Feng was tightly tied with a rope to the only chair in the house, and the crowd formed a circle, as if looking at the orangutan in the zoo. Little bit has already withdrawn from the hypnosis of Feng. At this time, Feng's fierce appearance is revealed, and he is fiercely trying to break free from the heavy ropes. It is a pity that there are King Kong heirs and Wudang masters here, and a hundred maples can do nothing.
"I said, should I give him a punch?" Ryoko waved his fist eagerly.
"If you go down with that punch, it is estimated that the world will be quiet." Dou Mu Hao is also wrong, his Buddhism innocence does not seem to be right. "Actually, killing this guy is a way." Tang Mengli woke up a long time ago. Just now, she carefully looked at Feng's eyelids and hair, and even drew a tube of blood, using countless methods to detect whether it was caused by poisoning. , It’s a pity to toss for a long time, this Tang Sect young genius almost scratched his hair, and didn’t figure out what poison is in Feng. Everyone believes that if there are poisons in the world that Tang Sect has never seen before, then It must be "radish, cabbage, rice and steamed buns, died suddenly after taking it for 60 years", this kind of strange poison called "years".
Jing Muyan filled Maple with gold needles all over his body. There were a total of 300 roots. From a distance, Maple looked like a huge human-shaped hedgehog. There were many medicines and it could almost be eaten as a meal. Muya filled Feng's stomach. Jing Muya vowed to be foolproof, but after pulling out these golden needles, Feng's first wish was to pick up the scissors and poke Jing Muya to death.
Doumuqi and Ryoko used their housekeeping skills one after another, only to wash the marrow and cut the hair of Feng with their own self-cultivation. It is a pity that there is no substantial progress other than making our hero slobber. Even though Dou Mu Hao's skill has the effect of renewing his life, it is a pity that Feng is alive and well, so it doesn't look like he is going to die.
It’s more reliable to say a little bit: "Trust me, he is not poisoned, he has no internal injuries, or even frustration. He is really acting according to his own wishes. It's just that his wishes have been tampered with."
Everyone thought about all the pretense they thought for a long time, and they all agreed, and then asked in unison, "Is there a way to solve it?"
"I have to read a book about this." A little bit embarrassed, blushing, and ran back to his room.
"Jingfeng's trick is really beautiful. This time, no one can save Daijun. Hahahaha." Mr. Liang smiled reluctantly. Two people died in his seven kills. In any case, he is happy. Got up.
"The subordinates have heard that the purple pupil next to Dai Junchou has a high level of cultivation. Will it be possible?" Jiang was covered with bandages, sitting on the side at this time, and asked cautiously while inhaling his breath.
"Jingfeng told me that there is no solution to this trick." Mr. Liang remembered the decisive look in Jingfeng's eyes that day.
On the eve of the negotiation, the Liang family kept secret.
"Mr. Jingfeng can't repay Mr. Jingfeng's kindness, and there is only one death." Jingfeng knelt down on one knee and saluted again.
"What do you mean?" Mr. Liang frowned.
"It's not Mr. Jingfeng's Mistrust. The beheading plan of Mr. Dai Juncho seems to be seamless, but it is not foolproof. The subordinates have a must kill to ensure that they are safe, but they will not be able to be with Mr. in the future." Jingfeng said. It was like discussing a concert peacefully.
"Jingfeng you" Mr. Liang seemed to be a little impulsive, but he recovered and calmed his voice in just a moment: "Well, don't worry, I will arrange your funeral." Jingfeng's song "Drunk Fishing Sings Evening" Not a killer move, but just a smoke bomb before the surprise attack. His piano art is inherently extraordinary and holy, and "Drunken Fish and Singing Night" also implies indifferent fame and fortune and a leisurely and contented mood. According to Jingfeng's research on Dai Junchoi, his own piano sound is bound to resonate with Dai Junchoi. This is what he wants. Resonance!
The whole piece is nothing but a leisurely dream and a beautiful fantasy for Dai Junchou, and because there is no lethal power in the sound of the piano, the purple pupil master will not pay attention to himself. When Dai Junchou fell deeply into the sound of the piano and praised it, he killed himself, mobilized the spirit of the whole body, and broke the string in one fell swoop, but it was seven strings and one note, which was a swan song.
This tune has only one sound, and it is called "Scary Dreams and Weeping Blood". It is cast by the surgeon’s whole body essence and blood, and the surgeon’s resentment and pain are counted in the sound of the piano. In addition, the Illusory Qin is a divine instrument. The violent meaning at the time of destruction, even the Zitong masters could not stop it. The piano is destroyed and killed, crying blood and horrified dreams.
Mo Wuhen discovered that the internal organs of the quiet wind were tangled together, and the meridians all over his body were shattered. That was the price of this trick. However, this pain turned into a lot of resentment, and it was built in Dai Junchoi's mind. A bloody and violent world.
What Dai Junchoo sank was not a nightmare, but a memory that was tampered with. A piece of memory was permanently implanted in Dai Junchoi's brain, and replaced his own spiritual consciousness, indulging Dai Junchoi's actions. Therefore, Feng's actions are out of his mind. This is the reason why little can't be solved with any pupil technique.
Diandian ran to Gu Sect quietly, browsed countless classics from the Gu Sect Holy Land (actually a library), and finally found the answer he wanted in a book of "Phantom Gu Transcript".
"The so-called illusionist is the heart demon. All illusionism is born of human love, hate, greed, hatred, and ignorance. If the performer wants to perform illusionism, he must first experience all kinds of magical illusions, fake foreign objects, and bring spiritual power It is passed on to the recipient. This is the source of the risk of illusion. If the recipient’s heart is like a rock, the donor will suffer a great backlash; on the other hand, if the illusion is successful, although the recipient has fallen into the hell, but the giver recalls the past and has experienced it. The pain here is beyond the endurance of ordinary people. Therefore, those who practice illusion arts all start from a young age, and the practice is twice the result with half the effort before the heart demon is born.
There are two solutions to all illusions in the world. First, if the performer dies, the illusion will be solved; second, it can be known that the illusion is invoked, and the opposite can be solved by constructing a reasonable explanation.
However, there is no absolute in the world, and not all illusions have a way to crack. If the giver sacrifices the spirit of qi, blood, and worships the evil god, he temporarily gains supreme power and casts unsolved illusion spells. I have studied its origin, and if I have gained something, I have never tested it in practice, and I will refer to it later.
The fundamental reason for the incomprehension of such illusions lies in the fact that the perpetrator pays too much. The sacrifice of life and the medium of divine tools, unless the same price is paid to solve the problem in the opposite direction, it is bound to be impossible. If someone who is gifted with different skills learns the classics of pupil technique, it may be impossible to decipher it. However, there are very few pupil technique masters, and there are only a few who are willing to give up their lives to save others. Little by little, he packed his bags and immediately got up and hurried back to City A. When he was about to leave, he knocked three heads far away towards his father's residence.
"Daughter is not filial and can't serve her."