On the stone stele, the sword qi swirled.

Hou Qing clenched the hilt of the sword, and his complexion changed dramatically.

He subconsciously pulled out the sword.

An illusory sword that was originally rooted in the center of the immortal monument and had not pulled out the slightest bit in sixteen years was actually slowly pulled out by him a small inch away like this.

The invisible silk strings that were on the sword body all broke in an instant!

It's nothing!

Where can there be anything that pulls out the strings of this sword?

The second master of the Zhong family was expressionless, his illusory body was still suspended, but one hand was pressed on Hou Qing's hand that was clenching the hilt of the sword, covering it with five fingers, closing it, and branding the sword together with himself and Hou Qing.

Hou Qing wanted to withdraw but it was too late, the illusory body of the second master of the Zhong family had a great amount of power out of thin air at this moment, suppressing Hou Qing to death.

The realm of the Purple Mansion is no more than soul power.

A small dragon snake drilled out of Zhong Er's sleeve, burning desperately, turning into a vast soul power, shining with great gold, and his face was like a celestial.

Where does this soul power come from?

In the cause and effect of this sea monument, who still has the soul power that can be lent?

Hou Qing looked like a madman, and suddenly thought of the young man in ink who was not in cause and effect that he had met earlier.

Hou Qing's face was hideous, and his voice was heartbreaking: "Are you crazy?!"

The sword aura of this sword was very hot.

When the sword is drawn, inch by inch overflows, boiling the sky.

Hou Qing's divine soul couldn't resist the sword aura when he drew his sword at all, and the face of the Zhong family's junior second master was extremely calm.

He silently sensed the pain that this body hadn't felt for a long time.

It's heartbreaking.

The small borrowed dragon snake pressed all the pieces on his wrist, turned into a soul power entity, and forcibly pressed Hou Qing's hand, so that he had to "take advantage of the situation" to draw his sword.

Zhong Er looked at Hou Qing and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Hou Qing suffered a huge spiritual pain, ahhh

That little wisp of dragon and snake soul power can't last long.

Lose your marbles!

This person named Zhong Er must be crazy!

Isn't he going to refine his master into a puppet!

Isn't it to turn the entire South China Sea upside down!

He wants to live, he wants to live forever, he wants to get rid of this land of misery, how can he make such a move?!

Hou Qing's eyes were scarlet, but there was a thud above his head.

Above the dome, a familiar dragon skull broke through the sky, falling faintly, thousands of miles in the sky, a lotus figure fell with the dragon's head, jumped down at a distance of dozens of zhang, fell thousands of catties, smashed on the ground, and splashed gravel.

His Highness stood up and looked at the stele.

Zhong Er said calmly: "Don't come here, you will be injured by the sword qi by mistake." ”

Yi Xiao nodded calmly.

Zhong Er paused and said, "This wisp of soul power is not enough. ”

His Royal Highness took a deep breath, pressed one hand on the center of his eyebrows, and the dragon, snake, and green lotus appeared together, and in the lotus pond, a fish swung its tail and splashed out a huge drop of water, which looked very slight, but in fact, this water bead occupied an extremely heavy weight.

After His Royal Highness forced out this water droplet, his face was a little pale, he held the water bead with one hand, and the soul power water bead was suspended three feet above the palm of his hand, and with his flick of his fingers, it turned into a streamer, and instantly clicked into Zhong Er's eyebrows.

"Enough. ”

The second master of the Zhong family laughed softly, took out a free hand and slowly rubbed his eyebrows, and in the next moment, the sleeves of the whole person began to burn and boil.

He was originally a weak young man, but at this moment, his clothes were overflowing, and under the flow of the big golden soul power flames, he was like an ancient god covered with armor and holding a sword.

Zhong Er's eyes were shining, reflecting thousands of rivers and mountains.

Zhong Er waved his hand.

Outside the stone stele, a monstrous soul power flame ignited, isolating the little highness from the flames.

The whole stone tablet cracked, and the illusory sword, which he pressed Hou Qing's hand, suddenly pulled out two feet nine.

There is only one last foot left.

Zhong Er slowly turned his head, with a little apology, and said softly to Yi Xiao: "I can't compensate you for the loss of these soul powers. ”

His Royal Highness wanted to speak and stopped.

He was stopped from the soul power flame, and he could only watch the little second master of the Zhong family chuckle lightly, and his momentum was like a rainbow, and he suddenly began to draw his sword.

Bang.

The ancient sword, which was rooted in the depths of the immortal monument, began to speed up the speed of drawing the sword, and it was about to be unsheathed at this moment, extremely excited, showing all its edge.

Zhong Er grabbed Hou Qing's hand, pulled out the sword inch by inch, and stopped abruptly when he was halfway through it, and looked at it carefully.

Zhong Er, who was burning with golden flames all over his body, was not afraid of the fiery edge of this sword at all.

He stretched out a hand and ran it over half of the sword from the bottom up.

A cool sound of sword roaring bloomed along his fingertips, and Zhong Er's heart shook when he heard it.

Hou Qing had no power to resist at the moment, and he, who was "willingly" holding this ancient sword, sensed that there was an irresistible silk thread on this sword, locking himself tightly.

"The most inescapable string in the world is cause and effect. Zhong Er didn't look at Hou Qing's appearance at this moment, and continued to stare at the sword face, watching the crimson sparks jump on the sword surface, and the sword body reflected the painful face of the other person.

