The majestic armor covered it, and the straw arm spread, clinging to the idol's arm and preventing it from moving.

If people who don't know the inside story see this scene in front of them, they will only think that it is two sophists arguing.

The person who came was naturally Ling Qiong, after he walked out of the paper painting, he gained unprecedented strength, and also completely solved the problem of bad omen recovery.

It wasn't until he came back to life that he understood why Li He was able to use such a terrifying Dao method. It's just that this mysterious mansion master only controls the bad omen at all, and there is no auspiciousness in his body.

Although this does not mean that Li He can use the power of the bad omen without any scruples, it is more able to exert the bad omen to the extreme than the balanced cultivation method, which is no different from the source of death.

He naturally had a glimpse of the mystery in the catalogue, but unlike Liu Ruhua, Ling Qiong could not understand the cause and effect. can only roughly perceive that the human face tea and the hundred hands of gold creation are the key things.

But he doesn't care much about this, and since he survives, he has to fulfill his promise. No matter who his opponent is, he will not be afraid.

The idol was controlled by the straw hand, the tiles began to tremble, and a layer of smooth oil paint appeared blurry, sprinkled on Ling Qiong's body, and his figure suddenly became stiff.

Even the ferocious and terrifying straw loses its flexibility, and each grass is like a wilted branch and leaf, inactive.

At this time, Ling Qiong couldn't determine what the idol was.

It stands to reason that if you can restrain the straw arm, the Dao power is already very strong, not weaker than the Nine Rank Omen. But he still felt a little strange, as if the statue in front of him had a hint of incense, not as dead and silent as a bad omen.

In the face of the erosion of oil paint, he was indifferent and allowed it to be smeared on his armor, which looked like terracotta figurines had come out of history and reappeared in the world, but what greeted him was the corruption of time.

Dull spots appear on the armor, and the corrosive force spreads.

Even the confined body of the idol moved.

The broken limbs fell apart, but they were pressed on the straw limbs, which meant that the dove occupied the magpie's nest. Ling Qiong's body began to tremble slightly, but it was not controlled by himself, but instead he was going crazy, writhing and twitching.

If it were an ordinary person, such a large twist, the bones would have broken and the flesh and blood would have collapsed. But Ling Qiong was no longer ordinary after all, no matter what angle his straw arm twisted into, he would not be injured, and he would not even feel the slightest pain.

But the arms bent and gradually reached towards the skull, trying to stab into the face that was not protected by armor.

At this moment, a distorted face slowly emerged.

His nose, eyes, and mouth were connected by a pinch of straw and poked out, each revealing an ominous air of madness.

Exhale through the nose, and whoever hears it is delirious and unable to help himself; The reflection in the eyes, like the art of immobilization, cannot move; The mouth chattered, urging the things around him to do things according to his rules.

Enslavement is a bad omen, driving the Tao.

As if under control, the idol involuntarily let go of its hand and slowly dug into its stomach.

And his facial organs are also in separate formations and do not listen to the call. The mouth eats the eyeballs, the nose swallows the residual ears, and the blood is incomparable.

In particular, the filled organs in his abdomen were dug out by himself again.

Ling Qiong stretched out his hand to touch it, and the moment it was touched, it all turned into incense ash and sprinkled on his hand.

He frowned, and was about to make a move, but the idol seemed to end with his upper body, and all of them fell, and they became broken tiles again.

On the altar, only Ling Qiong wearing armor remained, and the broken tiles under his feet, how could there be any luster, they were just ordinary ceramic tiles.

The surroundings were quiet, only the lights were getting dimmer.

If you don't look at the pus and blood in the corner, why hasn't it happened?

Ling Qiong bent down and carefully examined the remnants of the idol, but he couldn't detect a trace of weirdness at all, no matter how ordinary.

Looking around the small temple, there is no abnormality at all.

But after looking at it for a while, he always felt that something was missing.

"Away from the melon!"

The baggage is gone!

The cow shopkeeper was devoured by the idol, but the other party did not move his burden, Ling Qiong had seen the other party throw away the burden in a panic and throw it aside, but at this moment it was gone.

Ling Qiong's current state was almost no different from the bad omen, and his already keen spiritual breath was even more remarkable, and it was unbelievable that he had been stolen right now.

"When did that happen?"

Ling Qiong thought silently around the place where the burden had disappeared.

He had always been able to perceive the surrounding situation before, and only by launching the enslavement Dao method and eroding the god statue in reverse could he have a trace of distraction, presumably because of the loss of the melon at that time.

But in this small temple, there is no other strange aura at all, and what is it that steals the key away from the melon?

In other words, if he could really take away the melon without him knowing, he would naturally be able to insert the long knife from the back of his neck silently, so why bother.

Therefore, Ling Qiong judged that it was probably not a difficult omen, but an incomprehensible mysterious phenomenon.

This is common in Omencalypse, and sometimes they are not necessarily scary ghouls, but some kind of rule, some kind of phenomenon.

But if you don't follow the rules, or don't play according to their routine, you can be in trouble.

He suspected that the same was true of the mountain temple, and that the real weirdness was not in the statues, but in some kind of rules in itself.

If so, it's troublesome. He is not afraid of confronting the bad omen head-on, after all, he has just been resurrected, he is humanely sealed by the catalogue, and he has more enslavement and straw arms, and his strength is not weaker than that of the eight-grade Taoist, and ordinary bad omen really can't help him.

But if it's a rule-type weirdness, you have to break its rules, or use a Dao method that is completely beyond its boundaries to destroy it, otherwise it's really difficult to deal with.

Ling Qiong paced back and forth, recalling the actions of the shopkeeper Niu just now, and the state of the little guy before he disappeared.

Yes, the disappearance of the little guy is very similar to the baggage, it is all silent, and it disappears without a trace.

He glanced at it, got up and went to the corner, and looked at the shattered tiles of the altar, and there was no movement at all.

Isn't it the location?

Ling Qiong thought about it for a while, thinking back to the state of the two.

The servant sat in the corner, and the cow shopkeeper sat on the steps, and the burden fell out.

He paused suddenly, his body slightly bent, and sat on the steps as well.

However, nothing happened, and there was still no movement.

No, it's all sitting.

In contemplation, he bowed his head slightly, his gaze just below the altar.

Suddenly, the lights were dimmed, and when I looked again, the altar looked like a cauldron, boiling something.

A smell of meat wafted from the pot, and several strange people with rat heads lay on the side of the pot, waiting. Their saliva unconsciously flowed into the pot, and their eyes were filled with blood, and they were crazy.

"Cooked! Cooked! ”

"Squeak!"

The human voice is rat, and the confusion is unbearable.

"Eat slowly."

"This is the flesh of the mountain god."