The aura of death instantly broke through Qin Xianglin's body protection yellow talisman, and the yellow talisman that had not yet formed an independent five element aura was shattered in an instant.

This was Qin Xianglin's last chance, and if he missed this opportunity, the god of death was already standing in front of him.

The breath of death came to his face, directly wrapping around Qin Xianglin's body, rising rapidly, and had already broken through the Adam's apple to the chin area.

It came like a whirlwind. Rat Fuji and Little Lizard Chenlong were shocked and flew out and landed five meters away from Qin Linxiang.

There are no miracles left.

After all, man cannot change the order of heaven and earth.

Qin Xianglin's heart was like ashes, and he looked up at the sky above the dry well with his eyes still open.

It was already dusk in the outside world, the light was dim, and there was no sound.

"I'm going to die here so quietly!" Qin Xianglin spoke with difficulty, unwilling in his heart, but helpless.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs.

Qin Xianglin closed his eyes, and a crystal teardrop crossed his face.

"Master, Da Shu, Hu Bing, Aya, Ah Fang, Qingqing, Ling'er...... Farewell! Qin Xianglin almost used all his strength to say this, and after speaking, he felt that he should say "thank you" to the little monk Daming, although Daming could not hear it, but Daming did his best to help Qin Xianglin.

"Da Ming, thank you!" Qin Xianglin twitched his lips, and tears couldn't stop sliding down to the sides.

Suddenly, Qin Xianglin opened a pair of hazy teary eyes. In despair, Qin Xianglin realized the scene where Da Ming and others chanted the Dharma Transmission Heart Sutra and the breath of death to compete with yin and yang.

One yin and one yang, one black and one white, fighting back and forth, turning in a circle. This is the principle of yin and yang gossip, but Qin Xianglin realized that it was not yin and yang gossip, but a puppet grinding that he had just learned in Zhang Chaoyang's tomb.

"Turning yin and yang, reversing the world" is the highest essence of Zhang Chaoyang's puppet grinding.

Suddenly, Qin Xianglin came to his senses, maybe in this despair, the puppet grinding can be useful.

So, Qin Linxiang quickly urged the spell, which was engraved on the wall of the dark room of Zhang Chaoyang's tomb.

Qin Xianglin's only ability to be proud of is his knowledge of metaphysical cultivation, which can be unforgettable.

Qin Xianglin quickly chanted a mantra in his mouth, concentrating his powerful true power in his eyes, and then turned his head to look at the middle of the dry well.

In an instant, a stone mill came out. Qin Xianglin condensed his consciousness on the stone mill and recited the incantation that urged the stone mill again.

The stone mill that came out of it rattled and began to spin as if it was being pushed by some force.

The puppet grinding rotation is from west to east, and it does not want to communicate with the five elements of yin and yang.

Qin Xianglin stared intently at the rotating puppet grinding machine, and suddenly felt that his eyes flickered, and the whole person was immediately as light as a swallow, and he suddenly stood in front of the stone mill.

The strange thing is that the stone mill does not seem to be conjured up, there are simple and textured sand and stone lines on it, and there is even a sense of vicissitudes left on it over the years.

Qin Xianglin felt strange, and reached out to touch the stone mill, and the moment his palm touched the stone mill, he immediately took it back like lightning.

The stone grind was like a fiery iron plate, and when the palm of the hand approached, there was a burning sensation.

Qin Xianglin was shocked, this is obviously a stone grinding, why is it hot? But then, I was overjoyed, "Can I move?" Qin Xianglin couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately moved his hands and feet.

Before, Qin Xianglin was entangled by the breath of death, and his body was already like a corpse, unable to move, but at this moment, with the appearance of this puppet grinding force, Qin Xianglin could actually move, could it be that the breath of death had dissipated? Could it be that this ghost is so powerful?

Qin Xianglin was overjoyed, only to feel a sense of relief all over his body, and the sadness in his heart before was swept away. Qin Xianglin raised his eyes and looked around, only feeling that the scenery at the bottom of the well was also very good.

When he looked at it, he saw a person lying not far from him, and that person was lying there with his eyes open, with a strange expression.

