On the other side of this row of stone carvings, Qi Huan has successfully reached the "keyhole" of the sculpture of King Shura. The success of climbing here alive is also due to his friends who fought on the ground, and the paper people. Many rakshasas and several cadres were "sent" back to Shura Dao by Jun Aoyan and Liu Shenghan, and the ground was full of broken confetti. Although, there are still a few henchmen left to "dance wildly" below, but he can't care too much.

Qi Huan pulled out the demon pestle vigorously. It was heavier than expected and almost fell. He noticed that when he took it off, the Buddha face in the middle was smiling. The smile is indescribably weird, squeezing eyebrows, making people feel uncomfortable when they see it, and they can't empathize with a little happiness at all.

Can...... And then what?

Anger and scolding, what kind of correspondence does it correspond to the world?

The unrestrained feeling of recklessness before was gone, and a strong sense of depression occupied Qi Huan's heart. He felt unprecedented pressure: if he was not careful, he opened the door of this temple to the Shura Dao...... Will they ever come back? In this way, won't all their efforts be in vain?

Is this little demon slaying pestle so heavy?

Qi Huan, who was also in danger in the ring, suddenly panicked. His hand trembled, and he could barely hold it. When he first came to the rift, the heat and coldness of the metal stimulated his palm at the same time. He even felt that his hearing had deteriorated, and the noise of the weapon ping-pong had diminished a lot. He wanted to ask Liu Shenghan below loudly, but found that they were all in danger.

Sending himself to this position almost exhausted all the strength of the two of them. Mo Dao was thrown to Liu Shenghan at some point, but she didn't have enough strength to resist the attack of the battle axe. Now, half of the axe was embedded in her shoulder, and her face was pale. Jun Aoyan was helpless, because she was clutching the fangs of the demon beast with her bare hands, trying to pull it back to her hometown along with the rakshasa behind it.

What to do, which one?

- What if it's wrong?

He didn't have time to think.

…… Leave it to fate.

Qi Huan closed his eyes, turned the demon pestle around, and slapped it back into the hole hard.

The imaginary roar appeared, but I don't know where the sound came from, and it seemed to come from all directions. The irregular tremors were accompanied by bursts of whining, and no matter what people were doing, they were using all their strength to maintain the movement of their hands at the moment, because everyone's eyes were closed, as if there was an invisible force pressing everyone's eyelids hard, and they were not allowed to watch. Soon, the indescribable light that had been flowing around suddenly dimmed, and the whole world seemed to be plunged into darkness. It is better to say that this kind of dimness should be a familiar reality for a few people.

Qi Huan clung to the edge of the stone cloak, and he felt like it was going to break with all his strength. When all was calm again, he opened his eyes and looked around, making sure that this was the world he knew.

Good luck.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed, and he was suddenly dragged down by his own weight. The gravity of returning to reality was a little unaccustomed to him. He struggled against the stone, pulled himself back with both arms, and tried to reach out with a hand to pull the pestle off.

When the demon pestle was taken into Qi Huan's hand again, he found that perhaps he had used too much force - the pestle was broken. The sharp part has broken into several pieces, like a pinched dead leaf.

Qi Huan's hand shook uncontrollably. This thing...... Is it so vulnerable?

"Seeing the light of day again" is not about the same, and for them, this experience can really be called a return to the world. It was gratifying to return to the familiar world, and the scattered people quickly gathered in one place. However, despite cutting off the steady stream of reinforcements in the Shura Dao, the thorny situation, its source, has not yet been resolved.

Her head...... Can't cut it off. Her spine was hard, iron-like. Bai Ya turned his head and spit out the blood in his mouth, and whispered to Frost Moon Jun, his tone was a little urgent, "The scimitar is not good...... Then they can't use any weapons. Your sword was made by Shura, and if we have anything else to deal with her, it may be your Demon Sealing Blade - you might as well draw your sword? Don't you want to kill her? ”

Frost Moon Jun didn't answer him. To be exact, he was talking to the other side of the horse:

"Now that your forgery has been ruined...... I'm curious, where is the real demon pestle? ”

The only answer to him was silence.

Frost Moon Jun didn't care, he turned around, and his eyes looked at the queen of the asuras: "I can feel that you have quite a lot of fighting methods, and your strength is indeed amazing. But I also found that the hook knife in your hand did not exert the special power of a Shura's exclusive weapon. There is no echo between you, there is no consensus, it is not like your weapon at all, it is just a tool that you forcibly harness and use to fight. I guess that knife never chose you at all, never really belonged to you. ”

There were only two men left by her side, one was Shura with a battle axe, and the other was even the demon who didn't know the prototype. It seems that no matter what kind of background, it is not an ordinary person who can stand by the side of King Shura. And the king herself also looked a little embarrassed at this time, her hook knife was nowhere to be found, her head was covered with blood, and she was full of fatigue after the war, and she no longer looked wild and solemn on the Golden Palace.

