Wasn't the Demon Lord possessed by the Yin Spirit or Evil Thoughts of the Death Gate? How could he die tragically at the Life Gate?

Could it be that his own judgment was wrong, or that the yin spirit or evil thoughts of the door of death were restrained in the door of life, and he simply abandoned his body and got out?

Meng Qi's thoughts were flying, and Yaksha's face turned black, and he didn't dare to act rashly, and turned his head to look at the corpse of the Poisoned Demon Lord.

Suddenly, he sighed softly: "It's not like two pieces that have been torn in, the fracture is flat, and it seems to have been chopped with a knife." ”

Meng Qi looked at it in amazement, and saw that there were no traces of tearing on the two corpses of the Poisoner Demon Lord, like a knife splitting an axe.

"If it weren't for my own knowledge of my own affairs, I would almost think that I ......did it" For a moment, Meng Qi suspected that he had seen the wound caused by "opening the world", just like Yang Zhenchan who had destroyed the traces by himself.

As soon as the thought came to mind, Meng Qi was suddenly stunned, and he might not be able to rule out the possibility of making a move!

When the True Martial Suspicion Tomb was in the Tomb of Doubt, the evil thoughts possessed the body without warning, silently, could it be that the things on the body of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord were transferred to himself?

The more Meng Qi thought about it, the more frightened he became, if it weren't for the exhalation of vitality, his body was in a cycle of his own, and his control was extremely strong, he was afraid that he would have already had a layer of white sweat.

Meng Qi, who had a lot of experience, took a light breath, stabilized his mood, his spirit spread, and carefully examined the corpse of the Poisoner Demon Lord.

He did not decay into mud like Yang Zhenchan, but lost all water, including blood, whether it was flesh or internal organs, all shriveled and withered, and the wounds were flat and neat, and they were cut in two.

Seeing this situation, Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief, this knife has the shape of "opening the world", it must not be in fact, it seems to be deliberately imitated.

Imitating "opening up the world", did anyone see me kill Yang Zhenchan? No, I also used it when I escaped from death...... Meng Qi frowned.

Suddenly, the Yaksha stretched out his hand. Took away the rotten black pouch of the Poison Hand - the gloves had also rotted into mud, but the contents of the pouch were still better preserved due to the bag's protection from disaster.

Because of the relationship between the Yaksha and the Demon Lord himself, when he took the black pouch, no one objected, although Meng Qi was very heartbroken, but he still didn't make a move, and they still needed to explore the way and step on the trap.

And Meng Qi was also entangled in another question, would he be possessed by the Yin spirit or evil thoughts of the Death Gate?

The matter of Zhenwu's suspicious grave left a deep impression on him. I don't know when I was possessed, and it's hard to rule it out now.

He calmed his mind, the primordial spirit was high above it, looking down on the "heavens", the acupuncture points opened, and he secretly operated, looking for any trace of abnormality.

"No problem...... Meng Qifa is inwardly visible, dark and dark, and chaotic and open-up. The heavens were born, and all universes and worlds appeared, without any abnormality.

Then, he visualized the first form of the "Nyorai Divine Palm". The golden Buddha refers to the sky touching the earth, but "I" is the only one, and the finger has also referred to the person, and still has not brought out foreign objects.

None of this. Then choose to believe in yourself! Meng Qi is no longer suspicious of gods and ghosts, and under the hands of the Immortal Origin and Vision, if there are still evil thoughts or yin spirits that can be quietly possessed. Then it can be solved by non-exterior scenes, and there is no distress, and when the task is completed, find six ways to "help"!

There is only one "Dharma Body-level" item on his body, that is, the wood carving given by Mr. Lu Da, and now he is also holding it in his left hand for a moment, and the touch is normal, and it is still an ordinary wood carving.

"We continue. Yaksha said with a gloomy face.

Meng Qi and Jia Zhen, the "Heavenly Demon of the Mixed World", did not say much, and walked cautiously.

One step, two steps, three steps, there was mist steaming again, Meng Qi carefully changed direction, and did not stay in place.

After a cup of tea, the fog subsided, and Meng Qi saw that the gray square was empty, except for the Yaksha not far away.

"Jia Zhen is also dead?" Meng Qi's spirit spread out, and he found a puddle of flesh and blood, which seemed to have been crushed by a huge stone, judging from the clothes mixed in it, it was Jia Zhen, the "Heavenly Demon of the Mixed World".

Everything on him was crushed!

The middle-aged scribe, who felt familiar and unrecognizable, also died silently...... Meng Qisheng shuddered, it was worthy of burying the Sanssouci Valley of the entire Secret Country, but fortunately, he pretended to be public and private, and pulled the examiner in!

Meng Qi and Yaksha glanced at each other, and they both saw each other's intense wariness and scrutiny.

"Do you want to continue?" Meng Qi asked.

Yaksha said in a deep voice, "Of course. ”

It's only a few steps to the entrance!

The two of them walked forward at the same time, and after three steps, the fog rose as usual, isolating the senses.

According to his understanding, Meng Qi took a diagonal step, changed his position, and sensed the sea transformed by the vitality of heaven and earth around him, which was also filled with fog and obscured nature.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed like lightning, with a deep demonic aura, like a centipede, trying to entangle Meng Qi firmly.

Meng Qi, who had been on guard for a long time, changed in the wind, and strangely came out of the demonic centipede.

At this moment, one after another humanoid black shadows rushed out from the white mist, or with fists, or with claws, or with palm knives, or finger vertebrae, or into spirals, all containing the law, overwhelming, full of corrosive feelings, and the meaning of depravity was imprinted in my heart.

Meng Qi didn't want to defend, the long sword was cut out, and many tricks were empty.

