Shading the sky: About my reincarnation as the emperor's son

Chapter 187

"There are still many restrictions on this kind of method. The strength is that it can attack at an extremely long distance. The person who casts the spell may be hundreds of thousands of miles or even millions of miles away at this time, or put his real body on us. places that cannot be used, such as in the palace of the Immortal God Dynasty." Junming's face was a little dignified.

The Emperor was a little annoyed and said: "Doesn't that mean I can only be beaten passively?"

"You're not afraid of that. Judging from all the signs, the other party doesn't dare to really hurt your life. They should be worried. We just have to wait and see." Junming walked around and called the ancient tribe to arrange many strange things. Weird material.

The next day, the Emperor of Daxia sent an envoy to invite the Emperor to enter the palace, but the ancient clan made excuses and turned him away.The Emperor of Heaven did not leave the house, Junming transformed into a black-haired Haechi body, guarding him every step of the way.

Unknowingly, it was midnight again, and the Emperor felt an uncontrollable feeling of fatigue, and he was fighting with his upper and lower eyelids.

"Your Highness, please be at ease. This is what the other party is doing again. With the old minister guarding you, you just have to follow the plan!" Haechi beside the bed kept talking, and the Emperor closed his eyes naturally.

The Emperor opened his eyes and saw a strange place. There were iron trees three to five people tall everywhere, and their branches and leaves were as sharp as sharp blades.Suddenly his body was caught, and it turned out to be a three-foot-tall Yaksha with a green face and fangs, red hair and golden eyes. He was extremely vicious and threw the Emperor into the iron tree.

The horizontal and vertical iron blades opened his flesh and penetrated his limbs. For a moment, it was so horrible that his whole person turned into a bloody man.

"This is fake, this is fake..." The Emperor kept hinting, but the pain was extremely realistic. He had no magic power and could not use even half of it. At this time, he seemed to have been knocked out of the world and became a An ordinary man is extremely miserable.

The Yaksha catches up, grabs the emperor again, and throws it again.The emperor found himself thrown into a big cauldron, and he smelled a pungent smell of blood. The cauldron was not filled with water, but blood.A few monsters with bull's head or horse's face grinned strangely and added firewood under the tripod, and the blood in the tripod was boiled and boiled.

"Ah..." The Emperor couldn't help but scream. The most painful torture in the world was the wok soup.Everywhere in my body was suffering, as if I was in an endless hell.At this moment, he just felt that even if a straw floated over, he would catch it with all his strength.

The physical body of the prince in the meditation room had his eyes closed tightly, his face was pale, and cold sweat was pouring down, as if he was having a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

Junming opened his mouth to give orders. Two maids from the ancient tribe had already entered, stripped the Emperor's clothes naked, and smeared a special oil on his body.This is the sacred oil that Junming personally refined using a secret method. He did not know how many kinds of precious medicines were used. It has the effect of clearing the mind and calming the mind, and can protect the inner light of the Emperor's heart.After finishing these tasks, he taught the maid to open the Emperor's mouth and stuff a pearl into the Emperor's tongue.

In the world of dreams, torture is constantly being renovated, and all kinds of hells in Buddhist classics appear one by one, such as the Mud Plow Hell, the Knife Mountain Hell, the Oil Pan Hell, the Tongue Pulling Hell, the Knife Mountain Hell, the Iron Hell... the Emperor's Prince's Hell The spirit seemed to have experienced the pain of thousands of reincarnations, and was on the verge of collapse at any time.

Finally, after going through the eighteen hells, the Emperor almost collapsed and fell to the ground, panting heavily.

"Donor, there is no end to the sea of ​​suffering, but when you turn around, you will find shore." The old nun appeared out of thin air.

"You thief, why did you harm me?"

The old nun was not angry, she smiled slightly and said: "The poor nun is not harming you, but saving you." The emperor said angrily, "Tell me who you are first."

"Poor nun Tianyue, my disciple's layman's name is Xia Yilin."

"Then what are you doing for?" The Emperor had the answer in his mind.

"A poor nun doesn't want to see his disciple jump into a pit of fire. Besides, it is not the behavior of a gentleman to force a benefactor to marry someone."

"Is it because of that insignificant little girl?" The Emperor sneered: "But you are right about one thing, I am not a gentleman to begin with. Originally, I had no interest in her, but as you put it, I am determined to win her."

Having said this, an immortal sword appeared next to him, and a bright fairy light burst out.It was neither an entity nor a supernatural power, it was entirely a manifestation of his will and Tao.

"Let's do it!" The Undead Heavenly Knife shook, clanging and whispering.

"I'm not here to take action with the donor. I just want to save the donor from letting go of his karma and transcending it as soon as possible." As she spoke, the old nun's face and figure suddenly changed, turning into a 35-year-old beautiful woman with a high bun. The eyebrows are a little red, the phoenix hairpin is gold, and the appearance is rich and noble.

"Hey, hey, hey, you bitch, don't look like you are blaspheming my master, otherwise I will spit it out!" The Emperor was furious, grabbed the handle of the knife, and tried to stand up.

"So this is your master? I just turned into the projection of your most desired obsession." In her mouth, her voice became the same as that of the Queen Mother of the West.

Suddenly, the flesh on her face began to rot, maggots crawled out of her body, and her clothes disintegrated and weathered at an incredible speed, becoming extremely disgusting and terrifying.

"Crash!" Iron ropes extended from the void, binding the Emperor's limbs, and the immortal sword that had been condensed with his will suddenly collapsed.In this world, the other party simply does whatever he says.

A claw that was rotten to the point of revealing its bones poked out, and was about to fall on the Emperor's forehead.A cloud of black energy suddenly rushed out from behind the Emperor's body and turned into a scorpion. He roared loudly, shaking the whole place.Everything became blurred, the iron rope collapsed, and the Emperor stepped forward, hugged the corpse, spit out a pearl from his mouth, and turned into a stream of pure air and penetrated into her body.

The rotten corpse let out a scream, and the illusion was broken by the soul-fixing bead, revealing its true appearance. She was a young nun, quite beautiful, and her temperament was somewhat similar to Xia Yilin.

The Emperor said bitterly: "If you fall into my hands now, how will you continue to cause trouble?"

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