Hou Qing's face was blank.

At this time, the bottom of my heart is very different from my complexion, and all kinds of thoughts are turning rapidly in my heart, twists and turns.

This Demon Dao Patriarch, in the days when he sat in the Ghost Gate Dojo, thought countless times about how many obstacles he would encounter when he returned to the world?

Outside, the way of heaven has changed.

But if you are not cautious enough, even if you cross the unspeakable realm of the great grandmaster, one wrong step will be ten deaths.

The magic path of controlling the strings, the mind is exquisite, and the intuition is keen.

Hou Qing squinted her eyes and thought back and forth countless times, but she still couldn't pull out the clue that made her feel frightened from her mind.

Studied but cannot comprehend.

The only clue that can sort out the source of the uneasiness is probably the descendant of the puppet master in front of him, who has put out a deal on the table from the very beginning.

If there was a way to kill this noisy and lowly human, Hou Qing would never tolerate him living a second breath under his nose.

Don't let Zhong Er say the first sentence.

I wouldn't have this weird feeling right now.

With his back to the stone stele, Hou Qing had already determined that the porcelain boy Zhong Er in front of him did not have the slightest actual combat ability, and there were a few excellent opportunities before, and he was ruthless and exposed the fatality in front of Zhong Er, when the empty door was opened, this ancestor regretted his slightly reckless actions countless times, if Zhong Er really made a move, then he had no other way but to admit it.

In a silent gamble, the two knew it, and the final ending was silent and silent, but it was extremely thrilling.

Hou Qing finally turned around, his face pretended to be indifferent, and the cold sweat on his back was already wet, but there was a little more difference in his eyes when he looked at Zhong Er at this moment.

It's like a subtle appreciation, and it's like an imperceptible jealousy.

In the stele space, a demon ancestor and a human young genius, the two of them looked at each other, one was expressionless, and the other was smiling, but the two of them knew each other that from the beginning of stepping into the immortal stele space, every word and word of the two of them was a silent unfolding, colliding, confrontation, and game of the technique of controlling the strings.

Control the strings, control the heart.

Trees live for thousands of years to become essences, and people live for thousands of years to become demons.

Hou Qing, who had become a demon countless years ago, really understood what "great wisdom and foolishness" meant, so he was able to rely on pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, abducting and deceiving, and finally borrowed a knife to kill people, shattering the little wisp of the soul of the heirloom.

Conspiracy and conspiracy, small calculations and big calculations.

The conspiracy is not as good as the yang conspiracy, and the transaction that Zhong Er put forward is a yang conspiracy.

Hou Qing even did not hesitate to show his flaws, hoping that Zhong Er would make a move and turn this conspiracy into a conspiracy.

It's a pity that the second master of the Zhong family pretended not to know and kept a suspended posture, with his hands pillowed behind his head, looking lazy and casual, and he was extremely smart "not to take the bait", but smiled and continued to "lure": "Master Zu, you have also seen that sword, I have a way to control the string and pull it out, this is my bargaining chip." As for me, I don't want much, I just want the torso of a great grandmaster of my own master, you want to reign in the world, we don't conflict with each other, help each other, and then you take your Yangguan Road, and I cross my single-plank bridge. How?"

Hou Qing slowly closed his eyes.

Time seemed to slow down in a moment.

This Demon Dao Ancestor slowly opened and closed his eyes twice.

Close your eyes for the first time.

He was wondering what the person on the other side wanted.

Zhong Er's strength was indeed not enough to control the great cultivator of the Great Grandmaster of the South China Sea, and all that he was doing now was deviant, deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestor, and was rebellious, and it was indeed in line with the requirements he put forward.

What he wants is the body of the South China Sea Chess Saint.

There is also the follow-up great freedom, great leisure, and the realm of the great grandmaster, which can indeed sit on all the romances in the world.

Then open your eyes.

Hou Qing looked into Zhong Er's eyes.

The second master of the Zhong family was laughing unscrupulously, looking deliberate and exaggerated.

A pair of eyes are incomparably calm, like water without ripples.

Hou Qing suddenly thought of a very important clue.

Among the many divine souls that he has absorbed, there are many desires, the most of which is to seek immortality.

Seek eternal life, seek immortality.

There are many people in the world who are willing to fall into the ghost gate, take a body of cultivation, and go to exchange for the days when they can't see anyone and can't see the light, and what they want is nothing more than the word life.

The time in the ghost gate is endless, and when you really break through a certain threshold, you will think about returning to the world one day.

Immortality is a desire that no one can escape.

Zhong Er in front of him is also a human.

Hou Qing tried to look into Zhong Er's eyes, he wanted to see something in those eyes.

The living dead, the dying man.

"Click".

Hou Qing saw that in those eyes, there was a dead ash that was about to rekindle.

Yes.

He understood.

No matter what the person in front of you is, what you are trying to do, what you are doing, the serpentine twists and turns along the way, strange and unpredictable, in the end, all you want is to live.

He's going to come back to life.

To survive.

So it's okay for him to survive.

Such a madman, a person who controls the strings and controls the heart, is arrogant, how can he be willing to be only a dying person, and he will collapse with this space at some point, and finally die without a trace, annihilated into dust?

