Fu Canglu

Chapter 447 Death of the Puppet Master (End)

The core space of Canghai Monument.

The two flames of soul power, with Zhong Er as the center, were so hot that they turned into two semi-circular arc-shaped walls of fire. After the ends were closed, they joined together to form a circle, locking Zhong Er and Hou Qing firmly in the center of the flame of soul power.

The little Highness stood outside the soul fire, his temples were blown flying by the heat wave, the strong wind rolled the sparks, splashed them in front of his face, and extinguished them instantly.

I borrowed almost half of the soul power in the lotus pond.

His Royal Highness doesn't care about the title of "Soul Power No. 1", nor is he a merciful savior, but lending these soul powers would really hurt him a lot at the moment.

The young second master of the Zhong family looked calm, and said softly: "The half wisp of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's soul has been sent to the blue stone soul sea, and you and I are considered clear."

Yi Xiao nodded.

He put his sleeves together, stood outside the soul fire, and said softly: "If you have anything to say, I can take it out for you."

Zhong Er smiled and gave a bad breath, and cursed softly: "Are you expecting me to die?"

Yi Xiao stopped talking and didn't speak any more.

The world is extremely quiet, only the soul fire is silently boiling, burning, and bursting out.

The young second master of the Zhong family restrained his smile, lowered his eyebrows and said, "I have nothing to say."

He turned his head, looked at Hou Qing expressionlessly, and said in a very slow tone: "You are going to die, what do you want to say?"

Hou Qing's eyes were red, one hand was crushed to death by Zhong Er on the hilt of the sword, the other hand was desperately trying to open Zhong Er's palm, ten fingers were like hooks, but Zhong Er's pair of porcelain-like jade hands could not be pulled .

The art of the Zhong family's jade hands.

Zhong Er's face was indifferent, looking at the patriarch of the demonic way who had lost his cultivation base, at this moment, the veins in his arms were bulging, rolling like a dragon, his whole body was hunched, he bent down and smashed his head on the ground, regardless of his manners, blood was dripping after he raised his head , looking at himself with a ferocious face, each word was almost squeezed out between his teeth: "Why?"

Zhong Er covered his second hand up, and his whole body remained suspended.

He said softly: "There is no reason."

Both hands of Hou Qing were crushed and locked, and the whole figure seemed to be hanging on the ancient sword. His eyes were wide open, and it was inevitable that under Zhong Er's strength, he would pull out the ancient sword inch by inch.

Every time a small inch of the sword is pulled out, Hou Qing's soul, which is still relatively complete, will be cut open by a ray of sword energy and shattered.

Zhong Er is no exception.

The two bear the burning pain together.

Hou Qing hissed and gritted his teeth: "You and I shared the pain of drawing the sword, piercing every inch to the bone, but why did it come to this? I know you want to kill me, but if you draw this sword, you will definitely die, but I may not. "

Zhong Er ignored it and clenched his sword hand even more tightly.

Hou Qing actually squeezed out a smile.

He looked at Zhong Er with a maniacal smile, obviously that face was extremely ruthless, but Hou Qing seemed to see a lunatic.

He laughed and said, "You madman, you don't want to live at all?"

The laughter rolled up like a strong wind, shaking the sky and shaking the soul.

Zhong Er nodded slowly.

Hou Qing looked up to the sky and laughed long and sadly. Her hair was disheveled and her long hair danced wildly.It looked terrible.

He stared at Zhong Er, as if he had given up resisting, and let the scorching sword energy enter the heart and lungs of this body, feeling the pain one after another falling on the limbs and bones, and then swept wildly.

Hou Qing's expression calmed down.

In the end, he was the one who lost the battle for string control.

After all the calculations, he lost in the hands of a lunatic.

That lunatic is not a string master at all.

String control is the layout, and he is breaking the game.

Hou Qing laughed silently at himself.

What Zhong Er placed in front of him was a frank conspiracy.

If he hadn't calculated so much by himself, he wouldn't have fallen on the last conspiracy.

His killing game turned out to be just such a small link.

The young second master of the Zhong family said calmly: "You think too complicated about people's hearts."

Hou Qing was a little perplexed.

"Why do I have to want to get out alive?"

"Why do I have to kill my comrades, for the so-called good fortune?"

"Why can't I just die here?"

Zhong Er spoke very slowly, "Why can't the final outcome be me and you dying together?"

That ancient sword was pulled out very slowly.

Even if Hou Qing stopped resisting, it still took a short time for Zhong Er to draw the sword.

Zhong Er glanced at Gu Jian, and said indifferently: "Those who dare to make deals with the devil are themselves even more terrifying devils."

Hou Qing's fingers trembled uncontrollably.

He is the ancestor of the magic string control technique.

And the porcelain youth in a levitating posture in front of him should be the best human puppet master for thousands of years.

He originally thought that the final outcome of this battle of string control should be that he stood, and the young man fell short and became his string control puppet.

He even thought that he might lose to him, and then become the opponent's puppet.

But this is not the case today.

When the ancient sword was pulled out, it was the time when the two of them lost their souls.

And Zhong Er's expression was very calm, unmoved at all, still maintaining a steady posture of drawing his sword, as if he had expected such a death long ago.

He is waiting to die.

Hou Qing felt that what the human youth in front of him said was right.

He is a more terrifying devil than himself.

The patriarch of the Demon Dao couldn't guess at all what Zhong Er was thinking in his heart.

He didn't understand.

There are a thousand rules in this world.

Zhong Er has a thousand and one ways to break the rules.

Unruly, unreasonable.

