Chapter 314 Magical Artifact, Sound Transmission Can Bind Souls
After Qin Sanshui arrived at Wujie and came back, he had cut off the cause and effect in this world.
Because of this, when he was in Wujie, most people in the world would forget him because he was erased by cause and effect.
But now that he is back, the cause and effect has returned to some extent, but it is still much less than that of ordinary people. In other words, he is no different from a dead person in this world.
Even if you borrow destiny, it will not have any impact on yourself.
The same goes for Wujie. Even if the destiny is cut off, it will not be greatly affected.
The critic took a deep breath, finally stopped breathing heavily, became calm, and began to look at Qin Sanshui again.
The breaths in his hands were shot out crazily at this moment, but after the breaths were shot out, they quickly merged into the void and could not be seen by the naked eye.
"Destiny Sword?" Qin Sanshui asked.
"As expected of someone who has been to Wujie. He does know a lot about Wujie's magic. He can even recognize this."
Invisible and shadowless, hiding in heaven and earth, no one knows that a single blow can kill someone!
This is a real killing move, it can be hidden in the void and kill people instantly.
There won't be any wounds on the body, because the knife hurt neither the body nor the soul.
It's life. Cutting off someone's life directly is the most dangerous thing!
And when it blends into the void, it will completely disappear without a trace and be completely invisible.
On the other side, the battle between Killer God and Qin Bailian continued.
The God of Death stood there calmly and calmly, with a sea of blood surging and his whole person filled with hostility.
Every step he took made his hair stand on end, and he subconsciously hoped that this murderous god would be further away from him.
In this world, there are thousands of people with thousands of faces, and although unbounded people have no entity, they also have their own changes and habits.
When they choose a physical body, they will also choose something that suits their fighting habits or personality.
At this time, Wujie's eyes were hollow and cold, and his body was shaking slightly, but as soon as he raised his hand, the ground cracked and the space trembled.
Qin Bailian is not someone to be trifled with. He has been fully prepared for this battle after waiting for thousands of years.
Dodging the attack of the God of Death, he approached directly and grabbed the God of Death's shoulders.
In an instant, his hands exploded with enough strength to penetrate his bones.
If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be crushed to pieces if he withstood this kind of power, but the killing god in front of him was holding on, and the sharp aura on his body was like a knife.
If you look closely, you will see that he is like a huge hedgehog now, and his aura has almost penetrated Qin Bailian's armor.
"Sleeping for a thousand years, but that's it. I think you should continue to sleep and don't be embarrassed here." The God of Death said coldly.
Under Qin Bailian's mask, his eyes flickered, and he actually laughed: "I don't think this is necessarily true."
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly retreated. On the surface, the encounter just now did not cause any harm to the God of Death.
But then the God of Death looked down carefully. He didn't know when, but his whole body was densely covered with black beetles.
These beetles adsorbed on his body, growing in size visible to the naked eye, and gradually attached themselves to the killing god's body like black armor.
"I am not a reckless man. Now I am riddled with poisons. If you touch me, you will be poisoned to death even if you are unbounded!" Qin Bailian said in a deep voice.
At this time, the God of Death concentrated his aura and wanted to release it to shoot down all these black beetles.
But I didn't expect that these insects devoured the breath so quickly. As soon as their own breath was released, they were quickly swallowed.
He couldn't even perform the most basic attack.
For a moment, being entangled by these bugs, I felt like I was in a dilemma.
You can only activate your breath like crazy and wait until the critical point of these insects is reached before you can escape.
But Qin Bailian naturally didn't want to just watch at this time. He rushed forward quickly and punched without saying a word.
Every punch carries a fierce aura, and every move carries killing intent.
Bang bang bang!
As the fist fell, there were sounds of bone cracking coming from the body of the Death God, and many black beetles were directly shaken and fell down by the strong impact, and returned to Qin Bailian's armor.
The tapping action is very fast, and it only takes a few seconds to complete the series of actions.
boom!
With a loud noise, the black beetles were finally pushed away. Under the influence of the breath, each one had grown to extremely large sizes.
But it was precisely because of the impact of the breath that everyone was twitching wildly on the ground. You could see that there were many cracks on their bodies, and it was difficult to get up again.
