter-long sword, which was like a torrent of light, struck quickly with unstoppable power, but the footsteps were still unhurried, without a trace. Tension.

Finally, just when the torrent of light was about to drown Hongye's figure, the owner of the footsteps came in front of the ghost girl. She pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other.

"I am the only one."

The man said so.

Then, a huge jet-black statue also rose from behind her, it was a jet-black Buddha statue.

At first glance, this black Buddha is just like the Buddha statues enshrined in the temple, looking down with compassion, it is very sacred.

But if you look closely, you can find that the entire Buddha head is actually composed of countless human faces. Those faces have different expressions.

All beings are in it.

The same is true for other parts of the Buddha image. Numerous female hands form the Buddha's hands, and women's legs form the Buddha's legs.

So weird and creepy.

And with the appearance of these pitch-black Buddhas, countless Buddha lights unfolded, illuminating the dungeon, turning this stinky dungeon into a paradise on earth.

The stench turns into a strange fragrance, the rotting corpse regains life and turns into a voluptuous beauty, the river of blood turns into a river of sweet honey, the rotting maggots become fish swimming in the river of honey, the crowded cells turn into thousands of palaces, Every palace is extravagant, built with treasures such as gold bricks, agate, glass, etc.

The indestructible thousand-meter long sword just now was chopped at the Buddha country, but the countless Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the palace were chanting Buddhist scriptures together at this time, making the Buddha country on the ground indestructible, no matter how sharp the warrior sword is, It is also difficult to move forward at this time.

In the Buddhist kingdom, Izanagi looked down at the red leaves under his feet, with guilt on his face.

"I'm sorry Hongye, I've worked hard for you, but I'm fine now because I'm here."

And as soon as her words fell, a golden lotus grew on the ground, and it matured in a blink of an eye, revealing the lotus seeds exuding an attractive fragrance in the lotus.

Izanagi reached out and took out the lotus seeds, and handed them to the ghost girl on the ground.

"I've lost Raikou, I can't lose you anymore, eat this, you'll be fine."

And Hongye looked at the location where the lotus had grown before.

That's where the samurai sauce was just smeared.

However, the ghost girl raised her head after being silent for a while, with a grateful expression on her face.

"Thank you, General, it's me and Laiguang who are ineffective."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to take the lotus seed, and swallowed it in one gulp.

So, the next moment, her cracked body like broken porcelain was repaired and restored by a force, and even became stronger, and the vitality that was lost before was replenished and almost overflowed.

Hongye immediately returned to her full victory state, no, she even feels better now than before.

"Thank you for saving my life, my lord. Laiguang is gone, and Hongye can only rely on you, General."

The ghost girl felt the changes in her body, but she had a sad and tearful expression on her face, looking pitifully and helplessly at Izanagi in front of her.

"Hongye, don't worry, I'm not an ungrateful person. I won't lose anything I promised you and Laiguang before. Even if Laiguang is gone, as long as I'm still alive, I won't make you feel wronged."

Izanagi stretched out her hand towards the ghost girl on the ground, her eyes were full of tenderness and pity.

"General."

Hongye was even more moved, she shouted so emotionally, and then gave her hand to Izanagi.

As a result, the ghost girl who had just recovered turned into a demon sword again.

Only this time, what she turned into was no longer a samurai sword, but a long-handled naginata.

Izanagi stretched out his hand to hold the naginata, and then swallowed the remaining lotus seeds.

As a result, the dark Buddha figure behind her suddenly grew two heads and four arms, turning into a three-headed and six-armed figure.

One of the newly grown heads was in anger, and the other in compassion, and the six arms were holding bells, magic pestles and many other magic tools.

And with the change of the Buddha's Dharma appearance, the prestige of the Buddha Kingdom on the ground became stronger, and it began to expand outward directly against the sword of the Sword God.

Izanagi looked at the otaku witch who was not far away under the image of the warrior god, and then smiled.

"Master Xinsheng came to Dongpu, and Izanagi was wronged, and he hoped to forgive his sins. Now, please come to my Buddhist country to talk about it, so that I can have a chance to make amends."

she so invited.

Dorothy looked at the new Izanagi up and down a lot, and then her eyes were slightly weird.

Well, he is a victim of Witch World rules like me.

If she remembers correctly, this Izanagi was originally supposed to be a male fairy, but what appeared in front of her now was a tall, majestic black long straight witch.

Even if this witch deliberately wears men's clothes and looks like a man, there are some things that are lost and can never be found again.

