His Royal Highness narrowed his eyes and looked at the deep pit that had been carved open by the Great Soul Power Sword.

The wind is dying out.

Hou Qing no longer knows where he is.

He crossed over from the bluestone illusion, and the first one he ran to was the illusion of the great god general Jian.

Zhong Er was right, if Hou Qing wanted to regain control of the Immortal Monument, he would have to first seize a cultivator's body that was strong enough.

There are nearly a hundred illusions, and the cultivators whose Dao hearts are strong enough to resist Hou Qing's will, except for demons like the West Demon, there are almost very few, and I am afraid that they have been manipulated by Hou Qing at this moment.

This ancient Demon Dao Ancestor has many means, and the magic power of breaking off his finger to get out is probably one of the many escape methods in the Demon Dao.

Escape.

Where can you escape?

Yi Xiao silently raised his head and looked at the light of the sky in the dome.

This Demon Dao Patriarch, if nothing else, should have gone to the place where the real stele of the Immortal Monument remained.

The entire immortal monument was rooted in a remote space that was isolated in the Ghost Gate Dojo, and time froze, standing still.

This is a heavy treasure given away by Hou Qing when he was escorted into the ghost gate and desperately tore through the space.

What I am waiting for is to return to the world one day after countless years.

A stele stone, a thousand years of cultivation.

All kinds of demonic powers, control the strings, and take away the soul.

Gong Shen is wonderful.

......

......

A stone stele that is not too tall.

Just rooted in the "ground".

The so-called "ground" is actually the cloud of the Nine Heavens drooping, and after it lands, it is stubbornly resisted and solidified, even if it is stepped on, there will be no trembling in the slightest.

The ordinary stele is just rooted in the clouds.

On this stele, there are dense names of people printed.

With a "click", a crack opened in the immortal monument.

The name of a person on the immortal tablet shattered with a click as this crack opened, and it collapsed out of the stele, like a cloud of smoke and clouds, and spread out in the air.

This is followed by a second "click".

The sound of cracking on the stele one after another, this stele that is not too big, exploded continuously and densely with countless fine cracks, one after another names, as if someone was twisting it with his fingers, moving and carrying out the stele, and then vanished.

A ray of red light emerged from the distant sky, like a thunderous aurora, whistling in an instant, rotating around the stone monument, dripping on the ground of the clouds, and then jumping high after landing on the ground with great elasticity.

The second ray of red light flashed, circled around the monument and then smashed into the clouds, colliding with the first ray of red light, and then the dense red light came from all around the distant sky, and collided into a ball together, whistling and stretching sound, the red light condensed into a ball.

A vague red figure half-squatted on the ground, countless clusters of red light converged and smashed towards him, crackling and chaotic, and after his body was hazy and formed, he finally slowly raised his head and looked at this stone tablet that he was familiar with and unfamiliar with.

Every ray of red light crashes into his body, sending a small amount of power to himself.

Hou Qing wiped his face expressionlessly, and the red light was wiped out by a wipe, revealing the face of a "great general Jane".

He raised his head and looked at the shattered names on the immortal monument, thinking that it should be an honor for these cultivators with fragile Dao hearts to be able to turn into nourishment for themselves, even if they died.

Hou Qing clenched his fists with some difficulty.

His gaze drifted blankly.

Moved to the left hand.

A thumb is missing from the left hand.

He couldn't see the slightest expression, but in his mind, he thought of the young man in ink who jumped high, his soul power drummed in his sleeves, and finally the soul power and long sword merged into one.

There was another figure in his mind, which coincided with him.

The two figures, comparing the two, finally slowly came together and became a person.

When Hou Qing saw the real dragon, his heart was shocked, and he once thought that it was the man who beat himself half to death and laid down eight or nine immortal seals to imprison himself in the wasteland, and returned here.

The existence that calls himself the "overlord" can be robbed by one person.

And although that true dragon was powerful, it was far from the level of the overlord back then, not to mention that the cultivation of the young man in lotus clothes was humble, if he was outside the monument, he was just a weak cultivator in the nine-rank realm.

Hou Qing took a deep breath, thinking of the prevalent "reincarnation" theory in the world, and felt angry in the bottom of his heart.

He looked at the immortal monument.

Later, he took control of the stele, and the first person to kill was this young man in lotus clothes who resembled the overlord back then.

He and him, too much like him.

If there is a reincarnation theory......

"What has forced you here is indeed the reincarnation of the 'Overlord'. ”

Suddenly, a cold voice came, and the hair on Hou Qing's back was upside down, and he turned around suddenly, and saw a porcelain-like young man's face almost close.

The Demon Dao Patriarch's pupils shrank, and his palm suddenly lifted up, pressing on the porcelain boy's cheek, bursting with energy.

But it was as if it was pressed on the air, and it pierced through in an instant.

Not an entity?

Is it too empty?

Hou Qing squinted, and heard the latter smile in a casual tone and said, "Wow, don't be in a hurry." Rest assured, I'm not the yin and yang weirdo in Fengxue Silver City, and I don't have the ability to stop you from taking the immortal tablet. ”

The second little master of the Zhong family smiled unabated, and paused and said: "You don't have to worry about which living immortal I am who jumped out halfway, now the number of powerful cultivators in the South China Sea are all trapped in the immortal tablet, and Wei Qi, the only great master of Zhongwei Peak, is also at the point where his soul is severely damaged, and it is good to have spare strength to protect himself." As for me, I'm just a living dead who should have died a long time ago, and time stood still here, and I stopped at the moment when I was about to die. ”

After hearing this, Hou Qing slowly turned his head and continued to stare at the immortal monument, no longer paying attention to this Zhong Er phantom who had no entity and would not have any impact on him.

