"The mantra is still the original mantra." The old man in gray robe said loudly: "This is the murderous talisman set by the Great Dream Ghost Tathagata. After changing the order for a while, it became a Buddhist mantra that saves all sentient beings, and it is your nemesis. You deserve it!"

"Hahahaha." Amid the golden lights, Satan's father's extremely crazy laughter came again: "Do you think you won? You have to die too, die with me! Hahaha."

The old man in the gray robe suddenly changed his expression and waved his hand.

With a whoosh, a lightning light broke through the ground, and directly cut off the father of Satan from bottom to top, and then broke through the golden light and fell into the hand of the man in the T-shirt.

It was the eight-sided sword taken away by the old man in the T-shirt.

The old man in gray robe slowly turned around and suddenly pulled something out of his chest. He then grabbed the corner of his clothes and carefully wiped the blood. It was a fragment from the suitcase of Satan's father.

As far as the two knew about the conversation, this was made of the corpse of the white eagle.

It must be the only corpse he had saved just now.

The old man in gray robe walked slowly while lowering his head, rubbing his hands slightly trembling.

His long gray-white hair was scattered and his back bent down, as if he had suddenly become dozens of years old.

As he walked, he stepped into the deep pit that was smashed by Old Dong and fell to his back.

"Grandpa..." the little girl ran over with a scream.

The man in the T-shirt was closest to him and quickly helped him up, but the old man fell down and couldn't even stand.

We looked carefully and found that the old man's feet were gone.

The flesh and bones were all gone without a trace, and only wisps of black smoke were emitted at the ankles.

The black smoke continued to spread upwards, inch by inch...

"Grandpa!" the little girl cried in fear, stretched out her two little hands to try to extinguish them.

I quickly pulled her, this was the fire of hell!

Once ignited, there is no possibility of extinguishing it, so you can only wait for it to burn slowly. If someone else encounters it, it will only cause fire to the body.

It seems that Satan's father also gave him a killing move before his death.

"Senior." The man in T-shirt held the old man tightly and said guiltily: "I knew what happened before, but... but I can't control myself."

The man in the T-shirt had a choked voice.

If the old man in gray robe had not been attacked by Satan's father with a T-shirt man, he would probably not have been like this.

But the old man in gray robe seemed to have not heard it at all, and he still stared at the small white piece in his hand, rubbing it gently, keeping his eyes away.

Gululu, Gulululu!

Suddenly, a grunt sounded around.

I turned around and saw that the pool of blood hanging around suddenly surged, the blood boiled, and strings of bubbles rose from time to time.

All the blood pools seemed to come alive all of a sudden, surging, heading straight to the heart.

"Hurry, sit behind me." The old man in gray robe suddenly woke up and shouted loudly.

After his call, my T-shirt man and I immediately woke up.

The Buddha's voice turns into ghost formation is about to start again, the fifth heartbeat!

The old man in gray robe once said that although this formation has seven sounds in total, after five sounds, those who have not become supreme god-level will undoubtedly die.

Since he had known this, he still dared to come. There should be some way to crack it, but now it is...

He asked us to hide behind him. Could it be that he wanted to help us block this attack with death?

"Senior..." The man in the T-shirt felt a little reluctant.

"What are you talking about?" the old man scolded angrily, and he grabbed both hands and threw me and the man in T-shirt behind him. Then he stretched out his hand and waved the ebony stick back, and he inserted it deeply into his face with a bang.

Gululu, Gulululu, the pool of blood rushes, rushing straight toward the atrium.

The old man in gray robe hugged his hands and shouted, "Yin Fu Wuji, his mind is the same!"

With this loud shout, black shadows burst out from the ebony stick and floated above our heads, slowly forming a big black bell.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Flashes of roars shook out from the deep pit in the distance, like thunder flying underground.

One sound passed, another sound was as anxious as another sound, as if something more amazing was brewing.

The black bell slowly fell down, covering all of us, but he himself stayed outside the bell.

"This is a peerless sad clock. Remember, no matter what you see in a while, don't make any sound." As the bell fell, the old man in gray robe told extremely solemnly.

"Remember, never make any sound!" At the last moment when the black bell fell, the old man in gray robe gave another particularly serious advice.

"No! Grandpa, I want Grandpa..."

I was very afraid that the little girl would move around and shout, so I hurriedly hugged her tightly and covered her mouth.

The black bell covered the entire world, and it was pitch black all over the place.

The buzzing sound came into my ears one after another. I was afraid of any accidents, so I quickly closed my eyes, but a light appeared in front of me.

The light became bigger and bigger, revealing an extremely clear image.

A slightly fat woman was holding a baby, her face full of an extremely happy smile.

Suddenly, a big axe came out of the sky and slashed off the baby's head with a click. Blood splattered everywhere, splashing the woman's face.

Another light flashed over, and the picture inside gradually became bigger.

A young man and woman rode on a speeding horse. As the horse's backs rose and fell, they looked at each other with a sweet look. Just as their faces were about to be together, a spear broke through the wind and pierced the hearts of their bodies. One fell under the horse, and the other was dragged away by hanging on stirrups.

Another picture flashed over.

Three generations live together, happy and sitting around, talking and laughing. Suddenly, the grandson's head exploded and turned into a rotten watermelon. Blood and brains burst out all over the ground! Then the son, daughter-in-law, and wife were all like this, and in an instant, the ground was messy.

...

One after another, the light flew in and then flew away.

The scenes inside are more miserable than the other, and each one is more terrifying than the other, one person, one family, one village, one city...

Pieces of corpses, blood, shocking and tragic!

If the old man in gray robe had not explained it, I would have been unable to help but scream.

The little girl in my arms struggled violently several times, but I held her tightly.

Buzz...

At this moment, the bell rang again.
Chapter completed!