Wasteland.

The whole wasteland, the sky is full of blood and energy, full of blood light, expanding like a pillar, reaching the sky.

Countless regiments of blood light that were originally rushing towards the mountain of the people of His Royal Highness, if they received an order at this moment, they paused instantly, and the blood light seemed to be clinging to the invisible silk thread, and under the invisible pulling force, it rushed towards the highest magic mountain at a more rapid speed.

The highest mountain.

I saw the puppeteer depicting the colored green ghost fangs on the mask, after clenching the ten fingers of his hands, he seemed to hold the invisible silk thread, the black robe hunted in the wind, and the three puppets climbing the mountain on the high place trembled in an instant, and their bodies suddenly fell from extreme speed to stillness.

He hung on the cliff wall like this, the invisible silk thread hanging from his body, the black robe was blown from side to side by the wind, and he was like a lonely puppet toy.

The Painted Mask Puppeteer slowly twisted his head, completely contrary to common sense, turned the head embedded under the mask, turned his head around, and turned his head to look at the top of the Magic Mountain, which was only not far above his head.

He said two words with a blank face.

"Houqing. ”

Sneered.

"Boom-"

He slowly stretched his arms back, as if boneless, and glued his hands to the cliff.

Then there are the legs, the feet.

The whole person did not turn around, the bones made a crackling sound, the wrists and ankles forcibly turned around, and the body was still shrouded in a wide black robe, and it was impossible to see the front and back.

The painted mask man looked calm, but if you look closely, the whole black robe has countless ripples with the wind during the process of mountaineering, and a large number of wind and snow debris on the surface of the robe has been blown away by the wind, and it has been born and blown away, and the whole body has borne great resistance.

Like a burden-bearer, if a little more force is added, this body may be overwhelmed, and the whole body will crumble from the inside out.

The pressure on this magic mountain is extremely high.

The Painted Masked Man just paused on the cliff face.

He quietly thought about what he had encountered when he came to the South China Sea.

The man in the cave didn't move.

Just let himself go to the wasteland.

In the wasteland, although some "uninvited guests" were introduced for no reason, they did not have any impression of their plans.

The painted masked figure is like a four-legged centipede, at this moment with his hands and feet folded, lying on the cliff wall in a strange posture, not in a hurry to continue climbing, but raising his head and looking at the stele at the top of the clouds with an expressionless face.

The whole magic island is now a fairy island?

People here seem to shout it...... Immortal monument?

The face under the mask couldn't be seen clearly.

Along the way, there was something unusual about the smooth process.

is not the same as what he remembered back then, even if Houqing's heavy treasure was stored in the gap between the ghost gates, there were still some traces of damage.

The green ghost on the painted mask slowly turned into a wooden appearance.

Expressionless, he lifted one foot and stumbled in an instant.

Half of the mountain wall instantly took the tips of his toes as dots, and countless spider web cracks cracked.

Countless blood rays of light in the distant sky rushed towards the highest peak, crashing into the mountain of the Demon Mountain like a meteor in an instant.

The pressure on the painted masked man suddenly lightened, and the powerful pressure of the entire magic mountain was dragged down by countless "blood-red meteors".

He gently tugged at the thread in his hand.

The three puppets used their hands and feet together, and resumed climbing at a very fast speed, and the painted masked man Mu Ran watched as the large rocks of the Magic Mountain collapsed and fell in front of his eyes.

The three puppets jumped high, and their bodies suddenly lightened, and the next moment they came to the top of the highest mountain in this wasteland.

The painted masked man stood up, snow oozing from his robe, and blue frost spreading on the soles of his feet.

He crouched down and pressed slowly with one hand, eventually pressing on the top of the mountain.

"Houqing, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

The painted masked man has a hoarse voice.

The mountain trembled, and the entire magic mountain was unstable.

He said expressionlessly, "I can let you out, and I can even help you get your things back." ”

The mountain trembled, and one after another talismans appeared out of thin air, like seals.

