20demayo Chapter 190 Ghost Face Flower
Chapter 190 Ghost Face Flower
At this time, the nineteen monks in the special stone chamber were playing the game of passing the flower while beating the drum.
Actually it's not very accurate.
It should be said that it is passing the flower within a limited time.
The first monk who received the Ghost Face Flower quickly recovered after the initial shock.
After all, he was a monk who had gone through four rounds of battles, and he was not scared by such a strange-looking flower.
Soon, I came up with various ways to wake up the flower in my hand.
As for whether to pass the flower or not, that depends on him.
The voice in the sky didn't set any time limit for this.
The monk thought he was very clever.
He first chose to touch the eyes of the human face in the flower.
If this flower opens its eyes, does it mean it has woken up?
When he touched the human face in the flower, the touch was very similar to that of a human, and the monk felt a little disgusted for a moment.
I feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
The monk didn't think much about it and was just about to lift the eyelids of the human face.
"My fellow Taoist holding the flowers, your hand! Your hand!"
On a platform opposite the monk, someone was jumping and shouting at him.
Hand? What hand?
The monk looked at his hands in confusion.
Then he was horrified to find that his hands had turned black.
This, this is a sign of deep poisoning!
When was he poisoned?
The monk suppressed an unknown feeling of nausea while thinking.
"Throw away the flowers!"
The monk on the opposite side continued to shout.
Oh yes, he felt uncomfortable from the moment he got the flower.
The monk thought about it and looked down at the flowers in his hand.
In a flash, he figured it out and threw the flowers hard onto the platform next door.
Then he took out the detoxification pill and took it. The black color on his hands that was originally spreading upwards gradually faded away.
The nausea gradually disappeared.
It turned out that he had been poisoned a long time ago.
The monk was still frightened. If he had not been reminded early, he would have been poisoned to death by the flower without knowing it.
He asked why there was no set time limit for passing the flower.
It turns out that there is no need to set a time limit at all.
That flower is poisonous if you touch it. Who would keep that flower if they are tired of living?
The monk felt sad, because he was too greedy.
"Thank you for the reminder, fellow Taoist!"
The monk bowed to the man in white opposite him.
The man in white waved his hand.
Xie Yunhe was in a position where he could see the interaction between the two people. He looked at the number of the man in white, which was number 11.
He looked inside the field.
The ghost-faced flower was thrown in an arc in the air and landed in the hands of another person.
But the man did not let the flower stay for long, but threw the ghost face flower to the next platform.
With the previous experience as a lesson, there is no way he would let this ghost-faced flower stay in his hands for any longer. It's not like he is tired of living. The poison of that flower is obviously very strong.
So, he threw it away as soon as he got it.
A pink ghost-faced flower was constantly tossed back and forth between different platforms, which really felt like a game of pass the flower.
After a while, the ghost-faced flower came to the platform next to Xie Yunhe.
It was the monk No. 52 in white who received the flowers.
The other party didn't even catch it with his hands, but with his sword. With a light throw, the ghost-faced flower landed on Xie Yunhe.
Xie Yunhe also used his sword to catch flowers.
The Linghe Sword caught the light ghost-faced flower.
Only when I got closer did I realize that this ghost-faced flower looked a bit weird.
There is a human face embedded in the middle of the huge petals, which looks a bit creepy.
He threw the ghost-faced flower with force towards the next platform.
Xie Yunhe didn't care about this bye spot.
To be honest, he was more concerned about whether there were any monks here whom he knew.
Perhaps in order to better play the game of passing the flower, Jing Ling made some adjustments to the position of the platform.
At this time, the nineteen platforms formed a circle.
Xie Yunhe took a few glances and quickly found his teammates.
The man in black number 98 was on a platform relatively close to him. This was Ling Jiaojiao's number.
The man in black number 99 was also relatively close to him. This was Chen Qixing's number.
Xie Yunhe felt a sense of familiarity from some of the actions of the man in white, number ten, who had kindly reminded the first monk who received the flower.
When the other party took the flower, Xie Yunhe immediately recognized the action of opening the fan.
Number 11 may be Senior Brother Chu Yuanzhou, whose usual weapon is a fan.
Moreover, Senior Brother Chu is a cultivator who specializes in alchemy. He is much more familiar with pharmacology than others and can immediately recognize that the ghost-faced flower is poisonous.
Xie Yunhe could not see clearly the platforms in other places that were farther away.
