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Chapter 272: Success

(It's been a long time since I've had two shifts, cheer for myself!)

Hou Qing's cultivation of magic skills is fickle, very weird, unguardable, this moment turned into a wisp of black qi, drilled into Chen Jianchen's ears, and quickly invaded his soul world-

"There is no self and no appearance, there is a heart and a demon, a stinky scholar, this seat depends on how you die!"

Everyone has demons in their hearts, and it can be said that the deeper the cultivation, the heavier the demons in the heart, and we must pay more attention to them in order to suppress them. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info (Church)

In Huzhuang, Suzhou, when helping the fox spirit Jiao Na to cross the catastrophe, Chen Jianchen had a fight with the demons: at that time, Jiao Na's heart demons were pulled into Chen Jianchen's body by the demon attraction sword, and he also stirred his own demons, two by two, forming a terrifying ghost thing, and a scene full of skeletons.

But that time, there was no danger, and it didn't cause much trouble.

Right now, this time, it's completely different, the intruder is the old demon of Montenegro who is the best at demons-

Laugh at!

The black qi broke into the world of the soul god and took shape in a blink of an eye, first in the shape of a black sedan chair, and then on the ground, it changed into a huge and incomparable ghost object.

It is dozens of feet tall, with two horns on its head, a black face like charcoal, a huge nose with a copper ring, deep pupils, and occasional red rays bursting, domineering and revealed, as if a raise of a hand and a foot can break Chen Jianchen's soul.

"Roar!"

The ghost creature hammered his hands to his chest, and let out a deafening roar from the sky, and then the two big hands of the pu fan were raised, and a pair of octagonal gourd hammers changed in their hands.

This pair of hammers, as big as a small mountain, is held in the hand and has the power to open up the world.

Such a ghostly thing, it can be called a demon god!

Hou Qing did not hesitate to attack with his own soul and attack with all his strength. All of a sudden, he provoked the demon in Chen Jianchen's heart, and only then did the image of this powerful demon god appear, the power was huge and incomparable, completely different from the demon, only ethereal temptation, more of a subconscious effect, but a direct outbreak, to use violent force to rudely ravage and tear apart Chen Jianchen's soul god world.

The world is destroyed, the human heart is dead, and the body is left as a walking corpse, and there is no longer independent ideology. The latest chapter of the Templar

Roar!

With another roar, the red eyes of the demon god flowed, faintly carrying a layer of turquoise, even seeping, wielding the twin hammers, and the body was still growing, occupying almost half of the space of Chen Jianchen's soul god world.

"Stinky scholar, die for this seat!"

Call!

A hammer blasted out, sweeping up a violent wind, shaking the entire Soul God World to the core, it was almost crumbling, I was afraid that it would be shattered in the next moment.

Airplanes!

In the flashing place of brilliance, a scroll suddenly flashed, fixed in the center, like a sea god needle, and the originally shaking soul god world suddenly settled down.

"It's messing up"!

The scroll hangs vertically, hanging out of thin air, the words on the paper flicker, and there is a voice coming out of it, the sound of reading aloud: at first the voice is thin, slowly the tone is raised, and finally it is like Huang Zhong Da Lu, and it is out of the mouth with a bang. Word by word, like hammering in the ear, heart-rending sound:

"When the country is about to die, there will be demons; poison the world, chase only the fierce; but what can I do, I will be destroyed; what is the matter of reading the books of the sages? Righteousness is unyielding, and the evil is punished; auspicious and royal, and the town is in the wilderness!"

......

In the sound of reading, the image of the Confucian scholar in the green shirt appeared from the void, just guarding the position of the heart, and the situation changed in vain.

The demon god that Hou Qing had transformed, his pitch-black face seemed to change color: "What?" It faintly felt that something was wrong, but it couldn't grasp the truth, and between looking forward to it, the movements at hand involuntarily slowed down.

After reading the forty-eight characters of "Zheng Chao Pae", the scroll whistled, and one after another light was stimulated, and each light contained a word. The handwriting is lingering, and it looks like a word ** is formed, like a Taoist talisman, dragging a long tail light.

The talisman flew, one by one, and the target was all towards the demon god.

"It's ......"

The demon god suddenly had a bad idea, and at this time, it finally realized that it seemed to have fallen into a trap and was caught in an urn......

This thought for a lifetime, Hou Qing's heart was shocked, and he dared to use the black qi to enter the body, and it was smooth sailing, not because Chen Jianchen lacked defense, but deliberately exposed the empty door, so that he could throw himself into the net. The church, especially the scholar in the green shirt, knew at a glance that it was extraordinary, and it actually carried the aura of a saint.

Chen Jianchen's soul and god world was guarded by an image of a saint Confucian, which was beyond Hou Qing's expectations: how could it be? Even if the other party was upright, he could not condense the saint Confucianism. This kind of realm will not appear until at least Dacheng. Just as Taoism achieves immortals, it will evolve into the Three Qings, and the Buddha has its own Buddha body with nine golden bodies......

Fantasy, must be fantasy!

In a hurry, Hou Qing didn't have much room to think at all, only self-comfort. And the forty-eight characters of "Zheng Chao Pae", each word is transformed into the form of a talisman and put on the body, which is really not good.

"Break it for me!"

With a swipe of its right hand, the huge gourd hammer swings to block the character's attack.

Phew!

The voice was light and weird, a character hit the gourd hammer, Hou Qing only felt his heart tremble, as if he was nailed by a nail, painful and crispy, numb and itchy, he couldn't help screaming, the whole body was visibly shrunk with the naked eye, and it seemed to be squeezed alive.

