The demonized monk turned into black energy and disappeared, but the remaining part has lost the courage to try to escape.

They stood on the stone stairs, howling loudly, but because of the previous scene, they did not dare to cross the thunder pond.

There are more than a thousand monks in Tiandao Temple, but today at least hundreds of them have died tragically.

There are many people who are not dead, all crowded on the stairs, crowded, reaching out to the red-browed monk, begging him for help.

The countless pairs of waving hands looked like terrifying tentacles in the eyes of the red-browed monk, making him tremble and shrinking subconsciously.

"Brother..."

The red-browed monk murmured to himself, and all the things the old monk had said appeared in his mind.

"A major event has happened to Tiandao Temple, and it can't be kept."

"...Choose the monks in the temple...don't cut off the inheritance..."

At that time, he felt that the old monk's expression and tone were a bit wrong. At this time, it seemed that something major had happened in Tiandao Temple. The old monk clearly wanted to stay and coexist and die with the temple.

"No! Brother!"

Thinking of this, the old monk with red eyebrows subconsciously wanted to walk up the stone steps.

‘Oh! ’

In the yin wind howl, countless demon energy turned into tentacles, blocking his way.

"Go away!"

The red-browed monk uttered an angry shout, and the Buddhist secret technique was displayed with the shout, shattering the black tentacles with their teeth and dancing claws, turning them into black energy, and dissipating among the stone steps.

He was overjoyed when he saw this scene, and when he was about to step up the stone steps, he heard an old voice:

"Let's go—"

The voice was ethereal and magnificent, coming from the temple, like a bell tolling the world, diving into the sea of ​​knowledge of the red-browed monk:

"You are burdened with the heritage of the temple, why bother to come back and contaminate this cause and effect?"

"Tiandao Temple will not be ruined, I just fell asleep temporarily, don't worry about me."

The voice of the old monk is like Sanskrit, and it is introduced into the sea of ​​consciousness of the red-browed monk:

"Let's go, take away everything you can take away."

"Brother..."

The eyes of the red-browed monk suddenly became sour, and he squeezed his fist.

After a long while, he seemed to have finally figured it out, knelt down and knocked his head several times, and waved his palm at the several monks who had left the temple:

"go!"

Behind him, the monk trapped on the ladder cried loudly. Seeing his former companions leave, the hope in his heart turned into despair, and he kept swearing.

The news that the monster appeared in Tiandao Temple spread like wildfire, and almost caused a sensation in the entire Shengjing.

In the minds of the people, the power of the wizard is almost the same as that of the gods.

But in this way, the lofty monk who was supposed to be protected by the fairy Buddha fell into a demon in one day and turned into a terrifying monster.

...

In the temple, more and more monks died due to enchantment.

The yellow sails in the hall became denser and denser, and those who remained were like walking corpses waiting to die.

No one in the meditation room was sealed again, and the countless black doors were like entrances to the abyss and hell, and the unwilling souls inside could be heard roaring.

"Help……"

"Forgive me……"

In the main hall, countless hanging corpses let out a murmur of sobs, similar to the Buddhist hall that Song Qingxiao and the traveling merchants accidentally broke into 800 years later.

The incense burner that had lost people to light candles has been extinguished, and the uncleaned courtyard is piled with thick dead leaves.

The door of the temple was half open, and it was blown by the yin wind against the door frame, making a bang.

The golden Buddha that used to be radiant and radiant split apart, and it was covered with black auras, as terrifying as the Nine Serenities of Yama.

Inside the main hall, the old monk is like a statue, sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha.

The young Aqi sat beside him, looking at the Buddha statue above his head from time to time, the hope in his eyes was gradually extinguished, and his pupils were almost swallowed by darkness.

Countless black air entangled around him, like a black cloud covering the entire hall.

"She lied to me..."

More and more people are dead, and the corpses are densely packed, forming a sea of ​​corpses, with no end in sight at a glance.

"She won't be back..."

The more desperate the little boy is, the more the black qi becomes more vigorous.

The devilish energy became more and more turbulent, and turned into vines, covering every part of Tiandao Temple.

The black air soared into the sky and reached the Shengjing Palace.

The royal family has been sheltered by Tiandao Temple for many years, and the two sides complement each other. When the temple is destroyed, the palace is naturally defiled.

By now, the emperor finally couldn't sit still.

After the devilish energy erupted on the day of the move to the temple, Tiandao Temple finally welcomed the most noble pilgrim in the world.

The emperor wearing a bright yellow dragon robe led dozens of strong men of the Heavenly Demon Guards into this formerly number one temple in the world where no one dared to come again.

‘Crack—’

The door of the half-covered temple was pushed open, and the young emperor's eyes swept across the empty temple, falling on the backs of the old and the young sitting in front of the Buddha.

"Master of Sorrow!"

When the emperor saw the old monk's back, he immediately called out the identity of the old monk who had existed in the world for five to six hundred years.

This first-grade monk had reached the state of a demigod, but at this time he was showing a deep twilight, with his head lowered, like a lifeless stone sculpture, and he did not respond at all to his call.

