"What kind of skill is this? It's so scary, a living god..." Qiu Bicheng said nervously.
Old Qiqi answered for me: "He was hit by a spell in the Demon Palace, called the 'Corpse Dissolution Punishment'. It seems that the ritual he just mentioned will open the Demon Palace. Because of this, the demons in the Demon Palace
You can already control this person's mind as you wish."
Having seen the punishment of the iron book is already very terrifying, but the punishment of dissolving the corpse is even more frightening. The living corpse possessed by the spiritual master has bones in its hands and its eyes have fallen off.
All the souls that he had just accepted floated out. Sun Weiming hurriedly used the transcendental Buddhist method to send the souls into the spirit-releasing bottle.
The body of the living corpse possessed by the spirit summoner was almost rotten. The cursed stick shot out a beam of light and hit the spirit summoner's chest directly. With a bang, his whole body exploded.
Old Man Qiqi said: "This Demon Palace is so ruthless, it uses this method to control people."
Sun Weiming shouted: "It's not the masterpiece of your disciples!"
Old Qiqi blushed and asked the five-clawed golden eagle: "Can you tell me, who is your master?"
"Patterned Eagle Qianfeng Guest."
"I knew it, I haven't fought with him for a long time." Old Man Qiqi said as he touched the toad's head.
He is familiar with the master of the five-clawed golden eagle? Could it be that this tattooed eagle Qian Fengke is also a Turin primitive?
The five-clawed golden eagle spoke slowly: "Master has been dead for tens of thousands of years."
"You, you, you are talking nonsense!" Old Qiqi suddenly became mad.
The five-clawed golden eagle lowered its head and said, "Why should I lie?"
Old Qiqi danced with his hands and feet and shouted: "You are talking nonsense, he...how could he die? It is impossible."
"Old Qiqi, don't be so excited, there's no one who won't die." Sun Weiming tried to smooth things over.
Old Qiqi sat slumped on the ground, shaking his head and muttering to himself: "Could it be that the treaty was broken? How is it possible? He wouldn't die in Turin even if he died, and "Three Days" wouldn't dare to collect his soul at will!"
"Is the tattooed eagle Qian Fengke also a primitive person from Turin?" Sun Weiming asked.
Old Man Qiqi ignored him and continued to sit blankly. At this time, Mrs. Yunxiu had woken up, trembling all over and yelling, as if she was overly frightened.
"Madam, I am Sun Weiming, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Yunxiu must have been horribly humiliated, and she may have witnessed the misery of her subordinates with her own eyes. She suddenly burst into tears. The graceful and luxurious image of the owner of the village was different from what he is now.
The appearance is completely different.
Sun Weiming and the others could only comfort her. After she replied and Sun Weiming returned Qin Chenghai's diary, she told Sun Weiming and the others about the tragedy that had happened to Zhuzhuang.
"Fu Ti tried every means to break up Qin Chenghai and I. In fact, I knew it in my heart, but as a stepmother, I could only tolerate it again and again. Later, I realized that Fu Ti was not innocent, but I didn't dare to tell Qin Chenghai, so I stayed
I left clues for Qin Chenghai to investigate on his own. Unexpectedly, Qin Chenghai chose to escape." Yunxiu sighed softly, with infinite emotion.
She continued: "He was caught between me and Fu Yi, unwilling to face reality, and finally developed a relationship with Feng Liejun. At that time, I really didn't know what to do."
Sun Weiming said: "It seems that Qin Chenghai left Mingxin Lake because he couldn't stand the suffering in his heart."
Everyone comforted Mrs. Yunxiu. She was really a pitiful person. Her husband was killed with four swords and four swords, her daughter was a bad guy, and all her subordinates died tragically.
At this time, Qiu Bicheng suddenly shouted: "Come and take a look, there is an image of Madam on the wall of the darkroom where Madam Yunxiu was nailed just now!"
Everyone hurried to the darkroom, and sure enough, there was a picture of Mrs. Yunxiu carved on the wall, which was lifelike, as if she was still nailed to a shelf.
At this time, Mrs. Yunxiu kept wailing, and Sun Weiming hurriedly checked her body, but there was nothing abnormal. I just heard her whisper in my ear: "It's over, the rotten girl ritual has been completed."
"What is the fujoshi ritual?" Sun Weiming asked.
Mrs. Yunxiu looked at her carved image and roared: "The rotten girl has become a rotten girl, and the devil's palace is about to open."
As soon as she finished speaking, the earth shook violently. The evil that had been hidden for millions of years fell into the Chakravartin Palace. Is it about to be reborn?
Suddenly, Yunxiu's eyes began to bleed, and the blood floated into the portrait's eyes.
"Everyone, I'm sorry. I didn't expect to use my blood to open this closed wall." Mrs. Yunxiu wailed. She held her heart in her hands as she spoke, looking very sad.
"Madam, how do you know?" Qiu Bicheng asked curiously.
Mrs. Yunxiu explained to Sun Weiming and the others: "Because, some part of the memory of the spirit summoner still remains in my mind. They sacrificed it in a cruel way, and then used his soul to enter my body to control the fujoshi ritual."
, my blood has become the key to open the devil's palace... It's too late, this wall is about to open."
As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful voice appeared from behind the secret door portrait wall.
The "boom" continued, the wall collapsed, and behind the wall was the Demon Palace.
No one thought that there was such a large palace hidden at the bottom of Mingxin Lake. This palace was not a pyramid or a skull tower, but an oversized cylindrical column with a diameter of at least one kilometer.
The large cylindrical door turned out to look like Shai Mu Luo's face was swollen. The mouth of Shai Mu Luo's image was the entrance to the Demon Palace. The thick white teeth were lifelike, and dozens of pearls were slowly rotating around the big mouth.
Illuminating the vestibule of the Enchanted Palace.
"I've never seen it before, living god." Qiu Bicheng spoke first. This scene was indeed very strange.
Old Man Qiqi shook his toad head and said, "Who is this person? He is not the God of Desire."
It seems that when old man Qiqi was imprisoned for "three days", Xinyu Shen had not yet become a big deal, and even he did not know one of the generals under Xinyu Shen.
Sun Weiming stared at the entrance statue and said, "This man's name is Black Screen Luo. He is the master of the Wheel-turning Demon Palace and has served as a subordinate of the Great Demon God."
"Who is the Great Demon God?" Old Man Qiqi asked.
"He is your beloved disciple, with a lustful heart." As soon as Sun Weiming said these words, not only the old man Qiqi was frightened, but also Lei Tian was frightened.
"He...he is...the great devil's master, the living god..." Qiubicheng pointed at old man Qiqi, and when he spoke, his upper and lower teeth were still knocking against each other, showing great fear.
Old Man Qiqi's electric fireball flashed back and forth, with a malicious look, and deliberately made a strange sound of "hehehehe". Sun Weiming directly knocked him down and shouted: "You old man, you are not afraid of being imprisoned.
It's you who is causing everyone no peace."
Old Qiqi whined, and everyone was still making trouble for him. Sun Weiming was about to walk towards the Demon Palace, when suddenly the five-clawed golden eagle said: "Master, there is a forbidden light wall in front of you, don't move forward."
Taking a closer look, there was a very faint red shadow between the black image and the crowd.
Mrs. Yunxiu knelt down in pain and pointed at the red shadow wall: "That's my blood, that's the key to the fujoshi ritual."
When everyone was astonished, suddenly, a ball of black air came out of Heimao Luo's big mouth, and it hit Sun Weiming and the others. Old Man Qiqi stuck out his tongue quickly, and a disk opened in front of everyone.