Outside the Liudao Building, Qin Changxi was wearing a black robe and a silver-white mask, playing with a bone whistle. As he approached the place step by step, he was surrounded by black butterflies and insects.
Qin Changxi picked up the whistle and blew it gently. As soon as the whistle sounded, a circle of purple ripples appeared in the air, surrounding this elegant and exquisite pavilion located in the ethereal valley.
After learning that Xie Ying had entered the Tinglan Secret Realm, he sent a message to his father who was far away in Zijin Continent, asking the head of the Qin Family to activate the formation at the Four Hundred and Eighty Temple.
After the "Nightmare" was refined, it could be controlled by the whistle in his hand. He didn't know how much of Huai Mingzi's cultivation this "Nightmare" could inherit, but it should be enough to deal with the ruthless Xie Ying.
"Thank you." Qin Changxi smiled faintly: "When you stepped on the blood of so many people to ascend to the Jade Palace, did you ever think that this day would come?"
Qin Changxi said: "It's your fault. You did everything you could to kill people. It's retribution for your evil deeds today."
A moth landed on his shoulder. Qin Changxi raised the corners of his mouth with pride, looking up at the building, as if he had personally seen it rise and fall.
Finally, the weather in Nanzezhou is about to change.
Finally, the cold and chilly waves that had enveloped the heavens for a hundred years vanished into thin air on this day.
Qin Changxi said a name with hatred: "Xie Ying."
Qin Changxi was at the Dongxu stage, so it was easy for him to enter the Liudao Tower, but he knew Xie Ying was inside, so for the sake of caution he chose to stand outside and be the manipulator behind the scenes.
Before, Qin Changxi had been controlling Yan and talking to Yin Wuwang, but now Yin Wuwang is probably dead.
—The memory is replaced. is out of control. What's the difference between this and death
Now, that body is under his control.
All the insects in the valley are running towards this side.
Jing Chen was frightened when he saw the scene emerging on the lake. He could no longer immerse himself in inexplicable sadness. He hurried outside and shouted, "Yan Qing, Yan Qing, it's bad. Something happened outside. There are so many bugs outside. The bugs have surrounded the entire building."
Yan Qing was stunned, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Bugs?"
Jing Xingchen lowered his head, still a little panicked: "Yes, the poisonous insects in the entire secret realm seem to have surrounded this place. And I saw the Evil Ghost Road was collapsing, one wall after another fell down, and many people ran to the Shura Road - do you think Jun Xingxing will be in trouble? I have been looking for him in there for a long time and couldn't find him."
Yan Qing frowned and stood up; "Let's go down and take a look."
She wiped the dust off the mirror and wiped away her tears: "Okay." She didn't dare to talk to Yan Qing. After being questioned by Xie Shiyi in a cold voice, she was so scared that she didn't even dare to look at him.
Fortunately, Xie Shiyi's sight did not fall on her.
When you pass through the animal realm and reach the Asura realm.
Jing Chen looked at the bones scattered all over the ground, shuddered, and stammered, "Where should we go now?"
As Yan Qing stepped into the Shura Road, his brows furrowed.
…He smelled a familiar smell here.
The fields were low and vast, and the ground was covered with bones. The Shura Path was the devil's path, and the current situation gave Yan Qing a bit of a devilish feeling.
"There is blood here?" Yan Qing murmured, his eyes fell on the bloody footprints on the ground, and he said without hesitation: "Follow him." Following the bloodstains on the ground, he came to a hall made of piles of bones in the center of Shura Dao.
Each floor of the Six Paths Building is a formation, and this Bone Hall is located in the formation, which is the formation. The first thing that came into view was a big pit. Now the pit was full of people, all of whom were disciples of the Nine Sects who came here because of the strange vision of the Tinglan Secret Realm and the collapse of the Evil Ghost Path.
Everyone looked panicked and at a loss.
The palace was high and far away, with four bronze statues of fierce beasts guarding the east, west, south and north respectively, with countless thick black iron chains hanging across the middle. Each fierce beast had a green face and fangs, looked majestic and huge, and had copper bells on its mouth, staring angrily at the people in the center of the palace.
Most of the people who attended the Qingyun Conference were young people, and many of them asked fearfully: "Now, how are we going to get out? Is it safe here?"
Upon hearing this, the older and more opinionated disciples immediately pointed their spearheads at the disciples of Liuguang Sect: "Can those who are here get out? Why can't I see the way out?"
A group of people from Liuguang Sect turned their eyes to Yin Wuwang, and one of them asked, "Yin Wuwang, where is the exit? You brought us here, how are we going to get out?" The person who spoke also had a red ling between his eyebrows, and he was a disciple of the Yin family. Even now, his tone was as strong and aggressive as usual.
Yin Wuwang's sleeves fell down, covering his broken hand. In the frenzy of killing just now, his hair was messed up and his black clothes were all bloody, but since everyone was in a mess, no one noticed that he was wrong. Yin Wuwang smiled slightly and said to everyone, "Don't worry, since I brought you here, I must have a way to get you out."
