Chapter 175 Follow me, enter the monument

His Royal Highness narrowed his eyes and looked at the smiling green ghost fang-painted mask, thinking about a question faintly.

The whole wasteland, not so much like a place where demonic cultivators gathered in ancient times, is more like the treasure refining place of the "Houqing", these demons who had the realm of the grandmaster and the realm of the great grandmaster, under the catastrophe, finally chose to enter the "heavy treasure" of Houqing to avoid the calamity of the years, and now they are reborn, but it seems to have been refined into a puppet by Houqing in accordance with nature.

That Demon Dao Giant Hou Qing, if nothing else, should be one of the most powerful puppeteers in ancient times.

But the sword will rust, even if it is a famous sword that has returned to the sword house, after a hundred years of time, even if it is constantly washed and forged by furnace fire during the period, it is impossible to completely reproduce the sharpness of the year.

In today's Chess Palace, there are four reincarnated souls of the Great Sage of the Demon Clan, but even a treasure of the Ancient Great Sage has not been preserved.

Not to mention the much older Demon Dao treasures.

Yi Xiao pursed her lips.

There is only one place in this world where time no longer flows.

"Ghost Gate. ”

A soft woman's voice came from her ear.

The West Demon was still calm, with a proud appearance that maintained the posture of standing on the top of the mountain and looking into the distance, and his fingers moved slightly with the black dot that was barely visible in the distance of the painted masked man.

Only a handful of people could see the fast-moving black dot.

His Royal Highness was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and looked at the West Demon.

Truly.

As I thought, in this world, only the "ghost gate" can make time stand still and no longer flow.

Houqing's heavy treasure has been placed in the ghost gate?

Yi Xiao narrowed her eyes slightly.

It's a terrifying thing to think about.

But it's not the scariest thing.

There is another possibility.

The West Demon smiled and said the most terrifying thing.

"Brother...... 'Houqing' has never died, he is behind the ghost gate. ”

She spoke in a very soft voice: "It won't be long before that 'puppeteer' ...... It's time to open the box closed by the ghost gate. ”

"If 'Houqing' comes out, the entire wasteland is his small world, and even if I am really here, I can't be his opponent. ”

"When the time comes, everybody will die. Liang Liang lowered his eyebrows, and his voice was gentle: "But Liang Liang is not afraid of death, because there is a brother." But my brother ...... You haven't found your soul yet, so why didn't you use the key to open the tomb sooner?"

Yi Xiao was stunned.

It was like a thunderbolt in my head.

In that year, he was invited to the north pass.

The white-haired ferryman, the first generation of the City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City, said to himself that sentence turned into a thunderbolt at this moment, and ten thousand jun fell-

"You are the key of the only one in this world!"

Key.

What key?

The key to open the tomb?

"What's wrong?"

The county lord beside him noticed Yi Xiao's abnormality, frowned and asked with concern.

Yi Xiao covered her forehead with some pain, shook her head with difficulty, and wanted to signal that she was fine, but the word "no hindrance" was squeezed out of her chest, and when she reached her throat, it was like a fish in her throat, tumbling against the current, and it was difficult to speak.

He was carrying the body of a little King Kong, and at this moment, he actually felt a chill for no reason, and a feeling of weakness from the depths of his heart kept pulling his limbs, going down, and falling into the abyss.

Wei Lingshan held Yi Xiao's weak body, frowned and glanced around, and finally looked at the woman from the Western Regions who was in contact with his gaze with anger.

The West Demon frowned, turned his head stiffly, and his long hair swept over, covering the worry and doubt in his eyes.

The county lord looked at the West Demon with angry eyes.

The West Demon lowered his eyebrows and no longer looked at Yi Xiao's direction.

After a while, she raised her head again, still keeping her finger motion, pointing at the painted masked man, and said softly and calmly: "That mountaineer, Bensheng doesn't know where he is, but Bensheng knows that there is only one 'puppet master' in the South China Sea. ”

Ye Shisan naturally saw that figure as well.

The puppeteer who painted the fangs of the green ghost was smiling brightly at the moment, like a smug smile before the big event was about to become, proud of the spring breeze, and with a hint of show-off.

He was silent for a moment.

Gongzi Xiaotao narrowed his eyes and said seriously: "This 'puppet master' is not from the South China Sea. ”

The West Demon chuckled, but this laughter inevitably sounded a little sarcastic at the moment, "If I guessed correctly, the previous changes in the wasteland were from his handwriting. ”

Childe Xiao Tao was slightly stunned.

The West Demon smiled unabated, and his face gradually turned cold.

"This mountain has the essence and blood of the demon before his death, and those who hook the blood cloud to create this 'demon revival' scene need to practice Hou Qing's technique of controlling the strings. ”

"The entire wasteland has already been refined by Hou Qing, and these demons in front of him are naturally regarded as puppets in his hands. When the puppet is not in use, it will naturally be put up, and when it needs to be used, it needs to be 'woken up'. ”

Liang Liang stood at the top of the mountain, always smiling, her hands and ten fingers kept tapping, and as her fingers fluttered smartly, she swept through the air like a butterfly wearing flowers, like Dongjun stroking the strings, and the blood light qi that rushed to the sky in the distance was suddenly detonated by the Vermilion Bird Void Flame.

