Chapter 714

The monk was still chanting the scriptures. His expression did not change. It was as if he had already transcended the world and did not notice anything. Or rather, his essence, Qi, and spirit had entered another place.

For example …

In the painting.

Su Bai smiled. Smiling at this time was really a little heartless. However, he knew that the monk would not mind. Along the way, Gyatso and Fatso did not give him any face because they would not mind such things.

On the one hand, this was originally an unspoken rule. The eight immortals crossing the sea each showed their own abilities. They relied on their own abilities to eat as much as they could. As for what would happen after that, they were too lazy to waste their energy to be angry with you.

On the other hand, now that the second main mission was so difficult, one more Su Bai would not make a difference, and one less Su Bai would make a difference. They had also gotten over it.

Yes, they had already gotten over it. Because the deeper they went, the more powerless and desperate they felt.

In the main hall, Gyatso fought a golden-armored warrior alone and killed it. However, he could not go on anymore.

In the front yard of the thatched hut, Fatso seemed to have once again attracted the Heavenly Thunder and killed the zombies blocking the way. However, the power of the backlash was even more terrifying this time. He was nailed to the rock wall.

In fact, this was already a kind of doing one's best and leaving it to fate.

Gyatso's legs were pierced by a long spear. His only arm was also crippled. He was already on the verge of death. Fatso had no choice but to rely on the Turtle Breathing Technique to struggle at death's door. The monk's current situation …

It was indeed not far from being wiped out.

With Su Bai's ability, if he was facing an enemy, he might have a chance to turn things around. However, this time, he was facing a very powerless and desperate situation. He did not even know who the real enemy he was facing was. Then, what was the meaning of all his previous actions?

Ever since he went up the mountain, Su Bai felt very depressed. It was a feeling that was difficult to describe with words. It was as if he had taken the initiative to send a sheep into a tiger's mouth.

He had seen the old man in the painting. The boy under the old man's feet was that little guy. Su Bai could be sure of this.

However, they were in the painting. Su Bai could not carry a painting out and send it to the demon cave. Things would not be so simple. Otherwise, the monk would not have to 'cut meat to feed the eagles'.

The monk was still working hard. Su Bai could see that.

He squatted by the door and looked left and right. In the end, his eyes still fell on the monk's back.

The eagles began to eat more and more slowly, and they even seemed to be on the verge of collapsing.

Cutting off flesh to feed the eagle was an allusion of Buddhism. It reflected a kind of great mercy, but there was also great danger in the great mercy. To feed the eagle with flesh, Buddhism gave up the flesh, but it also brought along the karma.

What the eagle ate was meat, and what it swallowed was karma.

Su Bai did not understand the principles of Buddhism very well, but he was clear about one thing. With the monk's way of doing things, he would never do such a thing that was purely cutting his own flesh to feed the eagles. He was the only audience here, so who was he doing it for?

As expected, it did not take long before the painting began to tremble. The people in the painting began to become more and more lifelike.

After a while, the old man reached out his hand and sent it to the monk. He flipped his palm and the back of his palm at the monk.

The monk looked at it and closed his eyes again. He shook his head.

Then, he retracted his palm back into the painting. The old man in the painting was holding a baby with one hand and holding a walking stick with the other. He walked among the mountains and rivers, enjoying himself.

In the past, Su Bai really thought that the old man was a Daoist Perfected One. However, along the way, he saw that the old man was not as simple as he originally thought.

The monk sighed. His body swayed and he fell to the ground.

Su Bai coughed and reached out to pat the monk's face.

"Monk, monk?"

The monk opened his eyes slightly. "It's over. It's all over."

"Don't be so pessimistic. Everything can be discussed."

The monk shook his head. Blood began to flow out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Moreover, it was golden blood. It was the monk's blood.

"What should we do next?" Su Bai asked.

"There's nothing we can do. He's not a Daoist or a Buddhist. He's a demon who took over the magpie's nest," the monk said slowly. "He's a demon who took over the magpie's nest, but wants to steal the fruit of enlightenment."

Demon?

A demon who took over the magpie's nest?

That demon even gave me a Continuous Life Pill?

The monk was still breathing, but he was exhaling more than he was inhaling. Clearly, he was in a state of overdrawing his life.

Su Bai stood up and walked to the painting.

His goal, as well as that of Fatso and the other two, was only this painting.

Now that he saw the painting, he did not know how to get the child that the mission required. He was really only one step away from success. However, this piece of paper seemed to be separated by the ends of the earth.

The painting trembled, and a ripple appeared. An old but fair hand stretched out and placed it in front of Su Bai.

"Do you choose to enter the painting with me?