The pink ghost-faced flower was thrown up again, and this time it fell into the hands of a man in white.
The man in white wanted to throw the ghost-faced flower away.
But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the face in the flower opened its eyes!
The black eyeballs were revealed.
"Ah! Open your eyes!"
He couldn't help but exclaimed.
Wait, does this mean that the bye spot is his?
Before he could be happy, he saw the basin-sized flower in his hand suddenly grow bigger.
The pink ghost flower grew bigger as if it were inflated.
It fell from the monk's hand to the ground, and roots grew out of the flower and penetrated into the platform, growing bigger and bigger until it was bigger than him.
The giant, enchanting ghost-faced flower swayed its body, then opened its mouth wide and rushed towards the man in white like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
"help--"
In the blink of an eye, the man in white on the platform disappeared.
The ghost-faced flower, which had just finished hunting, twisted its waist happily.
There was a big bulge in the mouth of the Ghost Face Flower, and the sound of someone struggling could be heard from inside.
This sudden change made everyone else open their eyes wide in shock.
Is that person still alive?
Just eaten like that?
There was another sound in the sky.
"Huh? The byes have been chosen so quickly. It seems Xiaohua likes this flavor... ahem, okay, the lucky winner has been chosen, so let's continue the competition!"
Jing Ling was happy with Xiaohua's high efficiency.
It looked at the rest of the people and felt satisfied. Black and white were basically the same.
Perhaps this time in this secret realm, it really has the opportunity to start the real chess game of the world.
In this way, its mission can be almost completed.
No one knows what Jing Ling is thinking.
The monk on the platform looked at the giant ghost-faced flower and felt a lingering fear.
Fighting with a poisonous flower is worse than fighting with a monk.
It seems that this bye is not easy to get.
This also shattered the monks' hopeful mentality.
Only one monk expressed concern about the man in white who had just been eaten.
Nian Gao stood on the platform and looked at the giant flower frequently.
Why does that man in white just now look so much like his second young master?
Second Young Master, you have to hold on!
"Boom——"
The platform began to move again.
Eighteen platforms started moving.
Xie Yunhe looked at the platform he was on and headed towards the next door.
The man in white standing on the platform next door happened to be the No. 52 that he was paying close attention to!
This round's opponent is number 52!
Xie Yunhe's mind gradually became active.
If I win, can I make the photo stone fly out of the opponent's body?
Thinking of this, Xie Yunhe's eyes became hot as he looked at the other party.
We must win this battle!
After the platforms were docked, nine large platforms appeared in the sky, with a lonely small platform floating next to them, and a giant flower on the small platform.
This scene was also displayed on the light curtain on the mountain wall.
There were originally hundreds of light screens on the mountain wall, but now there are only ten left.
Jing Ling even stopped broadcasting the situations of other cultivators who were trying to break through the secret realm.
Seeing this situation, the masters in the Spirit Transformation Stage in the small palace all straightened their backs.
Venerable Youyue looked at the situation on the nine platforms.
Ignoring the inexplicable giant flower, the remaining platforms were each dominated by a man in black facing off against a man in white.
She saw her two apprentices inside, as well as some familiar-looking people.
Venerable Youyue took out a mirror from his storage ring.
Venerable Linghua, who was beside her, exclaimed "Huh" after seeing Venerable Youyue's actions.
This mirror actually looks familiar.
This is a Wanli Water Mirror, very similar to the one that Master Zhuge is holding in his hand now.
Who does she want to contact?
Venerable Linghua was curious.
Venerable Youyue made a gesture and the water mirror was quickly connected.
Compared to the sound transmission jade pendant's image transmission function which has a distance limit and consumes huge energy, Venerable Youyue still appreciates the Wanli Water Mirror which saves spiritual energy.
The blurry surface of the mirror gradually became clear, and a figure appeared in it.
He was an old man with a beard, looking a little sloppy and wearing a Taoist robe.
The old Taoist looked very old, with many wrinkles on his face.
Only a pair of eyes that were still quite lively, sparkling with wisdom, seemed to be telling others that this was not an ordinary old man!
This is a very energetic old man!
Who is this old man?
Venerable Ling Hua turned his head away with a hint of disgust, but couldn't help but prick up his ears out of curiosity.
"Oh, it's Qiuyue, a rare guest. What do you want from me?"
The old man, that is, Taoist Chen, grinned and teased Venerable Youyue.
