Devil Seeds

Excessive thinking cannot replace actual action.

Gong Thirty-Six pulled Liu Tianzhen and started to shuttle back and forth in the map of the volcano group.

Want to find out some clues.

Hypothetically, these drawings were not intended to be used as killing fields.

So what is their original function?

A simple world in a painting?

Or is something else hidden?

Thick dark clouds enveloped the wilderness densely, and the erupting magma scattered dizzy light in all directions. The light seemed to be distorted during the heat transpiration, showing a cruel beauty.

This is still a quirky aesthetic that belongs to a particular painting.

The reality of the volcano group, there is a high probability that people will not feel like this.

"Look... what's that?" Liu Tianzhen took La Gong Thirty-Six's hand and asked him, pointing to the picture behind the dark shadows.

Palace Thirty-Six looked up.

At first it was chaos, grayness.

If you look closely, it seems that you can see a forest sea that can't be seen at a glance in the steaming heat.

"It's a pine forest on a moonlit night... Are these two pictures connected?"

"Or, are the different pictures merging with each other?"

hum!

A big yellow-skinned gourd ejected clouds from its tail, carried two people on its back, rushed out of the pine forest, and flew into the map of Doomsday Volcano.

The sudden intrusion broke the original dullness and tranquility.

"It's so hot!" The Taoist sitting in the front half of the gourd opened his mouth and said.

"That's right! My eyebrows are about to be scalded clean." The monk sitting on the back half of the gourd said unhappily, touching his bald forehead.

Gong Thirty-Six did not stare at the two of them.

But recognized them.

In fact, almost all monks in this world, Gong Sanshiliu, knew each other theoretically.

Because they are all 'players' of Huzhong Realm, when their souls log into Huzhong Realm, they will be carefully observed by Ke Xiaoliang.

It's just that there are not so many monks who are eligible to be remembered by Ke Xiaoliang.

But Gong Thirty-Six recognized at a glance that the monk was a famous Samana Loose Practitioner who broke the Three Precepts, and the Taoist was a Taoist Loose Cultivator Drunken Taoist.

"Being a monk requires all things to be empty. You have lost your hair, so you still care about your eyebrows?" The drunk Taoist said to the monk who broke the three precepts behind him very rudely.

Breaking the three precepts retorted: "That can't... shaving your head is nothing, and losing your eyebrows is a traitor. There is still a big difference between having eyebrows and not having eyebrows. The Buddha doesn't care what kind of image he shows to others, but the world is ignorant, but he cares. In what way did the Buddha listen to his complaints and repent."

"It makes sense, now it's mine." The drunk Taoist said bluntly.

Then he saw Gong Thirty-Six and Liu Tianzhen at a glance.

I also saw their hands clasped together.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! Offense! Offense!"

"Let's leave now... let's leave now!" The drunk Taoist patted the yellow leather gourd on the ground, turned the mouth of the gourd, and was about to leave.

Liu Tianzhen threw away Gong Thirty-Six's palm like an electric shock, and then his face was full of embarrassment.

Gong Thirty-Six clasped his fists and said, "The two seniors also noticed that something is wrong here, so you came to investigate?"

People with low emotional intelligence will explain misunderstandings.

People with high EQ use another, more critical message to change the subject in an instant.

Sure enough, both Drunk Taoist and Breaking the Three Precepts were attracted by Gong Thirty-Six's words.

"That's right! The secret realm is divided into regions. Each region is different, but it is slowly merging."

"The poor monk has reason to suspect that this secret realm is slowly merging. The reason for the merging...maybe the reason for the bloody battle here."

"Someone is using the method of blood sacrifice to refine these originally incompatible fragments of the secret realm, and knead them into a small world." Breaking the three precepts is still straightforward.

When Gong Thirty-Six led the topic away, he directly said what he had got and thought.

It is useless to let the drunk Taoist make winks.

It wasn't long before the monk who broke the three precepts spoke.

