There is no doubt that if he delays, the Duke will definitely get to the trick envoy one step ahead of him, whether it is threatening him with the other party or robbing the holy pot, it is not good news for him.

threaten him with the lives of three people, he can't see death without saving him, and he will definitely throw a rat into a bogey;

snatched the medical holy pot, even if he was the inspection envoy of the Jing'an Division, he had to walk around without eating.

What's more, Ye Qing had a faint uneasiness in his heart, and he always felt that the other party's plan would not be so simple.

Ye Qing faintly had another guess in his heart, whether it was to threaten him with the lives of the three tricksters, or to snatch the medical holy pot, it was a good idea.

Because of his staring, no matter how the other party escapes, he can't get out smoothly, which is tantamount to drinking to quench his thirst, and waiting for the strong men of Jing'an Division to come to support, it is their death date. So the best way is to kill him without doing anything, and it's a hundred.

In fact, the current trend has gone, the Yin Maiden is dead, the silver toad is seriously injured, and the best choice for the Duke is to run away while he is fighting the Yin Maiden, which is the smartest thing to do, but he didn't, but chose the stupidest method.

Is Silly Dumb?

Obviously, he is not stupid.

People who are not stupid, but suddenly choose a stupid path, then, it is definitely a conspiracy.

A great conspiracy.

Although I don't know how the other party killed him, it doesn't mean that there is no such possibility.

And the more you think about it, the more likely it becomes.

Now that he has a premonition, he has to nip the danger in the bud, and no matter what the other party wants to do, he has to stop it.

But it was only a moment's delay, and the Duke was already one step ahead of him, and he reached the three tricksters.

I saw a cloud of mud, flowing under the feet of the three tricksters, slowly surging upward, as if to cover the three of them.

Seeing this, the corners of Ye Qing's lips were slightly raised, and a gong suddenly appeared in his hand.

Then, Ye Qing held the drumstick in his right hand, and the gong in his left hand struck heavily on the gong.

"When ......"

In the crisp and melodious sound of the gong, a strange and evil power rippled, and the void trembled slightly, and the mud that was about to completely cover the three trick weapons suddenly stopped.

"Dangdang ......"

Immediately, Ye Qing held the gong in his hand, striking it as he walked, and in the sound of the gong, the three tricksters made the mud on their bodies fall uncontrollably.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Qing smoothly walked to the side of the three trick envoys.

"Hoo ......"

Walking to the front and back of the tricker, Ye Qing stopped beating the gong, and his face was a little pale.

The drumsticks and gongs in his hands are obtained from the lake spirit of Yuquan Village, the famous soul gong, a real resentment level trick, the gong is made of soul copper, which can attack the soul, affect the thoughts of the soul of others, confuse the memory of the other party, and can even erase the memory of the other party, absorb the soul of the other party, and control the other party;

But the flaw of the Dementor Gong is also very obvious, that is, the sound of the Gong of the Dementor Gong is an indiscriminate attack, in short, it will not only affect others, but also affect yourself, injuring a thousand enemies and losing 800 yourself.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he had cultivated the "Xihuang Riding the Meditation Idea" by chance, and his spiritual power was strong, he would not have dared to strike the soul gong at all, because it was very likely that the other party was not dead yet, and he would have finished first.

If that's the case, who will he go to?

Therefore, after striking the gong five or six times in a row, even he was a little unbearable.

Taking two deep breaths, Ye Qing calmed down some chaotic thoughts and wisdom in his mind, and stepped on the mud on the ground.

That lump of mud is the body of the Silt Gong, and it is obvious that the Silt Gong has been affected by the Soul Gong and has not yet recovered.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

In the process of Ye Qing lifting his feet and stepping down, Si Gong gradually regained a trace of his senses, and the silt surged, turning into a huge palm, trying to block Ye Qing's savage trampling.

Seeing this, Ye Qing did not panic at all, and the soul drumstick in his right hand was gently tapped on the huge palm of the outstretched hand.

Then, the palm of the mud shattered silently.

Then, Ye Qing's right foot smoothly stepped on the mud on the ground.

"Knock ......"

Stepping on the earth, like beating a drum, the earth trembled suddenly, and the mud on the ground was directly trampled and scattered.

But the next moment, with Ye Qing as the center, the foehn wind surged out, whistling like a roar, and those splashes of silt were burned straight into ashes, leaving not even a trace of it.

Silt Gong, pawn.

At the moment of his death, the handwriting written by the pen in the house disappeared as if it had been erased by some invisible force.

Only the three dead words did not disappear, but flew into the pen barrel of the pen Weng, and the breath on the pen Weng suddenly weakened a little, as if it had suffered a backlash.

On the long street, after killing the silt father, Ye Qing took a deep breath, his qi turned around, and he stomped on the ground again, and the foehn surged into the ground, stepping on the silver toad that was struggling to rush out of the ground.

If you want to come up, wait a little longer!

Immediately, Ye Qing touched his eyebrows with his hand, feeling the fourth strange thing hidden in the dark.

The other party's ability is too weird, he doesn't die, and I am uneasy.

While he was looking for the penman, the penman in the house seemed to be angry and continued his great work of codewording:

Ye Qing found me and was looking for my hiding place, but he didn't find out, just as he was looking for my hiding place, a trickster slowly opened the bronze box, urging the medical holy pot, and the spirit of the medical saint manifested and killed Ye Qing.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Three killing words, red as blood, eerie and terrifying, and angry.