The last moment to draw the sword
Hou Qing suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "I really can't figure it out."

"A canary imprisoned in a cage must want to break the cage and fly out."

"The living dead locked in a coffin must want to stand up and take a new look at the world."

It was like this a long time ago.

Freedom and eternal life are what all people pursue.

Zhong Er stared at Hou Qing.

Hou Qing's face was covered with blood, his voice was hoarse, he couldn't understand it, and finally he gritted his teeth: "What's wrong with me?!"

Zhong Er said calmly: "You are right."

"But I'm tired of living."

suddenly draw the sword
Countless fragments of memory, in Zhong Er's mind, gnaw like gears, accompanied by the action of drawing the sword, countless sparks burst out in an instant, instantly starting a prairie fire, turning into a blazing fire dragon with head raised and claws, and Zhong Er and the queen Qing swallowed it.

soul burst
The sky is south and the sea is north, on both sides of the Qijiang River.

Zhong Er used to rely on the heart power of his young master Xiao Tao and the soul power of Ye Shisan to control the string-controlling puppets.

People from the South China Sea and the North these days are ordinary and ordinary, but they are the largest intelligence network in the South China Sea.

They may not wake up again after closing their eyes once.

Because of the skill of string control, a person named Zhong Er lived in their bodies.

A certain young master of the Wu family, a young monk from the White Horse Temple, and the ruffian owner of the Black Wind Village, in the Central Plains, there are too many such people.

These people should have died, but they came back to life. After the cynical second master of the Zhong family lived in their bodies, he laughed and cursed and experienced all kinds of different things when he was dying every day. Life.

Zhong Er is thinking now.

Hou Qing was quite right.

"A canary imprisoned in a cage must want to break the cage and fly out."

"The living dead locked in a coffin must want to stand up and take a new look at the world."

It's been like this since a long time ago.

If it wasn't for Master, Ye Shisan, and Junior Sister, I wouldn't have the chance to start over.

Take a look at what the world looks like.

Countless fragments of memory were connected one after another in the mind of the second young master of the Zhong family, joined together, and shattered little by little, shining like fireworks.

Zhong Er smiled lightly and said, "It's so pretty."

I have crossed mountains, rivers and seas, and I have also crossed mountains and seas of people.

Thousands of miles of snowfields, deserts of yellow sand, Qi, Liang and Northern Wei, rivers and lakes and temples.

What regrets?
Zhong Er shook his head and pulled out the ancient sword.

When the illusory sword was unsheathed, it was extremely powerful, and the long and narrow sword light lit up the sky and the earth.

The entire world of immortal monuments exploded loudly, crumbling.

It's like the end of the world is coming.

Zhong Er floated behind Hou Qing, and the two of them were almost close together. He slowly raised the ancient sword, pointed the tip of the sword at himself, and stabbed it slowly.

The ancient sword entered into the back of the chest first, slowly entered it inch by inch, and finally pierced through the back of Zhong Er's heart.

Zhong Er's whole body was burning with blazing soul fire.

He stared at the distant horizon.

When the end of the fairy stele world is approaching, a figure in white comes stepping through a hole in the sky.

He drew his sword himself.

And that person came as promised.

Come and take this sword.

Zhong Er smiled, turned his head, and said calmly to His Highness, "Take care of my sister."

Under the big banyan tree.

Ye Shisan suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his lips. After a dull cough, blood slowly oozes from the gap between his five fingers.

His face was pale and his throat rolled.

The vitality that he provided to Zhong Er was cut off in an instant.

Ye Shisan lowered his head to see his junior sister.

The girl in the yellow shirt in the wheelchair did not speak, her eyes were moist, and then two lines of tears slowly fell down her cheeks.

She looked up and took a deep breath.

The collapse of the immortal stele inevitably affected many illusions of the Purple Mansion within the immortal stele.

The collapse of each purple mansion is like a dream bubble.

Those who are controlled by Hou Qing, they can't die anymore.

It shows that the two top string masters in the world have already decided the winner.

It is also a matter of life and death.

Her voice was extremely soft, like a wisp of will-o'-the-wisp in the free air, which might go out at any moment.

"Brother, do you know?"

Ye Shisan looked at his young master Xiaotao.

"I once asked Master, who is the most proud disciple?"

She trembled and smiled.

"Not you, and not me."

Paused.

"That person is gone."

Within the Nanhai Cave Mansion.

A thousand-year-old quiet room with bright stone walls.

The chess master aged a lot overnight, his temples were pale, and his eyes were dim.

The Grand Master of the South China Sea slowly opened his eyes and woke up from the state of recuperating his soul.

The puppet who served him in his daily life maintained the movement of serving tea, squatting cautiously beside him, the teacup held in both hands rose up with hot air, nourished by the vitality all the time, waiting for himself to open his eyes, and poured the tea hand it up.

The master of chess knew that the puppet would never serve the tea again.

He walked to the innermost part of the quiet room.

In the innermost part of the quiet room, there is a sarcophagus. The lid of the sarcophagus is half uncovered, covering half of the face of the person lying in the coffin.

With some difficulty, the chess master removed the lid of the entire sarcophagus, quietly looking at the face of the person inside.

It was a high-spirited youthful face.

The boy's eyes were extremely agile, and there was a sly smile on his face.

The chess master moved gently, stretched out a hand, and hovered over Zhong Er's face.

He paused for a moment, then fell back up.

When he moved his palm away again, the boy who closed his eyes had a smile on his lips.

Something is dripping.

"Clap" sound.

It hit the young man's face, and then rose like smoke.

(End of this chapter)