Dorothy could not help smiling gloatingly.

Laughing, it seems that I am not the only one who is unlucky.

It's just that, although they share the same disease, it's a pity that they can't be friends.

Eyes are a very magical thing. Some people make people happy and want to get close to them when they see them, while others make people feel physically uncomfortable when they see them.

Now Dorothy is the latter case

Ever since seeing Izanagi for the first time, the otaku witch's hairs stood on end, and goose bumps exploded all over her body. Anyway, she was very uncomfortable.

And after witnessing her methods, words and deeds just now, Dorothy felt even more uncomfortable.

What kind of textbook hypocrite is this, disgusting, really fucking disgusting.

Especially the undisguised greedy eyes of the other party when looking at her made her feel like there were insects crawling on her body, as if she wanted to swallow her whole pill.

I said buddy, please be normal, I know why you were cheated, your wolfish ambition is written on your face.

Dorothy crossed her arms and looked at Izanagi with a face full of victory in a speechless voice.

"No, no, it's not suitable between us. Uncle, you smell too much. I can't accept it. I don't want to make an appointment."

The house witch shook her head and ruthlessly rejected the other party's invitation.

Who wants to enter that stinking place.

Izanagi's earthly Buddha kingdom can deceive others, but it has no effect on Dorothy's heavenly eyes. In her eyes, any Buddhist kingdom is just a phantom. The dungeon is still the same dungeon, and the stench is still so bad. Poor little four Almost smoked to the point of crying.

Moreover, she has now found the source of the stench, everything is on Izanagi, this guy's current breath is really terrible.

"Good guy, the power of the devil, the protection of the abyss, isn't Dongying Island autistic? Why is it connected with the abyss?"

Dorothy pinched her nose directly, and then thought with some doubts.

But what kind of demon did this guy have a deal with? Toilet demon? Why is it so stinky?

The house witch thought with disgust.

Of course, this is just a joke, after all, even if there is a toilet demon, it is impossible for them to be so smelly.

Although the blasphemous power of demons is the most filthy power in the western universe and is the gathering of all evils at this time, often only the breath of the lowest-level demons is so turbid and smelly, while the breath of high-level demons They are often very pure, they will become the messengers of original sin, and every move is a temptation.

High-level demons are all top idols, well, they are more beautiful than angels, and they are more popular.

Therefore, according to this law, it seems that Izanagi who smells like this can only be regarded as the lowest level of evil, and she has gone astray.

Moreover, it doesn't matter if you are not good at being a demon. After all, you are a fairy, so it is normal to not understand demons, but why is your Dharma crooked?

Dorothy looked at the majestic evil Buddha and shook her head.

She finally understood what was originally locked in this dungeon.

Those are all witches, and they are also the materials for Izanagi to practice the real body of the evil Buddha.

But why in this world is there such an idiot who runs to the opposite side of the finish line?

Stay away from such idiots, stupidity is contagious.

The house witch thought with disgust.

No wonder she didn't like this product at a glance.

On the other side, Izanagi, who was rejected, turned gloomy.

"How dare you reject me, how can you reject me, a Xinsheng who has not grown up is nothing, he should listen to the arrangement of a superior like me"

The Dongying general was a little out of breath, but she just thought about it in her heart, but she didn't say it.

And the person who spoke in this way was actually Dorothy on the opposite side.

There is no way, this guy basically has everything bad written on his face.

Seeing Izanagi whose eyes were getting more and more cloudy, the otaku witch was even more depressed.

"Okay, okay, don't follow the procedure. The final boss like you is really worthless, but it fits my stereotype of the old man in power. What do you expect from something that doesn't exist?"

Dorothy yawned, and put away the cloud in her hand.

Miss Huakui is very fragrant, so don't let that old man dirty the knife.

Moreover, there is no need to use a knife to deal with this kind of garbage.

She directly lifted the demon sword from the release state, and fell from the peak magic power just now to the body of the little witch.

"I really don't know, since you know that I am a saint, why do you still have the courage to show your half-baked calligraphy in front of me? Do you look down on me, or do you think too much of yourself? Well, since you all say that I am a saint, then Just see the authority of the saint."

Dorothy said with some helplessness.

So, at the next moment, Mo Buddha collapsed, and Tai Yi woke up.

The stars are moving.

At the beginning of the month, the two leave slips are all gone. It’s numb. Holidays like May Day are really troublesome. Going to play at home disrupts my rhythm. Alas, how do I spend the remaining days?