Death in the course of the cause, life in the course of the course of the year. The key to how to break the game against the grain.

The circle of death is about to reach its end, and at that time, even if Qin Xianglin can think of it, it is inevitable that he will fall into purgatory forever and not be able to be reborn.

"There must be a knack for retrograde, it's not brute force!" Qin Xianglin kept one point in mind at this moment.

At the last moment, Qin Xianglin seemed to give an initiation, and instantly thought of a possible way - to recite the spell that urged the puppet to push and grind upside down.

In the Heart Sutra of "The Transmission of the Law", it is recited to pray for the elimination of disasters, and the reverse recitation is to plant the root of the curse, which can summon evil.

Thinking of this, Qin Xianglin immediately sorted out the mantra of the puppet in his mind, although Qin Xianglin was a genius and could never forget it, it was not easy to recite a mantra upside down.

By this time, the puppet mill had been turned to the nine-tenths position.

Time is running out for Qin Xianglin.

Qin Linxiang calmed down and recited the last mantra upside down.

"Click......"

The rotation of the golem mill immediately slowed down.

"It's right to read it backwards!" Qin Xianglin was ecstatic in his heart.

Then translate the penultimate mantra and pronounce it upside down.

The golem grinder continued to slow down.

This is followed by the third sentence.

When Qin Xianglin translated the third sentence, he mispronounced two words backwards.

The puppet grinding immediately accelerated again, but Qin Xianglin reacted quickly and immediately made modifications.

In the third circle of the puppet grinding and the circle of death was about to reach the end, Qin Xianglin read the third sentence correctly.

The golem grinder stopped spinning and came to a complete halt.

It was like giving Qin Xianglin time and opportunity, but Qin Xianglin couldn't be wrong anymore.

Because, the position of the puppet grinding rotation is only one meter away from the key point.

Since the puppet grinding stopped rotating, Qin Linxiang began to slow down a little, accurately translate, and read backwards.

It took about five minutes for Qin Xianglin to finally translate a spell. But the puppet mill did not continue to rotate, that is, it did not go forward or retrograde, but stopped moving.

"Isn't that right?" Qin Xianglin guessed.

However, if the spell was wrong, Qin Xianglin's soul had already been refined at this moment.

However, if the spell is right, the rotation of the golem has changed direction at this point!

"Is it because the spell isn't coherent enough?" Qin Linxiang guessed, so he began to try to make the puppet push and grind the spell of retrograde.

When Qin Xianglin recited the incantation, there was a clicking sound from the stone mill.

The puppet pushes and grinds is retrograde.

This time, it was not Qin Xianglin who pushed the stone mill away, but the stone mill who pushed Qin Xianglin away.

Death in the course of the cause, life in the course of the course of the year.

The puppet grinder began to exert force.

With the retrograde movement of the puppet pushing and grinding, with every punch, Qin Xianglin felt that the volcano behind him was a little lighter, and there was one less nail under his feet.

When he turned around, Qin Xianglin was already relaxed.

After two turns, Qin Xianglin felt that he was full of strength.

Going forward, Qin Xianglin just pushed the stone mill and walked around twice. But when he was going backwards, the stone mill pushed Qin Xianglin and walked three laps.

In the third circle, there seemed to be some power integrated into Qin Xianglin's soul.

At the end of the three circles, Qin Xianglin suddenly opened his eyes, but his body couldn't move, and he slowly turned his eyes to look.

The illusioned puppet grinding was disappearing little by little, and there was no Qin Xianglin's soul inside, and it continued to rotate inside.

Death in the right direction, life in the wrong direction, Qin Xianglin came out alive from the puppet grinding!

However, Qin Xianglin still couldn't move, but the breath of death was still there!

Qin Xianglin just walked out to push the grind, but he didn't avoid the aura of death.

Could it be that you still have to die in this dry well after all? If so, then all the effort is pointless. And escaping from the puppet is only to avoid being refined in the infernal purgatory, but to face the coming of death.

It feels like going from one hell to another, and that's it.

Qin Xianglin was still unable to move, and at this moment, the aura of death had already wandered around Qin Xianglin's body.

