"Witch Soldier" Wan Yan Yan became confused and sluggish again because of Ji Yiming's simple words, from the original murderous aura and crazy distortion of his expression to almost destroying everything in front of him and even the entire world.

Ou Haichao was almost dumbfounded next to him, and he didn't understand why these two unrelated words could have such a magical effect: "You...... Why is this spell of yours so powerful?"

Jiang Zhiyou's secret words left. Ji Yiming's gaze did not turn, still staring at Wan Yan's pair of eagle-like eyes, carefully observing every struggle, confusion and distorted expression on his face: "I thought it was just an allusion to the scope and origin of this city, but after coming in for so long and collecting so much information, it is obvious that these words have nothing to do with the secrets that Wucheng originally established." So the only possible ...... Naturally, it fell after the time of Nurhachi. ”

The Lying Silkworm Mei Daoist did not participate in the discussion between Ji Yiming, Ying Xingtian and Ji Daoyan, but at this moment, he naturally had a certain understanding of the so-called "change" in Wucheng from its establishment to the early Qing Dynasty.

Hearing this, he quickly nodded slightly: "Second consciousness?"

It was speculated that Ji Yiming only made it in his heart and did not mention it to anyone. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he didn't expect this Haichao brother to actually think of going with him: "The Manchus of the Qing Dynasty did not lean on the Jurchen tribe of the Jin Dynasty for no reason, and it is likely that the decision was made after Nurhachi entered this witch city. No matter what the real secret is hidden in the witch city, the perfect face in front of you must be the most important. ”

In that case, finding a way to control his consciousness is naturally the easiest way to do it. Ou Haichao naturally took over the conversation, and then looked at the "witch soldier" Wan Yan who was still in a confused expression: "But they obviously didn't succeed, and in most cases, Jin Xizong's consciousness still occupies a dominant position. Even if you use those few secret words to trigger a struggle in his second consciousness, it shouldn't last long. ”

"If you can find out what happened in December of the second year of the emperor's reign, the truth of the death of the crown prince Wanyan Ji'an, and the ninth year of the emperor's reign, when the king of Hailing Wanyan Liang and the concubine Tang Kuo argued about the murder of the monarch and seized the throne, maybe we can unravel him...... Even the secrets of the entire Witch City. ”

Ou Haichao was in high spirits, and finally saw the hope of solving the crisis here for the first time: "What should I do?"

Ji Yiming spread his hands: "I haven't thought of it yet." ”

The former waited for a long time to get such a sentence, even if he had just been rescued from life and death by Little Brother Ji, he still couldn't help but roll his eyes: "It is estimated that his state will not last long, if there is no better way...... It's better to wait for the winning boss and the torturer to come down and deal with it. ”

While the two were talking, the small building on the second floor of the "City History Museum" behind them suddenly flashed with an extremely strong dazzling gaze. The light was so strong that even the two people and the snake with their backs to the building couldn't help but squint their eyes slightly. The eyes of "Wanyan", who was facing the light source, did not blink, and they were not affected at all.

After just a few seconds, the light faded, and Ji Yiming and Ou Haichao were stunned again when they subconsciously turned their heads to look.

It's restored!

The small building of the City History Museum, which was hit by the huge body of Gu Snake Xiaoyang and was originally full of broken stone and bricks, has been completely restored to its original appearance at this moment...... No, it's even more refreshed than when a few people first arrived.

The sleek and burr-free exterior walls, the heavy wooden doors that still smell of fresh lacquer, and the green tiles and beautifully carved flying corner eaves on the top. The whole small building looks out of place compared to the other buildings around it, more like it was when it was first built, rather than an ancient building that has been built for thousands of years.

What's going on?

Before Ji Yiming and Ou Haichao could react, they saw the window on the second floor open and Ying Xingtian's figure jumped down from it, and went directly to the middle of the two of them, a snake and Wan Yan: "Zhu Huang has a problem, the statue of the god was destroyed by him at the formation on the floor on the second floor." Be careful, this Jin Xizong is a 'witch soldier' refined by hundreds of grandmasters in the Zhongxing era of the Wumen back then, and the changes in the formation and god statues on it may trigger his reaction!"

"Lao Tzu knew that Zhu Huang was not a good person. Ou Haichao scolded secretly, and then realized the true meaning of the word "witch soldier" in Ying Xingtian's mouth, and his face suddenly became solemn instantly: "The 'witch soldier' in the witch inheritance? The group of witch sect masters in the Zhongxing era were really crazy, and even the body of the lord of a country dared to use it to refine witch soldiers, what did they pay attention to?"

Ying Xingtian stood in front of the two of them and stared closely at the changes in Wan Yan, and allocated half of his attention to Zhu Huang, who was still on the second floor of the "City History Museum" and did not come out: "'Criminal Soldier' is the most authentic Wumen lineage, Zhu Huang's guy may have the method of controlling the 'Wu Bing', but this may be our opportunity." ”

Not to mention Ou Haichao, the Taoist of the Silkworm Eyebrows, Ji Yiming quickly understood what he meant.

Jin Xizong, who was refined into a witch soldier, is obviously a pawn pushed out by the black hand behind the scenes in Wucheng, and there must be a deeper conspiracy hidden behind it. And if there is an extra "criminal soldier" to fight for control, they will naturally have more opportunities as a "third party".