Everyone looked at him, feeling a little weird.
It was nothing else, Yin Wuwang was in a weird state now. The disciples of the nine major sects who could attend the Qingyun Conference had more or less heard of Yin Wuwang's name and had seen him in person. In their impression, Yin Wuwang was either treacherous and extreme or full of resentment, not like now, smiling at them peacefully. But Yin Wuwang's smile now was particularly weird, with the corners of his lips twisted, as if two faces overlapped.
"If you want to get out, just jump into this pit." Yin Wuwang pointed to the big pit in the center of the White Bone Hall. The pit was about ten meters deep, just a dirt pit. You could see the bottom with your bare hands, and there were some scattered bones piled up underneath.
The first person to raise an opinion was the member of the Yin family clan: "Are you sure you are not lying?"
Yin Wuwang tilted his head in confusion, as if he was puzzled: "Why would I lie to you? Let's put it this way, it doesn't matter how many people jump in, fifty people are enough. Fifty people can start the battle. There are still more than three hundred people left outside the pit. With you watching, I dare not do anything."
The disciple of the Yin family thought there was some truth in this and nodded. With Yin Wuwang's current cultivation, he certainly wouldn't dare to do anything in public. This was the secret realm of Fuhua Sect. As one of the nine sects in Nanzezhou, there couldn't be any evil things here.
"Who's willing to go down then?"
They still regarded this as an ordinary trial and regarded each other as competitors. They were afraid that they would go down and work hard to start the battle, but would only serve as a favor to others.
They looked at each other, thinking secretly, and no one was willing to be the first to step forward.
Seeing this, Yin Wuwang smiled and suggested, "It seems that no one is willing. In this case, let's draw lots." He conjured up a small bamboo tube in his hand, which was filled with bamboo sticks. He smiled and said, "Fifty of the bamboo sticks have red bottoms. I'll trouble the fifty Taoist friends who have been drawn to go down and start the formation."
Everyone looked at the bamboo tube he took out, but said nothing. They went to get the lots one by one. Although the fifty people who were chosen were unhappy about the drawing of lots in such a fair and open manner, they did not have any objections.
"What happens after we jump?"
Yin Wuwang smiled politely and said, "After you jump down, please stand close to the wall."
These fifty people came from nine different sects. With a flick of their sleeves, they jumped out of the pit. If someone knew all of them, they would find that these people had a common characteristic—they were unique in their sects, behaved eccentrically, and their cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds in recent months.
Fifty people followed Yin Wuwang's command and stood in a line against the wall.
Yin Wuwang walked to the foot of the mythical beast on the east side of the palace. In the sight of everyone, he suddenly bent down and smiled strangely. The smile seemed like two blurred faces, and the voice seemed like two overlapping voices.
He stretched out his intact hand, gently fiddled with the iron chain locked on the foot of the ferocious beast statue, and said hoarsely: "I don't need to kill you one by one. The things you ate at various auctions and black markets are enough to kill you. Why don't people understand that taking shortcuts in everything has a price to pay."
"Now I am merciful and will let you be freed sooner."
When Yin Wuwang said the last sentence, his voice had completely turned into that of an old man. His smile deepened strangely, and then he grabbed the black chain with his fingers and crushed it.
"Get out of here soon, kids."
The nine sect disciples who remained outside the tiankeng finally discovered that something was wrong.
"No, Yin Wuwang, what are you doing?" "Stand back! Be careful!"
The iron chain under the beast's feet fell to the ground with a crash, splashing countless dust. Under the panicked gaze of the crowd, the eyes of the majestic and solemn blue bronze statue made of stone beads rolled, and black water spurted out from its wide-open mouth.
The water flowed down like a waterfall and poured into the big pit in the center of the hall. The nine sect disciples who were fighting against the wall in the pit turned pale when they saw this, and they realized something was wrong and wanted to leave quickly.
However, black chains grew out of the walls and bound them all.
"Yin Wuwang!" Their eyes were bloodshot and their eyes were about to burst: "You actually tried to murder us? - You are so brave! Nan Zezhou is not allowed to kill innocent people. If you harm us, you will definitely be expelled from the sect when you get out!"
Yin Wuwang stood under the bronze Qilin statue, wearing a dark robe, and looked at the disciples in the pit from afar. He looked like a young man, but his eyes seemed to have experienced thousands of years of wind and frost.
Yin Wuwang smiled and said, "It's not me who murdered you, it's you." He said sarcastically, "Nan Zezhou is not allowed to kill innocent people? You dare to buy this kind of medicine on the black market. Do you think you can avoid killing innocent people?"
Black market, drugs, killing innocent people.
His three words echoed in the hall of bones. Some people were confused, some were pale. And the people in the pit all had their pupils shrunken, their lips trembling, and they were unable to speak.
Outside the Six Paths Building, Qin Changxi controlled the Nightmare that had taken over Yin Wuwang's body. He was quite pleased with himself that he had finally drawn the needle after laying a long line for thousands of miles, and said through the Nightmare's mouth with a faint smile: "When you bought the elixir, didn't you know that the elixir can restore your cultivation, but it requires the blood of a person's heart to awaken it?"