As the three killing words fell, the walls, roofs, and floors of the house oozed red blood, and in the blood, there seemed to be countless resentful souls roaring and distorting.

"Found you!"

With such a huge energy fluctuation, Ye Qing naturally felt it, and he was overjoyed.

But at this moment, Ye Qing suddenly felt a terrifying energy fluctuation coming from behind him, and looking back, he saw that a trickster had activated the Medical Saint Pot at some point and summoned the Soul of the Medical Saint.

Without waiting for Ye Qing to react, he saw the Spirit of the Medical Saint wave his sleeves, and a bright and flawless light fell on him.

Then, Ye Qing's Qi and the injuries he suffered were all recovered.

Inside the house, the words written by the pen disappeared inch by inch from back to front.

As the handwriting disappeared, the pen began to tremble, and the blood flowing in the room turned into a strange and evil ghost phantom, which submerged into the pen.

The pen man kept trembling, and the pen shaft cracked a series of fine cracks, which were not broken.

"Hehe, this weird, isn't he a fool!"

On the long street, Ye Qing thought about it for a while, and then understood the key, it was estimated that the mysterious monster controlled the trick and planned to kill him with the medical holy pot.

Unfortunately, he may not know that as long as there are three people with medical skills present, the medical holy pot will not lose control and kill, but will heal and save people.

That's why there was the previous scene.

This wave of operations, Ye Qing expressed his admiration.

How can he not admire the weirdness that dares to dig his own grave?

"Huh...... The other party was devoured?!" Suddenly, in Ye Qing's perception, the original evil and terrifying power in the room became disordered, as if it was out of control.

It is estimated that the monster couldn't kill him and got out of control.

It's normal to think about it, how can such a strange power be used without restrictions?

Taking advantage of your illness and wanting your life, Ye Qing was just about to rush out, but suddenly thought of something, turned around and put the medical holy pot in the hand of the trickster back into the bronze box, put it behind him, and then swept in the direction of the pen Weng.

He didn't want to be profited by the fisherman because of his carelessness, and secretly took the medical holy pot away, then he would lose a lot.

However, before he got close to the house, the stone slabs on the ground, the roof tiles, and the sand and dust from the ruins, all flew towards Ye Qing without wind.

"Huh...... It's too weak. ”

Ye Qing's figure did not stop, facing the rubble and gravel that was speeding away, he smiled coldly, and a punch was blasted out, the foehn whistled, and the rubble and gravel in the sky directly turned into flying ash and disappeared.

At the same time, a brush swept out of the room, and the tip of the brush sprinkled ink like water, and the ink overflowed, turning a large area of the sky black.

The strange thing was that the ink seemed to have the ability to block the spirit, and for a while he couldn't even perceive the position of the brush.

Obviously, the brush was weird and trying to escape.

Ye Qing's eyebrows frowned slightly, if he couldn't sense the direction of the brush escaping, he really wouldn't be able to kill the other party.

As his mind turned, Ye Qing's body pressed down, his spine was like a dragon, and his muscles and bones roared together, intending to blast away the ink that filled the void with one punch.

However, at that moment, a vellum-like object flew out of his bosom and burrowed into the ink.

"Sophistry?!"

Ye Qing was stunned for a moment, he never thought that the Trickster Sutra would automatically fly out, which had never happened before?

To be precise, except for you taking the initiative to ask him, there has never been any other movement, well-behaved and lovely?

But who would have thought that a good child suddenly became a bear child, how could it not be shocking?

In addition to shock, Ye Qing was more flustered, dazed and scared.

Afraid that the sophistry will never return?

Afraid of being alone?

Afraid of being left alone?

is like a child who suddenly has no parents and relatives, no relatives, and is as lonely, dazed and helpless as hanging from each other.

Since he came to this world, the sophistication has accompanied him, accompanied him through hardships and obstacles, accompanied him through ups and downs, and accompanied him all the way to grow and be strong all the way......

It can be said that the sophistry is his friend, relatives and backers.

Therefore, even though he is in the Gang Refining Realm, even if he has the strength to protect himself, he is not as weak as before, and the day is not safe, but at first glance, when he saw the trick of leaving, Ye Qing still felt dazed and afraid.

It has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, and the idealism is lost.

"Sophistry...... Eldest brother...... Come back soon......"

Ye Qing shouted, his voice was confused and trembling a little, as if his body had been hollowed out.

Immediately after, Ye Qing was about to rush into the ink, but at this moment, the ink in the air seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, surging in one direction, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And as the ink disappeared, the scripture appeared in the air, in addition to the scripture, the brush was also strangely suspended above the scripture, the tip of the pen was pointing down, and drops of rich and dark ink continued to fall on the scripture.

Or, to be more precise, not dripping, but being absorbed by the sophistry.

As soon as the ink fell on the Sutra, it disappeared, and as the ink was absorbed by the Sutra, the pen continued to tremble, as if trembling, as if he wanted to escape, but could not do anything.

Slowly, the pen stopped struggling, as if he had lost all his aura, the barrel was gray and rotten, and the nib was split and dry.

In the end, it shattered completely, turning into countless fragments and falling down.

"This is ...... I killed a monster myself, I wonder if there will be a dragon snake rune?" Ye Qing thought a little strangely.

After devouring the pen, the treacherous scripture turned into a streamer of light and flew into Ye Qing's hands.