The magma, which was just boiling at first, began to burst into bright red bubbles.

And right there in that bubble.

Some monsters that seem to be made up of magma are rapidly formed just like embryos are conceived.

"I told you not to say it."

"It's troublesome to say it!" The drunken Taoist complained, but his movements were quite fast.

While waving his sleeves, he threw out a small bronze clock.

The small bell grows against the wind, and then like a hill, it presses towards the bubbles that are pregnant with magma monsters.

Clap clap!

Bubbles burst one by one.

But the magma-like substances that fell out of the bubbles did not dissipate.

Like magma, also like blood, wriggling on the ground.

Absorbing the huge firepower around.

Then they twisted together and turned into a larger individual.

The monk who broke the three precepts was covered with golden light.

Fly down from the gourd.

A layer of Buddha light and Buddha phantom appeared on his body.

The martial arts method is the breaking of the three precepts of the Buddha, but what he holds in his hand is a very lethal mace.

The golden mace smashed towards the wriggling strange substance.

Loud bang.

There was a big hole in the ground.

Lava spewed out.

In the gushing magma hole, more strange things like meat balls and magma aggregates poured out.

Gradually, some weird monsters emerged from the magma.

They are covered with the stone armor of the later generations. They are tall and burly, but their cheeks are sunken, and slender but thorn-like sharp horns protrude from the top of their heads.

"This thing can't be killed. It is basically a Taoist soldier raised in this secret territory."

"Taoist priest, restrain them with confinement." The monk who broke the three precepts was obviously experienced. He didn't make any achievements in one blow, but he didn't panic at all. Instead, he turned around and told the drunken Taoist who was traveling with him.

In fact, the drunken Taoist took out a jade bracelet from his bosom as early as the moment he broke the three precepts and failed to make any achievements.

He held the jade bracelet in front of his eyes and shook it up and down.

Then he threw it out forcefully.

The jade bracelet began to split in the air, and after a few breaths, it turned into more than a dozen jade bracelets of the same size.

Each jade bracelet is aimed at a magma monster.

When the jade bracelet tightly hugged a part of the magma monsters, not only did the magma monsters slow down, but they also staggered around as if they were drunk.

"I have been hit by my shaping technique, try again, if you can kill it."

"If they are really Dao soldiers, we must find out their weaknesses and flaws, otherwise they will be endless, and imprisonment is not a long-term solution." The drunken Taoist said.

In an instant, a flying sword flew out of Gong Sanshiliu's sleeve.

The pitch-black flying sword roared out.

It was like breaking a mountain and breaking a sea, cutting those imprisoned magma monsters into pieces.

Now that there is a monk who broke the three precepts, Gong Thirty-Six does not need the martial arts transformed from the world of high martial arts.

Instead, they used normal monk means.

"What a flying sword!"

"This kind of skill of controlling the sword...is it a master of the sword sect?" The drunken Taoist asked about the details of Gong Sanshiliu and Liu Tianzhen.

After the severed magma monster dissipated, it turned into a crystal like fire and blood on the spot.

Break these crystals, and thick blood flows out of them.

"Forging Dao soldiers with human blood is indeed a sorcery."

"Be careful, we have punctured his trick, and I'm afraid we won't be allowed to leave easily." The drunk Taoist reminded him.

While talking, the drunk Taoist had already pulled out an extraordinarily gorgeous whisk.

The long handle of the whisk he was holding was more like a sword hilt, while the slender and smooth tail of the whisk was like a gathering of bright stars.

Thousands of silk threads fell into the hot and boiling magma as the dust whisk swayed, as if they were traveling underground.

After a few breaths, a large number of crystals with blood condensed in them were pulled out by the whisk.

A large, shiny piece, like a bunch of cherry tomatoes.

The drunk Taoist directly omitted a lot of fighting links and solved many troubles.

It's just that it is inevitable that there are still a few fish that slipped through the net.