Chapter 62: The prison where the snake demon was held has become the place where it can devour...
He squatted down with a pale face, holding the book, and with trembling hands tried to pull the silk cloth from the neck of the deceased disciple.
He didn't know why he did this, as if he was possessed by a ghost, and he also wanted to hold the piece of cloth in his palm.
"Hold the book, you——"
Before he could finish his words of resistance, the disciple's head tilted to one side as the force of the book was applied. His mouth opened slightly, revealing... a snake's tongue?
The tip of the tongue was split into two, narrow, long and red, as if it was stretching out flexibly, which was completely inconsistent with the death of the corpse itself!
"Wait, is that..." Someone thought of something and shouted in panic, "Snake Demon?!"
The man holding the book was also horrified. He came to his senses instantly, the blood drained from his face in an instant, and he hurriedly crawled back.
However, before he could stand firm, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook.
With a bang, the stone bricks in the center of the square burst open, and the lines of the explosion quickly spread in all directions. With a loud roar, stone chips and dust flew all over the sky. A huge black tail suddenly broke out from the ground and rushed towards the people who had just returned to the Great Freedom Hall.
“Stand back!”
Everyone's pupils constricted and they turned around and ran away in panic, but it was too late.
The giant tail swept across, as if even the invisible air was crushed. Several disciples were blown away, and without even a scream, they were swept into the churning mud and rocks with their blood.
Chishu felt his vision go dark, and in his ears he heard the terrified cries of his fellow disciples and the crackling of collapsing stone walls. He finally realized that perhaps the abbot had failed to truly subdue the snake demon, and even that the deserted Great Freedom Hall might have already fallen...
The snake demon is naturally a very powerful monster, but it is not so powerful in its normal state. Even the abbot Kongming cannot fight against it.
There is no doubt that it was the power of the Abyss that strengthened it.
Then, what happened to Master Zhuang who came here earlier?
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The situation of Master Zhuang, who is being cared for by others, is indeed not good, but it is much better than those monks who can hardly protect themselves.
Her clothes were just a little disheveled, showing the signs of a fight with something, but there were no visible wounds on her body.
At this moment, she was moving quickly in the forest, with several snake tails following closely behind her.
It was not uncommon for Zhuang Rong'er to get close to snakes, but those snakes looked ugly and ferocious, and even emitted a foul smell. They obviously did not belong to her, but were apostles of the tyrannical snake demon under the underground palace, chasing Zhuang Rong'er with a spirit of arrest.
The little snake raised itself up and roared towards the back: "Hiss, hiss!"
Master, put me down and fight them!
Zhuang Rong'er threw it away and chased after it without stopping.
The white snake at the back turned into a giant python as soon as it landed on the ground. Its huge body knocked over countless trees around it.
The little snake was somewhat affected by the demon-sealing formation of the Great Freedom Hall, but it had no problem fighting against the two inferior worms.
You know, they weren't fleeing, they were clearly chasing! Instead, they looked like they were scared by the snake demon and were running around!
The small snake at the back strangled the two black snakes with its huge tail, while Zhuang Rong'er in front had already chased them a hundred feet away.
In the direction of her target, an old, fat monk stopped helplessly in the mountains, stared at Zhuang Rong'er, shook his head and said, "Young lady, you are really chasing me."
His words were filled with anger that didn't match his appearance, and his eyes were extremely lively as he moved: "I did say I would come back to find you, but not now... Girl, you're too impatient."
Although Zhuang Rong'er couldn't see his strange monk-like appearance, she could hear how discordant the old man's voice was.
I think the Nightmare Queen has changed into some specific appearance to attract someone's attention and satisfy herself.
That’s right, the old monk in front of him was the Nightmare Queen who had disappeared for some time.
If they hadn't met on a narrow road, she might not have gone out of her way to attack it.
But once we meet it, how can we be willing not to subdue it?
It's not just that she deeply hates Nightmare Lady, but also because her special abilities are bound to stir up trouble, and if left alone, she will cause trouble.
Zhuang Rong'er tried her best to control herself and not let her emotions get in the way. The information she had previously received from the disciple who was corrupted by the snake demon was nothing but Nightmare Lady's scheme. She had joined forces with the snake demon to pierce the sky.
It knew best what her inner demons were, and therefore struck with precision. If she was truly affected by them, she would have fallen into its trap...
