Fu Canglu

Chapter 430 A Transaction

wasteland.

The entire barren land was full of blood, full of blood, and swelled like a pillar, reaching the sky.

Countless clumps of blood light were rushing towards the hills of His Highness, but at this moment, if they received an order, they stopped for an instant. It seemed that invisible threads were stuck inside the blood light. The magic mountain.

On the highest mountain.

I saw the puppeteer with the colorful green ghost fangs on the mask. After clenching his hands and ten fingers, he seemed to be clenching the invisible silk thread. , the figure suddenly turned from extreme speed to stillness.

He just hung on the cliff like this, his body was suspended by invisible silk threads, his black robe was blown left and right by the strong wind, and he was like a lonely puppet toy.

The painted mask puppeteer slowly turned his head, and turned the head inlaid under the mask in a completely unreasonable manner, turning his head to look at the top of the magic mountain not far above his head.

He read two words expressionlessly.

"Houqing."

Sneered.

"boom"

He slowly stretched his arms back, as if boneless, and glued his hands to the cliff.

Then the legs, the feet.

The whole person didn't turn around, his bones made crackling sounds, his wrists and ankles turned around forcibly, his body was still covered by the large black robe, and he couldn't see the pros and cons. Facing the cliff.

The man with the painted mask has a calm expression, but if you look carefully, the whole black robe has created countless ripples with the wind during the mountain climbing process. Scattered, the whole body bears great resistance.

Like a bearer with a heavy burden, if a little more force is added, this body may be overwhelmed, and the whole body will collapse from the inside out.

The pressure on this magic mountain is enormous.

The painted masked man just stopped on the cliff.

He quietly thought about what he encountered when he came to the South China Sea.

The person in the cave didn't move at all.

Just like that, I let myself come to the wilderness.

In the wasteland, although some "uninvited guests" came in for no reason, but they didn't have any impression of their own plan.

The painted masked figure is like a four-legged centipede. At this moment, his hands and feet are folded, and he is lying on the cliff wall in a strange posture. Instead of rushing to continue climbing, he raises his head and looks expressionlessly at the stele at the highest point of the cloud .

The entire magic island is now a fairy island?

People here seem to call it a fairy monument?

The face under the mask was invisible.

Along the way, things went smoothly.

It was different from what I remembered back then. Even though Houqing's treasure was stored in the gap between the ghost gates, there were still some signs of damage.

The green ghost on the painted mask slowly turned into a dull look.

With a blank expression on his face, he raised one foot, and then knocked it down instantly.

In an instant, half of the mountain wall burst into countless spider web cracks with his toes as dots.

In the distant sky, countless bloody lights galloped towards the highest mountain peak, crashing into the mountain body of the Magic Mountain like a meteor in an instant.

The pressure on the painted masked man suddenly lightened, and the powerful pressure on the entire magic mountain was held back by countless "blood-red meteors".

He gently tightened the silk thread in his hand.

The three puppets used their hands and feet together, and started to climb the rock again at an extremely fast speed. The painted masked man watched dumbly as the large rocks of the Magic Mountain collapsed and fell down in front of his eyes.

The three puppets jumped up high, and with his body suddenly lightened, they arrived at the top of the highest mountain in the barren land in the next moment.

The painted masked figure got up, the wind and snow seeped from his robe, and the soles of his feet spread blue frost.

He squatted down, pressed slowly with one hand, and finally pressed on the top of the mountain.

"Houqing, long time no see."

The painted masked man has a hoarse voice.

The mountain trembled, and the entire Magic Mountain was unstable.

He said blankly, "I can let you out, and I can even help you get your things back."

The mountain trembled, and one after another talismans emerged out of thin air, like seals.

Eighty-Nine Immortal Seals.

The painted masked man looked at the immoral seal that was easy to enter and exit, and his face was as usual. A large amount of wind and snow flew out of his black robe, mixed with the invisible and invisible power of emptiness, and slowly tore it apart from the outside. seal.

The whole magic mountain began to crumble.

It was as if someone had sung a forbidden spell to awaken the sleeping devil.

The painted masked man stepped on a huge rock, and the surrounding sky collapsed. Roots took root on the soles of his feet, and he fell along with the rocks. The three puppets had nothing to step on, so they were no different from those falling rocks, and they fell together.

There are three puppets, one is a young Taoist priest with an ancient whisk in his arms, the other is a handsome monk wearing a snow-white cassock, and the other is a frail scholar dressed as a Confucian scholar in the Shifu period.

The three puppets, who were no different from real people, looked blankly and allowed themselves to fall. As expected, they finally fell from the clouds at a height of thousands of feet to the barren land. After landing, they smashed three extremely deep pits.

The painted masked figure has been squatting on the stone. The stone was originally several feet in size, and the more it fell, the more it collapsed. In the end, there was only room for two feet to step on.

When he fell to the ground with a height of several feet, the painted masked figure raised the hand that had not touched the ground, and suddenly grasped the fingers to lift the thread, and three extremely retro-looking puppets jumped out of the pit with gentle force. Stay in this black robe.

A piece of dust.

Among the huge dust, there is a huge shadow as tall as a mountain.

The dust never dissipated, and the mountainous shadow never came out of the dust.

Thunder light loomed in the dust, and the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals did not dissipate with the collapse of the mountain, but slowly gathered and rotated around the shadow.

In the shadow of the mountain, there is a gaze that always exists vaguely.

This gaze stayed on the thunder light of the seal of the eight or nine immortals, half angry and half frightened, he didn't dare to reach out to touch it, let alone move an inch.

"He's already dead." The painted masked man said softly, "You can rest assured that no one in this world can do it alone."

The man tried to reach out gently.