Hou Qing was still expressionless, and closed his eyes for the second time.

Before controlling the strings and controlling the heart, we must see the hearts of the people clearly.

It is necessary to know that following the trend is 10,000 times more time-saving and labor-saving than going against the road, and it is also 10,000 times more difficult.

The difficulty lies in how to turn the reverse path into the sky.

Hou Qing began to think about every word that Zhong Er had said, every word that he had not thought about and would cause his true intentions to be exposed, was brought out at this moment, and turned into a small star in the vast sea of souls, revolving around.

When the lotus phase of His Royal Highness began to be deduced, there was such a different phase in the Purple Mansion.

Most of the transcendent cultivators who have truly reached the unspeakable realm are familiar with the art of deduction, seeking good fortune and avoiding evil, so the Purple Mansion is always filled with unspeakable majestic power, and when they take that step, even if their cultivation falls to the bottom one day, at least they can ensure that their mental strength is vast, and even if it falls to the lower limit, it is still infinite to outsiders.

Hou Qing is deducing the scene after that.

Draw your sword.

Control the strings.

Homicide.

Get out of trouble.

Zhong Er helped him draw his sword, and then helped Zhong Er control the strings himself, and then used the body of the great master of the South China Sea to kill people, and finally got out of trouble.

Four steps.

Hou Qing only felt that if these four steps were really coming, they would be worthy of the name of killing every step.

But if there is a mistake in one step, he will die, and he will never recover.

But Zhong Er is right, this Demon Dao Ancestor himself knows that it is already an extremely difficult thing to get out of the ghost gate, and there is no second way to go against the sky.

Hou Qing did not deduce how he should get out of trouble.

His mind is like a demon, like a snake and a scorpion, and he hits the nail on the head.

He was deducing, Zhong Er's real purpose.

This young man who seems to have a bigger plan than the sky, what step should he start with for the immortality he really wants?

Zhong Er...... Do you really want his master's body?

Hou Qing slowly opened his eyes.

The art of deduction exhausted a lot of mental effort, and after the second opening of the eyes, time returned to normal.

This Demon Dao Ancestor inadvertently turned around, and after opening his eyes, he happened to see the stone tablet that was constantly cracking.

He turned his back to Zhong Er, and his mind was completely focused on this stele.

Hou Qing pursed her lips.

He struggled to make his voice sound understated: "I'll help you draw your sword." ”

This Demon Dao Ancestor had already set off an uproar in his heart, and he tried his best to suppress the heart lake.

He seemed to have guessed what Zhong Er was trying to do.

This is, indeed, a naked conspiracy.

The moment the word sword was drawn, the original deduction technique had ended, but Hou Qing's pupils shrank as if he had a spiritual rhinoceros.

Draw your sword!

He suddenly thought of the most crucial point of this state of affairs.

Zhong Er said so much to himself, what was it for?

He made the steps so clear, and for what?

Feed on illusions.

Fancies.

Zhong Er said so much to himself, it was nothing more than wanting to draw his sword himself.

This is a critical first step.

It is also an inevitable step.

Zhong Er wanted to draw his sword himself.

Hou Qing was drenched in cold sweat.

The second little master of the Zhong family looked at Hou Qing thoughtfully, his face was still smiling, and he slowly squinted his eyes, noticing that this Demon Dao Ancestor Master's mind was really all on the stone tablet at the moment, and he did not control himself cautiously as before.

What did he find?

Or guessed something?

Zhong Er shook his head.

It's just a breath between my own mouths.

Due to the reason for cultivation, Zhong Er didn't know that the great cultivators in this world could actually perform mental deduction.

So...... He didn't think that this Demon Dao Ancestor would be able to guess what he was thinking.

Even if Zhong Er knew that Hou Qing would be able to exert his heart.

He also didn't think that this Demon Dao String Control Ancestor would be able to win the gamble with himself.

Zhong Er said softly: "Master Zu, when I control the strings, the sword shape will be revealed, you have to hold the hilt of the sword and help me hold the sword...... Pull it out. ”

Hou Qing didn't look back, just smiled lightly and hummed.

Zhong Er raised his eyebrows, he was suspended behind Hou Qing, and he couldn't see the expression of this Demon Dao Patriarch, which was completely different from the appearance of him lowering his voice and smiling softly.

The face is full of gloom, and the femme fatale is indifferent.

Hou Qing slowly stretched out his hand, almost touching the stone tablet.

Zhong Er had already begun to control the strings, and the sword shape of the illusory sword slowly emerged.

Zhong Er's lips twitched slightly, as if he was whispering something silently.

Hou Qing's heart was half mocking and half joking, his fingers stayed in front of the hilt of the sword, more than a foot, and he did not stretch forward again.

He didn't know if the person behind him had heard of a very popular saying among the puppeteers.

Zhong Er's smile retracted, and he slowly recited that sentence silently in his heart.

"Your eyes will deceive you, your ears will deceive you. ”

"So...... Don't believe what you see, and don't believe what you hear. ”

"Because of this...... It's all I let you see and hear. ”