"Maybe we can sit down and have a good chat calmly." Yan Ji continued, "You've always known that I like you the most and always want to be close to you... Hey, my dear, what's wrong with your eyes?"
Zhuang Rong'er frowned.
What a disgusting name.
She didn't want to waste any more words with Nightmare Lady, so she was beside it in the blink of an eye and grabbed the fat monk's neck with her hands.
"Cough cough..." Yan Ji coughed twice and her body quickly became thinner.
Zhuang Rong'er only felt that the neck under her hand became thinner. The Nightmare Queen must have changed her appearance to target her. She could guess who it was without seeing it with her naked eyes.
But she was not as angry as before. This calmness surprised Yan Ji. She changed into that person's voice and spoke with a surprised tone: "Did you change your mind?"
“…”Zhuang Rong’er’s brows and eyes became more fierce.
There were a few rumbling thunders, the strong wind had not stopped, and the sudden rain had already arrived.
"Rong'er, I don't like the way you are. Why do you suppress your strong love and hatred? Is it possible that your feelings for Jing Huai will also fade away with time?" Yan Ji looked at her inquiringly.
Zhuang Rong'er applied force with her fingers, and the burning pain from it made Yan Ji tremble. This man was cruel and would always burn the soul just to torture it!
It does like her extremes, but it also finds it difficult to withstand them!
"Why are you doing this?! I never thought of... destroying myself with you..." Nightmare Lady cast a glimpse of the mountainside while struggling violently. Finally, the corners of her lips curved slightly as she shouted hoarsely, "The snake demon has raised its banner, the demons are bowing down, and all the evil spirits have come to cause trouble. But I see that Saint Jing Huai has arrived at the foot of the mountain. This unrest should finally be quelled..."
Its sound blended into the rain and fog, and Zhuang Rong'er forced herself not to listen.
Perhaps at first she was indeed confused by the "resurrection of the saint" mentioned by the monk, but after realizing the cooperation between the snake demon and the Nightmare Lady, she subconsciously regarded it as false news.
"Feel...here? He, he's coming." Yan Ji gasped heavily, her eyes gazing at a figure in the distant horizon, her pupils shining.
"……who?"
The Nightmare Lady laughed strangely in the pain of suffocation. She knew that Zhuang Rong'er had also sensed it, and her perception would not lie.
It opened its lips contentedly and said, "Jing Huai."
The force that was restraining it was indeed withdrawn for a moment. Nightmare Lady seized this opportunity, and her figure quickly turned into mist and dissipated, floating towards the chaotic battle site at the foot of the mountain.
Zhuang Rong'er could feel many things coming from all directions.
Demons and monsters continue to gather here, like pilgrims, and are almost occupying the mountain gate.
Correspondingly, more people from various righteous sects came than the time at the foot of Wanjian Mountain, rushing to the scene of the fall of the Great Freedom Hall.
There was a body surrounded by the crowd, like some kind of lifeless dead object, like a stone statue.
...but not entirely.
Zhuang Rong'er couldn't sense the warmth of a living being from that "person," but she seemed to sense something else...
A gripping familiarity.
She couldn't help but hook her fingers, but there was no red thread connecting that person with her.
That's not Ah Huai.
Zhuang Rong'er's body seemed to tremble. She stood there for half a second, clenched her hands, and flew down following Yan Ji.
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The mountain rain is too heavy.
The situation is urgent now. The Great Freedom Hall is almost in danger, and the monks who came to rescue have no time to spare their spiritual power to ensure that they are not wet by the rain.
Everyone who rushed to the square was in a terrible state. There were constant suicide attacks by violent demons along the way. The closer they got to the gate of the Great Freedom Temple, the more trouble they encountered.
Thunder roared and white light flashed, and the opening of the earth seemed to be a crop of lightning, but they all knew that this was not the case.
That was clearly the underground palace of the Great Freedom Hall, which shouldn't be exposed to the air! The original forbidden area within the sect!
It has never been so lively here.
When the tinderbox was lit, what was reflected was no longer the smooth stone wall inside, but strange patterns covered with snake scales.
The prison where the snake demon was imprisoned had become its lair for devouring living beings...
The people nearby shuddered. They would not go down without orders for the time being. The monsters on the land were worth dealing with for a while!
They had not yet seen that the situation inside the underground palace was even worse.