"You have mediocre talents, but you have successfully entered the second round of the Qingyun Conference. Have you never killed anyone?"
From Zijinzhou to Nanzezhou, going through multiple auctions and black markets, all for today.
Huai Mingzi's nightmare needed an embryonic disc full of evil thoughts to parasitize, so he chose Yin Wuwang.
Huai Mingzi's nightmare required the efforts of one hundred young Nascent Soul cultivators to perform a sacrificial formation to awaken it, so he chose the Qingyun Conference.
In fact, even if all these 500 people died in there.
There is no need to worry about mirror jade.
The Lord of the Underworld City of Shiyang City was originally set up by them to release Zijinzhou on purpose. When the dust settled, they could just blame everything on greed and the Demon Realm.
The people in the Demon Realm are vicious and desperate. They are in urgent need of spiritual stones. They hide in the black market and sell evil medicine to the disciples of the Nine Sects. Evil medicine can help people temporarily improve their cultivation, but it will erode people's reason. The disciples of the Nine Sects who are eager for quick success and want to participate in the Qingyun Conference swallowed the elixir, entered the Tinglan Secret Realm, and began to kill their fellow disciples uncontrollably, and finally died suddenly.
Everything makes sense.
It's all because of greed.
The Fuxi Stone isolates the outside world from the divine consciousness, and no one knows what has been discovered inside.
Qin Changxi blew the whistle again, smiled, and uttered the last sentence lightly.
"You have brought this upon yourselves."
In the White Bone Hall, Yin Wuwang also said slowly: "You have brought this upon yourselves."
Boom! Another iron chain was destroyed by him, and the bronze unicorn statue vomited more and more black water, filling the pit into a swamp, burying the fifty people alive. Someone outside the pit came to his senses and rushed over to stop Yin Wuwang. But halfway through the run, the horse was tied up by tens of thousands of crisscrossing iron chains that stretched across the sky and lifted into the air.
In an instant, the Shura Bone Hall turned into a hell on earth.
"No, Yin Wuwang, you can't do this!"
When Yan Qing, Jing Chen and Xie Shiyi arrived, they happened to see this scene.
Hundreds of people were suspended in the air by iron chains, unable to move, their faces pale. The black water on the ground had filled the pit, thick and thick, like a swamp. In the center of the swamp was a small vortex, scarlet.
The vortex of solidified blood was like a swamp, and Yin Wuwang walked to the edge of the swamp step by step.
In an instant, the blood from all over the battlefield rushed towards him, condensed in the air, and wrapped around him, forming one blood-red line after another.
Finally, the blood lines all converged at the center of the eyebrows.
Suddenly, a huge and boundless gust of wind rose from the ground in the hall, blowing up Yin Wuwang's black robe and his long ink-black hair.
Yin Wuwang's bloody severed hand slowly grew a new hand under a red light.
Skinny, bony, and covered with brown spots. Clearly an old man's hand!
Yin Wuwang slowly opened his eyes, and this time, his eyes had completely turned green. The moment I saw his eyes.
The nine sects' disciples felt as if they were struck by five thunderbolts. Their bodies trembled violently from their hands to their feet and they shouted at the top of their lungs.
"Demon Seed??!"
"Yin Wuwang, you are actually a demon??!"
Yin Wuwang didn't say anything. He looked down at his hands, his neck bones moved stiffly, and then he looked around strangely. He didn't move, but the blood in his body became thicker and thicker.
The nightmare is slowly awakening.
Awakening belongs to Huai Mingzi’s memories, awakening belongs to Huai Mingzi’s cultivation.
Qin Changxi was outside holding the bone whistle, smiling triumphantly, finally.
Finally waited for this moment.
His heart was tense with anxiety, and a wild anticipation surged in his heart. The thought that he could use a whistle to control a nightmare at the peak of the Spiritualization Stage, to control him to speak, to control him to kill people, was a thrill.
His blood seemed to be boiling.
Qin Changxi whistled again, and this time, as a master, he gave an order to the awakened Huai Mingzi: "Destroy the Liudao Tower. Remember, don't let anyone escape."
His voice was full of arrogance and hatred. Unexpectedly, the ripples formed by the whistle did not flow into the building this time. Qin Changxi was stunned, and suddenly his whole body turned cold. While he was surprised, the bone whistle in his hand was suddenly smashed to pieces by an irresistible force. Qin Changxi was also seriously injured, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell from the air, landing among thousands of insects.
Inside the Bone Hall.
Yin Wuwang stared at his hands, opening and closing them for a long time, and finally understood what was going on. He raised his eyebrows, and his voice was hoarse and cold, like a venomous snake that had been dormant in a cave for thousands of years.
Every word he said made people's bones shiver, just like his unfathomable cultivation and dominance.
Yin Wuwang said in a strange and sarcastic voice: "Is this... the art of controlling nightmares?"