Eight or nine immortal seals.

The painted masked man looked at this forbidden immortal seal that was easy to enter and difficult to get out, his face was as usual, and a large amount of wind and snow flew out of his black robe, mixed with the power of the shadowless and invisible void, and slowly tore the seal from the outside.

The entire Magic Mountain began to crumble.

It's as if someone has sung a forbidden spell to wake up the demon king from sleep.

The painted masked man stepped on the huge rocks, and the sky cracked around him, and the soles of his feet took root, and he fell with the rocks, and the soles of the three puppets did not trample on the soles of their feet, so they were no different from those falling rocks, and they fell together.

The three puppets, one is a young Taoist priest with an ancient dust, one is a handsome monk wearing a snow-white robe, and the other is a weak scholar dressed as a Confucian scholar in the Shifu period.

The three puppets, who were undoubtedly real people, let themselves fall, and finally fell from the clouds thousands of feet high to the wasteland, and smashed three extremely deep pits after landing.

The Painted Mask Man had been crouching on the stone, which had been several feet in size, but the more it fell, the more it crumbled, until at last there was only room for his feet to tread.

When he fell to the ground a few feet high, the painted masked man raised his hand that had never touched the ground, and suddenly grabbed his fingers to lift the thread, and the three extremely retro-looking puppeteers jumped up from the pit, and the strength was soft to support the black robe.

A cloud of dust.

In the midst of the huge dust, there was a huge shadow as a mountain.

The dust has not gone away, and the shadow of the mountain has never come out of the dust.

There was a thunder light faintly emerging from the dust, and the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals did not dissipate with the collapse of the mountain, but slowly converged and swirled around the shadows.

In the shadows of the mountains, there is a gaze that is always obscure.

This gaze stayed on the thunder light of the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals, half angry and half afraid, not daring to stretch out his hand to touch it, let alone move a single bit.

"He's dead. The Painted Mask Man whispered, "You can rest assured, in this world, no one can do it alone." ”

The man then tried to reach out softly.

Touching that immortal seal, sure enough, the moment it was touched, the immortal seal collapsed, and it was only a hundred years, and the power was already fragile to such a point.

The dust around the shadows was kicked up with a bang, and after being dispersed by the majestic waves, the whole area became clear.

That mountain-like shadow is really a hill.

Under the hill, there was a child-like teenager who was pressing, lifting the mountain with difficulty with one hand, and roughly crushing the thundering talismans and eight or nine immortal seals that kept appearing around him with the other.

The child narrowed his eyes and looked at the painted masked man in front of him, "Are you ...... 'it'?"

"It's me. ”

The green ghost fangs grinned on the mask, and the "puppeteer" voice was calm: "In addition to 'Taixu', what other power can be used to shuttle freely within the ghost gate?"

Then he stretched out a hand, and the invisible power of the void slowly swam around him, vast and majestic, which proved his identity.

"After being crushed by the Overlord's 'Fantian Seal' for a hundred years, it almost crushed the divine soul and mortal body, right?" The puppeteer smiled and said: "The Shouyuan plundered in ancient times has been sucked dry? Now that you are showing yourself as a child, if I don't help you take down this mountain, how long can you last?"

The child crushed by the hill crushed his silver teeth.

"Look up. The puppet master smiled, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the immortal monument above his head: "The dignified Demon Dao giant, now that the magic weapon is being regarded as an immortal treasure for those humble cultivators to take the path to practice, how can it be reduced to such a state?"

Hearing these words, the child who was struggling to support Fantianyin with one hand was not enough, and the other small hand that was constantly tearing the void talisman was hurriedly raised, and the two hands supported the bottom of the "Fantianyin" mountain, so he barely stood firm.

After he gave up the action of tearing the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals, these huge numbers of talismans immediately began to multiply, restoring their original array.