But the other person sitting beside him heard his voice, his body trembled, and he turned his head slowly.

It was the face of a boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, white complexion, eyes like black gems, and very beautiful.

But when this face came into the eyes of the emperor, what he saw was a face entwined with black air, and gloomy eyes.

Strips of black veins are tied around his face like a brand, his eyes are like two abysses, and there are endless ghosts and ghosts crying behind him.

"Magic Tire!"

The young emperor subconsciously exclaimed, and the moment his eyes met Ah Qi, his divine consciousness was tainted.

‘卬——’

The golden dragon shadow spun out automatically, turning into a giant dragon with its head high and mouth open, entwining around his side, trying to block the black air surging from the sky.

The emperor closed his eyes tightly, but something seemed to be squirming inside his eyelids.

Not long after, a black air hit his eyelids and turned into a slender worm-like shadow, appearing around his eyes.

A hideous color appeared on the emperor's handsome face, intending to suppress it with dragon energy.

But the black air was so powerful that once it emerged, it spread from the closed double eyelids to the surroundings.

The blue veins were called to life, high against the thin skin, moving downstream of the emperor's face, and instantly covered the entire face, making the emperor's face look like a ghost.

Many years ago, when Song Qingxiao entered this scene, he fought with the emperor and was wounded in his hands. I remember that the dragon soul he was protecting was just as powerful.

But after a few years, the dragon spirit from the emperor has dissipated a lot.

The golden dragon is still in power, but the golden light is already dim, giving people a feeling of fangs and claws.

"emperor!"

The Tianmawei who came with him saw this scene and knew that the emperor had been defiled, so he wanted to attack Ah Qi without saying a word.

"Ah--"

A Qi grinned open the corners of her mouth, revealing a weird smile.

There was a high-pitched scream from his mouth. In the scream, all the black air that was swimming on the ground was mobilized by his power.

‘Boom! ’

The demonic energy raged, and the whole Tiandao Temple began to tremble.

‘Boom boom boom boom boom——’

The incense burners and futons placed on the ground were shaken high and bounced, and then fell heavily.

The huge copper furnace was broken into pieces, and countless incense ashes were flying in the air.

‘Ticket. ’

Under the impact of the devilish energy, the Buddha statue on the high platform collapsed inch by inch, turned into golden bricks, and fell down.

‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhh-’

‘Woo-’

The black air lingered, the cry of the soul rang out, and the door of the palace closed with a ‘boom’, and the place instantly turned into a boundless hell.

The Buddha statue collapsed, and the corpses hanging under the yellow silk were revealed. The devil guards who came with the emperor and were used to seeing various **** and terrifying scenes were shocked to change their colors.

The little monk who had looked so beautiful before now turned into an extremely terrifying monster.

The black gas turned into a towering giant touch, surrounding him, like a huge seaweed floating beside him, already ready to go.

As he screamed, the terrible black air swept forward like a tsunami.

"Do not--"

As soon as the screams of the people of the Sky Demon Guard sounded, they were swallowed by the black energy.

Endless black energy penetrated into their bodies, rolled them up high, and hung them in the air.

"Hehehe--"

"Hahaha—"

"Hahaha—"

...

From the mouths of hundreds of hanging corpses, mocking sneers, lightly bumping each other, as if they were struggling, and as if they were welcoming these newly hung ‘friends’.

On the young emperor's body, black energy quickly spread around his body.

The golden dragon surrounding him was defiled and stained with black aura. The dragon soul struggled and roared and wailed.

"Sorrowful Master, save me—"

"I can't fall, I am the lord of the world—"

"I gave orders to the sky, there is a real dragon to protect..." There should be no invasion of evil, and the people will help.

"late."

The old monk who had been silent for a while, finally spoke with a tired tone:

"Emperor, you have lost the hearts of the people, and the general situation is gone."

Since he was enthroned, he has been obsessed with spiritual practice, and he is not reconciled to the world, vainly trying to transform the gods and break through the shackles of mortals.

Power helped make him unique, and eventually corrupted him.

"The dragon energy of the royal family is not the guardian of Tiandao Temple, nor can it be stabilized without beheading the devil's fetus."

It is the people of the world, the people and the people, who nurture the dragon's spirit.

When the people were eccentric, the people were displaced, the dynasty's vitality was impaired, and the magic fetus naturally came into being.

These devil qi entangled in the emperor's body were his inner self, his ambitious pursuit of power, practice, and status. Therefore, his mood was unstable and it was easy to be invaded by the devil qi.

Whenever the emperor deprived the people of their taxes and made the people unhappy, the wailing and grievances of these people would turn into a huge curse, imposing on the luck of the royal family and affecting the stability of the imperial power.

When he didn't think about governing the country, he would rather use money as materials and medicine to support the dragon soul to strengthen himself, but he neglected the people.

If you don't repair dams, prevent floods, punish corrupt officials, or government affairs, the natural consequences will come.

Together with natural disasters and violence, the people were displaced, and even if the demonic fetus was removed, the kingship itself would have been decayed.

