Maoshan Ghost King

However, the Hongpao lowered head masters who were responsible for escorting them to here couldn't control so much, just like dumping dumplings, they pushed the big monks into the blood pool one by one.

The bodies of those great monks were controlled. Although they were unbound before being pushed down from the blood pool, the blood pool seemed to have a magical power. Once in the blood pool, it would be difficult to climb out again. Up to the sky.

Ge Yu's soul was dumbfounded when he watched from the side, and his body was sweating coldly. For a while, he didn't know what the blood pool was for.

And those big monks who were pushed into the blood pool soon became blood people one by one, trying to climb up hard, every time they approached the edge of the blood pool, there seemed to be a force of involvement, abruptly They pulled into the blood pool again.

When they were struggling, a few skulls and some scattered broken bones would occasionally churn up from the blood pool, which was even more shocking.

It turns out that these people who were put into the blood pool will eventually melt into it, which is unimaginably cruel.

As soon as the NPC monks were pushed into the pool of blood, they wailed in pain, like a cramp in the skin, like a purgatory on earth.

After the great monks were pushed into the blood pool, it was finally the great monk who broke his arm.

This great monk was very old, with long white eyebrows, and was pushed to the edge of the blood pool by two descendants wearing red robes.

Compared with the previous great monks, this very old monk seems a lot calmer. You may know that even a futile struggle is of no use. When he walked to the edge of the blood pool, his face was extremely calm and he didn't need to be around. The two red robe descending masters started to jump into the blood pool.

Jumping into the blood pool, the great monk did not mourn like the others, his face was still calm, and he closed his eyes slightly.

This great monk stood up with one hand, floating in a pool of blood like a Buddha.

The few people standing on the edge of the blood pool, the red robe descended head teacher, looked at the great monk and couldn't help but change their admiration. Perhaps no one who jumped into the blood pool before would be calm and calm like this great monk. , Be willing to die.

And the great monk with the broken arm was probably the Mai Peng Zen master of the Reclining Buddha Temple. He was arrested by Song En in order to protect Thira.

Earlier, I heard Chen Guang said that Wu Long, the third figure of the Black Water Saint Ling, likes to devour the master’s cultivation base and increase his strength. If you want to transform the power between the blood pool and the cauldron, you can turn those masters. Cultivation is a medium of transformation, thus blessing Na Wulong's cultivation.

This river and lake in Southeast Asia is obviously more **** than China.

The cultivation forces in Southeast Asia are like ordinary sand, but the Heishui Shengling family dominates, controlling the entire rivers and lakes of Southeast Asia, and can do whatever they want.

This is completely different from the situation in China. There are many Chinese sects, and there are many masters of the two lines of Buddhism and Taoism. Normally, there may be some open and secret struggles between the sects, but once they are threatened, these sects will gather together and share each other. Fight against disasters.

It is precisely because of this that the black dragon ancestor did not dare to be so arrogant.

Looking at the purgatory-like horror scene in the blood pool, and then at the huge three-legged cauldron above the blood pool, Ge Yu thought a lot of thoughts, and finally put the spirit away and returned to Ge Yu's. in vivo.

Taking a deep breath, Ge Yu who walked slowly in front opened his eyes.

The black little girl behind her couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Yu, what scene there, have you seen it?"

"There is a blood pool, and there are many people in the blood pool. Wu Long is definitely a big disaster, but depending on the situation, this person is not something we can deal with. Let's save people first." Ge Yu said with lingering fear.

While they were talking, the group came to a house yard. At the door of the house, there were still two descendants wearing red robes guarding.

Mu Cha didn't need everyone to remind him, so he hurried over and told the two red robe descending masters that Young Master Song En had greeted him in advance and asked him to come and take orders.

This place is calm and accustomed, and there has never been any danger, so the two lowered heads did not suspect that they were false, but just nodded slightly, and put Ge Yu and his party into the yard.

This house is very large, with bright lights inside, somewhat similar to a courtyard house.

After entering the main entrance, a figure was revealed in the room directly opposite, as if walking back and forth.

At the door of the main wing, there were two red-robed descendants standing there, presumably to protect Song En's safety.

Not long after entering the courtyard, Mu Cha pointed in the direction of the main wing. It goes without saying that Song En must be there.

As soon as they saw the two black-robed head-down masters standing at that door, several people frowned slightly. How to bring these two guys down without disturbing Song En was the key.

However, the cultivation bases of these red-robed descending head masters are estimated to be in the realm of real people, and it may not be so easy to bring them down.

At this moment, I was in the yard, so I could only bite the bullet and move on.

When the group of people came to the door of the house, Mu Cha began to become a little nervous, not knowing what to do. Ge Yu stabbed him with a finger in the back, and he took a step forward. Just about to speak, one of them was red. The head teacher said: "The young master has an order. There are very important things tonight. Don't let anyone disturb you. I will talk about it after the young master has finished."

Na Mucha didn't know what to say. After listening to the red robe lowered head teacher, he breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully, "Well, then, we'll just wait here."

With that, Mu Cha took a step back and stood with Ge Yu and the others.

Ge Yu and the others bowed their heads one after another, preventing the two red robe descending masters from seeing their faces clearly.

Several people pricked their ears and listened carefully to the movement in the room.

As soon as they entered the yard, they heard a vague voice coming from the house.

"Sister Tila, I have been thinking about you all these years. If you had promised to be my woman, you wouldn't end up like this. Don’t say anything else, let’s join hands. Controlling Pattaya will surely be able to flourish." Song En in the room said with a triumphant energy.

"Song En, stop talking nonsense, how can I let my son go? As long as you let her go, I will do what you want."

A familiar voice came, and everyone's hearts trembled. That's right, this voice was pulled.