One life is two, two is three, three lives are endless, and so there is no end.

Even if Hou Qing has a monstrous aura, he can't take advantage of it, and his hands are tied, whether it is controlling the strings or Cao Yuan, any means are just jokes.

He stared at this so-called old acquaintance who had been in the ghost gate back then, crossed the boundary with the "power of the void", and was unrestrained and "spoke freely" with him for decades.

It ended up being a deal.

The three puppets behind him are the Great Cultivators of the Origin Fu that he refined with magic techniques in the Ghost Gate, and as soon as he enters the world, he can set foot in the realm of the Great Grandmaster at any time, which is the bargaining chip he paid in the transaction.

The entire ghost gate, but the existence of cultivating for crossing that boundary, was re-sealed by the man who called himself the "Overlord of Western Chu" a hundred years ago.

Hou Qing was suppressed in the wasteland of Xiandao in the South China Sea, and the "Overlord" personally handed over the key to killing him to the chess master of the South China Sea lineage.

If nothing else, this strong Eight or Nine Immortal Seal will swallow his vitality and swallow it, and on the day when the Immortal Seal naturally collapses, this ancient demon giant, who could not be killed, will be quietly dragged to death by the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals left by the overlord, and finally eliminate the world.

"Don't pretend. ”

The painted masked man sneered and looked at the child who seemed to be struggling to lift the mountain, "What kind of grievance do you pretend?" It's really disgusting, even if I don't come here, it won't be long before you yourself will break the immortal seal, and the wisp of power I borrowed from you back then is enough for you to return to the world within a year." ”

Hou Qing really no longer showed his immature appearance, but squinted his eyes and said coldly: "This seat can be unveiled by itself, why do you come to pretend to help, our accounts have been cleared back then." ”

"Yes. ”

The Painted Mask Man seemed to smile playfully: "You can indeed uncover it yourself, but now I'm here." ”

Hou Qing's face changed suddenly.

The painted masked man flicked his fingers slightly, and the power of the void seeped directly into the immortal seal, sucking away the power of the void in his body like water.

Hou Qing was about to scold: "Sure enough, it's the most poisonous ......"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the painted masked man let go of the palm that was about to crush Hou Qing's weak soul after it was raised.

"I can help you get the seal in advance, and I can also remove you from the world. ”

"In the whole ghost gate, I am the only one who is out of trouble. ”

The masked man's face was calm, and he said lightly, "I came from the Northland to make a deal with you. ”

"I want you to spit out that soul power control method, but if you ask me, open your heart openly, and then I will control the ventricles, and there will be no chance of rebellion. ”

Hou Qing wilted, gritting his teeth loudly, but he didn't speak.

"You can rest assured, I know that this method requires extremely high soul power, and the object of controlling the strings can only be far weaker than yourself. The painted masked man smiled and said, "You are an unattainable 'unspeakable', you have long been an existence with great soul power, and I don't control your strings, what is it to share a method?"

Hou Qing gritted his teeth and still didn't speak.

"Don't speak?"

The painted masked man suddenly sneered, coldly raised his hand, pointed his five fingers at the person in front of him and suddenly clenched it, holding the immature child's spirit into his hand, and the power of the void shuttled back and forth, wrapping layer by layer.

Gently close your fingers.

Hou Qing's complexion changed greatly, as if he had been struck by lightning, the entire divine soul shattered in an instant, and a small half of the divine soul collapsed uncontrollably.

The painted masked man slowly released one hand and clenched his posture, enjoying very much the twisting of some of Hou Qing's shattered souls, and the other hand uncovered a corner of the mask and slowly swallowed it.

"It's okay if you don't say yes. ”

"If you don't agree, I'll collapse your soul inch by inch, and then swallow it all, which can be regarded as making up for the loss of that void power back then. ”

Hou Qing stared at the painted masked man in front of him, almost gritting his teeth.

Slowly spit out four words from his throat.

"I promise you. ”