Merit Accumulation: I Conferred God and Become a Buddha

Chapter 18

"I found it." The sweet and soft voice paused for a moment, and Jia Lan tilted her head in a daze, "Huh? What is Fengyuetongtian?"

"It's a place where rich and powerful people like to have fun." Luo Mo's voice was indifferent.

Feng Yu pointed to the key point and asked, "What is Xue Ji doing?"

Jialan Qingli's lovely face was stained with a blush.

The knowing Luo Mo covered her mouth and didn't let her speak.

Seeing Feng Yu jumping into the city below, he passed Jialan's knee with one hand in the posture of a princess hug, and jumped off the 500-meter-high iron tower.

Fengyue Tongtian is cast in the style of a magnificent castle, and the huge signboard font on the roof is made with radiant artificial lights.

On the crystal screen inlaid on the front of the castle, there is a charming and charming female face with various styles. She is the artificial intelligence robot Verola, who can blink, smile and blow kisses, and her passionate red hair is scattered in the wind.

Legend has it that the magnificent scene inside the castle is so dreamy and luxurious that it can make people who see it drool.

There are flawless white spiral stairs connected between the spiraling floors, and the shape looks like a labyrinth area.

The top floor of the castle is reserved by Xue Ji today, and she can do whatever she wants.

The breath of desire in the space was dispelled by the terrified screams.

The face was tightly attached to the big tui, the two blond boys couldn't break free, their faces twisted in pain, and their whole bodies twitched.

"Don't move! The more you struggle, the faster you will die."

The scene where the head was being absorbed by the big tui and his companion was being eaten in one bite stimulated the two blond boys to scream.

These pictures made the black-haired boy who was so frightened that he sat down on the ground vomit in fear.

After finally breaking free from the engulfment of the big tui, the body without head and shoulders staggered around, staggered, and fell motionless in front of the black-haired boy.

Snot and tears flowed all over the survivor's face, and he was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

Feeling something slippery and greasy slipping past the back of his hand, he looked down and was so frightened that he almost gasped.

Two kinds of black and red snakes spewed out from the four walls and the floor in large numbers, densely covered, swimming around and hissing.

Their red eyes filled the room, shining with a strange brilliance, exuding an ominous and evil aura.

The grim and gloomy Luo Mo appeared in the room like a ghost, and the delicate and lovely Jialan sat on his shoulder.

Such a man and a woman, although there is a huge difference in height, they are an indescribably perfect combination, and they are a perfect match.

After the door of the room swung open, Feng Yu, full of youthful enthusiasm, stood at the door.

Like a life-saving straw, the black-haired boy woke up like a dream, got up and wanted to run for his life, but met Xue Ji's arm stretching towards him.

The long knife drew a sharp arc, and a dazzling bright silver light flashed in the air.

The blood-spitting severed arm landed on the ground, Xue Ji retracted her painful hand, kicked her foot, her body bounced up, and roared mournfully in a flying pounce posture.

Luo Mo, holding the demon sword "Rainy Night", did not launch a second wave of attacks.

Only Jialan stepped forward to meet the enemy, using a fierce kick technique, and a circle of light emerged from the soles of his feet, forming a silver-white enchantment barrier with strange symbols flashing.

The deformed and disordered Xue Ji rebounded and flew out, and the body embedded in the wall stringed silver sparks like electric currents.

A face that returned to a human face became distorted and hideous because of the unbearable pain, and the red eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes.

"Bastard... Damn... how dare you disturb my hunting."

Xue Ji smashed her teeth and let out a roar of hatred, which finally caused the black-haired boy to collapse completely. Chi Luo rushed out of the door, and the outburst of terrified cries disturbed the crowd outside.

After closing and locking the door, a gorgeous and domineering long sword appeared in Feng Yu's right hand.

Wisps of black air overflowed from the blade, and the deep and glamorous voice of the Demon King was heard.

"What's the matter with this woman? She is emitting a thick and sinister aura, but her body is a... dead body?"

"It should have been not long after his death, and he was possessed by a monster from Beiju Luzhou World, and combined into a monster and a ghost."

Luo Mo, who simply speculated, reminded Jialan to set up an enchantment in the room to surround her.

The girl jumped off the handsome man's shoulder, and when she landed, a "light wheel cage" unfolded under her feet.

This is a kind of enchantment, a silver-white light curtain pervades the room, and dense runes are crawling on the walls.

Jia Lan of the Snake Transforming Dragon is not only a warrior, but also a very powerful enchanter.

Knowing that head-to-head encounters would be thankless, Xue Ji melted into a cloud of blood mist, and quickly dodged the flying sword light time and time again.

This is Luo Mo using the demon knife Yu Ye to launch an attack.

The lingering lights and shadows meet and flash in the void.

The blood mist flew into the air, and the scene of being cut by the long knife branded two black and red pupils. The responsive Luo Mo pushed the girl beside him away.

The blood that split into two surged and quickly rushed towards the snake king holding the knife.

Seeing Jialan retreating unsteadily, Feng Yu stretched out his hand to support her shoulder.

"Don't go there, you'll be in trouble if you get entangled by that ghost."

When he was afraid of the demon king's warning, Jia Lan didn't expect Feng Yu to stand up and block the blood-red portrait.

Instead of wielding a long sword to attack, he blocked Luomo who was controlled by the blood mist with his bare hands.

The two collided violently, crashing into the wall together.

The wall was shaken, and spider silk-like lines appeared.

Dense cracks covered the wall behind Feng Yu, blood seeped into every part of his body, and the bloody Romo in front of him almost melted into his body.

"Aren't you willing to use a sword? Do you want to die?"

From the trembling Ge Lan's sword, the demon king's impatient scolding could be heard.

Feng Yu clenched the five fingers of his right hand, trying his best to suppress the riot of the long sword; he punched out with his left hand, hitting the face of the scarlet figure.

"The help you have found is nothing more than that."

The face of the blood-colored figure opened its mouth to speak, making the evil voice of the blood princess.

She turned into a pool of blood and possessed Luo Mo, easily controlling the opponent's right hand holding the knife, and stabbing with the backhand.

The immobile body was fixed on the wall, and the sharp pain piercing through the waist and abdomen made Feng Yu's mouth bloodshot.

His body and mind were instantly filled with incomprehensible anger, and he swung his fist unbearably.

Golden light emerged from the heart, flowed across his entire left arm, and swung a third punch with increasing power towards the face of the blood-colored portrait.

Luo Mo and Xue Ji who were integrated into one body were separated by Feng Yu's beating. One crashed into the huge French window, and the other quickly attacked Jialan after falling to the ground in mid-air.

The Yaodao Yuye flew out of Luo Mo's hand, firmly nailing to a pool of blood on the ground.

The snake king who recovered his sanity appeared next to the petite girl, his blood-red right eye showed a sad look, and his dark left eye was as sharp as a knife.

The wind blew from nowhere, slightly fluttering his long black hair, and each strand of loose hair fluttered gracefully like dancing.

The beautiful and lovely Jialan was stunned, and couldn't help but be fascinated by his cold and gloomy face. She couldn't take her eyes off her eyes, and felt her heart beating.

Luo Mo's expression was indifferent, and he stretched out his hand and index finger to wipe away the girl's saliva.

Jia Lan blushed in embarrassment, her pretty face seemed to have two lumps of blush on it.

(End of this chapter)