The second master of the Zhong family seems to have guessed this scene a long time ago.

He was unhurried, and continued with a smile: "Hou Qing, the ancestor of the Demon Dao, the puppet ancestor, tsk, what a big name, back then, the puppet army under his hands was immortal and indestructible, if he was dispatched, it could almost be comparable to any branch of the Taoist sect and Buddhism, and one person was a sect." ”

Hou Qing's face was expressionless, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the person chattering behind him.

For him, the top priority was how to take the stele that had been his own.

This "monument to the sea" ...... I've been on earth for too long.

Originally, it was a treasure of the Demon Sect, but it was worshiped by countless people, and it was washed by the righteousness of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. Now the countless cracks that have bloomed on the surface of the stele are the ones that Hou Qing used to use his magical powers to displace the wisps of human qi one by one, so that he could regain control of the strings.

"You can't take this monument. ”

The man behind him smiled brightly.

Hou Qing narrowed his eyes and was about to make a move.

"What, you think I'm noisy and want to kill me?" The second master of the Zhong family smiled shyly: "Use the soul power method? A very unfortunate news: the soul power method is useless to me." If you want to be quiet in your ears, either you take away the immortal monument, and this ghost gate space collapses, and I just 'end my life', or you cut off two ears, and there is no other way. If you don't believe me, you can try to let go of the qi of the world, and then take away this monument, there is nothing else here, time is infinite, you can put it for a hundred years, ten thousand years, and you can't let go of the qi of the world. ”

Hou Qing was very patient and tried to release the shallow human qi inside the immortal monument.

Sure enough.

The vast and innumerable breath of the world, at this moment, makes Hou Qing inevitably a little desperate.

And what is unbelievable is that within the immortal monument, the speed of replenishing the qi of the world is far greater than the speed at which it is released.

Hou Qing took a deep breath, turned around, suppressed his anger, and looked at the porcelain boy floating in front of him, pressing his knees.

"Hello. My name is Zhong Er. The porcelain boy smiled and said: "Introduce yourself, I am the number one traitor in the South China Sea, if it weren't for me, you would still be pressing under the wasteland, and it won't be long before Wei Qi comes out of the customs and unites several great masters to make a move, you will be ground into a handful of ashes by the eight or nine immortal seals, and the mountain lord should be kind enough to set up a tombstone for you, but even if it is another hundred years, your grave grass will grow to ten zhang high, and there will be no descendant of the Demon Dao to give you a stick of incense." ”

Hou Qing's face was gloomy.

The second master of the Zhong family smiled and said, "Have you ever thought about a problem. ”

"Even if you take the Immortal Tablet and become the owner of the Immortal Tablet again, what can you do?"

Hou Qing's face was indifferent.

"The heir of the Void is still waiting in the wasteland, what about everyone in this tablet that you can control?" Zhong Er's voice was not loud, and he was heart-wrenching: "The person who chased and killed you just now, you can also see that he is the reincarnation of the overlord." And he is not in cause and effect, he is in a hurry, he can take the soul of Jizo Bodhisattva and those demons to escape from the Canghai Monument together. ”

"Outside the Canghai Monument, it is the old monster of Yincheng who is waiting for the rabbit. The second master of the Zhong family said lazily: "You have the Canghai Monument, and you can't solve the urgent need." ”

Zhong Er's tone was subdued, with a hint of playfulness: "Think about it, when you come out to mix, you always have to pay it back." After playing with the city lord of Yincheng, he came out of the Canghai Monument, and he was going to be cut in half by someone else's sword. ”

Hou Qing was expressionless and looked at Zhong Er.

He smelled a familiar smell in this porcelain boy's body.

It is the breath that belongs to the "puppeteer".

A "puppeteer", a truly powerful and clever "puppeteer", only needs to do one thing.

Playing with people's hearts.

Hou Qing knew what this porcelain boy was talking about.

From the first sentence, Zhong Er has been guiding himself in a certain direction.

I have to admit that Zhong Er is right.

Even if he recaptured the "Canghai Monument", the reincarnation of the overlord insisted on escaping from this place with a few young demonic spirits, and he couldn't do anything about it.

And he has just broken the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals, and now he has cultivated to one out of ten, even if he has the Canghai Tablet in his hand, he does not have the slightest chance of winning in the face of the Taixu heir who is in his heyday.

Hou Qing silently estimated.

His own cultivation, even if he recaptures the Canghai Monument, he can only restore to the realm of the Great Grandmaster.

No way.

Too much difference.

Zhong Er smiled and said, "Master Zu, let's ...... It's time to make a deal. ”

"The most powerful cultivator in the South China Sea is my master Venerable Wei Qi. ”

"That Silver City City Lord is certainly very strong, but in the land of the South China Sea, he is a doppelganger, with three puppets, and he is by no means my master's opponent. ”

"But what...... My master, something is wrong now. ”

"I've been locked here for a long, long time, and you know it's a bad feeling, so...... I also want to enjoy the outside air and experience what it's like to be a great practitioner who everyone respects. ”

Zhong Er paused and said with a smile: "Contemptible people are not talented, the skill of controlling strings is not as good as that of Master Zu, and I need Master Zu to do a small favor, but after the matter is completed, the control of the master's body, I will reluctantly give you a stick of incense, it will not be long, but kill the city lord of Yincheng...... Definitely not a problem. ”

Zhong Er smiled brightly.

He smiled softly and spoke.

"Help me, you will reign in the world, and when you become your Demon Dao Patriarch in the future, I wish you a long life and a hundred years of worry-free. ”

"If you don't help me, you will accompany me to die in this ghost gate dojo, and if you dare to go out of the stele, it will be a dead end. ”