The core space of the Canghai Monument.

Two sets of soul power flames, with Zhong Er as the center of the circle, were blazing and monstrous, turning into two semi-circular arc-shaped fire walls, and after closing the end and end, they were connected into a circle, locking Zhong Er and Hou Qing firmly in the center of the soul power flames.

His Royal Highness stood outside the soul fire, his sideburns blown away by the heat wave, and the wind swept the sparks, splashing in front of his face, and extinguished in an instant.

He lent almost half of the soul power in the lotus pond.

His Royal Highness doesn't care about the title of "the first person with soul power", and he is not a compassionate savior, but lending these soul powers is indeed extremely damaging to him at present.

The second little master of the Zhong family had a calm face, and said softly: "That half of the soul of the Bodhisattva has been sent to the bluestone soul sea, and you and I are two clear." ”

Yi Xiao nodded.

He clasped his hands on his sleeves, stood outside the soul fire, and said softly, "If you have anything to say, I can help you take it out." ”

Zhong Er laughed and snorted, and scolded softly, "Are you looking forward to my death?"

Yi Xiao stopped his mouth and did not speak again.

Heaven and earth are extremely quiet, only the soul fire silently boils, burns, and bursts out.

The second master of the Zhong family restrained his smile, lowered his eyebrows and said, "I don't have anything to say." ”

He turned his head, looked at Hou Qing expressionlessly, and said in a very slow tone: "You're going to die, what do you want to say?"

Hou Qing's eyes were red, one hand was crushed to death by Zhong Er on the hilt of the sword, and the other hand desperately tried to pull open Zhong Er's palm, ten fingers like hooks, but he couldn't pull Zhong Er's pair of porcelain-like jade hands.

Zhong Jiayu's hand.

Zhong Er's face was indifferent, looking at this Demon Dao Ancestor who had lost his cultivation, at this moment, his arms and muscles were bursting up, like a dragon rolling, the whole person was slumped, bending down and smashing his head to the ground, regardless of his demeanor, he raised his head and was drenched in blood, looking at himself with a hideous face, and almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "Why?"

Zhong Er covered his second hand, and the whole person remained levitated.

He whispered, "There is no why. ”

Hou Qing's two hands were crushed and locked, and the whole person seemed to be hanging on the ancient sword, his eyes widened, and it was inevitable that under Zhong Er's strength, he pulled out the ancient sword inch by inch.

Every time he pulled out a small inch of the sword body, Hou Qing's body, which was still complete, would be slashed and shattered by a wisp of sword qi.

Zhong Er is no exception.

The two of them bear this heart-wrenching pain together.

Hou Qing hissed and gritted his teeth and said: "You and I share the pain of drawing the sword, inch by inch, but why is it here? I know you want to kill me, but if you pull out this sword, you will definitely die, and I may not." ”

Zhong Er turned a deaf ear, and his hand holding the sword tightened.

Hou Qing actually squeezed out a smile.

He looked at Zhong Er with a maniac smile, obviously that face was ruthless to the extreme, but Hou Qing seemed to see a madman.

He laughed and said, "You madman, you don't want to live at all?"

The laughter rolled up like a wind, shaking the monstrous soul and trembling.

Zhong Er nodded slowly.

Hou Qing looked up to the sky and smiled, the laughter was sad, the cloak was scattered, and the long hair danced wildly. It looks terrible.

He stared at Zhong Er, as if he had given up resistance, and let the scorching sword qi enter the heart and lungs of this body, sensing one pain after another falling on his limbs and hundreds of bones, and then swept wildly.

Hou Qing's face calmed down.

In this battle for string control, in the end, I lost after all.

After all the calculations, it was lost at the hands of a madman.

That madman wasn't a string controller at all.

Controlling the strings is the layout, and he is the game-breaker.

Hou Qing smiled silently and self-deprecatingly.

What Zhong Er put in front of him was a frank and unscrupulous conspiracy.

If he hadn't calculated so much, he wouldn't have fallen on top of the last conspiracy.

His killing game turned out to be just a small link.

The second master of the Zhong family said calmly: "You think about people's hearts too complicated. ”

Hou Qing was a little confused.

"Why do I want to get out alive?"

"Why do I have to kill my comrades, for the sake of so-called creation?"

"Why can't I just die here?"

Zhong Er spoke very slowly, very slowly: "Why...... In the end, can't I die with you?"

The ancient sword was drawn slowly.

Even if Hou Qing no longer resists, it will still take a short time for Zhong Er to pull out this sword.

Zhong Er glanced at the ancient sword and said indifferently: "The person who dares to make a deal with the devil is an even more terrifying devil in itself. ”

Hou Qing's fingers trembled uncontrollably.

He is the ancestor of the Demon Dao String Control Technique.

And the porcelain boy in the suspended posture in front of him should be the best Terran puppeteer in thousands of years.

He thought that the final outcome of this battle for string control should be to stand by himself, and the young man fell short and became his own puppet.

He even thought that he might lose to him and become a puppet of the other party.

But that's not the case today.

When the ancient sword was drawn, it was the time when the souls of the two were scattered.

And Zhong Er's expression was very calm, unmoved at all, and he still maintained a steady posture of drawing his sword, as if he had expected such a death for a long time.

He was waiting for death.

Hou Qing felt that the Terran boy in front of him said well.

He is a devil who is more terrible than himself.

This Demon Dao Ancestor couldn't guess what Zhong Er was thinking in his heart.

He couldn't figure it out.

There are a thousand rules in this world.

Zhong Er has a thousand and one ways to break the rules.

