The Path Toward Heaven

Vol 3 Chapter 52: Why the bell rings

Chapter 52—Why Does the Bell Ring?

Theoretically, the old man should go to the lower level of the town to see for himself. The problem is that the water in the pond is too toxic and corrosive, and he himself feels a bit troublesome.

What's more troublesome is that even if he goes there, he will feel a little sick.

He felt his stomach and felt nothing uncomfortable, so he sat down by the cliff.

If the ghost wants to leave the town devil, he must come out from here.

The old man looked at Bitan below the cliff and looked at it for a few days.

He felt a little boring and a bit hungry, looking up and looking upwards, catching a distance.

Between the cliffs on the first floor of Wuzhen's prison, the wind screamed and the rap disappeared again.

的 The door of a cell was opened, and a tall man was flew out by the shock and landed heavily on the ground.

瘦 This thin and tall man is an evil master. He is so strong that he is bound by the vitality lock and has no power to resist.

An invisible force appeared in the dark world, like an invisible hand, grabbing the evil master to quickly retreat.

I don't know how long it took, the evil master fell down the cliff, crossed the hot sandy plain, and came to the old man by the cliff.

The old man reached out and squeezed the evil master's upper arm, feeling quite tight, and said with satisfaction: "The muscles are good, the evil is full, and it is a meal."

The wicked master knew vaguely the biggest taboo in the town's prison, and shouted, "You monster, kill if you want to kill. Humiliate me!"

The old man ignored him, and with a little force in his hands he tore the whole right arm of the evil master.

Blood splattered, and the sore master's painful face was pale, but he only groaned.

Because of the broken arm, the vital energy lock was slightly loose. He mobilized Zhenyuan and blasted to his brain, just for quick death.

An extremely overbearing force appeared near the cliff.

The old man choked his throat, looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Even a good man, dead meat is not good."

After saying this, he threw the evil master down the cliff.

When the old man waved his hand, the overbearing power passed through his fingertips into the evil master's body, sealing his whirlpool, making him unable to move.

The evil master fell into the deep water of Bitan, splashed with a piece of green water, floated and sank several times, and began to sell off flesh and blood and sink to the bottom of the pond.

The old man stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the picture in the pond, took the broken arm in his hand, and ate it like a radish.

He touched his belly and belched, feeling that he was finally full, and his mood became much better.

At this time, there was still movement in the Bitan Lane under the cliff. A figure like a white fish moved silently upstream, breaking through the dense Qingping to the edge of the lake.

The man brought something out of the bottom of the pond, with a strange shape, like a branch cut by a thunder, and a long reef.

I looked at this thing, the man said a word, stood up against the old man on the cliff, his body shook slightly, and the poisonous pond water was evaporated into smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The man took out a white coat and put it on his body, then brushed his right hand over his face, and covered his true face with a sword, and then turned around.

The old man stood silent on the edge of the cliff.

究竟 Who exactly is this person, he can't even see through this layer of swords?

What's even more puzzling is that this person was able to sneak into the lower level of the town's magic prison silently, without being found by him, and he can return safely and treat the lake as nothing.

How is this person's breath realm not so powerful?

That must be powerful in other ways.

This is good.

The stronger the ghost, the more delicious it is.

鬼 This ghost's body looks so perfect, and the reiki is extremely clean and full, it must have a good taste, and it must be a great complement.

If he could eat this ghost, he might live a few more years.

When I thought of this festival, the old man's eyes showed a greedy expression, the corners of his lips dripped with saliva, exuding a disgusting smell.

Uh ...

In the quiet room of Lutang of Lugucheng Temple, the ancestor of Xuanyin put down the Buddhist scripture in his hand and looked at the young people around him.

He found that Yin San has something in mind.

This is very rare.

He is not saying that Yin San rarely thinks about his mind, but that even if Yin San is trying to destroy the world, the world is often unaware.

Xuan Yinsan wrote his mind on his face, which shows that it is very important or important to him.

Even when the Queen of the Snow Country gave birth to a child, he did not.

His grandfather squatted in front of Yin San and asked carefully: "What's wrong?"

Xu Yinsan said, "I sent a letter to the town's magic prison."

The old ancestors knew that Yin San was doing one thing through Bu Lao Lin, but they didn't know that it was related to the town's magic prison.

He was surprised, but his expression was calm as usual, just like many times in the past.

But then he found his coping problem, and quickly expressed shock.

He used Yuguang to notice that Yin San should be unaware, and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "That's the town's magic prison ..."

Wu Xuanyin's ancestors remembered very well that Yin San packed his luggage and left that day. Is it related to the town's magic prison?

Zhiyin San's realm is too low, and if he reveals his identity, it is very dangerous, so he rarely takes it himself.

At the time when Yuntai was overthrowing such a major event, he just passed by to Kirishima and spoke a few words with Sun Wang.

What kind of major events need him to take action himself?

Xu Yinsan said nothing and walked towards the quiet room.

He walked through the shadow left by the pine forest and came to Tallinn. He took a roll of Buddhist scripture from his sleeve and put it in a stone tower.

At this moment, Guocheng Temple sounded the bell at the end of the evening class.

Walking in the distant bells, Yin San stepped out of the temple and came out of the vegetable garden, watching the burning courtyard in the twilight, remembering the burning Minghe underground, silent for a long time.

The mosquitoes in the town's magic prison have not been able to bring back the soul fire of the Emperor for three years.

But he thinks that Pluto is not dead, but confirms his original guess—Jing Jiu went to the town's magic prison to solve the problem of the sword ghost.

From the day when Gu Jiu entered the town's magic prison ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, he began to make arrangements.

This time he did less and simpler.

He asked Bu Lao Lin to send a letter to the town's prison.

As long as Wu Jingxin is not too stupid, he will tell this fact to the Zhongzhou faction.

No matter what the Zhongzhou faction thinks, the letter will always be checked, and this letter is equivalent to being sent to the town's magic prison.

There was a quarrel behind the wall of the courtyard, and the smell of oil fume. The fat monk did not know what he ate, and Yin Sanxin wanted to be delicious in the world. Who can resist it?

龙 That dragon will surely find a way to swallow Jing Jiu.

Stinging but difficult to swallow.

When it ’s too late, it will mess up.

An earthquake will inevitably be ushered in the Song Dynasty in the Chao Dynasty.

Sui Nine died.

Canglong must.

Out of the Emperor.

This is the picture he wants to see.

He knew the dragon's greed and had confidence in Jing Jiu. The only problem was that he didn't know the situation of being too prison.

The bells of Mangosei Temple sounded again.

He looked at the last twilight, thinking that he could only rely on himself.

No one on earth will help you except me.