Wasn't the Poisonous Hand Demon possessed by the evil spirits or evil thoughts from the Gate of Death? How could he die miserably at the Gate of Life
Could it be that I made a mistake in my judgment, or that the ghosts or evil thoughts at the door of death are restrained in the door of life, so I can simply abandon the body and escape.
Meng Qi's thoughts were whirling, and the life-threatening Yaksha's face turned dark, and he did not dare to act rashly. He turned back and looked at the body of the Poison Hand Demon Lord from a distance.
Suddenly, he let out a light sigh: It didn't look like it was torn into two pieces, the fracture was smooth, as if it had been chopped with a knife.
Meng Qi, who had been slashed with a knife, looked at him in astonishment, and saw that the two corpses of the Poison-Hand Demon Lord showed no signs of tearing at the fractures, as if they had been slashed with a knife or an axe.
If I hadn't known about my family's affairs, I almost thought it was my hand. For a moment, Meng Qi suspected that he had seen the wounds caused by Kaitiandiji, just like Yang Zhenchan whose traces were destroyed by himself.
As soon as the idea came up, Meng Qi was suddenly stunned. He might not be able to rule out the possibility of his taking action.
When I was at the Zhenwu Suspicious Tomb, there was no sign or sound of the evil thoughts possessing me. Could it be that the things on the Poison Hand Demon Lord were transferred to myself and took control of my body while the illusory array confuses my senses
The more Meng Qi thought about it, the more frightened he became. If he hadn't breathed out his vitality, his body would have formed a cycle of its own and his control would be so strong that he might have developed a layer of white hair and sweat.
The experienced Meng Qi took a deep breath, calmed down his mind, and with his spirit spreading, he carefully inspected the body of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord.
He did not rot into mud like Yang Zhenchan, but lost all moisture, including blood. Both his body and internal organs were shriveled and withered, and the wounds were flat and cut in two.
Seeing this situation, Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief. This sword just had the appearance of creating something new in the world. It was unrealistic and seemed to be a deliberate imitation.
Imitation is the first of its kind. Could it be that someone saw that it was wrong for me to kill Yang Zhenchan? I also used it when I escaped from the door of death. Meng Qi frowned.
Suddenly, the life-threatening Yaksha stretched out his hand. The rotten black pouch glove that took away the Poison Hand Demon Lord has also rotted into mud, but the things in the pouch are still better preserved because the bag protects against disasters.
Because of the relationship between the life-killing Yaksha and the Poison-Hand Demon Lord, no one objected when he took the black pouch. Although Meng Qi was heartbroken, he still did not take action. They still needed to explore the path and step on the traps.
Moreover, Meng Qi is also struggling with another question, whether he will be possessed by the evil spirit or evil thoughts of Death Gate.
The incident of Zhenwu's suspected tomb left a deep impression on him. I don't know when I was possessed, and now it's hard to rule it out.
He calmed his mind, with his soul on top, looking down at the heavens, his acupoints opened, working secretly, looking for any abnormality.
There is no problem. Meng Qi's Dharma appears internally, dimly and darkly, and chaos opens up. The heavens were born, and the universes and worlds appeared in all directions, without any abnormality.
Then, he visualized the first form of the Tathagata's divine palm. The golden Buddha points to the sky and touches the ground, and I am the only one who respects me. It points to myself and others, but it still does not bring out any foreign objects.
None of this. Then choose to believe in yourself and Meng Qi will no longer be suspicious. Under the palm of the Immortal Prime Minister and Visual Tathagata, if there are still evil thoughts or evil spirits, they can quietly possess you. That can't be solved on location, so don't worry about it. When the task is completed, ask Liu Dao for help.
He only has one Dharmakaya-level item on his body, which is the wood carving given by Mr. Lu Da. He has held it in his left hand for a while now. It feels normal to the touch and is still an ordinary wood carving.
Let's continue. Suoming Yaksha said gloomily.
Meng Qi and Jia Zhen, the Hunshi Demon, didn't say much and moved cautiously.
One step, two steps, three steps, mist steamed up again, Meng Qi carefully changed direction and did not stay where he was.
After a cup of tea, the fog subsided, and Meng Qi saw that the gray square was empty except for the life-threatening Yaksha not far away.
Jia Zhen also died. Meng Qi dispersed and found a pool of flesh and blood, which seemed to have been crushed by a huge boulder. Judging from the clothes mixed in it, it was none other than the demon Jia Zhen.
Everything on him was crushed to pieces
This middle-aged scribe who made him feel familiar but unrecognizable also died silently. Meng Qi suddenly felt shuddering. He was worthy of burying the entire Bomi Kingdom in the Worry-free Valley. Fortunately, he pretended to be a public servant and dragged the examiner into it.
Meng Qi and Suoming Yaksha looked at each other and saw each other being wary and sizing up each other.
Continue? Meng Qi asked.
Suoming Yaksha said solemnly: Of course.
Only a few steps to the entrance
The two of them moved forward at the same time, and after three steps, the fog rose as usual, cutting off the senses.
Following his understanding, Meng Qi took a step diagonally, changed his position, and sensed the sea formed by the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth. It was also filled with mist, covering nature.
Suddenly, a black shadow rushed towards him like lightning, with a strong demonic aura, like a centipede, trying to wrap around Meng Qi tightly.
Meng Qi, who had been on guard for a long time, faced the wind and suddenly emerged from the demonic centipede.
At this moment, human-shaped black shadows jumped out from the white mist, either with fists, claws, palm knives, finger vertebrae, or spirals. They all contained legal principles, overwhelming the sky, and full of corrosive feeling. , and the meaning of depravity is imprinted in my heart.
Meng Qi made no attempt to defend himself and slashed out with his long sword, and the sun shone brightly in many acupoints.