What's going on?

Hou Qing was shocked, the power of the characters was extremely strange, beyond the scope of understanding. However, it was not allowed to have a chance to breathe, and the second and third characters fluttered in, without any chance to dodge at all, and landed firmly on the body.

Every time a character enters the body, its huge body shrinks by a circle, which is very mysterious and a little funny.

Hou Qing was furious, the indispensable life just now had already been thrown away, knowing that the situation was critical, he had to break his body and leave immediately, rush out of Chen Jianchen's soul god world, and hide as far away as possible.

"Roar!"

It roared, fangs and claws, held a pair of gourd hammers, didn't care about anything, and rushed straight to the door of the heart, where there was only a way out.

"Get out of here!"

The gourd hammer slammed down, trying to smash the image of the green-shirted saint and make a way.

Disheveled!

The hammer actually fell into the air and hit nothing.

The void is dark, and it can be seen that the image of the saint in the green shirt is directly in front of him, and the posture of standing with his hands behind his back has not changed.

Hou Qing's heart was stunned, and he immediately understood that he was in the opponent's home field, Chen Jianchen had the image of a saint and a Confucian to guard the heart gate, and he also had the attack of "Zheng Chao Pae", and his congenital nature had an absolute advantage, and he could give birth to many transformational changes, similar to the formation layout in the Taoism.

The general trend has been achieved, close the door and beat the dog.

Phew!

The twentieth character hit, and the demon god who had stood up to the sky and the earth had been cut to a few feet tall, and at the same time, the strength of his body was also greatly reduced.

Hou Qing finally showed a frightened look, in the long run, the consequences are unimaginable, it is likely to be beaten to pieces, and there is no scum left. At this time, he realized that he had made a big mistake, and it was not a good idea to venture deeper, especially since the other party had already taken precautions and waited for himself to send it to the door......

The battle between the soul and the gods, although there are no swords and guns, is far more dangerous than swords and swords. Unless there is an absolute overwhelming advantage, the aggressor is always on the disadvantageous side. This is the same as taking away, it is not so easy to succeed.

What especially made Hou Qing feel powerless was that because of the image of a saint Confucian, Chen Jianchen's own inner demons had been suppressed so much that he couldn't raise his head, and he couldn't make waves at all. The lack of internal support is equivalent to Hou Qing's demon phase breaking an arm, the effect is greatly reduced, and the resistance is very fragile.

"Such a cunning stinky scholar, reading the books of sages in vain, is not done by a gentleman, and he dares to play conspiracy and tricks......"

Hou Qing gritted his teeth and changed his thoughts thoroughly, but he didn't dare to slow down, he raised all his strength, flew with double hammers, and chased after the image of the saint who guarded the heart gate.

It's a pity that this is Chen Jianchen's soul world, which has a great home advantage, and his heart is changing, only between thoughts, and it is elusive.

Ahhh

Hou Qing's howl turned into a miserable shout, and at this time, the image of the demon god he transformed into was only a little taller, and he was panicked. There are more than a dozen characters around, floating, not in a hurry to attack, but patiently waiting for opportunities.

"Stinky scholar, you want to kill me, it's not that easy!"

The demon god rolled on the spot, the black gas exploded, turning back into the body of the sedan chair, the flight speed suddenly accelerated, accurately captured the direction of the heart gate, a teleportation arrived, the curtain opened, and a big black hand poked out from it.

The big hand is like a fan, the scales are dense on it, the five fingers are forested, the black and shiny nails are half a foot long, and the five fingers are like claws, and they are straight to the top of the head of the image of the saint.

This grasp is incomparable, extremely fast, and there is no way to dodge.

Burst!

The claws landed on the Confucian statue, and the image shook for a while, as if it had been greatly traumatized, and it was blurred for a while, as if it would completely collapse and shatter if it was touched again.

Here's your chance!

Hou Qing was overjoyed, whined, and the devil's claws gathered momentum a little, and he grabbed it extravagantly again.

"Break it for me!"

Suddenly, a sigh came out, vaguely from the mouth of the Confucian statue, and its voice was low and intimate.

Inexplicably, Hou Qing's heart was a little drumming. It's just that at the last moment, I don't have time to think about it at all, so I can only use my claws to grab it: No matter what you are, smash it all for me!

With a flash of blue light, the evil pen, which appeared out of thin air in the right hand of the Confucian statue, gestured backwards, and the sharp pen was pointed at the palm of the devil's claw.

"Ahh

Hou Qing let out a terrible scream, the sedan chair quickly retreated, and the devil's claws had already turned into powder.

Snort!

At this time, the last dozen or so characters pounced on the sedan chair like the appendage, all falling on the sedan chair, the handrails, the canopy, the front and back of the sedan body, the left and right, the brilliance flowed, and the black sedan chair was suppressed at all.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Hou Qing shouted, the black sedan chair contained by his yin soul was originally a mysterious magic weapon, but he was restrained by the Taoist characters and couldn't afford to struggle.

Another sigh rang out in the void, lingering. The Confucian statue, which had turned its back to the gate of the town and guarded the heart, and its posture seemed to never change, slowly turned around.

The Confucian statue turned around, and the meritorious service was accomplished!

"You ......"

Hou Qing faced the statue of Ru and let out a frightened scream in disbelief.

Bang!

The black sedan exploded out of thin air and turned into a thick black gas......