Lu Xuanlou put away his sword and stood, looking at the body of the blood demon thoughtfully.
A few months ago, he came here and killed every ten of the big monsters in this mountain. This blood monster escaped by chance and dared to return to this place, which is thought-provoking.
Obviously, the woman in front of him is a big trouble.
"Girl, this is a dangerous place. Come down the mountain early."
After that, Lu Xuanlou walked out of the wild temple and walked slowly towards the mountains.
Hearing Lu Xuanlou’s words, the girl frowned slightly, then gritted her teeth, stepped forward, and followed Lu Xuanlou closely.
If this mountain is a dangerous place, then the young man in black shirt in front of her is her only savior.
Soon, the two of them entered an area covered by a white pine forest.
The pine trees are towering, their branches cover the sky, and white mist is lingering. Walking among them, all you can see is a gloomy and gloomy scene. The ground is covered with thick rotten leaves, exuding a fishy smell.
Suddenly, the girl walking behind staggered and almost tripped. When she saw the thing that tripped her feet, her expression suddenly changed.
It was clearly a skull buried in rotten leaves, stained with stains and dust, with empty eye sockets looking at the sky. At first glance, it was quite creepy.
Lu Xuanlou only glanced at it and then looked away. It was just a skull, and to warriors like them who had gone through countless bloody battles, it was nothing at all.
Not long after continuing to move forward, Lu Xuan Tower was stopped at its feet.
On the tall branches of a white pine tree in the distance, there are dried human-shaped skin bags hanging, densely packed, with hundreds of them.
Those skinned bodies were of all ages and genders, with only one piece of human skin left. Each of them had disheveled hair and looked horrifyingly dead. In this gloomy and gloomy atmosphere, they looked particularly eye-catching.
"This"
Lu Xuanlou's pupils dilated, obviously shocked by this strange and eerie scene.
The girl couldn't help but froze, and said in shock, "What the hell are these things?"
"They are just corpses that have already died"
Lu Xuanlou comforted him and continued to move forward.
Although this place belongs to the Southern Territory, where demons are rampant and human lives are like grass and grass, as a sword cultivator, you can draw your sword when encountering injustice.
Although the girl was extremely resistant to this risky move, seeing that Lu Xuanlou had already set off, she could only bite the bullet and continue moving forward.
Not long after passing through the woods with dead skins hanging from the branches, I could vaguely see a building standing in the distance in the white mist.
As you get closer, you can see clearly that the building is dilapidated and old, with wild grass and vines growing nearby. It is also a wild temple in the mountains.
"Recently, there are indeed people who have been frequenting this place."
Lu Xuanlou saw at a glance that in front of the stone steps of the ruined temple, among the lush weeds, people were clearing them. There is a path for walking.
"Be careful."
Girl DingAfter asking, Lu Xuanlou ignored it and walked towards the ruined temple.
Entering the gate of the ruined temple, you will see an abandoned courtyard, with statues of gods collapsed and fallen to the ground, and weeds spreading.
In front of the courtyard is a hall that has been in disrepair and is on the verge of collapse. The red paint is peeling off, the windows and doors are broken, and it looks desolate.
"Who?"
When Lu Xuanlou stepped into it, a cold voice came from the hall.
Following that, a figure rushed out.
This is an old man with a figure as thin as bamboo. He is dressed in black robes and his eyes are a faint green.
When he saw the girl behind Lu Xuanlou, he couldn't help but look shocked, and then burst into laughter.
"Miss Xie, we meet again."
Xie Fengliu's expression suddenly changed. A few days ago, it was this person who led the crowd to restrain the only giant in the team. Be strong, otherwise Song Gongfeng and others would not have died tragically at the hands of the blood demon.
Now that this person appears, the giant and powerful man may be in danger, and the girl can't help but despair.
Then the old man looked at Lu Xuanlou, wearing a black shirt, a black sword, and a ferocious mask, and couldn't help but think of what the blood demon said.
The black-shirted swordsman who killed the great sage of the demon race with his sword was no match for him.
The old man's expression suddenly changed. He immediately pulled out a bone flute from his waist and blew it hard.
"Woo woo woo"
The sharp and hoarse sound of the flute cut through the silence between heaven and earth, extremely harsh.
"Looking for death"
Lu Xuanlou's face darkened, he drew his sword in his hand with a clang, jumped up, and crossed the land ten feet away.
Shua
The long black sword in his hand suddenly seemed to be on fire, and with a dazzling murderous intent, he slashed away with unparalleled bravery.
The skinny old man turned around and fled towards the main hall, but he was half a step too late. He saw the bloody sword light slashing down, tearing a long and narrow sword mark on his back, blood bursting out, and the whole person was almost split in half.
Plop
The skinny old man fell to the ground and screamed, "You can't leave alive"
The words were still echoing, and he was dead. Kill.
Lu Xuanlou stepped forward and picked up the bone flute that the skinny old man had left on the ground. He looked at it briefly and frowned. The old man had just blown the bone flute, obviously asking for help. He was nearby. There may be others in the area.
A giant sword could not block this man's sword. The girl's eyes suddenly brightened, and she quickly approached Lu Xuanlou. She felt very at ease in her heart, but she heard Lu Xuanlou saying to himself, "The devil's martial artist." , It’s so unsuccessful, I’m really disappointed.”
If this old man had the intention to fight to the death, he might still have a glimmer of hope, but he would turn around and run away, with no momentum left, and only a dead end
< p>The hall has obviously been cleaned and is relatively clean, with no cobwebs or dust.In the center stands a statue of a god with its back to the gate, but it has no head and the colored clay on its body is withered.Broken, nothing special about it.
However, on both sides of the main hall, Lu Xuanlou discovered some strokes. Although they were mottled and damaged, and the colors were dark and blurry, they could still be vaguely identified. The murals depicted scenes of sentient beings in this world. Pictures of ups and downs and suffering.
There is a figure of Buddha and Bodhisattva standing among the vast number of living beings, with a compassionate look on his face, as if he is preaching.
"It is a good idea to regard all sentient beings as suffering, and to preach and teach, and to save all sentient beings. Unfortunately, this temple has been dilapidated for an unknown number of years, and now it has become a place haunted by ghosts and monsters. Only the precious light of Buddhism is missing. How desolate it is to reappear."
Lu Xuanlou was filled with emotion.
In the land of the Western Desert, Buddhism is prosperous, occupying a territory, with many disciples, and the incense lasts forever, even in Zhongzhou and Donghuang.
At this moment, there was a rumble, and a muffled thunder sounded from the distant horizon, shaking the tiles of the ruined temple and causing dust to fall from the beams.
The girl was also startled and looked up outside the hall.
"It's going to rain."
Lu Xuanlou frowned. Warriors are most sensitive to the changes in the atmosphere between heaven and earth. Just when the thunder sounded, he had already smelled the breath in the air. A hint of dampness.
Sure enough, accompanied by bursts of muffled thunder, heavy rain poured down suddenly, and the heaven and earth seemed to fall into the darkness of night. There was a dense patter of rain falling on the eaves of the ruined temple.
The towering white pine forest in the distance was shrouded in thick and gloomy darkness and rain. Occasionally, lightning flashed in the clouds, illuminating the white pine trees that stood tall in the storm like a group of teeth and claws. Ghostly.
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