"Who is this?" Qin Xianglin was stunned for a while, and then he was instantly petrified as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Could that be me?" Qin Xianglin lowered his head and asked himself, suddenly raised his head to look, and looked at it carefully.

The man still had a green dragon wooden ring on his finger, and there was a wound on the back of his hand, the blood had stopped, who was this Qin Xianglin himself?

"What if that's me? How can there be two of me now? Qin Xianglin's head was confused for a while.

At this moment, there was a sudden strong wind, and the sky was spinning, and then the stone mill began to turn.

In an instant, it was as if an irresistible force sucked Qin Xianglin to the stone mill, and then asked Qin Xianglin to push forward with all his might.

After taking a step, Qin Xianglin felt that there was a mountain pressing on his body.

Every step is like a mountain that weighs a little heavier.

Stress, pain...... It was all pressed on Qin Xianglin's body.

"What's going on? Why is this happening? Qin Xianglin was shocked, his eyes looked at the stone mill, which was originally a conjured stone mill was spinning little by little, and every time it rotated, Qin Xianglin felt that his back was as heavy as a thousand pounds. Then, the mountain on his back seemed to have become a volcano, and Qin Xianglin's back, and even the whole person, were slowly roasted into coals, and the ground under his feet seemed to be full of nails, and every step he took was a blur of flesh and blood......

Great pain, boundless torment......

In an instant, Qin Linxiang understood what was going on:

This is the ghost pushing and grinding, Qin Xianglin is in the puppet pushing and grinding!

Puppet grinding is a place to refine and transform souls, and ordinary souls will be refined within three circles, and melt into the endless purgatory of puppet grinding, and they will never be reborn.

The breath of death would only force Qin Xianglin's three souls and seven spirits out of his body, and the yin that appeared after night would escort Qin Xianglin onto Huangquan Road and enter the city of vain death. However, if Qin Xianglin was refined into the Endless Purgatory in this puppet grinding, then Qin Xianglin would be wiped out.

And the most ironic thing is that the puppet grinding that refined Qin Xianglin was summoned by Qin Xianglin himself.

It's like a suicide, and it's the cleanest, most complete suicide.

Under the great pain and torture, Qin Xianglin couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Anyway, I can't help this heaven and earth, I, Qin, will die in my own hands in the end!" ”

After laughing, Qin Xianglin gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Heaven and earth can't help me, even if I die, it's me Qin who does it myself, haha...... Happy! ”

When he spoke, Qin Xianglin still seemed to be carrying a volcano on his back, and his feet were still like stepping on nails, all kinds of severe pain could not be expressed, but his mood was no longer heavy.

Life in the world, free and easy.

The puppet grinding had already rotated twice, and it only took three turns for Qin Xianglin to be refined in the Infernal Purgatory.

But at this time, Qin Xianglin suddenly remembered the last line on the stone wall that recorded the puppet grinding spell:

"Puppet grinding, death in the prograde direction, life in the retrograde!"

"Death in the prograde, life in the retrograde? What does that mean? What is Reverse Shun? ”

Qin Xianglin was stunned for a while, not knowing the reason.

When Qin Xianglin was puzzled, the puppet pushed the mill and did not slow down, and the last circle of rotation had already gone a third of the way.

"If you go on like this, you must die, and the direction of rotation now is the prograde in the puppet grinding!" Qin Xianglin's mind was like electricity, "Then, changing directions is also a retrograde in the puppet grinding!" ”

At this point, the last lap of the golem grinding is halfway complete. Qin Xianglin tried his best to reverse the direction.

Reverse yin and yang, turn things around.

However, the force that Qin Xianglin endured in the puppet grinding was irreversible.

According to the record on the stone wall, the puppet is the highest control puppet technique, and there must be countless great demon and evil puppets that have been refined in it, if it can be reversed, then how can it be called the highest control puppet technique?

There must be a mystery in the method of reversal, and it is by no means simply relying on brute force!

Qin Xianglin's mind was as fast as lightning, but he couldn't see through the mystery after all.

At this time, the third circle of the puppet pushing and grinding, the circle of refining, had already turned to two-thirds of the circle, heading towards three-quarters......

The end of the third lap is still getting closer and closer, and Qin Xianglin is still clueless.