In such a short period of time, it reached the limit of the black beetle, which shocked Qin Bailian.
After these bugs landed, the body of the God of Death also made loud noises, as if something exploded on his body.
Then he was seen paralyzed on the ground, his body severely deformed.
If he were a normal person, he would have died ten times already.
However, with the murderous aura all over his body, his originally deformed body began to slowly return to its original shape, and he stood up straight again.
This process all happened in an instant. The God of Death moved his body and took a deep breath.
"I really underestimated you. You are so good at using inexplicable little tricks."
Qin Bailian lived a thousand years ago, and to Wujie, the magic of his time was already in decline.
It's just that Qin Bailian himself found a new path and created many new magical techniques.
It can be said that the glory of the subsequent techniques for a period of time was all created by Qin Bailian.
Qin Bailian frowned and looked at his fists.
There were cracks in the armor there, even extending directly to the shoulders.
It can be seen that the few times I waved just now, I poured too much breath into it and it was already very powerful.
But the killing god in front of him didn't appear to be affected at all.
Is it possible that this guy is immortal?
Qin Bailian pondered this, and then continued to rush forward, but this time, he failed to get close.
The God of Death seems to have figured out his fighting habits and has laid a trap.
Beside him, human figures suddenly appeared one after another, all scarlet in color, like evil ghosts from hell.
The ferocity is like a monster, and the evil spirit is like Shura.
These figures held hands, forming a wall, and the bloody aura continued to gather towards the middle.
Gathering from the four sides to the middle, Qin Bailian soon heard a local sound coming from his armor.
These breaths are squeezing themselves, trying to crush themselves into meat patties!
"My aura made you see it, and it was beyond the range of your Gu skills.
Now I also want to see how your aura is, and whether it can break through the critical point of my magic?!"
After saying that, the God of Death pressed his handprints and put on a posture.
He slowly clasped his hands together, pinching the arm that pointed to the sword, and the veins popped out.
Wujie people have always been very arrogant, and they basically perform spells with just a casual move or wave of hand.
To be able to do what you are doing now, you are obviously very serious and have used your real skills!
Qin Bailian looked at the figures in all directions, frowned, and waved his fists, hitting the bloody aura around him.
Dang Dang Dang!
However, with repeated blows, only deep pits and cracks appeared on the ground, and the surrounding sand and gravel beat violently.
The bloody aura has not changed, and his situation has not changed either.
when!
There was another sound from the armor, and the breath was getting closer and closer to his body.
The closer the aura is, the more dangerous your situation becomes, because the space you can exert your energy is slowly getting smaller. In the end, you will not be able to exert any strength at all, and you can only wait for death in this cage!
Looking at Qin Bailian's movements, the God of Death had a faint smile on his face. This was exactly the scene he was looking forward to.
Keep using your hands.
At this time, Qin Bailian gritted his teeth and banged on the ground, trying to open a path from the ground.
“Ghosts arise from all directions, and evil signs appear everywhere.
Want to run? Think too much! These monsters are not placed around you by me, but they are here because your way out is here!
Therefore, you have no way out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Bailian saw that after he dug a deep pit on the ground, there was a ferocious face in the pit, looking at him with a proud smile.
Huoran stood up and looked up again.
The originally empty space above also showed a terrifying face, staring down at him.
The positions of these monsters follow your own will. Whichever direction you want to run in, you will be bound in that direction!
If you look at it this way, it is a dead end no matter how you look at it!
Bang bang bang!
The aura became denser, the cracks on the armor became more and more numerous, and scarlet blood flowed out of the armor.
Eventually, the armor became tattered, and Qin Bailian, who was being squeezed, looked torn to pieces.
When those ferocious shadows dispersed, blood spattered and the ground was in a mess.
The God of Death shook his head: "A thousand years of waiting will lead to death.
But it is an honor for you to die in my hands."
The live broadcast from the outside world at this time showed the scene of the killing god.
It's so powerful and terrifying that it makes people's hair stand on end.
Golden Requiem: This god of death seems to be the most powerful of the three masters of Unbounded, right?
Nether Maniac: I haven’t introduced him before, but this god of murder has experience in committing crimes in the human world.
