Panguan

But there was still a fool who didn't understand, suffocated in the unbearable pain, rushed forward, and tried to cut off the puppet thread in Wen Shi's hand with the giant puppet.

He shouted loudly, and said hoarsely: "Even if there are hidden dangers here, it's not like you, a young man, can break through recklessly. Look at the people everywhere, who gave you the confidence?!"

"I."

As soon as the man finished speaking, before he heard it, he felt a gust of wind blowing from behind.

In the next moment, he felt the body temperature of another person on his shoulder.

Xie Wen's withered hand supported his shoulder, and the intact one stretched out from behind, and his five fingers dug into his fingers, as if pulling a puppet string for him.

The slightly drooping eyelashes blinked slightly when they heard it, and then, Sanskrit with golden light flowed out from their fingers, like countless dragons, spread out along the long puppet line, passing through countless gray wind pillars, Straight to the sky!

There was a "Dang--" in the minds of all the people who set up the formation, as if someone hit a thousand-year-old clock on the top of a high mountain with a flick of their sleeves.

Chapter 94 Sanskrit

The sound of that ancient bell was thick and heavy, and it carried the wind of heaven and earth, and the sound shook mountains and rivers.

Those who heard it felt that their eyes were dark and their brains were blank. It was as if someone knocked the thin bone from the back of the head, opening a chilly hole, and the muscles and veins all over the body were pulled away from that hole, leaving only a light tingling feeling.

When the blackness in front of them faded away, they realized that they had fallen to the ground, crooked or kneeling.

Some people naturally reject this feeling of being in control——

The Patriarch of the Lin family in Changle is stubborn by nature, and with strong support, he pulled up the puppet line again! The giant purple and gold beast came from all directions on the wind, raising sand and stones all over the sky, and every time it took a step, the ground trembled.

The roaring statements of those giant beasts pierced through the sky and fell into everyone's ears, but they were blocked by the lingering sound of the ancient bell, making them dull and dull.

He gritted his teeth, and was about to break through the barrier with force when he was grabbed by someone!

It was Wu Yin from the Wu family who held him.

"Don't mess around!"

"Let go!" The Patriarch of the Lin family was a little younger, and he forgot to even respect him at this moment.

Just about to move again, Wu Yin grabbed his puppet thread! In an instant, as if a sharp knife had cut through the flesh, the smell of blood came out instantly. Wu Yin completely ignored those bloody mouths, and shouted: "Didn't you find that the pain of breaking the formation is gone?!"

"What..." The head of the Lin family was stunned for a moment, and was shocked to find that this was true!

Obviously a moment ago, he was still suffering from severe pain because of being attacked by the big formation. Now apart from being numb and weak all over, unable to stand up, there is no other pain...

Just after the sound of the ancient bell entered the brain.

Not only him, but others also suddenly realized this!

They still have five sense embolisms. The brain is numb, the muscles and bones are soft, any sound in the ear is like mountains and seas, and the scene in front of me is also blurred. They looked up in a daze, and what they saw was the young puppet master brazenly pulling the entire formation with his ten fingers, with a sharp and straight outline. And the man behind him was wrapped in Sanskrit, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Just for a certain moment, they seemed to see a faint figure under the staggered Sanskrit and golden light.

That figure was dressed in a red robe with a few patches of white snow mixed in, and was blown violently in the strong wind. It should have been blazing and chilling, but it gave off a feeling of clear mist in the mountains.

"That is……"

Everyone looked dazed and lost their mouths.

They couldn't see the face of that figure at all, and they had never seen a similar person in their memory, but at the moment they saw it, the same thought flashed tacitly.

But before that thought settled down, another thick bell sounded in their minds!

In the lingering sound, they also heard countless human voices.

At first, it sounded like a chaotic and noisy discussion, but after listening carefully, I realized that it was rhythmic, like thousands of people sitting in my head, humming inaudible Sanskrit to them.

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I also heard those voices when I smelled it.

There are puppet lines between his fingers that can be compared to the sharp edge of a sword, and they are stretched straight, and the strength and spirit are poured out along those lines accompanied by Sanskrit. The back of his hand was covered with Xie Wen's palm, and the back of his shoulder was against Xie Wen's chest.

He suddenly remembered that he had just started learning puppetry when he was young. The body is thin and small, but the spirit is much stronger than those of the same age. So often the puppet line goes out, the direction is considered accurate, but the strength is too much. Obviously he was controlling the thread, but it turned out to be the thread pulling him.

The golden-winged roc was beside him like a ball with flapping wings, and he was staggered by the thread amidst the chirping of the ball.

In the end, that person always bent down, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and wrapped a handful of puppet strings for him with the other, and laughed at him by the way.

It is obviously a similar posture, but it has a completely different meaning after a thousand years.

Back then, he had to look up to see the other person's thin chin, but now he only needs to tilt his head slightly to see the other person's eyebrows and side face. Like a hug from behind.

He moved his lips when he heard it: "Is it... the curse of rebirth?"

He could hear those Sanskrit sounds clearly, and the rhythm was five points like the mantras often chanted by monks in the world. This is the only thing he knows a little about Sanskrit, and he has read similar books in a dusty room. Later, when I went down the mountain and walked through the forest and alleys to uncage and see off, I saw people copying and heard people read it, but I was not familiar with it.

There used to be a folk saying that when a person dies, he invites eighteen monks and recites twenty-one times day and night.

Leave a mark of blessing on the person.