Even so, her eyes still shone as sharp as broken glass, and her unweaponized palm clutched the other half of the unshattered wreckage of the Demon Slaying Pestle, her posture equally tense, ready to continue the fight. As Frost Moon Jun spoke, her deep and bony wounds visibly healed with the naked eye, giving birth to new flesh, and they could almost hear the sound of them growing.

Only on her neck, the arc of blood that Bai Ya twisted out before was still eye-catching. It was only striking, and when she spoke, the scar didn't even interfere with her voice. The only Chinese network

"You are very sharp, and you deserve to be the master chosen by the Demon Sealing Blade for himself." She raised her slap and clapped it symbolically, "It's true that we set up a game in the past, unleashed strange people, and manipulated witchcraft to call you—you are standing here today because we have worked hard and paid an unimaginable price." Even, for this reason, he did not hesitate to break the covenant with the gods. ”

She sneered again: "Ha, you questioned me earlier and violated the agreement with the gods. Lone can tell you that you didn't guess wrong. But have you ever wondered how we do it? ”

"I did."

At this moment, Frost Moon Jun held his hands in his sleeves, the knife was in the sheath, and the tone of idle talk gave people the illusion that the two sides were not mortal enemies:

"I also thought that the destruction of the original royal capital of the Nine Heavens Kingdom must have something to do with your tampering with the spiritual veins to connect to the Shura Dao. Since the fall of the royal city earlier, you gods and monsters have also risen one after another. I don't think it's all spontaneous, but you think you've been talking to them for a long time, and the Asura is in charge of defeating the forces that were once kings...... It doesn't matter, though. I do care more about how you are hiding from the gods in the eye. ”

"All I have found is that the special material of the magic weapon that each supernatural hand calls a treasure echoes its orientation from afar, forming an enchantment, isolating internal and external exchanges. Now that this formation has been completed, how can you cross the formation and cast a spell on me without damaging the great array and being detected by the rest of the gods? He was speaking to the Queen, and he was muttering to himself, "The process of such a plan that does not see the light of day must not be too long, it must be fast." It is not reasonable to move the magic weapon from a distance. Could it be that you hid the demon pestle in the Shura Path? But even if it is located in the rift here, putting the treasure in it will destroy the stability and integrity of the formation, and the gods have no reason to ignore it. Admittedly, I can't figure it out......"

"That being said, you're pretty smart to think about it so much." The queen straightened her waist, and she stared at Frost Moon Jun, rubbing the handle of the pestle in her hand slightly, "Indeed, it's not a method like moving a magic weapon. ”

Suddenly, she changed her words and talked about what Frost Moon Jun talked about a while ago:

"Since you guessed that the hook knife does not belong to me, and you know very well what the relationship between Shura's weapon and its owner is, I can also clearly say that you guessed correctly. There is something else to the weapon that truly belongs to me. If you have the weapons of the asuras, you should understand that for us asuras, weapons are not just tools of battle, they are much more than that. Weapons are more like siblings than their companions, like any inseparable, blood-bound part of the body. We share spiritual power with weapons, we share induction in battle, which is an extension of our limbs and senses, one is prosperous, and the other is lost. If the weapon is damaged, the owner will also be affected. Contrarily...... The same is true. ”

"So ......"

She raised her hand.

It wasn't an offensive gesture, but everyone was creepy. As the queen moved, a slight but terrible sound of flesh tearing flesh pierced everyone's ears. She actually stuck her fingers directly into her neck.

Following the unhealed wound, the queen used her strength as if she could not feel the pain, and broke her head off. But she's still alive, or at least, she's not stopping. The shock made the brain blank, and everyone could not understand the scene in front of them, so they could only watch as she lifted her head to one hand, as easily as if she were carrying an ordinary object. It can even speak:

“…… Indeed, default is not easy. For this reason, Lone has died once. ”

Bai Ya didn't know what was going on, could Shura survive without a head? But he clearly understood what he kept chopping.

The Queen's other hand reached for the cut in her neck. There, a bloody object revealed its edges.

That's not the cervical spine.

The broken pestle she had been holding in her hand was closed upwards. She grabbed the two and pulled hard through the sticky fricative. Immediately, the queen shook off the blood stain on it, held it with her backhand, and lifted it up.

They saw the treasure of Shura.

A blood-drenched vajra.

Is that the material of purple gold? Is it the same as the broken key? It was covered with blood, and they couldn't tell.

Frost Moon Jun nodded as if he suddenly realized: "I see." ”

The queen and Vajra - who chose her weapons, have long been two in one, and they are in the same spirit. For this reason, as long as she is hurt, Vajra will be damaged, and she will also exert her power to protect her master, a part of her own alien body.

That's the price paid to cross the barrier at the time. Her head was cut off, which in a sense amounted to death. But Vajra is still there, even though it has been greatly weakened with her "death", but it still exists by her side.

It gradually repaired her body and fed her life back. The barrier was still intact, but the power that the vajra had given it at that time was very small. Only on the day the queen recovers will her weapons stop channeling power to her, and she will be rejuvenated.

Until then, the enchantment has a weak point. Through here, the Shura secretly displayed their positions.

They get it. They, all understood.