Chapter 16 Black Monk Mu Si and Little Taoist Xiaofei

At the same time.

At the foot of a green mountain, there was endless howling. Countless zombies, the loss of various kinds, slowly wandered from the distance, and the scene was very horrible. Some losses are hundreds of meters high, with horrible thick arms and tigers that can smash a hill with one punch. Some lost their claws, and their sharp claws were covered with poison that made people tremble at a glance. Many unheard of losses have also emerged one after another.

And so many horrible losses are stuck at the foot of the mountain. It turned out that there was a faint yellow light at the foot of the mountain, blocking the lost entry. But the yellow film shook with the lost attack, and it seemed that it would not last long.

On the mountain, bloody corpses can be seen everywhere. Every body is very ugly, and its intestines and so on are exposed. And you can also see huge footprints in the open space of the mountain, and the chilling scenes are everywhere. Most of the temples have collapsed, and broken trees can be seen everywhere. The smell of blood hits the nose, no wonder it attracts so many losses.

At this moment, a short figure stood on a mountain. This figure is a little monk who looks like a child, with dark skin and tears on his face. Looking at the body, he muttered and said, "Mu Yi, Mu Er. Zhiming, Uncle Wisdom..." Finally, the black monk looked sadly at the direction of the temple hall and ran into a cave crying. His mind echoed with the miserable bodies of his brothers and the last appearance of the master. I can't help shouting, "God! Why do you torture me so much?"

"Mu Si, as a teacher, I know that you are kind-hearted, but you are blinded by hatred." A huge palm print was printed on one chest, and five deep bleeding wounds were exposed on the clothes. An old monk with a face of charity and blood on the corners of his mouth said with a smile. On the opposite side, a young monk knelt down with a black face and a round face that could not see his original face because of tears.

"Master." The little monk shouted in a low voice. Children, everything is fixed. Don't be sad. Remember, it was a winter six years ago. Your mother hugged you and wanted to entrust you to me. At that time, I saw that you were less than two years old but had a strong resentment. I know you are not mortal. Bring you back to Shaolin Temple, hoping to do your grievances. But I didn't expect that after so many years, your resentment has become stronger and stronger. Although you usually laugh, it's normal. But the teacher understands that it's because you are afraid that you can't control yourself.

"Master." The little monk lowered his head and sobbed again. That's fine. Nowadays, the world is in chaos, and demons are emerging one after another. Hey! Originally, I named you Mu Si, hoping that you could live a safe life. Unexpectedly, Shaolin suffered such a disaster. Go ahead! Take that wooden fish with you when you leave. The old monk pointed to the wooden fish that turned to the ground and coughed more violently. This wooden fish is the real missionary treasure of my Shaolin. It is said that there are huge secrets hidden, and you should take good care of them. Keep in mind. Keep in mind. Also, there is a way out in the back mountain. As a teacher. It's time to go." After saying that, the old monk smiled and did not look at the black monk Mu Si, and turned his head to look at the west. There was a smile on the corners of his mouth and muttered, "I only hate that the fate has not been accumulated in my previous life, and the ancient Buddha's green lanterns have been flowing for years. I'm coming... Ha ha," the old monk's eyes became more and more cloudy.

"No!" In the exclamation of the little black monk Mu Si, the old monk no longer moved.

The blue sky, the water in the clear river is slowly flowing, and at this time, the distant sky slowly lit up. It is a huge sword array composed of countless swords. Countless sword lights cross the sky, and each flying sword emits a sharp sword light, as if it can cut the space out of a mouth. The overwhelming flying sword became clearer and clearer, and there was a Taoist priest standing on each sword, without exception. Every Taoist priest has a flying expression, and his eyes emit a sword light. There is a feeling of dignity in heaven and earth. And at the front of these sword arrays, there is a larger sword, which is bright and bloody. But on the sword stood a seven- or eight-year-old boy. Looking around excitedly. This child's eyebrows are beautiful and very handsome.

In the depths of an unknown mountain, there is a place that exists like a fairyland on earth. Here, there is no mutant beast and loss, only the fragrance of birds and flowers, which is very different from the dark and harsh creatures and environment outside.

There are countless palaces here, each of which is made like a ghost, like a masterpiece of gods in heaven. Many palaces here are surrounded by a huge and glorious palace. However, at this time, everyone in the palace was cicada.

"What? What a bastard! Say it again." A thunderous sound sounded in the hall. A white-browed old man who looked about 30 years old stood on the table in the hall and roared imagelessly.

"The Lord of the Great Hall, the young master brought a group of disciples who disappeared." This is a beautiful and gentle-looking young Taoist priest. At this time, he knelt on the ground and said in fear. It's just that his words fell. Peng!" With a sound, the whole body exploded into powder. The surrounding Taoist priests couldn't help breathing and lowering their heads. One by one, they knelt down and hurriedly said, "I hope the Lord will forgive me." I hope the Lord of the Great Hall will forgive his sins." Get out! Get out of here if you can't find Xiaofei. You are all dead! All of them are dead!" The angry, domineering and majestic voice sounded in everyone's minds.

The Taoist priest below hurriedly shouted, "Yes!"

Then, all the palaces sounded, and Taoist priests came out of the palace with flying swords. Then, the dense Taoist priests flew out of the valley like locusts and flew into the surrounding sky.

And in the hall, the old man's violent breath decreased. The thin body seems to float away with the wind and close its eyes. He muttered, "If something happens to Xiaofei, how can I tell the adult?"

At this time, Xiaofei, the little Taoist priest, was standing happily on the flying sword and looking around, as if he had never seen the world before. Young master, young master." A young Taoist priest with a black mole on his forehead shouted and flew up.

"Why have we been out for so long that it's time to go back. Otherwise, the Lord of the Palace will blame it." The young Taoist priest lowered his eyebrows and asked.

"What's the hurry? Play for a while. I'll take care of what happened for you." Xiaofei looked at the Taoist priest with a disdainful face.

And at this time, "Yeah. The sound of "Yeah" came through the air.