Touch that fairy seal, as expected, the moment you touch it, that fairy seal will fall apart, only a hundred years old, and the strength is already so fragile.

The dust around the shadow rose loudly, and after being pushed away by the majestic air waves, the entire area became clear.

That mountainous shadow is really a hill.

Under the hill, there was a boy who looked like a child. He lifted the mountain with difficulty with one hand, and violently smashed the thunder talismans and seals of eight or nine immortals that constantly appeared around him with the other.

The child narrowed his eyes and looked at the painted masked man in front of him: "You are 'it'?"

"it's me."

The green ghost's fangs grinned on the mask, and the "puppet master" said calmly, "Aside from 'Tai Xu', what other power can you freely shuttle through the gate of hell?"

Then he stretched out a hand, and the invisible and shadowless power of emptiness slowly swam around him, vast and majestic, which proved his identity.

"Being suppressed by the Overlord's 'Fan Tian Yin' for 100 years, it almost crushed the soul and the mortal body?" The puppet master smiled and said: "The lifespan plundered in ancient times has been sucked up? Now with You look like a child, if I don't help you take down this mountain, how long can you last?"

The child crushed by the hill gritted his silver teeth.

"Look up and have a look." The puppet master smiled, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the immortal monument above his head: "The majestic giant of the magic way, now the magic weapon is regarded as a fairy treasure for those humble practitioners How could you have fallen to such a level by taking the path of cultivation?”

Hearing these words, the child who was struggling to support Fantianyin with one hand was powerless, and the other little hand that kept tearing the void talisman was raised up quickly, and the two hands supported the bottom of the "Fantianyin" mountain, and then barely stood firm.

After he gave up the action of tearing the seals of the eight or nine immortals, these huge number of talismans immediately began to multiply, and the original array was restored.

One life two two begets three, three begets infinity, thus infinity.

Even though Hou Qing had a terrible aura, he couldn't take advantage of the fierceness, and his hands were tied, whether it was controlling the strings or manipulating the yuan, any means were just a joke.

He fixed his eyes on this so-called old acquaintance who had been in the ghost gate, crossed the boundary with the "power of Taixu", and "speak freely" with him for decades without restraint.

Eventually a deal was made.

The three puppets behind him are Shifu great practitioners who he refined with magic methods in the ghost gate. Once he enters the world, he can step into the realm of a great master at any time, which is the bargaining chip he paid in the transaction. .

In the entire ghost gate, all existences whose cultivation base crossed that boundary were re-sealed by that man who called himself the "Overlord of Western Chu" 100 years ago.

Houqing was suppressed in the wilderness of the fairy island in the South China Sea, and the "Overlord" personally handed over the key to his death to the chess master of the South China Sea lineage.

If there is no accident, this eighty-nine immortal seal, which is strong when it meets the strong, will swallow his life force and swallow it. On the day when the immortal seal naturally collapses, this ancient giant of magic that cannot be killed will be left behind by the overlord. The seals of the eight or nine celestial beings under the seal dragged to death silently, and finally disappeared from the world.

"Stop pretending."

The painted masked man sneered, looking at the child who seemed to be struggling to lift the mountain, "Why pretend to be wronged? It's really disgusting. Even if I don't come this time, you will break the fairy seal by yourself in a short time. Back then, I borrowed you That ray of emptiness is enough to bring you back to the world within a year."

Sure enough, Hou Qing no longer showed her immature appearance, but squinted her eyes, and said coldly: "I can reveal the seal myself, why do you come to pretend to help, our accounts have been settled back then."

"Yes."

The painted masked man seemed to have a playful smile: "You can indeed reveal the seal yourself, but now I'm here."

Hou Qing's complexion suddenly changed.

The painted masked man flicked his fingers lightly, and the power of taixu penetrated directly into the immortal seal, sucking the power of taixu in his body like sucking water.

Hou Qing was about to yell: "Sure enough, it's the most poisonous!"

The sound stopped abruptly, and then the painted masked man lightly let go of the palm that was about to crush Hou Qing's weak soul after being raised.

"I can help you unseal ahead of time, and I can also remove you from the world."

"I'm the only one out of the whole ghost gate."

The masked man looked calm, and said lightly: "I came all the way from the North to make a deal with you."

"I want you to spit out the method of controlling the strings with your soul power. If you ask me, just open the door of your heart. From then on, I will control the heart chamber, and there will be no chance of rebellion."

Hou Qing was stupefied, her teeth were clenched, but she didn't speak.

"You can rest assured, I know that this method requires extremely high soul power, and the person who can control the string can only be far weaker than yourself." The painted masked man said with a smile: "You are unattainable'unspeakable', you have long been Dzogchen soul power exists, and I don’t control your strings, so what’s the point of sharing a practice? Right?”

Hou Qing gritted his teeth, but still did not speak.

"not talking?"

The man in the painted mask suddenly sneered, raised his hand abruptly, pointed at the person in front of him with five fingers and clenched it tightly, holding the immature child's soul in his hand, the power of Taixu shuttled back and forth, wrapping it layer by layer.

Gently put your fingers together.

Hou Qing's complexion changed drastically, as if struck by lightning, the entire soul shattered in an instant, and a small half of the soul burst out uncontrollably.

The painted masked man slowly loosened and clenched his hand with one hand, enjoying a part of Hou Qing's broken soul after twisting it, and with the other hand, he lifted a corner of the mask and slowly swallowed it down.

"It's fine if you don't agree."

"If you don't agree all the time, I will split your soul inch by inch, and then swallow it all, which can be regarded as making up for the loss of the power of Taixu back then."

Hou Qing stared at the painted masked man in front of him, almost gnashing his teeth.

Slowly spit out four words from the throat.

"I promise you."

(End of this chapter)