Douluo: Conquering the Goddess from a Grass

Chapter 345 Liansheng 32

Behind the stele is the main hall. 36 tall stone pillars rise from the ground to support the dome of the palace.
At some point in the spacious hall, a pile of tall bones was piled up, and a dry and thin old man sat on the bones.

That man is very old, so old that his hair has fallen out, his teeth have fallen out,

Only two strands of extremely long white eyebrows fluttered on his face, and they were about to hang down to his shriveled chest. He was wearing an extremely old monk's robe, which had long been tattered, and the fringe hung in front of his body like eyebrows.

The man was very thin, so thin that his chest and abdomen collapsed, and his limbs were as thin as sticks. There was no muscle or fat on his body, and the bony bones were covered with a thin layer of skin.
In particular, the deep-set eye sockets looked like two black holes, extremely terrifying, but the eyes revealed from the partial eye sockets were so compassionate and warm.

His breathing was very slow, and the sound of breathing was almost inaudible, but what was certain was that he was still alive.

The old man raised his head, and when he saw the two people who came in, his expression was shocked.
This old man is naturally the elder of the Demon Sect named Lian Sheng, who is also the root cause of the destruction of the Demon Sect.

"Ding, the second ring of the plot mission, please observe the host carefully and comprehend the great array of cages."

Well, Fang Xu was taken aback when he heard the system prompt.

Pulling Bibi Dong into the palace, Fang Xu didn't pay attention to the monster-like old man, but leisurely raised his hands and walked along the stone wall of the palace to study the formation that locked Liansheng for more than ten years .

For the stranger who suddenly appeared in the palace, the old man just raised his head and closed his eyes again.

Fang Xu also ignored Liansheng, just walked slowly along the inner wall of the palace,

Carefully look at the positions of the sword marks on the wall and the formation formed by those sword marks.

Fan cage array, it is really miraculous!

Ever since he stepped into the hall of the Demon Sect, he could feel a strange aura,

In the world, some people practice Buddhism, some practice demons, and some practice Taoism.

These people have different talents, and they have learned differently, but after more than a hundred years, they died and Dao disappeared.

A lifetime of penance will turn into smoke and dust, dissipating between heaven and earth.

But the aura in the main hall of the Demon Sect was complicated and complex, and the energy cultivated by the dead disciples of the Demon Sect did not dissipate, and they were imprisoned here.

This big formation is the real cage, the cage that confines all power.

The sound of kicking him and kicking him sounded from the palace gate. This time, three people came in, two women and one man.

Seeing the three people wandering around the palace, they saluted first with a sense of humor.

As if sensing someone stepping into the hall again, Lian Sheng opened his eyes, and said in a buzzing voice: "Unexpectedly, this place is so lively today, and there are young handsome people coming here one after another. It seems that after more than ten years, the gate of the Mozong Mountain has reopened." It's on!"

At the same time as Liansheng's voice, everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.

In the pile of bones sat an old man whose shoulders were pierced by iron chains and a pile of iron chains were wrapped around his waist and abdomen. No matter how he looked at it, he had a strange smell.

Ning Que drew out the long knife behind him, pointed the blade straight ahead, and shouted sharply, "Who are you? How dare you play tricks here."

"I am a self-confessed person. Back then, I made a big mistake, which caused a sea of ​​corpses and blood. Hundreds of innocent people died because of me,"

"I have repented here for more than ten years, and I have mutilated my body to atone for my sins."

Lian Sheng's words seemed to contain a strange magic power, which sounded peaceful and peaceful, like a spring breeze.

Fang Xu glanced at him.Sighing, he said casually, "If I were you, I would choose to kill this man with a knife instead of listening to his nonsense."

Ning Que was taken aback for a moment, Mo Shanshan pulled Ning Que's sleeve, and said, "Senior brother Ning, this person's words are upright and compassionate, even though he is in the main hall of the Demon Sect, he doesn't seem like a bad person, why don't we ask Make it clear and do it again."

"Look at him, he looks like a tree, his shoulders, waist and abdomen are chained with iron chains, even if he wants to kill us, he can't do it."

Liansheng's gentle voice sounded again: "Looking at your attire, this little brother should be from the academy, but judging by your aura, it is obvious that you have just entered Dongxuan, and the academy is really not as good as one generation after another."

"Little girl, your fingers are slender, with thick calluses on your fingertips. It seems that you must be proficient in formations and talismans."

"And your attire is the attire of a disciple of Mochi Garden in the Dahe Country. Based on your state of affairs, it seems that you are the heir of Xiao Wang."

"As for the girl in red, the vitality in her body is so deep, she should come from the Xiling Daomen, but I don't know, is Wei Guangming okay?"

The faces of the three of them changed drastically in an instant. This old man was able to guess the history almost exactly based on the costumes of just a few people. This kind of mentality can be called terrifying.

Ye Hongyu couldn't help asking, "Who are you?"

Lian Chang raised her eyebrows and said gently: "I said earlier that I am a self-confessed person,"

"More than ten years have passed, this world should have wiped out all traces of my existence, right?"

"Let me think about it, who am I?"

"I used to be the Dharma protector of the Buddhist mountain gate of Washan Lanke Temple, and was in charge of the scriptures of the Buddhist Dari Tathagata,"

"I'm still one of the three priests of the Xiling Temple, the ruling,"

"Master Liansheng!"

"Liansheng God Seat!"

Hearing Liansheng's last words, Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu's expressions changed instantly.

With a thud, Ye Hongyu knelt down first, kowtowed respectfully to the person sitting in the pile of bones, and said, "Judgement Officer, Ye Hongyu, kowtow to the seat of the God of Liansheng."

Mo Shanshan's tone was extremely respectful, but Ye Hongyu was completely different.

Her tone was full of excitement, excitement, and incredible emotions.

"Shen Zuo went down the mountain alone, and went away lightly. Everyone in Taoshan thought that Shen Zuo had already realized the Dao and went to serve Haotian,"

"I really didn't expect that this disciple would still have a chance in this life to see the face of God."

"The disciple is overjoyed."

"Adjudication Department, Arbitration Department" Liansheng repeated these three words, a soft light appeared in his eyes,

The emaciated right hand formed a lotus seal on his abdomen, and he couldn't help feeling: "I don't know how time passes in the mountains, and the Sri Lankan has passed away. At this moment, when I heard the word Judgment Division, the old monk realized that time is not forgiving."

"It's a pity that such a lovely person like you would choose to roll in that pool of sewage."

Hearing the words Ke Ren'er, a shy expression rarely appeared on Ye Hongyu's face.

If people found out that Ye Hongyu, the always cold-blooded and ruthless adjudicator, would actually make such a little girl-like expression, I'm afraid most people would be shocked to drop their jaws.

Once Liansheng's chatterbox is opened, he will slowly tell the story of more than ten years ago like those old people who have been wandering in the streets all year round.

Fang Xu was not interested in listening to Liansheng's nonsense, and he had already reminded these people once that since they were unwilling to listen, it was none of his business.

Walking slowly along the inner wall of the palace, carefully observing the sword marks left on the palace wall,
Every foothold and every turning point of those sword marks seems to have infinite deep meaning,

The way of the formation is extremely precise, even if a line is missed by mistake, it will cause the entire formation to collapse.

How majestic and spacious this hall is, with blue stones as fences and sword marks as fences, imprisoning everything in it, Ke Haoran's method is really brilliant.
(End of this chapter)