Fa Ming immediately took Wang Wang to use twelve tantric spells, and rushed back to the tantric sect non-stop, and when they arrived, it was almost early in the morning.

At this time, Huizhi had already learned from some channel that Wang Wang had been brought back, and at this time he was meditating and participating in meditation in the underground secret room, waiting for the arrival of Fa Ming and Wang Wang.

Suddenly, Huizhi only heard the rattling of the mechanism on the base of the Buddha statue above his head, and then there was the footsteps of a person in the secret passage, presumably that person was Fa Ming. As for Wang Wang, he has no footsteps now!

Then two figures appeared at the door, and sure enough, it was really Wang Wang and Faming.

In the darkness, Hui Zhi's eyes were like torches, and he saw that Fa Ming's monk's robe was spotless, and the big fat man Wang Wang Wang he was holding in his hand was faintly bright, as if his soul fire had been extinguished because of the wind and dust on the road.

Huizhi looked Wang Wang up and down, and judged that this demon should have nothing important, so he waved his hand to signal Fa Ming to go out.

"I've finally met you, Wang Wang!" Hui Zhi's face showed the confidence and demeanor of everything under control, gently brushing his long beard and straightening his waist.

Wang Wang calmed down, looked at the bald man in front of him carefully, and was not in a hurry to reply, but looked up and down the secret room: "I didn't expect you to have such a place under here, I knew that I came to visit last time, and it didn't work hard for you to 'invite' me over again!" Wang Wang made a special accentuation of the word invitation.

"Hahaha," Huizhi looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he was proud of his work being recognized: "Wang Wang, Wang Wang, I don't know if you stand up straight and talk to me like this, who you learned from so frankly, but you are a little bold, I appreciate you!" After speaking, he stood up from the ground, walked up to Wang Wang, and said: "But I don't allow anyone to damage the foundation of my Tantra, especially those who kill people, wipe their faces, and want to get away with it!"

Wang Wang snorted with his nose: "Are you trying to kill me?"

Huizhi didn't admit it, nor did he deny it, he was giving Wang Wang psychological oppression, making him think that he was going to kill him by default.

Who knew that Wang Wangli ignored him, walked around, looked around, and didn't take Huizhi in his eyes at all.

"Ah, I can't see that you still have so many gadgets, what is in here?" Wang Wang pointed to the one-person-high container next to the table and asked Huizhi, seeing that Huizhi didn't speak, he put his hand in the container and touched it, put it on the ground of his nose and sniffed it and said: "Soul water, it's still such a thick soul water!

Huizhi's mind has really been practiced at home, and he is not angry when he is ignored by Wang Wang, he just looks at him with the eyes of a dead man, and when he sees him asking, he replied: "That's high soul soup!"

"Tut-tut, Gao Soul Soup, Gao Soup, this name is obtained!" Then Wang Wang saw the contents of the container, which Pixiu had not taken away.

"What's in here?" Wang Wang curiously lifted out the contents with his hand, it turned out to be a human hand, and then he brought up a whole dead person to look at it and said, "Isn't this the mousse from Qingzhen Temple!"

"Not bad!" said Hui Zhi with a smile.

"Oh, I understand, you're so scheming!" Wang Wang pouted his teeth again and said, "It turned out to be you, it turned out that it was not the god of death who wanted the Qingzhen Temple to kill the god the most, but you!"

"Yes, it's me!" Huizhi didn't show shame on his face.

"You are the leader of the Divine Sect, the most powerful master of the three sects, don't you even want to save face?" Wang Wang said as he looked at Huizhi with a slight provocation.

"Face," Hui Zhi smiled softly, "It is their glory to die in order to kill the Grim Reaper, what does it have to do with my face!"

Hearing this, Wang Wang suddenly felt a coldness, and the Buddha light in his body trembled twice, and then exclaimed: "It turns out that you are the biggest demon!"

"Oh, how do you say it?" asked Huizhi looking at Wang Wang with interest.

"I don't hear it, I don't have a name, I have a vicious heart, and my thoughts are thick. Demons are but outward darkness and darkness in deeds, and you, the light in disguise, are but a tempting trap to die for you!"

"Hahaha," Huizhi laughed very happily, he didn't comment on what Wang Wang said was good or not, nor did he say whether what Wang Wang said was right or not, he just laughed, laughed very happily, as if Wang Wang said it was in his heart.

"I have a few questions for you!" Wang said.

"You ask!" replied Monk Huizhi happily.

"How are you going to kill the gods?"

Huizhi felt surprised, he thought that Wang Wang was asking a question about when he would die, but he immediately understood why Wang Wang asked like this.

"You're a smart demon, very smart!" Wisdom shook his head repeatedly, as if he didn't think it was a good thing for a demon to be so smart.

"So what?" Wang Wang actually stood straight in front of Monk Huizhi, no more than an arm's length away from him.

Wang Wang is 1.9 meters, Huizhi is 1.6 meters, the two of them don't want to be big, if it is an ordinary person who looks at Wang Wang like this, they all look up at him, but Huizhi can't, so he kicked Wang Wang to the ground and knelt in front of him and said: "So, it has nothing to do with you!" Wang Wang, who was kneeling, was at the same height as Huizhi.

Wang Wang's heart jumped, could he have guessed wrong?

"Did you receive what I asked Faming to bring you?"

Wang Wang, who was kneeling, didn't speak, just nodded.

"Take it out!" Hui Zhi ordered, Wang Wang didn't want to do what he said, but his hands still involuntarily broke off a piece of soul qi from his soul and condensed it into a palm-sized red round skull.

"Do you know what this is?" asked Huizhi.

"Skull!"

"Do you know whose skull this is?"

"I don't know!" Wang Wang looked at Huizhi and replied honestly.

"This is your mother's skull!" A shocking news popped out of Huizhi's mouth, Wang Wang's face began to turn pale, and his hands holding the skull began to tremble slightly.

"This is the skull that your mother personally ordered to be sent to the Tantra and handed over to Yuantong!" Hui Zhi emphasized.

Wang Wang couldn't help but think of what Pixiu said, so he nervously asked Huizhi: "Why did my mother give him this skull?"

"Because your mother was possessed by the Demon of Joy and haunted by evil spirits, and she was unwilling to use her complete body to become a demon, she sent her skull and asked the Honzong to keep it for her!"

What Pixiu said was true! Wang Wang's heart turned upside down, and in an instant, all the words Pixiu said echoed in his ears.

With the last trace of longing, Wang Wang asked Huizhi and said, "Is the Grim Reaper the soul fusion of my parents?"

"Yes," Fa Ming broke Wang Wang's last illusion: "It's not!" and let Wang Wang survive again.

Wang Wang, who was tormented by these two kinds of despair and life-threatening emotions, almost went crazy: "Old monk, what do you mean!"

"The Grim Reaper's growth was born because of your parents, and because your parents fell into the boundless hell, but she was originally called the Happy Demon, and later gave herself a name, Jin Da Fat!"