Fu Canglu

Chapter 446 Death of the Puppet Master ([-])

On the stone tablet, sword energy swirled.

Hou Qing clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, his complexion changed instantly.

He subconsciously drew the sword.

An illusory sword that was originally rooted in the center of the stele and hadn't been pulled out for 16 years was slowly pulled out by him by a small distance.

Those invisible silk strings on the sword body were all broken in an instant!

It is useless!

Where is there anything that can pull out the string of this sword?

The young second master of the Zhong family remained expressionless, his illusory body remained suspended, but one hand was pressed on Hou Qing's hand that was clenched tightly on the hilt of the sword, his five fingers were covered and closed, and he branded the sword together with himself and Hou Qing For oneness.

Hou Qing wanted to withdraw, but it was too late. The illusory body of the young second master of the Zhong family exerted enormous power out of thin air at this moment, and suppressed Hou Qing tightly.

In the realm of the Purple Mansion, the greatest power is nothing more than soul power.

A small dragon snake drilled out of Zhong Er's sleeve, and burned desperately, turning into a vast soul power, the bright golden color reflected his face like a heavenly man.

Where did this soul power come from?

Among the causes and effects of the Cang Hai Monument, who still has the soul power that can be borrowed?
Hou Qing looked like a madman, and suddenly thought of the young man in black clothes that he met earlier that was not in the cause and effect.

Hou Qing's face was ferocious, and his voice was piercingly shrill: "Are you crazy?!"

The sword energy of this sword is very hot.

When the sword is drawn, it overflows inch by inch, and boils back to the sky.

Hou Qing's soul couldn't resist the sword aura when he drew his sword, but the face of the young second master of the Zhong family was extremely calm.

He silently felt the pain that this body hadn't felt for a long, long time.

It is indeed heart-piercing.

The small borrowed dragon snake pressed all over his wrist, turned into a soul power entity, and forcibly pressed Hou Qing's hand, forcing him to "follow the trend" and draw his sword.

Zhong Er looked at Hou Qing and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Hou Qing endured a huge pain in his soul, he let out an ah, then gritted his teeth, staring at Zhong Er with incomparable resentment.

The small half of dragon snake soul power won't last long.

crazy!

This man named Zhong Er must be crazy!

Didn't he want to refine his master into a puppet?

Isn't it going to subvert the entire South China Sea!

He wanted to survive, to live forever, and to get rid of this miserable land, so how could he do such a thing? !

Hou Qing's eyes were scarlet, but there was a bang above his head.

On the top of the dome, a familiar dragon head pierced the sky and fell faintly. At a height of thousands of miles, a figure in lotus clothes fell with the dragon's head, and jumped down at a distance of tens of feet. It fell and hit the ground. There was a splash of gravel.

His Highness stood up and looked at the stele.

Zhong Er said calmly: "Don't come over, you will be accidentally injured by the sword energy."

Yi Xiao nodded calmly.

Zhong Er paused and said, "This ray of soul power is not enough."

His Highness took a deep breath, and put one hand on the center of his eyebrows, a dragon, a snake, and a green lotus emerged together. In the lotus pond, a fish swung its tail and splashed out a huge drop of water. Occupies a very heavy weight.

After the little highness forced out the drop of water, his complexion was a little pale. He held the drop of water with one hand, and the drop of soul power was suspended three feet above the palm of his palm. With the flick of his fingers, it turned into a stream of light, and it struck the clock for two seconds. between the eyebrows.

"enough."

The Second Young Master of the Zhong family laughed softly, and slowly rubbed the center of his eyebrows with a free hand. The next moment, his sleeves began to burn and boil.

He was originally a frail young man, but at this moment, the clothes around his body were overflowing, and against the flow of the big golden soul power flame, he looked like an ancient god in armor and holding a sword.

Zhong Er's pupils are shining brightly, reflecting thousands of rivers and mountains.

Zhong Er waved his hand.

Outside the stele, a towering flame of soul power ignited, isolating His Royal Highness from the flame.

The entire stele was cracked, and the illusory sword was suddenly pulled out two feet nine by him pressing Hou Qing's hand.

There is one last foot left.

Zhong Er turned his head slowly, with a little apology, he said softly to Yi Xiao: "I can't compensate you for the loss of soul power."

His Highness hesitated to speak.

He was blocked from the flames of soul power, and he could only watch as the young second master of the Zhong family chuckled, and suddenly began to draw his sword with awe-inspiring momentum.

There was a clang.

The ancient sword that was rooted in the depths of the stele began to speed up the speed of drawing the sword. It was about to be unsheathed at this moment, and it was extremely excited, showing its full edge.

Zhong Er gripped Hou Qing's hand, pulled out the sword inch by inch, and stopped suddenly when he pulled out halfway, looking carefully.

Zhong Er, who was burning with golden flames all over his body, did not fear the fiery edge of this sword at all.

He stretched out a hand and wiped the half of the sword from bottom to top.

The cool sound of a sword's cry bloomed along the fingertips, and Zhong Er's heart was shaken when he heard it.

Hou Qing had no power to resist at this moment, he who "willingly" held the ancient sword, sensed that there was an irresistible silk thread on the sword, locking himself tightly.