"From the moment you hold this sword with your own hands, you are destined to be riddled with cause and effect, and you can't escape or avoid it. ”

"You're right, I did lay out a game. ”

"It's a pity that you counted the beginning, but not the end. ”

Zhong Er was expressionless, and smiled softly: "Master Zu, are you unwilling?"

"I know you still have the last means of saving your life, those puppets are scattered all over the stone tablet in the Purple Mansion Illusion, the Demon Dao string control method is the most difficult, if you want to kill your string control puppet, either take the Demon Sect secret technique, or take the cultivation for stacking hard killing, it is extremely troublesome to deal with, and it is also a disaster to miss one, borrowing the corpse to resurrect the soul can transfer your soul to any puppet, and then escape. ”

"It's a pity ......" The second master of the Zhong family raised his eyebrows, and his tone was calm: "Wait for me to count three, and you can take a look." ”

"Three. ”

And then it was: "One." ”

Hou Qing's pupils contracted suddenly.

He sensed that many of the divine souls that had been scattered by him began to collapse at an extremely fast speed in an instant.

......

......

In the sea monument.

One of the many Purple Mansion Illusions.

A young woman in a green coat with plain sleeves stood with her sword in her hands, frowning.

She has a delicate face, with a cold murderous aura between her eyebrows, if it weren't for a wooden hairpin pinned to the back of her head, she pulled her long hair high, and saved a flower, she would look like a handsome young boy.

She...... From the Holy Island.

Aoki Shrine on the holy island.

There are a total of four would-be demon visitors to the Holy Island.

Before this South China Sea Holy Meeting began, the forces of all parties had already come here before they appeared.

Wang Zhi is one of them.

Take money from others to eliminate disasters for others, receive favors from others, and do things for others.

Wang Zhi has heard of this sentence in the Central Plains, she has a lot of opportunity in the South China Sea, and she will get another even bigger opportunity in the future.

So she waited here for a long time.

The clear voice of a woman in a yellow shirt sounded in the heart lake, and after a great distance, it came slowly, and finally landed in the heart lake.

"Three-"

"One. ”

Wang Zhi frowned, according to the instructions of that son, Xiao Tao, at this moment, she ran the secret technique of the Demon Sect, and instantly raised her sword in her hand.

The puppet person in front of him, whose Dao heart had collapsed and had been eroded by the Demon Dao Soul, was slashed down by her extremely crisp sword and turned into a rain of blood.

There will never be a resurrection.

The entire Purple Mansion Fantasy Realm began to crumble.

At the same time, the remaining three quasi-demons of the Demon Sect Holy Island started a massacre in the Purple Mansion Illusion Realm inside the Canghai Monument.

In the Canghai Monument, there are a total of seventy-two people who were controlled and manipulated by Hou Qing.

Except for these puppets who were controlled by the strings, the rest of the Dao Heart Intact Beings were all powerful cultivators.

After the test of the Purple Mansion Dao Tribulation of the Canghai Monument, a very small number of people with strong Dao hearts have achieved great enlightenment.

Ye Thirteen provided the soul power to tear apart the Purple Mansion Illusion, and Gongzi Xiaotao provided endless mental power.

Qingshi Pan sat in the purple mansion of the Great Banyan Temple, and the whistling sound came from his ears, Ye Shisan tore the space and took his son Xiaotao to his purple mansion.

The Dao Fetus Senior Brother's face was pale, and he was not shallowly injured, and he took out a narrow jade pendant from his arms with trembling hands.

Fell to the ground.

The jade pendant shattered, and the small half of the golden Bodhisattva spirit fluttered out and went straight into the bluestone mouth and nose.

The soul of the three-and-a-half-jizo bodhisattva returns.

Qingshi slowly opened his eyes.

Ye 13 said weakly: "Those cultivators who control the strings are no longer saved, if their subordinates show mercy, they will leave a disaster, and they will be killed." ”

Qingshi nodded lightly and said gently, "I will kill them all." ”

After saying this, Qingshi, who looked like a little novice, slowly stood up, shook his robe, straightened his back, and then turned into the appearance of the young monk in the green robe and delicate again.

There is a flow of incinerated text in both eyes.

Buddhism has six magical powers, and the eyes of heaven are passing.

Qingshi stretched his arms slightly, and saw all the illusions in the entire Purple Mansion.

In the next moment, he stepped out and disappeared into the Great Banyan Temple, appearing in a fantasy somewhere.

He sighed, pressed a hand on the head of his own Buddhist disciple, pressed it lightly, and saw no blood, the Buddhist disciple was pressed by a palm to sit down, and after falling to the ground, his eyes were scattered, and his breath was completely gone, as if he was sitting, and he died a dignified death.

Qingshi's "killing" speed at this moment was several times faster than the four quasi-demon-level young demons from the Holy Island.

Aside from him, the West Demon stood up and struggled out of the Purple Mansion Illusion.

She also began to kill, much faster than Zhiqingshi.

Dongjun, Ren Pingsheng, these people who have the ability to help, all began to kill people across the border.

In the entire Purple Mansion, the situation was reversed in an instant.

Hou Qing's seventy-two divine souls were strangled in a few breaths.

This ancient great devil, the last wisp of divine soul, was locked in the core space of the Canghai Monument.

Every second and every breath was scorched by the scorching sword qi of the scorching sun.

He stared at the porcelain boy in front of him.

Zhong II.

Zhong Er!