Most of the demons hidden in the blood light are not demonic cultivators who have opened their spiritual wisdom, such as the previous one, the reason why he was pinched and exploded by Dongjun and could bite off one of the arms of the general of Xiguan was because of one thing.

The five fingers of the West Demon's left hand were clenched fiercely, and his left arm was pulled.

The dark cause and effect of manipulating the Vermilion Bird Void Flame in the palm of his hand closed in an instant.

The blood light that was crushed and exploded was pinched in the palm of the palm by an invisible big palm in the distant sky, and the rich blood qi overflowed very slowly.

And after the blood light is gone, there are a wisp of invisible and invisible silk thread, stuck to the center of the blood light, after pinching and exploding, the moment it appears, without waiting for the Vermilion Bird Void Flame to be burned, it will be cut off by itself, and the smoke will disappear, leaving no trace.

Those demons in the blood light are like "puppets".

The person who controls the strings has been hiding behind the scenes.

"He came before us. ”

"Much earlier. ”

"Every mountain here, every demon, has been controlled by him, and now the blood and qi here are revived, and every demon is extremely powerful. ”

The West Demon paused: "There is no doubt that every mountain will be a help for him to reach the highest mountain." In other words......

"He's the ruler of the wasteland now!"

There was a dead silence above the altar.

The leaders of several major camps glanced at each other, not knowing what to say, and could only hope for the women of the Western Regions Demon Clan who were in the same boat at the moment.

The West Demon had a calm and indifferent look, and he didn't care about the eyes of these humans who were regarded as heretics by him.

She struggled to resist the urge to look in a certain direction.

Liang Liang suppressed his voice, pretending to be calm and said: "This saint can't think of any other way, if you have the ability to go to that magic mountain and compete with that unknown 'puppet master', you can ask for your life for the common people, before he reaches the top of the highest mountain in Houqing, as long as you kill him, this catastrophe will naturally disappear." ”

"This saint can't do this. ”

The West Demon turned his head and glanced at Ye Thirteen. "Ye Thirteen, my demon clan is going to enter the Immortal Monument now. ”

Liang Liang glanced around, and his tone was not shocked: "If you are afraid of death, you will defend the mountain, and a few demons will naturally not be able to attack it, but maybe when that 'puppet master' reaches the top of the mountain, it will give you a big surprise." ”

She moved her pace slowly, passing through Qiliang, Northern Wei, and Xiguan one after another, and Gu Shengcheng and Qiushui behind her were calm, and the chess men of the demon clan did not see the slightest hint of worry.

Eventually moved to the Buddhist camp.

The West Demon stopped, just glanced at Yi Xiao, and immediately moved away.

Liang Liang took a deep breath and looked at the pale bluestone.

She knew that Qingshi had a heart, so she didn't keep her mind on guard at the moment, but slowly opened her heart and revealed part of her soul.

Qingshi raised his head and looked at the woman from the Western Regions with some confusion.

Both were silent.

A moment later.

The West Demon chuckled and said the last word.

"Monk. Let's enter the monument. ”

After finishing speaking, the young master of the Western Regions Chess Palace did not look back, and glanced at the entrance of the immortal monument torn by the blue jade plate beside Ye Shisan's side with an expressionless face, and slightly stretched out his ten fingers, and an invisible force enveloped the fluctuations.

The West Demon pulled his hands apart out of thin air and made a "peel off" action, his face was calm, and he couldn't see the slightest difficulty.

The crack leading to the immortal monument was torn open by her ten fingers.

The West Demon took the lead in entering, dressed in red and swept up by the heavenly wind attacked by the immortal monument, hunting mightily, and the people of the Chess Palace behind her rushed in with her.

Qi Liang, Northern Wei Dynasty, Xiguan, a dead silence.

Great God Jian will look at the old man Yugong.

Old man Yugong looked at Jiang Qingyi.

Jiang Qingyi looked at General Jian.

Breaking the silence was the sound of bluestone.

He slowly stood up, first glanced at Yi Xiao, who seemed to be in a situation beside him, and then looked at Wei Lingshan.

His Royal Highness's body is fine.

It seems that he has been stimulated by something, and at this moment, his soul is closed, he can't hear what others say, and even the little King Kong's body can't help but tremble.

Qingshi took a deep breath, and after glancing at Wei Lingshan, he confirmed each other's thoughts.

This little Buddhist uncle is trying to make his voice sound the same as usual at the moment.

Calm and calm.

"Whatever I want. ”

He said two words softly, supported Yi Xiao, and Wei Lingshan left and right, lifted up His Royal Highness, and slowly walked to the crack of the immortal tablet.

The children of the entire Buddhist sect stood up respectfully at this moment, and followed the figure of Qingshi to the crack of the immortal tablet.

Qingshi raised his head and looked, the entire immortal tablet world, through that crack, could only see a dream, like glass.

Can't see the real thing.

It's just vanity.

He paused in front of the Immortal Monument Gate, thinking of what his master had said to him back then.

"Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity. ”

What if you don't fight for this creation?

Dream bubbles?

Like dew and electricity?

Qingshi touched the top of his scabbed head, burned incense on the top, and embers on the top.

He actually sensed a strange and familiar aura in the immortal monument.

Sniffing lightly is like burning incense in Buddhism, and the incense enters the nose.

Mahayana.

He stepped forward as he spat out the words.

"Into the monument. ”

(End of chapter)