She wants to buy beauty medicine, and you turn her into a succubus?

Chapter 107 Evil Qilin

Everyone looked at each other, their emotions in turmoil.

After the trip to the ancient tomb, the appearance of legendary ghosts such as the ghost bride is no longer surprising.

The important thing is, she said some very important information!
What does the war thousands of years ago mean?
Is that the secret of the Dharma Ending Age?
What is hell?
Could it be a force?
Or... the real underworld?
The eight-foot bride suddenly squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, trembling all over, and said in pain:
"I, my memory, I...

What is hell?
What is heaven?
Me, who am I!

ah!!!!!"

The eight-foot bride let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The sharp scream made the air tremble, and everyone covered their ears with expressions of pain.

The red spiritual power spread in the ancient tomb.

In a trance, a scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

That is... a fantasy!
A ruined palace appeared before everyone.

Broken stone pillars and scattered statues are everywhere, like old men who have experienced vicissitudes of life telling about the glorious past.

Countless humanoid monsters with strange looks stood solemnly in the hall.

The eight-foot bride is one of them.

Above the broken ceiling of the hall, above the clouds, were countless lights and shadows.

Those lights and shadows seemed like gods filling the sky, gazing indifferently at the hall.

Everyone looked at the scene in horror. It was an illusion!

This should be the memory of the Eight-foot Bride!
Han Hai murmured:
"Master, are those demons?

Just by imagining, one can feel the powerful force in them!"

Mo Yulin looked solemn and shook his head:
“Not necessarily, it could also be the image of a person with a high level of cultivation.

When one’s practice reaches a certain level, one can manifest this innate Dharma image.

What's more, it can manifest the laws of heaven and earth!"

Mo Yulin said this and looked at Zhang Xiaoyi.

When the Shushan leader used the powerful thunder method, a red scale appeared between his eyebrows.

The illusion continues.

In front of the pitch-black throne, a cat was playing, a crow was observing its surroundings, and a black dog was taking a nap.

On the throne was a man dressed in black, with black flames burning in his eyes, and his face could not be seen clearly.

The man stood up and walked towards the center of the hall step by step.

Every step was silent and heavy, and every step stepped on everyone's heartbeats, and everyone subconsciously stepped back.

The man's low, hoarse, and magnetic voice came out of his mouth:
"The false gods in heaven use their divine authority to deceive the living beings.

Hell will use blood to bring the false gods to their knees!"

Demons poured out of the hall like a tide, their screams tearing the air.

The little monkey Wuxin's heart trembled.

This man's voice looks so familiar!

When I ate the red heart and awakened my talent, a voice like this appeared in my mind, exactly the same as that man's voice!
"If justice is not served, the fire of vengeance from hell is noble."

Master once said that his power came from the inner demon of a god.

This is also the origin of my name Li Xinyuan.

Could it be that the man is the god? !

The illusion changed, revealing a land stained with blood.

It was a battlefield.

It’s not just lights and demons that are involved in the battle.

There are also Taoists wearing Taoist robes and holding thunderbolts in their hands, and old monks chanting Buddhist mantras with golden light all over their bodies.

There are European medieval knights riding dragons, and onmyoji waving folding fans and controlling shikigami.

Monsters, demon beasts, dragons, and other extraordinary creatures are now divided into two camps and engaged in a brutal war.

Zhang Xiaoyi, Wuxin Xiaohou, and Mo Yulin discovered something almost at the same time, their eyes fixed on the distant part of the battlefield.

That is a huge peach tree.

When the branches are waved, large areas of light and shadow are suppressed.

Bodhi Enlightenment Tree!
Wuxin's eyes became moist, and he murmured:

“Master…”

The illusion changed again, switching to the perspective of the Eight-foot Bride.

The Yin-Yang masters of the East Sakura Kingdom practiced their magic and imprisoned the Eight-foot Bride in a coffin.

The eight-foot bride struggled to stretch out her red-nailed hand, muttering:

"Husband...Husband...I haven't married you yet..."

The illusion is over.

In the ancient tomb, the eight-foot bride still held her head in pain:

"I am... I am the unmarried Nuanyan...

I'm not dead, I'm locked up...

My husband, my husband... "

Zhang Xiaoyi wanted to go forward to comfort her, so he walked up to the eight-foot bride and said:

"Senior, you..."

The eight-foot-tall bride suddenly raised her head, Zhang Xiaoyi frowned and stepped back, retracting his outstretched hand.

