Fu Canglu

Chapter 442 Bewitched
His Highness narrowed his eyes, looking at the deep pit dug by the great soul power sword.

The wind dies down.

Hou Qing no longer knew where she was.

He came across from the illusion of Qingshi, and the first thing he rushed to was the illusion of General Jian.

What Zhong Er said was right, if Hou Qing wanted to regain control of the immortal stele, he had to first seize the body of a practitioner who was strong enough.

There are nearly a hundred illusions, and practitioners whose Dao heart is strong enough to resist Hou Qing's will, except for monsters like Xi Yao, are almost very few, and I am afraid they have all been manipulated by Hou Qing at this moment.

This ancient patriarch of the magic way has many means, and the supernatural power to escape by cutting off his fingers is probably one of the many means of escape in the magic way.

escape.

Where can I escape?

Yi Xiao raised her head silently, looking at the sky of thousands of miles on the dome.

This patriarch of the Demon Dao, if not unexpected, should have gone to the real stele of the Liuxian Monument.

The entire immortal stele is rooted in an isolated corner of the Ghost Sect Dojo, where time freezes and stays motionless.

This is a treasure sent by Hou Qing when he was imprisoned in the gate of hell.

Waiting for countless years to return to the world one day.

A stele, cultivated for thousands of years.

All kinds of magical powers, manipulating the strings and controlling the yuan, seizing the soul and seizing the body.

The merits and good fortune are beyond words.

A not too tall stele.

So rooted in the "ground".

The so-called "ground" is actually the cloud of the nine heavens drooping. After landing, it firmly resists and is solid. Even if it is stepped on, it will not tremble in the slightest.

Ordinary monuments are just rooted in the clouds.

On this stele, there are densely packed names of people.

With a "click", a crack opened on the immortal tablet.

A person's name on the stele, just like this crack opened, shattered with a click, and burst out of the stele, like a cloud of smoke disappearing, curling up in the air.

Then came the second "click".

The surface of the stele cracked one after another. This small stele, which was not too big, exploded countless fine cracks in a continuous and dense manner. One after another, the names of people seemed to be pinched by someone's fingers, and the stele was moved out. After that, The smoke cleared.

A ray of red light emerged from the distant sky, like the aurora of a thunderbolt, whistling in an instant, circling around the stone tablet, dripping down on the cloud and ground, and leaping high after landing extremely elastically.

The second ray of red light flashed suddenly, circled around the monument and hit the cloud, collided with the first ray of red light, and then dense red light came from all around the distant sky, crashing into a ball at the same time, whistling and stretching In the middle, the red rays of light condensed into clusters.

A fuzzy red figure squatted on the ground, and countless clusters of red light gathered and smashed at him, crackling and crackling. After his body was vaguely formed, he finally slowly raised his head and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar stone tablet.

Every ray of red light that hits his body conveys a moderate amount of power to him.

Hou Qing wiped his face expressionlessly, and the red light was wiped away, revealing a face of "Great General Jane".

He raised his head, looked at the broken names on the stele, and thought that it would be an honor for these practitioners with weak Taoism to become his nourishment, even if they died.

Hou Qing clenched his fists with some difficulty.

His gaze drifted down blankly.

Moved to the left hand.

Missing a thumb on the left hand.

He couldn't see the slightest expression, but he thought back to the young man in black clothes who jumped high, the soul power in his sleeves swelled, and finally the soul power and long sword merged into one.

There was another figure in his mind, which coincided with him.

The two figures, compared with each other, finally merged slowly and became one person.

When Hou Qing saw the real dragon, his mind was shocked, and he once thought that it was the man who beat him to death and put eight or nine Immortal Seals on him to imprison him in the wilderness, and returned here again.

The self-proclaimed "Overlord" can suppress robbery by one person.

And although the real dragon is mighty, it is far from the level of the overlord, not to mention that the young man in lotus clothes has a humble cultivation base. If he is outside the stele, he is just a weak practitioner of the ninth rank.

Hou Qing took a deep breath, thinking of the prevalent theory of "reincarnation" in the world, a burst of hostility in his heart.

He looked towards the stele.

After he took control of the stele, the first person he wanted to kill was this young man in lotus clothes who looked very much like the Overlord back then.

He and him are so much alike.

If there is a theory of reincarnation

"The one who forced you here is indeed the reincarnation of 'Overlord'."

Suddenly there was a sudden voice, the hairs on Hou Qing's back stood upside down, he turned his head suddenly, and saw a porcelain-like young man's face that was almost close to his own.

The patriarch of the demon way shrank his pupils slightly, raised his palm suddenly, and pressed it on the cheek of the porcelain boy, bursting with energy.

But it seemed to be pressed on the air, and it passed through in an instant.

Not an entity?

Is it too false?

Hou Qing squinted his eyes, and heard the latter say with a smile in a casual tone: "Hey, don't rush to do it. Don't worry, I'm not that yin and yang monster from Fengxueyincheng, and I don't have the ability to stop it." Let you take the stele away."

The young second master of the Zhong family continued to smile, and said after a pause: "You don't have to worry about me being some living god who jumped out halfway, and now there are countless powerful practitioners in Nanhai who are all trapped in the stele. Wei Qi, the only great master of Zhongwei Peak, was also severely wounded. It would be nice if he had enough energy to protect himself. As for me, I am just a living dead person who deserved to die a long time ago. Time is frozen here, and I stopped at the moment when I was about to die .”

After listening to these words, Hou Qing slowly turned his head and continued to stare at the stele, ignoring this Zhong Er phantom who had no entity and would not have any influence on him.

