Canghai Monument Space.

Hou Qing's face was expressionless, staring at the little second master of the Zhong family suspended in front of him, the porcelain boy who looked smiling and full of spirits, sat cross-legged, and stretched a big lazy waist at the moment: "What's the matter?"

Hou Qing suddenly smiled: "How do you want me to help you?"

For the human cultivator in front of him, playing the so-called "demagoguery" in front of him, Hou Qing had no waves in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

Show amateur skills in front of an expert.

The Lord of Yincheng City did his best, worked hard, and finally paid the price of damaging half of his soul, and did not get the slightest benefit from himself, not to mention the young man in front of him who looked extremely immature.

Thinking of this, Hou Qing sat firmly on the Diaoyutai in his heart and looked at Zhong Er calmly.

The corners of Zhong Er's lips curled slightly, and he said softly: "Since I want to trade, I'll show a little sincerity first." ”

He stretched out a finger and lightly pointed to the "Canghai Monument".

"This immortal tablet has been washed in the world for so many years, and the accumulated karma is profound, and it has been entangled by cause and effect for a long time. Zhong Er lowered his eyebrows, and there was a hint of inexplicability in his tone: "If you look closely, you may be able to see some clues." ”

After hearing this, Hou Qing squinted his eyes and walked towards the stone stele.

This Demon Dao Ancestor didn't rush to raise his hand and rubbed the stone tablet with his own hands.

He put his hands behind his back, his mind on his back.

He couldn't trust the young spirit behind him.

That young man's body is illusory, but the things in the world are real and false, and it is difficult to distinguish the real from the false, who knows if he will suddenly burst out in the next moment, and come up with a so-called "black under the lamp"?

Too Void...... has the ability to cross the "virtual and real".

If the porcelain boy behind him plotted against him, when he couldn't suppress his killing intent and revealed his body to make a move, it would be his death.

Hou Qing waited patiently for a moment.

The second little master of the Zhong family still looked smiling, but said lightly: "Master Zu, you look at the monument, what do I have to look at?"

Hou Qing sneered, leaving half a distraction behind him.

The more Zhong Er was like this, the more he didn't dare to let down his vigilance.

Half a distraction came out, and Hou Qing suddenly frowned.

The small wisp of divine thought that he poked out, the moment he came into contact with the "Canghai Monument", was rolled up by an invisible suction, and a hole was torn out in an instant, and then disappeared completely, and it was involved in the core of the crack of the immortal monument, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

A cold wind came from the back of the neck.

"Poof—"

Hou Qing was terrified, and an ominous sign clicked in his heart, and he suddenly turned around and found that the face of the porcelain boy had been silently gathered to the rest of his feet when he had left half of his mind on guard.

What a horrible thing is this?

The second little master of the Zhong family sneered, deliberately pretending to ignore Hou Qing's ghost-like expression, paused for a moment, and said in a very low voice: "Master Zu...... Do you see clearly?"

Hou Qing did not speak.

This Demon Dao Ancestor, who can be called "Tiger Falling Pingyang", has a cloudy and uncertain face at the moment.

The wisp of divine soul just now, the moment it touched the immortal monument, it was torn open by a sharp breath, and a small part of it was ripped away, and it was directly involved in the center of the immortal monument.

That razor-sharp breath......

It's like sword energy.

Hou Qing sensed that his wisp of divine soul was swept into the crack of the immortal monument by the sword qi, as if it was "devoured", and disappeared in an instant.

The loss of this wisp of divine soul is not too big an impact on himself.

And the important thing is ...... What exactly is that sword qi?

The second master of the Zhong family grinned and said: "The Canghai Tablet is yours, you have been in the wasteland all these years, it has been in the world, one has been affected by disasters and the other has been robbed, this tablet has helped many people, and has also accumulated a lot of good karma, which can be regarded as a familiarity with the great cultivators of various eras." Therefore, there is a line between heaven and earth, even if this is a heavy treasure of the Demon Dao, most of it will not be destroyed by the thunderstorm. ”

"As for this sword qi ......"

The second master of the Zhong family deliberately slowed down and lowered his voice.

He restrained his smile: "You take a closer look, the sword qi ...... Where did it come from?"

Hou Qing didn't look back this time.

He stared at Zhong Er, who was only a foot away from him in front of him, and carefully poked out his soul, not touching the stone stele, but wrapping the entire Canghai stele.

He had to be cautious.

From the moment he stepped into the immortal tablet space, he sensed a strange aura.

It's a gut feeling.

The Eight or Nine Immortal Seals have worn out his cultivation to a point where it is better than nothing, and his six senses have been greatly weakened, this once unstoppable big devil actually feels that in this immortal monument space, there is something that makes him feel palpitations.

The monument is its own.

The whole space is my own.

Why is he upset?

The only explanation is the ant in front of me that can't be killed, but it's extremely annoying.

A smile resurfaced on Zhongji's face.

He saw the irritability and disgust in Hou Qing's eyes.

So he didn't just laugh.

And laughed a lot.

......

......