The people are centrifugal, and the royal family just spends a lot of money to breed real dragons, what's the use?

This golden dragon, which surrounds the emperor and protects him comprehensively, is itself a symbol of the people in the world.

At this time, it is no longer possible.

"Do not--"

The emperor was even more frightened when he heard the old monk's words.

"I am the emperor of the true dragon——"

He roared frantically, and the dragon energy on his body was repeatedly exhausted.

With the black air spreading around the golden dragon, the dragon shadow finally couldn't hold on. Amidst the emperor's crazy screams, he let out a wailing cry, and then broke apart with a ‘boom’.

At the moment when the dragon shadow shattered, the purple qi surrounding the emperor's body was exhausted.

His flesh and blood was quickly sucked dry by the devil's energy, and his cheeks turned into terrible withered bones.

Strips of black air penetrated into his body, like countless silk threads, hoisting him high.

The monarch who once ruled the world and was once awe-inspiring in his lifetime, like every ordinary person, lost his soul and life and was hung in the temple.

After inhaling the dragon Qi, Ah Qi lost control, and the gleam of hope in his eyes almost disappeared.

He had fallen into the hands of the emperor and was tortured, but because of his obsession with Song Qingxiao, he could barely maintain his sense of reason and did not completely fall into the darkness.

But in order to see his mother bye, he did not hesitate to conspire with the devil, and he himself was defiled.

The long wait made him feel desperate. The moment he saw the emperor again, the devil broke through his inner persistence and almost controlled him.

"She lied to me... She lied to me..."

"Won't come again..."

Tears came out from the corner of the boy's eyes:

"Mother..."

'boom! ’

The devilish energy overflowed crazily, and the black energy flowed out from every corner of Tiandao Temple.

The old monk, who was originally as quiet as a rock, slowly opened his eyes, and said with some disappointment:

"I obviously felt her presence, could it be that I made a mistake?"

The young man who was waiting finally did not wait, the situation was about to get out of control, and he couldn't wait any longer.

The magic current overflowed beyond the stairs, and there were still many dead bodies under the stairs.

After the incident at Tiandao Temple, the place was terrifying, and there would be no more living people here.

Some of the corpses that fell here were unconscious, and they were covered with flies and maggots.

These faint creatures seemed to sense the arrival of the crisis at the moment the devil qi leaked, and fled in all directions with a ‘boom’.

Maggots crawled around quickly, trying to escape the devilish corrosion.

But they didn't escape fast enough, and they were quickly engulfed in the black mist.

"grandfather--"

"Grandpa, don't leave me..."

In the pile of dead people, there was still a faint voice.

It was a boy of about seven years old, wrapped in a sack, skinny and skinny, and his pupils were dilated.

He was snuggling in the arms of a half-corrupted corpse. It was an old man, with his head up at a strange angle, his eyes gloomy and white, and his shriveled mouth wide open.

The boy clutched the dead man's clothes tightly. He didn't notice that he was so angry. On the stairs not far away, there was black smoke like a stream of water, pouring in silently.

"Grandpa--" The child was still whispering, a thin consciousness pierced into his soul and asked him:

"Do you want him back?"

The child's subconscious way:

"miss you."

Naturally.

Father and mother passed away. He and his grandfather depended on each other, all the way to Tiandao Temple, just wanting to ask the holy monks to help give a bowl of porridge and taste medicine.

It's a pity that before the bowl of life-saving medicine was given, the old man died in the brutal beating of the monks.

"Thinking." The moment the child replied, standing beside him, an old ghost who had been unwilling to leave for a long time also spoke in a hurry.

This is an old man who has died, but he was reluctant to let go of his only grandson, so he turned into a ghost after death and wandered here.

If it were in the past, there would be Buddha's light shining under Tiandao Temple, and all demons would not survive.

However, as Tiandao Temple entered the demon, the golden body of the Buddha statue itself could not be kept, let alone the Buddha's light to protect the surroundings, so this obsessive ghost stayed behind and stayed beside his grandson.

It's just that people and ghosts are lonely, he can stay with his grandson, but he can no longer talk to him, hug him;

The grandson didn't even know that he was reluctant to leave, he was still guarding him.

The ghost's wish blurted out, and Black Qi immediately drowned his body.

The devilish energy entered the body, and the decayed corpse ‘moved’.

As soon as the child noticed ~lightnovelpub.net~ his thoughts were conveyed, the stiff corpse under him slowly sat up.

"We can't separate..."

"I want to take you away..."

The dead old man opened his mouth stiffly, raised his arm, and slowly moved up the child's arm, pinching his neck.

...

The devilish energy is out of control, triggering resentment in the hearts of grievances, corpses or living people, causing resentment to spread, and the dead "regenerate", while the living people are engulfed by the magnified hostility in their hearts and become walking corpses. , Hundreds of times to vent the unsatisfactory and painful life.

"Ugh--"

The old monk in Tiandao Temple slowly raised his head and folded his hands together.

At this moment, a malicious thought came from Song Qing's little school of knowledge, asking her:

"At this time, how do you choose?"