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Juhun... The moment the other party walked out, Qin Ye immediately recognized the other party's identity, and then frowned slightly.
As an impermanence, he is too aware of the gap between the soul and impermanence. To be blunt, if he wanted to, no one could live on this mountain today.
But this one is different.
There was no hole in his mask. The whole face was closed, and, as a yin, he clearly saw that there was no yang energy on the other side.
Moreover... Death Qi is actually stronger than Sun Wukong, if it wasn't for the other party's words just now, as impermanence, he wouldn't even feel it.
How exactly did this happen
"You want to save him?" Qin Ye smiled and said, "You can try."
Brushing... The leaves in all directions danced without wind, gradually spun into a circle, and gathered around them. The canopy of the old banyan tree seemed to be pressed down by a giant hand and slowly lowered.
"You can't do this!" Sun Wukong's body was shaking, and just now, he obviously felt an indescribable atmosphere, as if a knife had been placed across his neck, and he seemed to be facing an evil Asura. Let him start breathing hard.
He took out a silk scarf and wiped his sweat desperately: "Jade is made by..."
"I don't care who you are." Qin Ye said calmly, "I knew for a long time... everything in the world comes with a price. I'm pretty sure that your life as an antique shopkeeper and mine will definitely be weighed down by the balance. On my side. The people behind you probably won't even ask."
No one spoke.
The dead cemetery is like a tight wire. Bai Yishan and Zhu Bajie looked at Tang Sanzang in unison, Tang Sanzang was silent for two seconds, then gritted his teeth and said, "He didn't lie."
After saying this, he was silent for a second, sighed deeply, and reached out to grab his mask.
The moment his mask was lifted, a cold light flashed on his other hand, and he suddenly stretched out a meter and stabbed Qin Ye's arm!
brush!
There was a terrifying sonic boom in the air, and the opponent used all his strength for this blow, not to take someone's life, but to shock him.
when! Just as the cold light stabbed Qin Ye's arm, the mask on his face had already broken into pieces with a crisp sound, and the cold light was already close to Qin Ye's handwriting, but could no longer penetrate half an inch!
Under the mask, is a face full of scars, without eyeballs, the eyeballs are two black holes. And... there was not a trace of blood on the other's face, skinny, eyes, nose, mouth, all stitched together!
boom!
The muscles on the opponent's face were twisting, but in the next second, his black cloak head was separated from it and floated down to both sides. The entire head seemed to be hit by an invisible giant hand, and suddenly slammed towards the back!
"This is..." Qin Ye's relaxed expression suddenly became serious: "A corpse?"
"Yuedaitou, this is the Japanese?" He looked over suddenly, but this time, he crossed Bai Yishan, looked directly at Zhu Bajie, and said with flickering eyes, "This corpse died for at least three hundred years... Three hundred Japanese corpses over 100 years old... During the Warring States Period... Yaoxian Tianmu Bowl... Don't tell me it doesn't matter."
"Besides, you are a ghost craftsman who sealed the seven orifices of the corpse. No wonder you don't let your anger out... Who are you? The real person in charge... Is it you?"
Under the moonlight, in Zhu Bajie's cuffs, a ray of brilliance that could hardly be seen even if one looked carefully flashed past. The other side lowered his head and said nothing.
That's silk thread.
Silk thread specially used for corpse control.
Only one of the seven ghost craftsmen... the corpse caster can do this.
The place was dead silent.
Protruding from the sleeve of the corpse is a hook lock, and at the top is a dagger that shines with cold light. However, it was impossible to break into Qin Ye's cortex at all.
Impermanence and Juhun are very different. Qin Ye can now resist Arthas with a single hand, and his body is comparable to a humanoid weapon. How could something like this be hurt? Even hot weapons are mostly useless.
Sun Wukong didn't speak, and after a few seconds, he sighed faintly, reached out and took off his mask.
Qin Ye's eyes flickered, the person under the mask was exactly the same as Bai Yishan!
The only difference is that this Bai Yishan has a haggard face, deep sunken eye sockets and bloodshot eyes, as if he hadn't slept for a few days. If it wasn't for a will to support him, Qin Ye believed that if he tapped lightly, the opponent would fall.
As expected, what happened to Jiade... Qin Ye's eyes were slightly cold, and he hoped that it wouldn't have anything to do with Yaochang Tianmu Bowl, he really didn't want to have trouble.
"So... you are the real Bai Yishan?"
The real Bai Yishan nodded, and before Qin Ye could speak, he suddenly knelt down, like a drowning man grabbing onto a wooden board, his hand tremblingly squeezed Qin Ye's hand, and there was only prayer in his eyes: "Save me..."
"Please... help me!"
"I can help you... help me! He's here...he's here! He's coming soon!"
When talking about "him", Bai Yishan seemed to want to scream, but there seemed to be a huge terror suppressing him, he didn't even dare to scream, he could only whisper tremblingly.
Qin Ye's eyes suddenly moved: "Who is here? What happened? Don't tell me... Is there something wrong with the Yaobian Tianmu Bowl?"
"Sen Lan Maru... He said his name is Sen Lan Maru!" Bai Yishan's tears finally poured out, tears streaming down his face: "Mr. Qin... Help! This is a specter! An evil I have never seen before! It... It's too scary! It Chased here from Yanjing... It's nearby! I can feel it! I shouldn't... I shouldn't... I shouldn't do this! Ahhh!"
