si-mexico Chapter 129 Little 3
Chapter 129 Little 3
Mei Shiyu took a short rest and looked up at the freak she had captured.
Calling it a "freak" is far from enough to describe its deformity and ugliness.
From a distance, this evil spirit looks like a large fleshy tumor, its surface covered with dense, fleshy barbs.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the dense fleshy spikes were actually human heads, with the gaps between each head filled with severed limbs, packed tightly together, with broken organs and viscous blood acting as the adhesive for these "parts".
The large tumor was bulging and swollen, and its interior must have been filled to the brim with corpses, almost overflowing. If it were cut open, the scene of the tangled, decaying corpses inside would surely be more spectacular than the roots of ancient trees that have grown for thousands of years in the deep mountains and forests.
The tumor has no fixed shape; it's like a disgusting lump of mucus that can "flow" and take on any bizarre form. Ghostly hands squeeze out of the rotting flesh, struggling and dancing wildly in the air.
It is clear that they want to tear apart fresh flesh and make it part of themselves.
But they can't catch anything except air.
Those heads could still blink, and thousands of eyes were fixed on the white-robed immortal outside the formation.
His eyes were incredibly fierce.
It was as if their gaze and eyes carried a potent toxicity.
The plum rains reinforced the chains of the Daoist scriptures.
He didn't think these people were still alive.
On the contrary, they are already completely dead.
Their corpses were piled together, intentionally or unintentionally, and gradually grew into a mass of unknown origin, sticking together, merging, and even devouring each other.
Such things, whose origins are unknown but are certainly evil, are collectively referred to as "evil spirits".
Do your best to eliminate evil.
But Mei Shiyu didn't want to waste any more energy.
As long as the "chains" formed by the Taoist script are not destroyed, this evil spirit will be firmly trapped in the center of the formation, and it will vanish in less than two hours.
But he overlooked one thing.
There's a saying in this world: "A long night can lead to many unforeseen events."
The nightmare began the moment he turned around.
It wasn't that the evil spirit immediately broke free of its cage, but rather that from that moment on, he gradually became entangled in trouble, thus ignoring the evil spirit and forgetting the potential danger it represented.
As soon as Mei Shiyu turned around, she saw the thick crack in the ground slowly closing.
The repair speed is much slower than before.
This shows that if the destructive power is strong enough, everything here can be completely destroyed.
If the only way to get out is to raze the entire market town to the ground...
Mei Shiyu felt troubled.
It's not that he can't do it, but right now... he's in a bit of a bind.
He suddenly thought of the incorruptible bone in the Bodhi Precepts.
Demolishing houses is his forte.
invincible.
As Mei Shiyu thought about it, he smiled. He planned to conjure up a recliner again and rest there for a while, while also keeping an eye on the evil spirit. Two hours later, he would also "tear down the house," following the example of others.
However, he seems to be born to work hard. Every time he wants to rest, unexpected situations always arise, and he can't expect to have a moment of peace.
This time was no exception.
He had barely entertained the thought of "stealing half a day of leisure" when, before his Green Frost Sword could even materialize, he saw several large, living people sparsely emerging from the alley in the distance.
What a rare sight!
Mei Shiyu muttered to herself.
It wasn't very pleasant.
He had searched both streets thoroughly, but to no avail!
There wasn't a single person in sight.
Now look what's happened, so many people have suddenly appeared.
It takes no effort at all.
Why did someone have to come at the exact time when he most wanted peace and quiet?!
Immortal Mei drew his sword and stepped forward, greeting him with a smile.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that this group of people were dressed exactly like the man he had just met.
That person has already been dragged underground and devoured by the evil spirits.
And these people must be his belated companions.
Mei Shiyu suddenly realized that the clothes they were wearing looked very familiar.
He must have seen him somewhere before.
Those unlucky cultivators in Eternal Calamity Town who were cursed by the Yin-Yang Curse!
"Are you... Immortal Mei?!"
Mei Shiyu had swallowed the disguise pill, and the other party had determined his identity with sword energy.
Once inside the territory, in the demonic cultivators' domain, since it's possible to conceal one's true form, it's best to remain hidden.
Clearly, the five or six people opposite had also changed their appearances, and Mei Shiyu couldn't recognize them at first.
It was a little awkward.
Mei Shiyu began, "I don't know who you are..."
"Yunlan Sect, Yunsong Pavilion."
The other person spoke very frankly and did not mistakenly think that he looked down on him just because he did not recognize him.
On the contrary, Yun Songxuan knew Mei Shiyu very well and laughed heartily, "Little Thirteen, after all these years, your face blindness hasn't changed at all..."