Unruly, unreasonable.

The final moment of drawing the sword -

Hou Qing suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "I really can't figure it out-"

"The canary in the birdcage must want to break through the cage and fly out. ”

"The living dead in a coffin must want to stand up and look at the world again. ”

Once upon a time, that was it.

Freedom and eternal life are what all people seek.

Zhong Er stared at Hou Qing.

Hou Qing's face was covered with blood, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't understand it, and finally gritted his teeth: "What did I say wrong?!"

Zhong Er said calmly: "You are right. ”

"But I'm tired of it. ”

Draw your sword suddenly—

Countless fragments of memory snapped together like gears in Zhong Er's mind, and with the action of drawing his sword, countless sparks burst out in an instant, burning the prairie in an instant, turning into a blazing fire dragon with its head held high and claws, swallowing Zhong Er and Houqing into his belly.

Soul Burst -

......

......

Tiannan and Haibei, on both sides of the Qi River.

Zhong Er once relied on the mental power of Gongzi Xiaotao and the soul power of Ye Thirteen to control those string-controlling puppets.

These days, the people in the north and south of the South China Sea are ordinary and ordinary, but they are the largest intelligence network in the South China Sea.

They may close their eyes one time and then they won't wake up again.

Because of the technique of controlling strings, a person named Zhong Er lived in their bodies.

A certain young master of the Wu family, a young monk of the White Horse Temple, and the ruffian owner of the Black Wind Village, in the Central Plains, there are too many such people.

These people should have died, but they came back to life, the cynical little second master of the Zhong family, after living in their bodies, laughed and scolded every day when he was dying, and experienced a variety of different lives.

Zhong Er was thinking at the moment.

Hou Qing is quite right.

"The canary in the birdcage must want to break through the cage and fly out. ”

"The living dead in a coffin must want to stand up and look at the world again. ”

That's been it for a long time.

If it weren't for Shizun, not Ye Shisan, and not for the little junior sister, he wouldn't have a chance to start over.

Take a look at what the world is really like.

Countless fragments of memory were connected in the mind of the second master of the Zhong family, close together, crumbling little by little, bright as fireworks.

Zhong Er smiled lightly and said, "It's so beautiful." ”

I have crossed mountains, rivers and seas, and I have also crossed mountains and seas.

Thousands of miles of snowfield, yellow sand desert, Qiliang Northern Wei Dynasty, rivers and lakes temples.

What's the regret?

Zhong Er shook his head and pulled out the ancient sword.

That illusory sword, when it was unsheathed, was immense, and the narrow sword light lit up the sky.

The entire immortal monument world roared loudly and crumbled.

It's like the end of the world.

Zhong Er was suspended behind Hou Qing, the two of them were almost close to each other, he slowly raised the ancient sword, aimed the tip of the sword at himself, and slowly stabbed in.

The ancient sword entered Houqing's chest first, slowly inched, and finally pierced through the back of Zhong Er's heart.

Zhong Er's body burned with blazing soul fire.

He stared at the horizon in the distance.

When the end of the immortal tablet world was approaching, a white-clothed figure stepped through the hole in the sky.

He drew his sword.

And the man came as promised.

to take the sword.

Zhong Er smiled, he turned his head and said calmly to His Royal Highness, "Take care of my sister." ”

......

......

Under the big banyan tree.

Ye Shisan suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his lips, and after a dull cough, blood slowly oozed from the gap between his five fingers.

His face was pale, and his throat was rolling.

The vitality that he provided to Zhong Er was cut off in an instant.

Ye 13 lowered his head and went to look at the little junior sister.

The girl in the yellow shirt in the wheelchair did not speak, her eyes were moist, and then two lines of tears slowly fell from her cheeks.

She looked up and took a deep breath.

The collapse of the immortal monument inevitably affected the many purple mansion illusions in the immortal monument.

The collapse of the purple mansion one by one is like a dream bubble.

Those who are controlled by Hou Qing, those who die can't die anymore.

It shows that the two top string controllers in the world have already decided the winner.

It also decided life and death.

Her voice was extremely soft, like a ghostly fire floating in the air, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Senior brother, do you know?"

Ye 13 looked at Gongzi Xiaotao.

"I once asked Shizun who was the most proud disciple. ”

She smiled in a trembling voice.

"It's not you, it's not me. ”

There was a pause.

"That man...... Let's go. ”

Inside the Namhae Cave House.

The thousand-year-old quiet room has bright stone walls.

The chess master aged a lot overnight, his temples were pale, and his eyes were dim.

This Great Grandmaster of the South China Sea slowly opened his eyes and woke up from the state of recuperating his soul.

The puppet who served his daily life maintained the action of serving tea, carefully squatting beside him, the tea cup in both hands rose hot, and he kept warm all the time, waiting for him to open his eyes, and handed over the tea.

The chess master knew that the puppet would never hand the tea again.

He walked to the innermost part of the ashram.

In the innermost part of the ashramum, there was a sarcophagus, the lid of which was half-lifted to cover half of the face of the person lying in the coffin.

With some difficulty, the chess master removed the lid of the entire sarcophagus and quietly looked at the face of the person inside.

It was a high-spirited young face.

The young man's eyes were extremely bright, and there was a sly smile on his face.

The chess master moved softly, stretched out a hand, and hovered over Zhong Er's face.

He paused for a moment, then went back on.

When he removed his palm again, the young man who closed his eyes smiled at the corner of his lips.

What is dripping.

"Click".

smashed on the boy's face, and then rose like smoke.

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