What kind of person is Zhong Er?

As early as the Snow Mist Forest in the Northern Plains, when he met His Royal Highness for the first time, when he let Yi Xiao and Xiao Buyi go, he once said to the little marquis Duan Wuyin.

He was a loner.

More than just a loner.

Or a person who doesn't play cards according to common sense.

You never know how many hole cards he has.

You don't even know how many cards he has.

In this world, no one knows what Zhong Er is thinking and what Zhong Er is going to do.

Even Xiao Tao, the son who has a mind-reading face, this little junior sister with excellent wisdom in the South China Sea, was put on a set by Zhong Er.

All the people who came to the appointment and participated in the South China Sea Holy Meeting were counted by Zhong Er into the bureau.

The situation changed from chaos to clarity, and after the change of the wasteland, His Royal Highness entered the immortal monument, and everything seemed to become clear.

As Zhong Er himself said.

The South China Sea has been weakened to an unprecedented level of weakness.

In order to lure out the unspeakable devil, take advantage of this painstaking and lonely opportunity to create a "wolf into the house", and finally plot to kill Hou Qing.

It's true...... Is that so?

His Royal Highness believed.

So there is this scene today.

And then...... has what Zhong Er said to Hou Qing just now.

He wants to use Hou Qing's hand to completely control his master's body, get out of the ghost gate dojo, and ascend to the sky in one step.

Skinning with tigers.

Zhong Er has this courage, this courage, and this qualification.

He plays with people's hearts wantonly.

And enjoy the process.

Hou Qing, who had sensed the entire immortal monument with his divine soul, had already understood the reason why Zhong Er was able to negotiate with him.

The sword qi that swallowed his own soul came from the crack at the core of the immortal monument.

There...... There is a sword.

A sword that didn't belong here, but was stuck in the center of the stele.

One, the Sword of Illusion.

"The art of controlling strings seems to be difficult to practice, but if you really understand it, then everything in the world can be strings. Zhong Er said softly: "A grass and a tree, a rain and a frost, a word, a word, are all 'strings'." ”

"This sword is illusory, and it has been sixteen years since it was inserted into the immortal tablet. ”

"I've been here for more than 10 years. ”

"The immortal tablet is not familiar with me, because he has lived much longer than me. ”

Zhong Er smiled and said, "But this sword is very familiar with me, because I came with it almost together." ”

Hou Qing narrowed his eyes and looked at the illusory sword.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and it was extremely greedy, devouring all the breath that touched the immortal monument.

Such a sword, inserted from outside the immortal monument, continuously absorbs the heroic qi of the world, and the sword intent embryo has been cultivated.

What a sword this must be?

If it is pulled out, the cause and effect that is devoured within the Purple Mansion will be created, and then fed back.

Hou Qing's eyes were already a little hot.

Zhong Er smiled very appropriately and said, "You can't move the immortal monument, this place is all the qi of the world, and it is incompatible with you." ”

"But I can. ”

"I can manipulate the immortal monument because I came before you, and this sword is the 'string' in my hand. ”

The voice fell.

There was silence.

Hou Qing took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and carefully looked at this human cultivator who had the courage to negotiate a deal with him.

Puppet masters have always been an extremely rare system of practice outside of ancient times.

This lineage, the great cultivators who really spread in the world, are all similar to the teachers of a country, or the identity of a hermit behind the curtain.

The puppets control the strings, and those who are really talented to step into the cultivation vein are all unique geniuses, ghost talents, and geniuses.

This vein is inherited from Houqing.

In an extremely long time, this Demon Dao Patriarch, with his extremely high and strong divine soul attainments, bewitched batch after batch of cultivators, willing to fall into the Demon Dao, and willing to follow himself, and finally was willing to give everything, and was obediently refined into a puppet by himself.

Time is like a knife, countless years have passed, and the traces of those puppets have been erased by time.

Hou Qing thought that when he returned to the world, he would re-form a puppet army of the year, gallop across the land, and kill.

But he never expected it.

Puppet Pulse...... There is an excellent successor like Zhong Er.

The art of string control.

A grass and a tree, a rain and a frost, and even a sentence or a word can become the "string" that manipulates things.

This is an extremely strong technique, which has been slandered, despised and ridiculed, and included in the lowest nine streams.

Too many people steal chickens and rice.

Why?

Because in this world, everything has a "string" that can be manipulated by people.

Big and small things, national and family affairs, the sound of wind and rain, crying and scolding.

Everything has a string, and there is a reason for the sound.

This is a "cause and effect" technique.

Sow the cause and reap the effect.

A puppet master who has truly reached the pinnacle of cultivation does not need the slightest string.

Because between cause and effect, there is no solid line.

The art of controlling strings, this is a technique born for genius.

Zhong Er is such a genius.

In ancient times, the Demon Dao Ancestor calmed his breath, repeated it again and again, and finally suppressed all the thoughts that were surging in his heart.

He looked at Zhong Er, who was smiling.

The puppeteer has a string, and once it is tightened, no one can escape or leave.

This string makes people's hearts.