Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 176

Beside Buchibenma's bed, the human bones of the black takin swayed and made joyful music.

The pale human face on the black takin's forehead swells and beats like a heart, the small facial features on the white bones twist in all directions, and the cracks on the edge of the human face are getting bigger and bigger, as if trying to break free from the black takin's forehead escape.

Following the restlessness of the bone man's face, the black takin with a shoulder height of more than two meters walked around Buchibenma's bed, gently swinging the long and dense ox tail behind him.

Taking a closer look, the oxtail is clearly the hanging hair of a dead head. While the oxtail is swinging, a pair of venomous eyes appear and disappear behind the thick black hair.

The black takin is shaking its white bones and its pair of thick horns as it marches. Its beard-like hairs are like jellyfish tentacles, constantly bending and twisting upwards, as if looking for something.

There were indistinct voices in the darkness, like thousands of drowning people calling for help in the water.

One circle, two circles, three circles.

The face of the skeleton man struggling on the forehead of the black takin calmed down, showing a peaceful smile, which even contained a hint of holiness.

The black takin covered in white bones turned around and walked towards the low hill in the darkness.

With her eyes tightly closed, Buchibenma got up from the bed with stiff limbs, like a manipulated puppet, lightly followed behind the unusually tall black takin, and walked step by step towards the low building in the darkness. hills.

She followed the takin out of the room and down the stairs. Her stiff body bumped into a lot of furniture and made a very harsh sound in the quiet night. However, she still did not wake up from the dream. She still closed her eyes tightly and staggered to the ground. Follow behind the black takin and walk towards the gate on the first floor of the blockhouse.

It was already dark outside the fortress, and nothing could be seen clearly, only the low hill floating up and down in the sky.

On the second floor of the blockhouse, the young child next to Qucuo's pillow suddenly burst into tears and vigorously pushed the quilt covering her body, but Qucuo sleeping next to her remained indifferent, like a soulless corpse.

Dawa Tsering heard the abnormal noise in the room, he put on his underwear quickly and lightly, and slowly opened the door a small crack, and saw his sister Buchibenma walking like sleepwalking, following Behind a black takin as tall as a mountain and covered in white bones.

Dawa Tsering suddenly raised his wrist and stuffed it into his mouth, blocking the exclamation that was about to come out. The boy's not-so-strong wrist was immediately bleeding from the bite.

He returned to the room and took out a carved Tibetan knife with a cupronickel sheath from the drawer.

The young man solemnly caressed the Qunpeng totem on the brass scabbard, took a look at the bright blade, knelt on the ground and raised the Tibetan knife above his head.

"The invincible King Gesar, please bless your descendants."

Dawa Tsering left the scabbard in the room, and walked out of the room with the one-foot-long sharp blade.

Holding his breath, he followed Buchibenma on tiptoe, trying not to make a sound, and after approaching quickly, he tightly grasped Bujbenma's right hand.

Dawa Tsering approached Buchibenma's ear, lowered his voice and hurriedly said:

"Benma! Wake up!"

Buchibenma didn't respond, and continued to walk forward like a walking dead.

Dawa Tsering let go of her right hand, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and rushed towards the black takin with strides.

Dawa Tsering pressed the handle of the knife against his chest, trying to pierce the knife point as deeply as possible with the force of the impact of his body.

The tip of the knife slammed into the back of the black takin, making a sour sound like metal rubbing.

Behind the long-haired oxtail, the pale head bit the blade in Dawa Tsering's hand, preventing him from advancing an inch.

The bone face on the forehead of the black takin blinked, and the takin raised the tail of the dead man's black hair, and it fell from above very gently towards the face of Dawa Tsering, who was caught by the dark breath and could not move.

A broad palm covered with golden light pierced through the darkness, seemingly slowly and quickly blocking the raised tail of the black takin.

The bone face on the takin's forehead suddenly let out a scream of extreme pain.

The black hair of the deceased was firmly grasped by golden palms, and the dark breath was dispelled by the warm golden light. The head with a vicious expression closed its eyes and disappeared without a trace in the dazzling light of the sun.

Under the golden light, Buchibenma woke up like a dream, opened his eyes and stood there in a daze.

Danba Dorje let go of the black takin's tail, and pulled Buchibenma and Dawa Tsering behind him.

"Father Duoji..."

Dawa Tsering held Danba Dorji's hand, his whole body was still trembling uncontrollably.

"Tsering, you are brave and a good boy."

Danba Dorji raised his hand and touched the top of the boy's head, golden light flashed, and Dawa Tsering and Buchibenma were sent to the edge of the barrier more than ten meters away by a gentle force.

This plainly dressed Kham man clasped his palms together, and the golden light around his body became more and more solid. His robust body seemed to be a sculpture made of gold.

He looked at the black takin who turned around, his eyes were full of anger.

"Qu Cuo, you shouldn't kill people!"

The skeleton man's face on the black takin's forehead didn't answer. It stretched out eight slender and sharp limbs, sinking deeply into the takin's head.

Between the eight jointed limbs of the bone man's face, there are many interlaced fine bony spurs, weaving Qucuo's facial features on the face of the black takin.

"Danba Dorji, I only killed a dozen or so people, but you sealed up our Muya's spirit takin, which broke Muya's luck. People who died of starvation, poor people, sick people, etc. There are countless people, all of them were killed by you!

When I donate another Muya priest's bone and blood, and replace Muya's soul object with a sacred mountain, Muya will prosper and everyone can live a good life!