Qin Ye waved his hand away.
It can be seen that Bai Yishan is about to collapse. What has he done? The other party directly chased and killed Bao'an
And more importantly, the name Senran Maru.
Living too long, some information enters the mind unconsciously. For example, the information on the change of Honnoji Temple.
When Nobunaga was betrayed by Akechi Mitsuhide at Honnoji Temple, there were several people who committed suicide with Nobunaga. His wife Saito Guidie, son Oda Nobutada, retainer Murai Zhensheng, and Xiaoxin Moranmaru.
According to legend, Mori Ranmaru is a man who looks better than a woman. Japanese Xiaoxin is almost a general's civil servant, and many of them have some unclear relationship with the general... Thinking of this, Qin Ye suddenly raised his head. An incredible speculation flashed in my mind!
Yaotian Tianmu Bowl... Shouldn't there be more than one soul gathered
If it really is Mori Ranmaru, then... Saito Guidie, Oda Nobuta, Murai Zhensheng... Will the souls of these three people also be gathered by this top ten genitals in Asia
Otherwise, how could Moranmaru chase and kill Bai Yishan, who got the bowl, to such an unending level
"Mr. Qin!" Bai Yishan attached like a maggot, grabbing Qin Ye's pants tightly: "Bao'an! Only Bao'an is safe! Send me in! Please! I don't want to die in terror! It's terrible! … every night… every night when I close my eyes, I can see the face of that evil spirit…”
Qin Ye pushed him away: "It's too late."
Bai Yishan was stunned for a while, and was about to scream when Qin Ye said lightly, "He's already here."
Pulled so dead, what should I do if I block the official's escape route
Senlan Maru... A famous little letter in history... Qin Ye turned around in a dashing manner, walking away from Bai Yishan's stunned eyes.
Goodbye, goodbye, go ahead.
However, just after running for more than ten meters, his back slapped his forehead suddenly and turned back.
From heaven to hell, Bai Yishan crawled with his legs on the ground and chased after crying: "Mr. Qin! You can't leave me!"
Qin Ye also felt extremely embarrassed. He just remembered... Is he impermanent? What are you afraid of about a detained soul? This... This pot is thrown to the instinct, can the instinct take it
"Don't move." Qin Ye was instantly confident and walked up to meet Bai Yishan: "If you move, you will die."
Just behind Bai Yishan, the shadows of the night, the moonlight shining down, the shadows scattered on the tombstone, and the projection of lights on the tombstone, at this moment... as if alive! Gathering frantically from all directions, ignoring others, pointing directly at the head of Bai Yishan!
sand! The boundless gust of wind suddenly blew, and in the darkness where five fingers could not be seen, a figure slowly walked in the center of the narrow tombstone.
He couldn't see his face clearly, but every time the other party took a step, a terrifying cry rang out in his ears, as if... In the fire of the Honneng Temple, countless retainers who were cut to the stomach, and countless innocent people who were burned to death by the fire.
Da... Da... The voice in the dead silence makes people feel depressed and crazy. There was also a rustling sound, as if something was dragging on the ground, moving inch by inch.
At the same time, the stalls on the top of the mountain, with candles all on one side, turned green. All the men in black sitting on the tombstone were startled, and suddenly raised their heads to look at the candlelight.
In the dead silence, I don't know who stood up first, rolled up things, and fled down the mountain like crazy. Then, the second, the third... In the blink of an eye, the ghost city that had been quiet just now was scattered like birds and beasts. There were countless terrified voices resounding through the space.
"Special ghost... A hundred-year ghost! This... How is it possible!" "There is a hundred-year ghost on the edge of Bao'an City? Why didn't you tell me?" "Where did the monster come from! What a strong resentment!"
Brush la la la la! ! Just as they broke down and fled, the next second, on the entire Laojun Mountain, those burnt and unburned money papers flew towards the C8 area like a sea tide, and even... formed a golden and pure white in the sky. Tornado!
Ghosts come out, the living retreat!
On the top of the mountain, Lin Han was still standing there, the wind was blowing, and even the surrounding tombstones were rattling, and tiny cracks appeared on it. His coat has been blown up and down, he looked deeply at the C8 area, and muttered: "What a strong Yin Qi... What the hell is this?"
Gritting his teeth, he immediately rushed down.
Laojun Mountain is in the shape of a ladder, with tombstones placed like terraced fields, and the C8 area is on the third floor. However, he just rushed to the second-to-last floor, but found that... he couldn't get out at all!
The place is already crowded with people, and the two or three Yin spirits recognized by the government are among them. The extreme panic has made them lose their minds, and crazily hang in front of the void: "Who! Who is it!!" "Open this What the hell! Let's go out!" "Who! How dare you make trouble in Bao'an! Let me tell you, we have judge-level masters here!"
"This is..." Lin Han gasped, he suddenly realized that things were not that simple tonight.
Right in front of him, silk threads had been tied to the tombstone at some point in time. The entire upper two floors were sealed with silk threads, and at this moment, these silk threads were emitting faint blue-purple rays of light, covered with talismans and bells. No matter how hard the people in front tried, they seemed to be hammering against an invisible wall and couldn't get out at all.
"Boundary... And it's not Hua Guo's technique." He looked around deeply: "There are people... there are other people here!"