A giant dark green python was lurking deep in the underground palace, with half of its body wrapped around a stone pillar. Its eyes were dark green, and its breath carried a scorching fishy smell.
It has tens of thousands of split snake tails, some of which help it tie up the monks who were dragged underground, some help it chase prey in the mountains and fields, some help it drive away the demons around it, and more of them help it confront the old man in front of it.
The monk's white eyebrows drooped, and with a flick of the Zen staff in his hand, Buddha's light cascaded forth like a waterfall, and a golden halo spread out layer by layer, colliding head-on with the snake demon's ferocious and poisonous aura.
In an instant, the Buddha's light was torn into pieces.
Kongming's face was pale, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, but he still managed to keep walking, gritting his teeth and chanting scriptures. Most of his robes had been stained red with blood, and his body was tightly wrapped by the snake's tail.
He closed his eyes tightly and kept muttering to himself.
The snake demon's breathing became heavier under this spell, and within a moment, all the scales on its body exploded, and black mist rose into the sky, like thousands of fangs pouncing and biting.
Kongming paused, his chest suddenly sank, and the Buddha's light gradually dimmed.
“Abbot——!” A disciple who had not yet been hallucinated by the snake venom cried out in surprise while being restrained.
The group holding the book were tied up at the outermost edge. By the time he heard the cry, his whole body was already soaked in cold sweat.
The snake tied to his torso was getting tighter and tighter. He couldn't help but look around, searching everywhere. At this point, even he didn't know who he was looking for...
A ray of sword light fell from the dome, and the cave was instantly illuminated by the bright light.
Just as the snake demon's killing desire was about to explode, a figure fell from the sky.
He stood with a sword in hand, his clothes fluttering, his face as gloomy as cold iron. The sword light suddenly fell, and as it fell, the dark green snake shadow roared, and the roar shook the entire underground palace.
Holding the book, he stared blankly at the man's afterimage, as if he had realized something, and his heartbeat became heavier and heavier.
That was the savior. Even though he couldn't even see his face clearly, he knew that he was the legendary hero who had resurrected from the ancient battlefield!
With him, everything will be fine!
He held the book with tears in his eyes and trembling all over.
Jing Huai's sudden attack did frighten the snake demon, and it struggled more violently. It no longer kept a low profile, and its thousands of outstretched snake tails retracted from outside the mountain. With a sweep of its tails, it smashed several stone pillars. The roar echoed, shaking the dome and causing rocks to fall everywhere, and the sound was deafening.
The man holding the book and the others couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. They heard a huge buzzing in their ears, and their eyes were sore and unbearable, with tears of blood oozing out.
Jing Huai's sword was still sharp. He raised his hand and formed a seal. The sword light was like thunder that pierced the snake demon's liver and gallbladder. The force was so deep and heavy that it seemed to rebound, causing him to step back half an inch. A strand of black mud overflowed from the corner of his lips, dripped down his chin, and seeped into the cracks in the ground, making a sizzling sound.
The snake tail wrapped around Kongming retracted due to severe pain. The seriously injured, pale-faced old monk took a few steps back and looked at the marks on the corner of Jing Huai's lips, and was shocked.
Then...what is that?
Kong Ming's pupils shrank, and a mouthful of blood choked out of his throat.
The snake demon became more and more furious. It roared and screamed in pain, its huge tail tumbling, and countless snake heads merged into one and headed towards Jing Huai.
His sword seemed no match for the snake nets that were attacking him from all directions!
Kong Ming took a deep breath, raised his skinny hands to his chest, and took only half a step forward before he faltered. He could only stare in that direction with bloodshot eyes.
The expected crisis did not come. Instead, a whip made of snake bones was quickly pulled out, winding around the tightly clustered snake heads and twisting them rapidly, separating flesh and bones and splattering poisonous blood!
The snake demon's wails were sharp and terrifying, and its snake pupils were filled with anger and malice. An ordinary person would be petrified on the spot and heartbroken if they were looked at by that gaze. However, the snake bone whip was still wrapped around it, and according to its owner's will, it tightly clamped the gaps between the snake demon's scales, as if to tear it apart alive.
The woman holding the whip didn't retreat, and the eyes of those who were still awake couldn't help but turn to her...
What is that... ?
The master of Cuihuan Valley, Zhuang Ronger.
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