"The most inescapable string in the world is cause and effect." Zhong Er did not look at Houqing's appearance at this moment, but continued to stare at the sword face, watching the red sparks jumping on the sword face, and the sword body reflected the pain of another person face.

"From the moment you hold this sword with your own hands, you are destined to be entangled in karma, and you cannot escape or avoid it."

"You counted well, I did set up a game."

"It's a pity that you counted to the beginning, but not to the end."

Zhong Er was expressionless, and smiled softly: "Master Patriarch, are you not reconciled?"

"I know that you still have the last means to save your life. Those puppets are scattered all over the stone tablet in the illusion of the Purple Mansion. The magic string control method is the most difficult to deal with. If you want to kill your string control puppets, you must use the magic sect's secret technique, or It is extremely troublesome to deal with the stacking of cultivation bases, and it is a disaster to miss one, and resurrecting your soul can transfer your soul to any puppet, and then escape from birth."

"It's a pity." The young second master of the Zhong family raised his eyebrows, and said in a calm tone, "Wait until I count to three, and then you can take a look."

"three."

Followed by: "One."

Hou Qing's pupils shrank suddenly.

He sensed the many souls that he scattered, and in an instant, they began to collapse at an extremely fast speed.

In the Canghai Monument.

One of the many illusions in the Purple Mansion.

A young woman in blue and plain sleeves stood with her sword in her arms, frowning.

She has a delicate face, with a cold murderous look between her eyebrows, if she hadn't tied a wooden hairpin behind her head, pulled her long hair up high, and gathered a flower, she would have looked like a handsome young man.

She is from Holy Island.

Holy Island Aoki Palace.

There are a total of four quasi-monster visitors on Holy Island.

Before the South China Sea Holy Meeting had even started, and before the forces from all sides made their debut, they had already arrived here first.

Wang Zhi is one of them.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others; receive favors from others and do things for them.

Wang Zhi had heard the words of Zhongyuan, she got a big chance in South China Sea, and she will get another bigger chance in the future.

So she waited here for a long time.

The clear voice of a woman in the yellow shirt sounded in the heart lake, and after a very long distance, it came slowly, and finally landed in the heart lake.

"three"

"one."

Wang Zhi frowned, according to the young master Xiaotao's instructions, at this moment she was running the secret technique of the Demon Sect, and instantly raised her sword and dropped it.

The puppet in front of her, whose dao heart had been cracked and had been eroded by the soul of the demonic way, was cut down by her extremely sharp sword and turned into a rain of blood.

Can no longer be resurrected.

The entire purple mansion illusion began to collapse.

At the same time, the other three quasi-monsters of the Mozong Holy Island started a massacre in the illusion of the Purple Mansion inside the Canghai Monument.

In the Cang Hai Monument, there are a total of 72 people controlled by Hou Qing.

Except for these controlled puppets, the rest of the people with complete Dao Xin are all powerful practitioners.

After passing the test of the Zifu Dao Tribulation of the Canghai Monument, a very small number of people with a strong Dao heart have obtained great fortune.

Ye Shisan provided the soul power to tear apart the illusion of the Purple Mansion, and young master Xiaotao provided endless mental power.

Qingshi sat cross-legged in the purple mansion of the Darong Temple, and a whistling sound came from his ears. Ye Shisan tore apart the space, and brought his son Xiaotao to his purple mansion.

Eldest Daotai Senior Brother was pale, and he was injured a lot, he took out a long and narrow jade pendant from his bosom with trembling hands.

I fell to the ground.

The jade pendant shattered, and a small half of the golden Bodhisattva's spirit fluttered out, directly entering the bluestone's mouth and nose.

The soul of the three and a half strands of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva returns to its place.

Qingshi slowly opened his eyes.

Ye Shisan said weakly: "Those cultivators controlled by Hou Qing are already hopeless. If they show mercy, they will leave a disaster and they will all be killed."

Qingshi nodded slightly, and said softly: "I will kill them all."

After saying this, Qingshi, who looked like a little novice, stood up slowly, shook out his robe, straightened his back, and turned back into the appearance of that young monk with a delicate green robe.

There are burning texts flowing in both eyes.

One of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, the eye of heaven.

Qingshi spread his arms slightly, and saw clearly all the illusions in the entire Purple Mansion.

In the next moment, he stepped out, disappeared in the Darong Temple, and appeared in a certain illusion.

He sighed, and put one hand on the head of his Buddhist disciple, and pressed down gently, but no blood dripped down. Collapsed, breathless, like sitting down, dead is decent.

Qingshi's "killing" speed at this moment is actually several times faster than those four quasi-monster-level young devils from Holy Island.

Other than him, Xi Yao stood up and struggled away from the illusion of the Purple Mansion.

She also started to kill, at a speed comparable to that of Qingshi.

Dongjun, Ren Pingsheng, those who are able to help, all started to kill people across borders.

In the entire Zifu, the situation reversed instantly.

Houqing's 72 souls were strangled within a few breaths.

The last ray of soul of this great devil in ancient times was locked in the core space of the Canghai Monument.

Every second, every breath, bears the scorching sun's scorching sword energy.

He stared at the porcelain boy in front of him.

bell two.

Clock two!

(End of this chapter)