In the painting, you will obtain eternal life. "

The voice was very old, but Su Bai could be sure that it was the voice of the old man. However, at this time, the old man's voice was much deeper than when they first met on the fishing boat on the river. It was no longer gentle and auspicious, but had a kind of cold texture.

"Don't even think about it."

This was the answer given by Su Bai. The painting gradually returned to normal.

Su Bai could only refuse because he did not believe that the existence in the painting could really be greater than the terrifying broadcast. He could not obtain eternal life in the painting. Once the 30 days of the mission was over, he would be erased. Could the person in the painting stop him?

Just when Su Bai felt that nothing had happened, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. It was as if his heart was about to leave his body.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!"

Su Bai knelt on the ground. His face was full of pain and cold sweat!

Tyrant watched from the side. It was just like how Su Bai watched the monk cut his flesh to feed the eagle.

At the same time, there was a touch of pity in the monk's eyes. At least he knew how to use Buddhism to try to open and control the painting. Although he had failed, this was actually the right way to go. Su Bai, on the other hand, had directly gone up and stubbornly refused. It was no wonder that he was suffering today.

Su Bai's breathing began to become very rapid. His hands pressed on his chest. His heart really began to feel like it was about to drill out. This feeling involved a lot of things, and the pain was also great.

After Fatso was disturbed by Su Bai and woke up, he was too lazy to continue resting. He could sense the situation in the thatched hut. His lips suddenly moved.

"That's not right. This is the second main mission that is completely unsolvable. Is the terrifying broadcast deliberately trying to wipe us out?"

Gyatso leaned against the wall. His lips were already pale, and his breathing was very weak. However, his brows were still furrowed. This was because he also couldn't understand why the team had been wiped out this time. It seemed that they really didn't have any strength left to fight back. In the end, after going through so many hardships, they encountered an unsolvable situation. Did the horror broadcast deliberately want all the listeners of this story to be wiped out here?

This … was not in line with the habits of the terrifying broadcast. At least, it would let one or two people survive. At least, it would give them a chance to live and a breakthrough.

Tyrant, who had fallen to the ground, silently chanted Amitabha in his heart. Looking at Su Bai who was also kneeling on the ground with a painful expression, doubts appeared in his heart. A mission that completely did not give them a chance to be wiped out?

That was impossible.

Su Bai gritted his teeth and resisted the pain. Now, he suddenly felt that there was no difference whether he arrived early or late. Whether Fatso and the rest were in front of him or not, it made no difference. This was because in the end, they encountered this painting, a painting that clearly exceeded them in strength and realm. Everything became meaningless.

However, at this moment, a loud shout came from outside!

…

A person in a Daoist robe walked past him. Gyatso was a little surprised. There was still an audience?

However, immediately after, he saw Lam Chun-ying.

It's him?

What is he doing here?

Lam Chun-ying did not look at Gyatso and continued walking inside.

Fatso looked at Lam Chun-ying who was walking over step by step and grinned. Damn, I said that it would not be a dead end. There's still him.

Lam Chun-ying pushed open the thatched hut and walked in. Tyrant's breathing suddenly became faster.

There's still him?

Su Bai was a little stunned and looked at Lam Chun-ying who was standing in front of him.

In Lam Chun-ying's eyes, there was only this painting.

"Back then, you occupied my mountain, killed my senior and junior brothers, and killed my master and master. Now, I'm here to collect the debt!

A few days ago, in the zombie cave, my heart was already attacked by poison and my cultivation was about to dissipate. This also forced me to make up my mind. I can no longer continue to be a coward and drag out an ignoble existence.

I must take revenge for my sect!

I will use myself as a medium to trigger the righteousness of thousands of years of cultivators in Mount Hidden-dragon and perish together with you, you devil! "

Su Bai suddenly thought of the zombie king's memory he saw when he faced him. In the memory, Lam Chun-ying was valiant and valiant, causing him to flee in a sorry state. This was very different from the Lam Chun-ying that he felt. Now it seemed that Lam Chun-ying actually had a backup plan. It was not as simple as it seemed.

Was he the key to breaking this trap?

Gyatso's eyes were wide open. Fatso's hands were also slightly clenched. The monk used the last of his strength to chant "Amitabha". Su Bai pressed down on his heart and looked at Lam Chun-ying.

Lam Chun-ying raised the peach wood sword in his hand. For a moment, the righteousness rumbled like thunder!

At this moment, in the portrait, the old man stretched out a hand and pointed in this direction.

Lam Chun-ying's body trembled and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Then, he fell to the ground and was completely silent.

Gyatso suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood,

Fatso's mouth was open and he did not know how to close it,

The monk's second Amitabha prayer was stuck in his throat and he did not know how to spit it out,

Su Bai, who was kneeling on the ground, staggered.

Appearing at such a critical moment,

Appearing in such a stylish manner,

Right now,

So,

Dead.