Even through the red veil, he could feel the murderous intent in the eyes of the eight-foot bride!
"It was you who sealed me up, it was you!" The eight-foot bride screamed, with a ghostly aura.

The power of death turned into substance and wreaked havoc in the ancient tomb, venting the resentment of thousands of years!

Mo Yulin exclaimed:

"She's gone crazy! Be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Eight-Foot Bride's attack followed. Mo Yulin was unable to dodge and fell to the ground vomiting blood.

Zhang Xiaoyi and Wuxin the little monkey quickly attacked the eight-foot-tall bride.

Lilith also gritted her teeth and played some powerful metal music, and was forced to join forces with Zhang Xiaoyi and Wuxin Xiaohou.

For a moment, flames and lightning intertwined in the tomb, and red ghost energy was raging.

Several people fought a draw with the eight-foot-tall bride.

It was exactly as Li Yang said, if all the people who entered the fourth level of the tomb joined forces, they could defeat the Eight-Foot Bride.

The combat power is equal now because Mo Yulin has not yet made a move.

Zhang Xiaoyi said as he fought:
“Fortunately, this powerful warrior from the previous era has not recovered his fighting strength, so we can still contend with him!
Master Mo, are you okay?"

Mo Yulin stood up shakily:

"Really? He is indeed a powerful ancient man. He almost beat me to death."

He took out the mother amulet from his arms:
"Don't panic, fellow Taoists! The old Taoist is coming!"

After saying that, he took out a handful of talismans.

Mo Yulin's entire attention was focused on the battle circle, and he didn't notice that there was a pair of eyes staring at him with ill intentions from behind.

As Mo Yulin charged towards the battlefield, Wei Ming screamed:
"Senior Mo! Be careful!"

"What?" Mo Yulin turned around.

A piece of talisman paper was printed on his forehead, and he saw the eyes of his beloved disciple Han Hai, greedily staring at the mother talisman in his hand.

Mo Yulin said in disbelief:

"Disciple, you?"

Han Hai shouted angrily:

"burst!"

The talisman exploded, and Mo Yulin bled from all seven orifices. He staggered and fell to the ground, apparently dead.

Han Hai excitedly snatched the mother talisman from Mo Yulin's hand:

“Mother Talisman, I got it, I got it!
You old man, I'm just a white-collar worker, I pay five social insurances and one housing fund, and I get 10,000 yuan a month.

Damn it, I’ll accompany you to beg for food and go crazy with you.

You just won’t fucking tell me how to make the Mother Talisman!

You deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

As Han Hai spoke, he took a bag of magical herbs from Mo Yulin's arms and ran out of the tomb.

The sudden change not only caught Li Yang off guard, but also caught Zhang Xiaoyi and others off guard.

Zhang Xiaoyi retreated violently, gasping for breath:

"I don't have enough mental strength anymore, Fellow Daoist Wuxin, I'm leaving!"

After he said that, he grabbed Wei Ming and ran out.

The little monkey Wuxin cursed in a childish voice:

"I told you long ago that he wasn't a good person. What a pity for my luck!"

After saying that, he also rode away quickly on his old horse.

Lilith also retreated quickly.

Fortunately, Lilith accidentally came here and was forced to join forces with Zhang Xiaoyi and others.

Otherwise, Zhang Xiaoyi and others might not be able to leave safely.

Lilith was the last one to run, and the Eight-foot Bride chased after her.

Lilith looked at the eight-foot bride who was getting closer and closer in horror, and anxiously shouted in English:
"Don't come over here! I have to tell my father what happened in the tomb. I can't die here!"

She caught a glimpse of something from the corner of her eye. It was the young man in Tang suit who brought her into the tomb.

Lilith picked up the young man in Tang suit and threw him towards the eight-foot bride.

The eight-foot bride's murderous intent was focused on the young man.

Lilith took the opportunity to escape.

The boy looked up in fear, swallowed hard, and forced a smile:

"You, hello."

The eight-foot-tall bride paused.

The young man got up and tried to calm the eight-foot bride:

"Well, my name is Xie Qilin, and we actually share the same suffering.

You have been sealed for a thousand years, and I have been locked up in a temple chanting sutras for ten years. I... "

The eight-foot bride suddenly shed two lines of blood and tears:
"My husband, are you my husband?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Yes, my lady, I am your husband."

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The boy and the eight-foot-tall bride, the picture is from the Internet.

(End of this chapter)