The strange thing is that the breath of death did not force Qin Xianglin's soul out of his body, and besides, under the entanglement of the breath of death, Qin Xianglin did not feel so painful and uncomfortable.

It seems that Qin Linxiang's body is accepting this breath of death little by little, and gradually begins to merge with the breath of death......

"This must be because of an extra retrograde lap in the puppet grinding!" Qin Xianglin guessed in his heart.

The aura of death was entangled around Qin Xianglin, and at this moment it was still arrogant and ferocious, as if it was about to devour everything.

However, the yang energy in Qin Xianglin's body no longer resisted and repelled the breath of death, but seemed to transform himself into one of the breaths of death, and from then on coexisted peacefully.

It is like an arrogant flood that rushes into a river, and all it can destroy is the embankment, trees, and other obstacles, but it cannot destroy the water in the river.

Because, in essence, they are one.

Water can only overcome fire, not water.

Gradually, Qin Xianglin stiffened, and his cold limbs began to warm up. Like a corpse, Qin Xianglin felt the existence of his body again.

The aura of death was wrapped around his body, not subsiding, nor decreasing, but increasing, but the increase did not affect Qin Linxiang to start retrieving his body.

Qin Xianglin had already begun to move, and his fingers could beat. But Qin Xianglin didn't move.

It's too early to rejoice.

It was already pitch black at the mouth of the well, and night had fallen.

This is the time for Yin to appear and take away Qin Xianglin's soul.

Even if he persists until now, even if he fuses the aura of death, Qin Xianglin cannot be regarded as a successful tribulation.

The catastrophe of life and death is still ahead, and the last step is also the most critical step.

It is impossible for mortals to fight against Yincha, and the soul hooking chain in Yincha's hand can capture the living soul.

They represent the order of heaven and earth, and have the supreme authority of the earth in the world.

It is not the gods who control the lifeblood of the human world, but the underworld.

I don't know what time it is, Qin Xianglin didn't look at it, he knew the time, but it was just one more torment.

If Qin Xianglin can see the sunrise again, then this catastrophe of life and death can be regarded as over.

Qin Xianglin lay calmly under the dry well, looking up at the top.

The outside world is rich and colorful, but in the mountains and forests, it is as calm as water.

On such a summer night, in such a mountain wilderness, there will always be the sound of insects chirping, and small insects such as crickets will always make sounds.

But, there is no place to go, not at all, it is very quiet.

Above the mouth of the dry well was pitch black and very quiet, as if the Yin soldiers of the underworld had not yet appeared.

It was still very early, and Qin Xianglin began to practice the Turtle Breath Dafa, which slowed down his breathing and made his whole person very light.

It's like a piece of paper drifting in the wind, or like a stone sinking to the bottom of the sea......

Everything was so quiet.

On the horizon, a round of Taiyin rose, and dark clouds surrounded it, instantly blocking the moonlight.

Taiyin continued to walk, bypassing the thick dark clouds and entering a cloud of clouds.

The moonlight was sprinkled on the earth like a light veil, and it was as if the earth was covered with a thin coat of silver sand.

Not far from the dry well, a gray-white mist appeared out of thin air.

The fog spread all around, and gradually the whole mountain field was gray, like an early morning after rain, but it was not as peaceful and quiet as the early morning.

In the place where the fog first appeared, one strange sound after another began to be heard.

"Click......

It was like a hammer beating against a stone slab.

"Uhh......h Dingding ......"

It was the sound of chains rubbing against the ground.

There were two figures faintly in the white mist.

These two men were as tall as mountains, and when they walked, they were like lightning that moved slowly, and ordinary people could not see directly with their eyes.

One of the figures, black smoke burning above their heads, and something that looked like a pair of horns.

Another figure, with black smoke spewing from his chest, and a face that seemed to be a meter long.

Where they walked past, there were ox hoof prints and horse hoof prints. But the mark only lasted three seconds before disappearing.

"Qin Xianglin, the limit of your Yang World has arrived, let's go on the road with our brothers!"

There was a sharp hissing sound like a kitchen knife slashing at steel bar.

In an instant, the earth trembled for a mile......