The sword was like a blazing sun, slashing out thousands of feet of light, which was either real or insubstantial, folded or reversed, and engulfed all nearby places.
The sun shines brightly, leaving nothing behind
Dang, dang, dang, the long sword constantly collided with the opponent's fists and feet, making the sound of gold and iron clashing, and many black shadows collapsed.
Suddenly, black shadows gathered together, as if they were born with two horns, and filled with evil energy.
It closed its hands and caught the flowing fire entity just right, and the sunlight immediately dissipated.
Meng Qi suddenly felt a strong suction force coming from the flowing fire. His flesh, flesh, bones, and soul essence all felt loose, as if they were about to throw themselves at the opponent.
Pale gold emerges, its suction is like a worm shaking a big tree, but it has no effect.
The opponent's Qi changed accordingly, and Meng Qi felt a strong sense of danger in his heart. He directly unblocked the flow of fire and coordinated with the change of moves.
boom
The stream of light caught between the palms was like a sun coming down, making continuous explosions, rolling with scorching heat, and radiating light.
With this push, the long sword passed between the two palms and stabbed the opponent's chest.
The opponent's chest seemed to be made of gold and iron, but the flowing fire, which was already a top-grade weapon, only paused briefly before piercing it.
boom
The scorching heat exploded, as if the sun was exploding. The smell of burnt flesh and blood floated in, and the surrounding white mist was blown thin.
When the flow of fire paused for a moment, the opponent took advantage of the situation and flew backwards, so that the sword did not penetrate too deeply, but a big hole was melted in the chest, and the internal organs were half turned into water and half burned black.
And this time. Meng Qicai felt a strong numbness that spread to the tips of his hair.
It was his Heavenly Demon Bliss Meng Qi who almost caught him. Through the thin white mist, he saw the other person. It was none other than the Hunshi Heavenly Demon Jia Zhen who had died before.
And Meng Qi also identified his identity from the skills. The old clock of the myth is not a member of the reincarnation.
No wonder there was no trauma after being stabbed before. The demon's golden body is inherently invulnerable and has magical defensive powers.
Old Zhong, who had returned to his original appearance, was a bit uglier again, with a lot of pimples on his face, and he kept regressing. All the way to the edge of the gray square.
Meng Qi tried to catch up, but was blocked by layers of solid white mist.
At this time, most of the fog disappeared, and Meng Qi saw the life-threatening Yaksha. The light of Wutu was emitting from his body, and he was struggling to support himself under the hands of a translucent Yin spirit.
This Yin spirit has an old face, is dressed in a black robe, and has thick white hair, like thin snakes. Scattered behind.
As the white mist subsided, he gave up his attack and disappeared into the mist.
It's you who demands your life. Yasha looked at the old clock protected by white mist, with anger in his eyes.
But he didn't rush into action. It seems to be waiting for something.
Old Zhongjie smiled strangely and his mental state was obviously abnormal: Who told you to invite me
What on earth do you want to do? You haven't even entered the gate of life yet. Yasha is extremely puzzled by his sudden action.
The flesh and blood on Lao Zhong's chest squirmed and evolved, and he glanced at Meng Qi. Madman smiled and said: Of course I will kill you all.
Hearing these words, Meng Qi seemed to have guessed something, and said calmly: You were sent by Shinhwa to look for clues in Wuyou Valley.
The mythical emperor Yaksha had only learned about the mythical emperor who killed the emperor of the Jin Dynasty during the mutual market. Now that I have met the true master, it suddenly feels like a dream.
Lao Zhong was happy to delay his recovery: Yes, I didn't expect that you guys could find a way out so quickly when you got together. I had no time to pass on the news, so I had to kill you first and suppress the matter.
The incident happened suddenly, and he had no way to notify Shinhwa. He was afraid that the things in Wuyou Valley would be discovered first, so he secretly assassinated and destroyed the treasure hunting group. Little did he know that the first attempt failed, and the first person to be killed was Meng Qi.
That Yin spirit is the life-seeking Yaksha asked.
Lao Zhongtou chuckled and said: "According to the records I have obtained, important places in Bomi will be protected by ancestral spirits. As long as you worship sincerely, you will be blessed by the ancestral spirits."
You kowtow not just to open the door and ask for your life, Yaksha suddenly realizes.
Normally, ancestral spirits that have not been worshiped will dissipate after more than a hundred years, but this place is special, dark, damp, and full of death. It makes sense that the ancestral spirits have existed for more than a thousand years, but it seems that he has lost his intelligence. , all based on instinct, and also with the help of fog.
Lao Zhong's chest and abdomen returned to their original state, and his breath was slightly weak. He glanced at Meng Qi and the two of them, and sneered: You don't dare to move, for fear of stirring up the phantom formation again and letting the ancestral spirits attack.
It doesn't matter, I'm here to inspire you
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the laughter of Suoming Yaksha: Jia Zhen, why do you think I want to invite you, a casual acquaintance
You Lao Zhong was stunned for a moment.
Yasha's face turned cold: It's easy to kill, no need to share the treasure
At this time, a figure appeared out of thin air, grabbed it with both hands, and the blood-brown water surged, forcibly grabbing the ancestor spirit out of the formation.
The visitor was wearing a black imperial robe, with white hair pulled into a high bun, and a snake-shaped wooden hairpin. His face was full of wrinkles, and he had some resemblance to the ancestors.
Pluto Emperor Lao Zhong's expression changed drastically, he took out something, turned around and flew towards the exit.
The old god of life-killing Yaksha was there and he was confident. He did not chase after him, but looked at Meng Qi with a smile:
You're calm, aren't you scared
Meng Qi returned the smile with a bright smile, his teeth were white and neat:
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