White tears: The god of death kills again and again, the orderer is mysterious, the evil god is sinister, and it is dangerous no matter what.
Youthful Troubles: But if Qin Bailian dies now, wouldn’t it mean that the God of Killing has come to earth and piled up corpses in a sea of blood? Although Senior Bailian killed countless people, he did it to protect the Tao and save the common people. To be honest, I feel that we have no
I am not qualified to comment on whether he is right or wrong.
Gotham Duel King: Indeed, after all, we are also part of the people he protects by killing.
Everyone was talking here, and the God of Death slowly walked forward. However, they saw that after the figures dispersed, the blood mess on the ground slowly disappeared.
It's like a mirage dissipating out of thin air, becoming increasingly blurry to the naked eye.
When he was wondering, there was a sharp aura behind him, and a silver figure rushed out, viciously pressing his knee on the back of the God of Death's vest.
At the same time, he used both hands to pull on the arms of the God of Death to control his movements, while the armor of the person behind him made a creaking sound.
The God of Death was a little surprised: "Illusion? You used illusion on me?
when……"
Qin Bailian did not answer, but the flesh and blood in front of him receded like a tide, revealing the true scene.
In the big pit that Qin Bailian had just smashed out, there were actually some broken limbs, but they were not real people, but wooden ones.
The wooden man is about half a meter tall, with various runes carved on his body. The carving is very good, his facial features are lifelike, and his eyes seem to have sparkle.
"How to substitute? When..." The God of Death frowned.
Before he finished speaking, two more figures sprang out from the corner. Their bodies were extremely flexible and they rushed directly from the left and right sides.
One person holds an awl in his hand, and the other person holds a hammer.
The awl is sharp, dark and cold, and seems to be able to pierce into a person's soul.
The hammer is heavy and powerful, as if it can break human flesh and blood.
Looking carefully at their faces, they found that they were Xiao Zhui and Jiang Feng. Xiao Zhui's awl was nailed directly to the chest of the God of Death.
The attack on Qin Bailian's knee just now was quite heavy, almost pushing the God of Death directly out of his body.
After withstanding such a fierce attack, the killing god's aura also briefly dissipated, making it difficult to regroup for a while.
At this time, the small hammer and awl were pressed against the center of the God of Death's chest. Jiang Feng did not say a word and started to move the sledgehammer fiercely.
boom!
When two pieces of metal collide, the sound is not crisp, but rather like something exploding.
Violent ripples spread from the center and impacted wildly around, causing some small stones and other things to fly directly.
Let's talk about Tang Sanmu's side. The man in front of him was waving the wicker in his hand, looking careless.
But after waving a few times, Tang Sanmu suddenly felt that his body was extremely heavy, and it was difficult to move for a moment, unable to move at all!
Tang Sanmu quickly retreated, his face turned pale. After taking a few steps back, the heavy feeling almost made it difficult for him to move forward.
It felt like I was carrying a heavy mountain on my back.
The Evil God had a grim look on his face and shook his head slightly: "In this human world, you are always said to be strategizing, but don't you even have this bit of judgment?"
Tang Sanmu frowned. Although his body could not move, he could still speak: "One sound moves the universe, and hundreds of qi move with the rhythm.
Anyone watching you wave a willow branch will focus on the branch itself.
Unexpectedly, the willow branch is not the killing move, the key is the sound each willow leaf makes in the void.
Listen carefully, it's like a hundred ghosts crying, and the sound of every willow leaf seems to be telling a story.
It was just blocked by the sharpness of the wicker, which affected my judgment.
If I guess correctly, this is the soul-soothing music, the soul-binding song."
Invisible locks bind not the body, but the soul.
At this time, although Tang Sanmu looked like there was nothing on the outside, in reality it was extremely heavy.
It was clearly visible that Tang Sanmu had stepped on several clear footprints on the land, which was beyond the reach of his own weight.
The evil god nodded: "It's a bit clever, but now it seems like it's a bit doomed, isn't it?
My soul is bound and my life is in danger. I didn't expect that Tang Sanmu, the hope of Kyushu, would die in my hands so easily.
It seems that the so-called strength is false."
"After all, you can't compare to the gods, you want to say that, right?" Tang Sanmu looked at the evil god seriously and interrupted him.