Venerable Youyue didn't waste time talking to him, but turned the water mirror over to face the light curtain on the mountain wall in front of the small palace.
"Master Chen, your disciple is here."
The small palace has a good view, just opposite the mountain wall. Taoist Chen in the water mirror can see the ten light screens on the mountain wall at a glance.
The people in the light curtain were all in pairs, standing on the platform. They all wore conical hats and had the same body shape and height. The only difference was that one of their clothes was black and the other was white.
"It's the man in black number ninety-nine."
Venerable Youyue added.
Taoist Chen looked carefully and found that the posture and demeanor were indeed very similar to those of his Qixing.
Even though there was a layer of illusion between them, Taoist Chen successfully recognized his nephew and apprentice.
A few months without seeing you feels like dozens of autumns.
Taoist Chen was very happy to see Chen Qixing, but as he watched him, he felt something was wrong.
"What are they doing?"
Taoist Chen asked in confusion.
"A fight is going on in a special stone chamber in the Gulan Secret Realm."
Venerable Youyue replied.
Then both of them stopped talking and looked intently at the people fighting on the screen.
Taoist Chen was watching Chen Qixing's fight.
Venerable Youyue was watching the battle between his two disciples.
When Venerable Ling Hua, who was listening at the side, heard the three words "Master Chen", his whole body trembled.
Taoist Chen? That man is Taoist Chen?
Venerable Linghua was in mixed emotions.
She recalled the water mirror she had glanced at before, and the old Taoist priest in it had an unshaven beard and looked a little sloppy.
I haven't seen him for so many years, and he has become like this?
Why do you look so old?
Venerable Linghua once again secretly looked at Venerable Youyue beside him and the water mirror she placed on the table.
But...their friendship is still as good as ever.
Venerable Linghua withdrew his gaze.
When she saw the two people beside her quietly looking at the light screen, she even had an unconscious hallucination.
It’s like... it’s like seeing the scene from that year.
On the fighting stage.
After defeating her opponent, the spirited swordsman girl put away her sword neatly, while her opponent sat dejectedly on the ground.
Below the arena, there was an equally young and handsome young man cheering for her.
Next to the handsome boy, there was an extremely beautiful girl who was also cheering for the girl on the stage with a smile on her face. That smile made people's hearts flutter.
It is not difficult to see that the relationship between the three is very good.
After the sword-cultivating girl won, the entire arena was filled with their cheers.
The entire world seemed to have become a foil for those three people, and everyone was overshadowed, including the defeated Venerable Ling Hua.
At that time, the three of them were the most outstanding talents.
Venerable Linghua pinched his beads unconsciously.
It's hard to say how she felt when she thought of these old memories.
So many years have passed.
Each generation becomes stronger than the previous generation.
Those three people have long lost their former reputation.
One of them lived in seclusion, and the other one was said to have gone to a better place to develop.
The only person left in people's sight was Venerable Youyue, but he was no longer known as a genius, and now he was only in the Spirit Transformation Stage like himself.
Venerable Linghua had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and seemed to be lost in some messy memories.
Su Xiaorou heard "click" and "click" sounds coming from beside her.
He turned his head and his eyes widened immediately.
Uncle Linghua, what are you doing?
This is your favorite Bodhi bean chain recently.
Su Xiaorou watched in shock as Venerable Ling Hua crushed a Bodhi bead with one hand, with a look of deep resentment on his face as he did so.
"Uncle Linghua, what's wrong with you?"
Su Xiaorou spoke with concern and touched Venerable Ling Hua with her hand.
The call of "Uncle Master Ling Hua" brought Venerable Ling Hua back to his senses.
Coming back to her senses, she looked at the bead powder in her hand with a dazed look on her face.
Did she do this?
Oh my god, this is the Bodhi bracelet she just bought from the jewelry store!
This time, the bitterness and hatred are really deep.
Venerable Ling Hua looked at the bead string that he had squeezed until only a small half was left, sighed, and put the remaining half of the bracelet into the storage ring.
Thinking back to how I was just now, I actually felt like I had a heart demon in my body.
She quickly used a meditation technique on herself.
After thinking back to the past events he had recalled, Venerable Linghua felt much better.
Thinking of Taoist Chen's orange-peel face, Venerable Linghua snorted in his heart.
This is the fate of a person who practices Taoism but does not take good care of himself.
Fortunately, I pay more attention to these.
Venerable Linghua straightened his back again.