It is her destiny and her blessing that Benma can donate her flesh and blood.

Danba Dorji, you were a Minya person in your previous life and this life, why don't you help Muya! "

The golden light on Danba Dorji's body vibrated violently, and the anger on his face became more and more intense.

"The black takin eats people and takes pleasure in killing people. If you send its soul to the mountain, you want to create a black mountain that kills and eats people.

To use other people's lives in exchange for one's own enjoyment is evil heretics! "

He didn't say any more, and took out a magic weapon and held it in his hand.

One end of the magical instrument is a five-strand lantern head similar to a vajra, and the other end is a sharp triangular pyramid. In the middle, there are three relief sculptures of Buddha heads laughing and cursing, namely King Ganlu, Yan Modi and King Matou Ming. A puba pestle made of heavenly iron, also known as the Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle.

Danba Dorje held up the Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle in his hand, and the blazing golden light condensed behind him into a three-headed, three-eyed, six-armed and double-winged Vajra Buddha image. His stature was almost as tall as that of the two-meter-high black takin .

King Kong glared, and smashed down with his pestle, and the thick darkness that had become solid in the barrier was suddenly blown away by this blow.

The black takin lowered its thick, curved horns, threw off its four hooves and slammed into Danba Dorji's body standing in the golden light.

This giant dark beast had just rushed halfway, when suddenly, a small bowl-sized bone face grew out of its forehead, and as soon as it appeared, it opened its mouth and bit the slender limb protruding from the bone face of Qucuo. , Biting off three of them.

Qu Cuo's skeleton face let out a furious howl, and immediately opened his crescent-shaped mouth to bite back.

Yu Peihuan could see clearly through the monitoring circle, and the newly appeared skeleton face was clearly the appearance of Dorje Huamao.

Qu Cuo and Dorje Huamao's bones bit together fiercely. Qu Cuo quickly gained the upper hand and bit off the lower half of Dorje Huamao's bone. The black takin's face came out, and Qu Cuo was tightly surrounded in the center, making it impossible for her to immediately regain control of the Jihun takin.

The black takin stood still in place, Danba Dorji immediately reversed the direction of the Vajra Crusade in his hand, and stabbed the takin's head with the end of the triangular pyramid.

Qu Cuo had devoured all eleven human faces at this time, but it was too late to dodge Danba Dorji's forceful blow.

The dazzling golden triangular pyramid fell, and the bone-faced mouth let out a desperate wail. At this time, a figure suddenly jumped out to block Danba Dorji's demon-subduing pestle.

"Abba Dorje, Guru Dorje, don't kill my mother!"

Danba Dorji looked at Dawa Tsering who stood in front of his mother, and the Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle in his hand could not help but pause.

It was at this moment of hesitation that the black takin rushed out from behind Dawa Tsering, and a pair of thick sharp horns containing dark magic power pierced Danba Dorji's chest, lifted him high and fell to the ground.

Vajra Puba's dharma was shattered immediately, and the subduing magic pestle rolled aside after being released from his hand. The golden light on Danba Dorje's body almost disappeared, only a little light remained in his eyes.

He forcefully stood up from the ground, still standing between Buchibenma and the black takin.

"Tsering, I will not kill her."

Qu Cuo laughed maniacally and said:

"My good son, don't be afraid, how dare he kill me, this black takin is Muya's soul object, if he kills me, Muya's luck will be over!

Danba Dorji, you can't seal me anymore, this time I will make your soul fly away, and you will never be able to reincarnate and rebuild again! "

Dawa Tsering knelt down in front of the black takin with a plop, and laid the Tibetan knife with a broken tip across his neck:

"Mom, I beg you..."

Before the boy finished speaking, a strand of hair from the black takin's jaw drifted down and penetrated into his nostrils. The broken blade in the boy's hand fell weakly, and he slowly sat down on the ground, snoring evenly with his hair hanging down.

"My dear son, when you wake up, you will see the sacred mountain of Muya. By then, you will definitely live the best and best life."

Qu Cuo looked at Danba Dorje, and saw that he was holding on to the seal and chanting a mantra. The skeleton man sneered, driving the dark breath in the barrier to press down on Danba Dorje who was trying to cast the spell.

Danba Dorje spit out a mouthful of light golden blood, and could no longer maintain the handprint on his chest, panting and fell to the ground.

The black takin walked step by step towards Buchibenma, whose legs were weak and huddled on the edge of the barrier, and the holy smile returned to Qucuo's bone man's face.

"Benma, you have the priest's blood on your body. It is your destiny to sacrifice for the sacred mountain of Muya before you were born. The sacred mountain will be your best destination. The people of Muya will always remember you, thank you."

Buchibenma shook her head desperately, scratching deep marks on the mud under her body with both hands.

"Grandma Qucuo, don't, I don't want to die, I still want to study... No! I won't study anymore, I will listen to you, I will go to the city to work and earn money, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

But Qucuo didn't listen to her pleading at all, and just approached her step by step.

Outside the vortex, after Yu Peihuan failed to contact Li Zhixian again, she left a magic circle on the spot to display the real-time images from the monitoring circle in the vortex.

After that, without hesitation, she stepped into the center of the deep and dark vortex with a halberd in hand.

Before entering the vortex, she looked back at Buchibenma's frightened little face on the eye screen, and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, sister is here."

　Horror, horror, horror, astonishment, astonishment, it turned out to be a [-]-word chapter!

　　Can Three Thousand Characters be called Dazhang? !Shit! Du dog!

　　See you tomorrow!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)