Several people stood in front of Wan Yan with a confused look on his face, as if he was facing a great enemy, and there was no movement in the newly renovated small building behind him, and the originally tense battle situation was temporarily stagnant for a few seconds.

Then Ji Yiming felt something in his heart, and turned his head to look at the northwest sky.

Two comet-tail-like rays flashed.

The light that was exactly the same as the phantom of the square inch formation before instantly disappeared into Yan Yan's body.

The second and third.

There are nine more.

Ji Yiming took a deep breath, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

Twelve strange and inexplicable breaths made the entire witch city "live" on the body of the witch soldier Wan Yan.

The first formation phantom entered the body to restore part of his sanity, what kind of changes would occur in the two realms in front of him? And if the entire twelve qi entered the body, would he be able to recover all the memories that belonged to Jin Xizong's Wanyan and expel all the "second personality" that had been instilled by Nurhachi?

Everyone's hearts were filled with vigilance.

About a few hundred meters away, an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from mid-air, laughing angrily.

"Little brute, you really dare to ?!!"

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Regarding Wanyan Ji'an letting himself come out to do "this thing", Zhu Huang certainly didn't think that the former was due to the fact that everyone belonged to the descendants of Wumen, and it came from the kindness of the predecessors of the Jin Dynasty to the leaders of the criminal soldiers of the future generations.

This first-generation witch soldier, nicknamed Prince Yingzhuo, is full of hatred for the entire Wumen inheritance, and what he cares about most can only be the avenue to heaven that the legendary "Wumen Evergreen Array" can open. In all the calculations that he has been going on for nearly a thousand years, he may have become one of them.

However, when the abbreviated version of "Wudao Evergreen Array" appeared in front of him, corresponding to the twelve square inch formation phantoms that Yan Ji'an had inspired before, he had no second thought in his heart except for fighting to the death.

It's not just about fighting for your life.

It is also the obsession that has been passed down by countless generations of ancestors of the criminal organization since the Wumen Zhongxing era passed.

"Seal of Oneness", "Compassion", "Nine-colored Lotus", "Ten Thousand Gods", "Unbound".

"No problem, the calculation and judgment made by the Zhongxing Patriarch and the leaders of the past dynasties are not wrong at all. With the movement of his hand, the large area of "Kuafu Chasing the Sun" tattoo on Zhu Huang's neck became more and more red, and the color was so bright that it seemed that there would be blood beads oozing out of the lines at any time.

And the abbreviated version of "Wudao Evergreen Array", which was originally cyan underneath, each black formation pattern was slightly bounced and changed under the complex and cumbersome combination of Daomen handprints and Wumen fingerprints.

In the twelve directions around it, the phantom of the formation that was exactly the same as the twelve square inch formations inspired by Wanyan Ji'an before. It's just that compared to the former, the condensed brilliance looks a little vague, flickering and dimming, as if it may disappear at any time due to the exhaustion of energy.

"One law is all right, and all laws are ...... The central ancestors who restored the refining technique of the 'Witch Soldier' back then obviously followed the path of "Eternal Evergreen Array". Wrong...... Perhaps refining the Witch Soldier is simply to pave the way for the eventual restoration of this legendary formation. ”

Zhu Huang's body trembled, not only his neck, but even from his head to his limbs, all the bare skin on his body became red, looking like a shrimp that had only been boiled in boiling water, but there was an irrepressible smile of joy on his face: "Traitor to the Witch Gate, your biggest mistake was not to betray the Witch Sect back then...... ended the Zhongxing era and killed hundreds of Zhongxing patriarchs. But this time...... Let me go and think I'm in control!"

"As long as you control this formation, then it doesn't matter if you are still finished. Win Xingtian or Ji Daoyan Ou Haichao, everything in this witch city will become a mud ball that is randomly rounded and flattened in my Zhu Huang's hands. The power of the witch path in the body was rapidly consumed as one after another handprints and fingerprints were cast, but the leader of the criminal organization still did not hesitate to consume all the power in the meridians: "Please go to the ancestral witch body! Dijiang! Harvest! Zhu Rong! Gonggong! Eclipse Nine Yin! Houtu!"

——A few hours ago, in order to hide from the forces of "Qianlong Yuan" and "Yan Dao", the high-grade wizard under Zhu Huang's subordinates who voluntarily sacrificed, and at the same time invited the four ancestral witches to turn into a terrifying existence like a mountain of meat, and finally ended in self-explosion.

At this moment, Zhu Huang invited six ancestral witches at the same time for the first time.

His body, which was already more than two and a half meters tall, swelled even more, reaching an extremely exaggerated two meters and six meters, and the muscles of his whole body swelled to the point that it seemed to be composed of balloons. The leader of the "torturers" in this state is almost no longer humanoid, and looks more like a terrifying muscular beast, his body is red and even the air flow between his breaths is dyed with a faint pink!

Ten fingers the thickness of a radish were still dancing rapidly, bearing handprints and fingerprints.

Every formation pattern of the abbreviated version of "Wudao Evergreen Array" at the bottom trembled, and the twelve square inch phantoms around it became more and more condensed, revealing miniature and complex fine lines.

At this moment, Wan Yan Ji'an's angry voice finally came from outside the window.

"Little brute, you really dare to ?!!"

Zhu Huang smiled, and whispered the word "up" in his mouth.