The sword was like a scorching sun, cutting out thousands of rays of light, virtual and real, or folding or reverse, "engulfing" all the nearby places.

The sun shines brightly, and nothing is missing!

When Dangdang, the long sword and the opponent's fists and feet kept colliding, making the sound of gold and iron clashing, and many black shadows collapsed.

Suddenly, the black shadows converged, and it seemed that the head had two horns, and the demonic aura was pervasive.

It clasped its hands together and caught the flamed entity just right, and the daylight dissipated.

Meng Qi suddenly felt that the powerful suction came from the flowing fire, and his own flesh and bones and soul true yuan all felt loose, as if he was about to throw himself at the other party!

Pale gold emerged, and the suction power was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and it had no effect.

The other party's true qi changed accordingly, and Meng Qi felt a strong sense of danger in his heart, and directly unsealed the flowing fire, cooperating with the change of moves.

Rumble!

The streamer caught in the palms was like a great sun coming, emitting a continuous explosion sound, scorching and rolling, and radiant light.

With this thrust, the long sword passed between his palms and stabbed the opponent in the chest!

The opponent's chest seemed to be made of gold and iron, but the flowing fire of the high-grade treasure soldier only pierced in after a slight pause.

Rumble!

The scorching heat erupted, as if a round of the sun had exploded, the smell of burnt flesh and blood wafted in, and the white mist around was blown thin!

The other party took advantage of the momentum to fly upside down when the flowing fire paused slightly, so that the long sword did not penetrate too deeply, but the chest was melted out of a large hole, and the internal organs were half melted and half blackened!

And this time. Meng Qicai felt a strong tingling, which spread all the way to the ends of his hair.

"It's him!Heavenly Demon Bliss!" Meng Qi almost clicked, and through the thin white mist, he saw that the other party was none other than Jia Zhen, the "Heavenly Demon of the Mixed World" who had died before.

And Meng Qi also recognized his identity from the exercises, the old bell of the "myth", a member of the non-reincarnation!

No wonder there was no trauma after the previous stabbing, and the Heavenly Demon Golden Body was already an invulnerable defensive skill!

The old man, who had changed back to his original appearance, was a little uglier again, and there were a lot of pimples on his face, and he regressed again and again. All the way to the edge of the gray square.

Meng Qi tried to catch up, but was blocked by layers of condensed white mist.

At this point, most of the fog vanished, and Meng Qi saw the Yaksha, who was surrounded by the light of the earth, struggling to support himself under the hands of a translucent Yin Spirit.

This yin spirit has an old face, a black robe, and thick white hair, like a thin snake. Scattered behind.

As the white fog receded, he gave up his attack and melted into the mist.

"It's you!" Yaksha looked at the old man who was protected by the white mist, and the anger in his eyes was unquenchable.

But he was in no hurry. It seems that something is waiting for you.

The old bell smiled strangely, and his mental condition was obviously abnormal: "Who told you to invite this seat?"

"What the hell are you trying to do? You haven't even entered the Vital Door yet!" Yaksha yelled at him, puzzled.

The flesh and blood in the old clock's chest squirmed, evolving the internal organs, and glanced at Meng Qi. Crazy laughed: "Of course I will kill you all!"

Hearing this, Meng Qi seemed to have guessed something, and said calmly: "You are sent by the 'myth' to find clues to Sanssouci Valley?"

"Mythical ......" Yaksha only knew about the myth when he was in the mutual market before, and the Emperor of the Myth killed the emperor of the Great Jin. Now that I meet the "right master", it is like a dream.

The old bell was happy to delay the time: "Yes, I didn't expect you to get together and find out the door so quickly, so that this seat didn't have time to pass the news out, so I had to kill you first and suppress this matter." ”

The incident happened suddenly, he had no way to inform the myth, he was afraid that the things in the Valley of Sanssouci would be taken first, so he secretly assassinated the treasure hunting group, who knew that the first shot was unsuccessful, and the first person to be killed was still Meng Qi.

"Who is that Yin Spirit?" asked the Yaksha.

The old bell said with a smile: "According to the information obtained by this seat, there will be ancestral spirits to protect important places in the broadcast, as long as you sincerely bow, you can be blessed by ancestral spirits." ”

"You're not just kowtowing to open the door......" Yaksha snapped.

Normally, the ancestral spirit that has no sacrifice will dissipate after more than a hundred years, but this place is special, gloomy and damp, full of death intent, and it makes sense that the ancestral spirit has existed for more than a thousand years, but it seems that he has lost his spiritual intelligence, and he relies on instinct to act, and he has to use the mist.

Old Zhong's chest and abdomen were restored to their original state, and his breath was slightly weak, he glanced at Meng Qi and the others, and sneered: "You don't dare to move, for fear of stirring up the phantom array again and letting the ancestral spirit attack?"

"It's okay, I'm here to inspire you!"

As soon as the words fell, he heard the laughter of the Yaksha: "Jia Zhen, why do you think the old man wants to invite you to this general friend?"

"You ......," the old man was stunned.

Yaksha's face turned cold: "It's easy to kill, you don't need to share the treasure!"

At this time, a figure stood out of thin air, grabbed it with both hands, and the blood brown water surged, forcibly grabbing the ancestral spirit out of the formation!

The visitor was wearing a black imperial robe, his white hair was tied into a high bun, a snake-shaped wooden hairpin was inserted, and his face was full of wrinkles, which was somewhat similar to the ancestral spirit!

"Hades Emperor!" Old Zhongtou's face changed drastically, he took out an object, turned his head and flew towards the exit.

The old god of the Yaksha was there, confident that he didn't chase after him, but looked at Meng Qi with a smile:

"You're calm, aren't you afraid?"

Meng Qi also has a bright smile, and his teeth are white and straight:

"Why should I be afraid?" (to be continued......)