The Second Young Master of the Zhong family seemed to have guessed this scene long ago.

He was not in a hurry, and continued with a smile: "Houqing, the ancestor of the devil, the ancestor of the puppet, tsk tsk, what a big name. Back then, the puppet army under his hands was immortal. It can be compared to any branch of Taoist Buddhism, and one person is a sect."

Hou Qing was expressionless, too lazy to pay attention to the nagging person behind him.

For him, the most urgent task is how to take away this stele that originally belonged to him.

This "Cang Hai Monument" has been left in the world for too long.

It was originally a treasure of the Demon Sect, but it was worshiped devoutly by countless people. With the cleansing of the righteousness of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, for a long time, it was like a treasure covered with dust, contaminated with the "pollution" of the world.Now the countless cracks on the surface of the stele are the result of Hou Qing's use of magical powers to push away the energy of the world one by one, so that he can regain control.

"You can't take this monument."

The man behind him smiled.

Hou Qing narrowed his eyes and was about to make a move.

"Why, you think I'm noisy and want to kill me?" The second young master of the Zhong family said with a shy smile, "Using the soul power method? A very unfortunate news: the soul power method is useless to me. I want to be able to quiet my ears , either you take away the immortal stele, this ghost gate space collapses, and I happen to 'end my life'; or you cut off both ears, there is no other way. Don't believe me, you can try to let go The spirit of the world, and then take away this monument, there is nothing else in this place, and the time is infinite, even if you put it on for 100, 1 years, you will not be able to release the spirit of the world."

Hou Qing patiently tried to release the shallow human spirit inside the immortal stele.

as predicted.

Looking at the vast and countless human breath, at this moment, it is inevitable for Hou Qing to feel a little desperate.

What's unbelievable is that within the immortal stele, the speed of replenishing the energy of the world is far greater than the speed of releasing it.

Hou Qing took a deep breath, turned around, suppressed his anger, and looked at the porcelain youth floating in front of him, pressing his knees.

"Hello. My name is Zhong Er." The porcelain boy said with a smile: "Let me introduce myself. I am the number one traitor in the South China Sea. If it weren't for me, you would still be suppressing the barren land. It won't be long before Wei Wei Unexpectedly, if you join forces with a few great masters, you will be ground into a handful of ashes by the imprint of eight or nine immortals. Lord Shanzhu should be kind enough to erect a tombstone for you, but even if it takes another 100 years, the grass on your grave will grow to If you are ten feet high, there will be no descendants of the devil to offer you a stick of incense."

Hou Qing's face was gloomy.

The Second Master of the Zhong family smiled and said, "Have you ever thought about a question?"

"Even if you take away the stele and become the master of the stele again, so what?"

Hou Qing looked indifferent.

"The heir to the Taixu form is still waiting in the wasteland, so what if you can control everyone in this stele?" Zhong Er's voice was not loud, and he said every word: "The person who chased and killed you just now, You can also see that he is the reincarnation of the Overlord. And he is not in the cause and effect, if he is in a hurry, he can escape from the Canghai Monument with the spirit of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and those evildoers."

"Outside the Canghai Monument is that old Yincheng monster who is waiting for a rabbit." The second young master of the Zhong family said lazily, "You won't be able to solve the urgent need even if you have the Canghai Monument."

Zhong Er's tone was up and down, with a hint of playfulness: "Think about it, if you come out to play around, you always have to pay it back. After playing with the Lord of Yincheng, you have to be cut in half by a sword when you leave the Canghai Monument .”

Hou Qing looked at Zhong Er expressionlessly.

He smelled a familiar aura from this porcelain boy.

It belongs to the breath of the "puppet master".

A "puppet master", a truly powerful and brilliant "puppet master", only needs to do one thing.

Playing with people's hearts.

Hou Qing knew what the porcelain boy was talking about.

From the first sentence, Zhong Er is guiding himself in a certain direction.

I have to admit, what Zhong Er said was right.

Even if he recaptured the "Cang Hai Monument", the reincarnation of the overlord insisted on fleeing from here with the spirits of several young monsters, and he was helpless.

As for me who just broke eight or nine immortal seals, and now has no one in ten cultivation bases, even with the Canghai Monument in hand, I don't have the slightest chance of winning in the face of the heir of Taixu who is in full bloom.

Hou Qing silently estimated.

Even if he regained the Canghai Monument, his own cultivation could only be restored to the level of a great master.

No.

Too bad.

Zhong Er said with a smile: "Master Patriarch, let's make a deal."

"The most powerful practitioner in the South China Sea is my master Wei Qi."

"The Lord of Yincheng is certainly very strong, but in the land of the South China Sea, he is a clone with three puppets, and he is definitely not my master's opponent."

"But my master, something is wrong now."

"I've been locked here for a long, long time. You know this feeling is very uncomfortable, so I also want to enjoy the outside air and experience what it's like to be a great practitioner respected by everyone."

Zhong Er paused, and said with a smile: "I am not talented, and the skill of controlling strings is not as good as that of my grandfather. I need a little help from my grandfather, but after the matter is completed, I will reluctantly give you the right to control the body of the master. It doesn't take long for a stick of incense, but killing the Lord of Yincheng is definitely not a problem."

Zhong Er smiled brightly.

He opened his mouth with a slight smile.

"Help me, and you will rule the world. I will be your patriarch of the magic way in the future. I wish you a long life and a hundred years of worry-free life."

"If you don't help me, you will accompany me to die in this ghost dojo. If you dare to step out of the stele, you will die."

(End of this chapter)