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Chapter 1846 Send Buddha to the West

Just now, Ge Yu did meet the monk in his eighties and jumped into the strange blood pool, which really had the style of an eminent monk.

At this moment, seeing Tila look embarrassed, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Forget it, I sent the Buddha to Xiba. Originally, they were unable to protect themselves when they crossed the river. Ge Yu meant that they would save their lives first and then talk about others.

But if Tila insists on saving people, they will not go against Tila's intentions. If Tila goes to save people by herself, it will be even more dangerous. If she falls into the hands of those who are Black Shui Shengling again, all her efforts will be in vain.

The guys exchanged glances and looked solemn.

Ge Yu directly replaced everyone and said, "Sister-in-law, do you have to save someone?"

"He is kind to me, and I cannot be ungrateful." Tira said with his eyes slightly red.

"I understand, I know where Zen Master Maipong is. When we came here just now, I looked at the Wulong practice place and saw Zen Master Maipong and several great monks from the Reclining Buddha Temple." Ge Yu said seriously.

"Tait seriously?" Tira said excitedly.

"Well, I'm sure, but there is a saying to my sister-in-law, let's do the things to save people. Just watch from the side. After saving people, we will leave immediately." Ge Yu said again.

He nodded repeatedly, expressing his agreement.

Everyone looked at each other and found that this was another business of pulling teeth from the tiger's mouth, so they should be very careful.

After making up their minds, everyone walked towards the Wulong practiced place again. When they were still a long way from the Wulong practiced place, they heard heart-wrenching screams coming from the place. Just listening, it made people feel very uncomfortable, and Tira even frowned.

"Sister-in-law, you have to be mentally prepared. The place where Wulong practices is very terrifying. There is a huge blood pool, and there are living people in the blood pool. Wulong practices by devouring the essence and blood energy of living people to increase his cultivation. I think Xiao Lu is better off not watching it, so as to save nightmares at night." Ge Yu reminded.

He lifted his heart and looked at Wu Silu with some concern.

But Wu Silu smiled and said, "Mom, I'm not afraid."

Now that things are happening, everyone doesn’t care about so much, and it’s impossible for such a child to be separated from everyone.

Soon, the place was getting closer and closer, and the heart-wrenching howling sound was a little deafening.

There was still someone guarding the place. Ge Yu glanced at the old ghost possessed by Song En and signaled him to walk in front.

The old ghost nodded and walked towards the place where Wulong practiced. When he just walked to the door, he was immediately intercepted by two red-robed sacrificers standing at the door. Ge Yu stared at them and found that these two people seemed to be different from the people guarding the gate before.

"Young Master, this is the place where the master practices, and you are not allowed to break in without authorization." A red-robed master said politely.

The old ghost was still three or four meters away from the red-robed snort master, and immediately snorted coldly, "Can't even I come in?"

"Young Master, you can go in alone, but these subordinates around you..." Another red-robed sacrificial master said carefully.

"Get out." The old ghost possessed Song En said lightly.

Maybe Songen is used to being arrogant and domineering here. That old ghost has lived for a hundred or two years. He is very proficient in human relationships and worldly affairs. He speaks out two simple words and is very imposing.

The two red-robed sacrificial masters immediately did not dare to act rashly. They lowered their heads and took the initiative to make way for everyone.

The old ghost possessed Songen's body quickly stepped forward and walked straight into the yard.

Ge Yu and the others followed closely behind and entered one after another.

Before I entered the yard, I smelled a strong smell of blood, which made me feel a little disgusting.

Song En, who was possessed in front, continued to walk forward, and everyone soon saw the huge pool of blood.

Someone in the blood pool was wailing fiercely, constantly struggling towards the shore. But when they finally climbed to the shore, they were pulled back by an invisible force. After repeated recurring, they kept struggling in the abyss of pain and could not extricate themselves.

This scene is like a purgatory on earth, which ordinary people cannot imagine.

At this moment, even Wu Silu, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, felt a little fear and held the lifted hand nervously, but his eyes were still looking towards the direction of the blood pool. This boy seemed to have a stubborn spirit innately, and he wanted to defeat whatever he feared.

Ge Yu glanced at him and thought that this kid must be Wu Jiuyin's seed, and his eyes were exactly the same as Wu Jiuyin's.

While walking towards the blood pool, everyone observed the movements around. The last time Ge Yu came in with a wisp of soul, he did not look at it carefully. He glanced roughly and then went out.

Now, after a closer look, I found that the layout direction of the entire yard was a large magic circle.

The layout of the yard, the location of the blood pool, the exquisite and strange runes on the floor tiles, the huge three-legged cauldron suspended from the blood pool, and the people standing around them all cater to the principles of the five elements of the world, and constantly squeezed out the cultivation of the masters in the blood pool.

When they were still some distance away from the blood pool, everyone's hearts became a little depressed inexplicably.

The old ghost possessed Song En was a little scared when he saw this scene and stood there without any movement.

Ge Yu coughed dryly behind him, and the old genius moved his steps towards the blood pool.

When he was three or four meters away from the blood pool, four or five red-robed sacrificial masters suddenly walked out from one side of the yard and bowed to Songen. One of them said politely: "Young Master, it's so late, what are you doing in this place?"

"Why, can't I come to this place?" the old ghost said with his nostrils facing the sky.

"It's not that I can't come, it's just that it's too late..." The red-robed sacrificer's voice became much smaller.

It can be seen how arrogant Songen is here. All the people from Wulong look humble when they see this kid.

The old ghost waved his hand and said, "I came here just for one thing, to get me the big monks I caught from the Reclining Buddha Temple today. I still have some things to ask them."
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