Temple of Madness

Chapter 376 Start

Chapter 376 Start

Although I was thinking about the sound of chanting Buddha all around, it gave people a gloomy feeling, as if I had entered the 18th hell.

While shivering, Zhang Yang followed the guards to a magnificent hall. The guards gave Uncle Xia a disdainful look, and said proudly, "You wait here, let's go and report. Remember, today the Buddha asked You have to know everything about yourself, otherwise you will have good fruit to eat."

Uncle Xia didn't speak, but just smiled faintly. He looked like a fairy with a clean sleeve. If he had a shaved head, he might be the most Buddha-like person here.

Zhang Yang felt more and more as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at her behind him, and that unnatural feeling made him very uncomfortable, so he quietly approached Uncle Xia and wanted to ask about the weirdness of those Buddha statues.

Just as Zhang Yang was about to speak, Uncle Xia sounded in his brain: "Don't talk, there are evil spirits hidden in those big Buddhas, and they will convey your every move and every word you say to the big Buddhas."

Sound transmission secret!

Zhang Yang was taken aback for a moment, and he was even more sure that Uncle Xia was definitely an outsider. He had hidden a lot of his strength.

After a while, the guard came out and pushed Uncle Xia forcefully into the hall. Zhang Yang quickly followed, but was suddenly pushed casually by Uncle Xia's unintentional hand and pushed him out. outside the hall.

"Zhang Yang, just wait outside. If you come in, he will notice you. Find a place to set fire first."

Zhang Yang was taken aback for a moment, and soon realized that this was a temporary decision made by Uncle Xia.

Before he had time to think about it, Zhang Yang quickly walked to the corners around the yard.

Along the way, he looked for places to light and dry firewood, and finally lit a handful of fires in four corners.

However, he is very smart, and he did not directly use the fire, but used the flames to let the fire slowly ignite, and finally erupted at 4 points to attract everyone's attention.

Just when things were almost done, Zhang Yang glanced at the sky, thinking that the people on the other side of the scorching sun should also start to transfer.

He found a relatively secluded place, and first used his spiritual sense to search quietly for four weeks. After making sure that no one was watching, he took out the scorching sun and his communication talisman, and talked to the scorching sun.

"Jiaoyang, have you started the process?"

"A few people have already come, but there are not many people. It may be that Xiaohai and the others have not convinced all the people."

Zhang Yang pursed his lips and thought for a while, then said: "Forget it, anyway, we are obeying the destiny and doing what we can. First, take away all the people who are willing to leave with us. I have already contacted Uncle Xia. After an hour, I will start to fight with Uncle Xia. I will be responsible for attracting the attention of the Buddha. Uncle Xia will stop those chasing soldiers. Just break the tunnel."

"...Okay, then you must be careful yourself."

"Well, don't worry."

Jiao Yang took a deep breath, frowned and looked at the scattered people in front of her. She organized everyone to line up and walk into the passage.

Suddenly Xiao Hai ran towards him in a panic, and kept shouting loudly: "Master, there are pursuers behind, those guards don't know where they got the news, they all seem to be chasing us in the woods."

Scorching Sun was stunned for a moment, before he had time to think about it, he turned to Yan Guixing who was organizing the people in the passage, and several people shouted loudly: "Senior Yan! Come out and help me organize the masses, I will stop those chasing soldiers .”

"Jiaoyang, let me help you."

When Yan Guixing heard that the scorching sun was going to intercept the pursuers, he rushed out immediately, and Gu Chengfeng and others also walked out of the corridor to organize the people to continue to move quickly into the corridor.

The figures of Jiao Yang and Yan Guixing rushed towards Xiao Hai's back as fast as lightning, and blocked Xiao Hai with a ding sound, a dagger flying from behind.

Xiao Hai fell to the ground exhausted, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said out of breath: "Master, you saved my life, these people are really amazing."

With a wave of both hands, Jiao Yang transformed into a long sword with a cold light in his palm, and glanced at Xiao Hai depressedly.

"You idiot, you are a level 7 warrior now, how could you be chased and beaten by these people?"

Xiao Hai suddenly realized, an excited expression appeared on his face, but soon shrugged helplessly.

"Master! Although I am a level 7 martial artist, you haven't taught me how to use it."

Jiao Yang really doesn't know how to describe the child, he has seen all kinds of idiots, but he has never seen such a stupid person as Xiao Hai.

"Idiot, follow what I said, and turn the true energy in your hands into luck."

"Sink Qi into the dantian, fold your hands together, and meditate in your mind on the weapon you want to transform into, and then hold your true energy in the palm of your hand, as if pinching you, to shape it."

Xiao Hai frowned tightly, struggling to condense the true energy on his body in the palm of his hand, but it was very difficult to shape it.

Seeing his clumsy appearance, Jiao Yang lost his patience, so he raised his sword and rushed towards the guards who were chasing him, knocking down two of them with one punch and one kick. Going to Xiao Hai's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Since you are Zhang Yang's apprentice, let me remind you a little bit."

Xiao Hai immediately nodded excitedly. Under Yan Guixing's guidance, he finally conjured up his own weapon in his hands, but this weapon looked a little cute.

"...Little guy, can't you transform into a pair of more sensitive weapons?"

Yan Guixing's eyelids also twitched, and he shook his head helplessly.

Xiao Hai's talent is indeed good, but this imagination seems a bit too unbelievable.

I saw Xiaohai holding a long stick more than one meter high in his hand, and the two ends of the stick were two iron balls with chains, which were very heavy. On her body, she frowned in pain.

On the other hand, Jiaoyang had already dealt with all the guards, clapped his hands, walked to Xiaohai's side, and stared at the weapon in his hand with disgust.

"Your weapon is quite individual, isn't it the extended Meteor Hammer? But isn't it too long? The wooden stick is easier than yours."

"Hehe... can I change weapons?"

(End of this chapter)