"clang-"
There was an unexpected piercing sound of flesh and blood, followed by a dull groan.
The purple profound energy sword in Zong Shaoqing's hand sank into Yue Jinghua's back.
Yue Jinghua's eyes widened. Under the golden mask, her beautiful eyes were full of disbelief and horror, and her soft and delicate body was shattered into pieces.
There was no spray of blood, and no howling of pain. When Zong Shaoqing's sword sank, the place where Yue Jinghua was originally standing turned into a fallen leaf.
The withered yellow leaves instantly turned red.
"Son of God," exclamations flooded from the surroundings like a tidal wave.
Several figures immediately surrounded Zong Shaoqing, including Song Mu and Xi Ming who followed Zong Shaoqing into the Sky Dragon Palace after going through a disguise, and immediately woke up from the dimpled state.
After seeing the situation beside them clearly, Song Mu and others turned pale with shock.
On the ground, at some point, there were already several corpses of disciples of the Temple of God.
Shaxi screamed, and her maid with a sharp short gun stuck in her waist fell into a pool of blood, which was Shaxi's masterpiece.
"How could this be? I clearly saw someone trying to snatch me away..." Shaxi faltered. Just now, she saw Zong Shaoqing walking towards her, but she didn't know that a woman was killed halfway and snatched away Zong Shaoqing. Shaoqing, in her impatience, brandished a short spear and stabbed at the woman.
The same thing happened to other temple disciples and adjudicators.
Just now, three people were killed and four people were injured in the Hall of Divine Judgment. All of them died of cannibalism. If Zong Shaoqing hadn't discovered it earlier, the casualties would have been even greater at this moment.
"Come out, you've followed us all the way," Zong Shaoqing indifferently looked at a very inconspicuous pile of leaves on Qiuwu Avenue.
I saw the withered and yellow leaves gradually gather together, suddenly forming an erratic leaf shadow.
Under the leaves, an inexplicable creature flashed a pair of strange demon pupils.
"It's impossible for you to see through my dimpled dreamland. My dimpled realm has clearly transformed into the person in your heart. Why did you see through it?" beast.
It is called the dimple beast, and it lives by sucking human flesh and hatred.
The dimple has no substance, it lives in this autumn leaf, it is everywhere, it has no breath, it can turn into the nightmare of the heart, and attack people passing by.
Along the way, the people in the God's Trial Palace were cautious, and it didn't take advantage of it until everyone was exhausted.
I thought it would be able to take the opportunity to kill this group of people with profound cultivation, but Zong Shaoqing saw through it.
The person in Zong Shaoqing's heart
Shaxi was shocked when he heard that.
From the age of eight, she grew up with Zong Shaoqing.
Zong Shaoqing treats people modestly, seems to be affectionate to everyone, but also seems to be ruthless to everyone. She always thought that with his temperament, it is impossible to tolerate anyone in his heart. Even if there is, it can only make her.
Who is that person
"Where is the monster, you can't see through our hearts at all, there is no one in Shaoqing's heart," Shaxi said with a horizontal knife in his hand, trying to kill the extremely weird dimple beast.
With a swing of the knife, the body of the dimple beast immediately broke apart, and soon gathered together again.
"Vicious woman, the thing you fear in your heart will happen sooner or later. That man has no heart at all. A person who can swing a sword at someone who is moved by his heart is not worthy of being called a human at all," said the beast. It is good at spying on people's hearts. It thinks that it has imitated "Yue Jinghua"'s demeanor and behavior without any flaws, and it is absolutely impossible to be seen through.
"You're not her," Zong Shaoqing twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, but smiled, the already enviable facial lines softened, and the purple eyes were like a stormy sky, full of purple: "She won't beg for mercy."
The Yue Jinghua that Zong Shaoqing had seen, was sometimes laughing and mischievous, sometimes not angry and mighty, although it was just a hasty relationship, but Zong Shaoqing always remembered that day when Yiren stood by the river and stabbed her down. .
How can a person who can be cruel to himself beg for mercy from others.
As Yue Jinghua said, she is the same type of person as Zong Shaoqing.
A person who is born proud and unyielding, who doesn't know how to bend his spine.
Based on this alone, Zong Shaoqing can judge that "she" is not Yue Jinghua.
"You chose Qiuwu, and you are asking for your own death. I will devour your spiritual consciousness one by one," the tapir passed by, and its body turned into several, one into two, and two into four.
In the blink of an eye, phantoms of dozens of tapirs appeared on the empty Qiuwu Avenue.
Tapirs are incorporeal and difficult to attack.
The people in the Hall of Divine Trials are best at attacking in formations.
Everyone was about to ask Zong Shaoqing if he wanted to fight against the enemy, but Zong Shaoqing's pupils shrank.
On the avenue covered with sycamore leaves, a raging purple fire ignited, and the fire came without warning, as if there was only such a fire left in the world.
In the firelight, Zong Shaoqing was dressed in a white robe with silver hair, and his purple eyes were like a mandala on the other side of the river.
The anger felt by the people in the Shencai Palace was only warm and hot, and there was no discomfort at all.
However, the tapir beast surrounded by the purple fire uttered terrified cries, and a terrifying cry rumbled from its throat: "Purple, immortal..."
Accompanied by the purple fire, there are lightning-like thunder flashes, sliding down from the sky.
The words that the tapir was about to blurt out came to an abrupt end.
The fire quickly ignited the autumn leaves on the ground, and burned the tapir beast into a pool of ashes in just an instant.
As soon as the autumn wind blows, the ashes will disperse with the wind.
On the originally endless Qiuwu Avenue, the fallen leaves and golden plane trees all disappeared, leaving only a barren path.
Not far ahead, there is a flashing light spot, which is the exit of Qiuwu Avenue, and the front is Longting.
Seeing the tapir beast disappear without a trace after a moment.
The Purple Prison Divine Fire, everyone in the Hall of Gods was shocked. It was rumored that when the son of God Zong Shaoqing came to the world, the Purple Prison Divine Fire descended from the sky.
The fire gathers the good fortune of the world and can melt everything in the world.
But that's just hearsay. The Son of God is usually as warm as the sun, and he has never used the Purple Prison Divine Fire in front of people. He never thought that the fire would be so powerful, and it wiped out the tapir beast in just an instant.
And just now, that smile of the Son of God...
Thinking of the Son of God under the reflection of the purple fire, that faint, death-like smile, everyone in the Hall of Divine Judgment couldn't help but tremble, and they all fell silent.
Shaxi was startled inwardly, she couldn't help but think of her mother's evaluation of Zong Shaoqing, the most feared person in the Temple of Gods is not the elders of the temple, but Zong Shaoqing.
Zong Shaoqing stepped forward, and a withered yellow bead floated up from the ashes and fell into his hand.
He said in a voice that only he could hear: "It's the fault, you shouldn't be impersonating her."