Chapter 2779： Shinto (1/2)

Song Jing stared at the corpse in thought.

Chu Li looked calm at this place, but it was extremely dangerous.

He had a pain in his head, almost screaming, but forcibly resisted it. Even after taking back the observation, the **** red sun had already appeared in his head, as if it had penetrated into his mind.

Countless lotuses suddenly rushed to it.

These lotuses are not attacking, but blending into it, making it more bright and bloody. The red light illuminates the entire void, and the Buddhas are stained with blood red, as if covered with red blood.

Chu Li's secret scream is not good, and the big sun is still moving, but unfortunately, this round of red sun stands still and is not affected at all, and the large round mirror above the void in his head seems to be stained red.

Rage and killing were raging like waves, and he kept stagnant on his chest, not letting off.

Song Jing was awakened by the monstrous murderousness, and she turned her head and looked.

Chu Li stared, his eyes were bloodshot.

Song Jing's complexion changed slightly, her eyes froze slightly.

Suddenly the intention of killing surged up and could not be stopped, I can't wait to kill Song Jing now.

”Ding ...” Qiankun bracelets uttered a chirping sound, and she woke up instantly, feeling inappropriate, and hurriedly said, ”Smelly monk, wouldn't she be a hit ?!”

Chu Li bowed her head and Shen said, ”Awesome Blood Yangzong!”

When the bright sun was going to devour everything in the mind, the Liuli Miaolian Suddenly turned, like pouring boiling water on the white snow, and the red light that swept the sky was expelled completely.

And the round of red days in my head also disappeared without any trace, as if never appeared.

Chu Centrifuge had a lingering sigh, and sighed with sigh: ”Great!”

If there is no Liuli Miaolian Sutra this time, it is really dangerous, and it is likely to be directly infected with Blood Yang, become a disciple of Blood Yang Sect, or become crazy, and eventually commit suicide and die.

There are only two people in the world who have practiced the Liuli Miaolian Sutra. Disciples of Da Ci'en Temple will definitely die if they encounter this.

It is no wonder that such evil and overbearing martial arts are called Demon Sect, which is too dangerous.

”What is going on?” Song Jing asked.

Chu Li shook his head and said, ”Xue Yangzong is not so simple, Mozong is not so simple, we can't despise because we kill them easily this time!”

”Of course I understand!” Song Jingbai gave him a glance: ”What now?”

If she does not have the Qiankun bracelet, this trip will be more formidable.

Chu Lidao said, ”How about going into their nest?”

”It's rare,” Song Jing hummed.

She thought Chu Li would go in secretly alone, anyway, she didn't pass the battle.

Chu Li smiled: ”I'm still fair. How can the two positions we laid down alone?”

”That's fine, let's go.” Song Jing said.

The two completely killed the two old men in green robes, cut off their heads, settled in the ground, and then drifted into the opposite mountain peak. Chu Li walked around, stopped three times, and entered a valley.

They seem to be descending from the top of the mountain, but they are actually in the valley. There is a dark channel leading to the top of the mountain. Each time they enter the top of the mountain from the dark channel and then appear again. It is almost impossible to enter the valley from the top of the mountain.

They tried their best to keep this place secret, but unfortunately they were found by the two of them.

As soon as you step into the valley, it is like entering a flower bush.

The colorful flowers bloom one by one, the flowers are arguing and beautiful, and the various aromas are kneaded together to form a unique fragrance, which is refreshing and can not extricate yourself.

”This is not inferior to Tianyueyu.” Chu Li said with emotion.

Song Jing hummed: ”Gaudy!”

Chu Li shook his head and smiled, and continued to walk in. He came to a row of small courtyards. There were a total of six small courtyards with different styles, some simple, some elegant, some magnificent, some warm and comfortable.

Song Jing frowned, ”Is there six people?”

Chu Li nodded gently: ”It should be six people ... If there are only six people in Xueyangzong, it is not a concern, I'm afraid ...”