Ye Wuque slapped on his palm and Jin Sheng was indeed a little confused. He shook his head and turned his gaze to Ye Wuque. The last trace of struggle in his eyes disappeared, and then it became empty and sad. Tears could not stop flowing out, and a strange smile was still on the corner of his mouth.

"Woooo, I am guilty. I shouldn't live in this world. I can atone for my sins if I die, woooo..."

Jin Sheng started to struggle with nonsense, and he was very strong. He felt like he had taken Dali Pills, and the blue veins on his forehead stormed, struggling to climb towards the monster's resentment and fog.

But even if he used all his strength to feed, he was not Ye Wuque's opponent, and was tightly held back by Ye Wuque.

'"Let me go, I want to forgive my sins, I want to die..."

Jin Sheng had tears in his eyes, but his face was fierce. He began to scratch Ye Wuque and even bit Ye Wuque hard.

If it weren't for Ye Wuque's second acquired mirror, after refining the skin, the bones and marrow, the skin and flesh would be as tough as elephant skin, and Jin Shengsheng would have bitten a bite of the flesh.

"It's useless. He has been confused by evil words. Ordinary means have no effect at all. You must use something terrifying or awakening the soul. The sour scholar uses the power of your poetry, painting bamboo and stone to control the monster. Don't let it continue to confuse the people. And you come to ask the holy words. I will find a way to separate the resentful soul of this monster from the resentment..."

Li Chengye said, "When he recited the Taoist scriptures, his voice was suffocating and had a special charm. The Taoist sound was in panic, and his spirit was shocked when he fell into the ears of everyone."

"Zi Buyu: The strange power and chaos of the gods..."

Zhao Siliang held Jin Sheng's head with both hands, and was so talented that he spoke like a river. He invited the Confucian Bible scriptures. This is to invite the saint's words and the words of the saints. They have the achievements of the holy path. They speak amazingly and have all kinds of incredible magical effects.

The words of a saint are effective in educating sentient beings. Legend has it that a saint can make foolish people open up, but people's hearts are refined, and their words can be even more powerful.

"ah……"

Jin Sheng's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was extremely weird, half ferocious, and half dazed. As Zhao Siliang kept asking for the holy words, he let out a scream that was not as good as a human could make, and he fell into a coma.

"Huh... this monster is really resentful. These many holy words have driven away the rumors that this monster is confusing. Brother Ye, I hope you can find the monster's resentful soul within the scope of the poem "Bamboo and Stone".

Your skills are as good as me, and your qi, blood, martial arts, and masturbation are the most restraining evil and evil things. The monster dares not approach you easily. I will try to dispel the thick resentment and fog, and then join you, and cooperate inside and outside to destroy the resentful soul of the monster. You don’t have to worry about the safety of this guy and Miss Qu, as my aura will not disperse, and this armor will not be destroyed."

Zhao Siliang's eyes were full of solemnity. Ordinary monsters confuse the public. He asked a few words of holy words to make the confused people awake. However, he asked a dozen words of holy words to disperse this monster. It was obviously extremely difficult.

"Brother Zhao, I'm just waiting for your words, but I'm suffocating to death."

Ye Wuque took a step forward and squeezed his fists tightly, which was a chance to show his fists. It was so frustrating to look at him like this.

"Wuque, be careful and never act irritated." Qu Baiqiu quickly grabbed Ye Wuque's corner of his clothes, biting his lips with his teeth, looking worried. She wanted to speak but stopped, but she couldn't speak. She couldn't help Ye Wuque taking risks.

Ye Wuque's heart moved and patted Qu Baiqiu's palm, giving her a reassuring look and smile.

Her worried eyes could always melt Ye Wuque's heart. Whenever he was injured, Qu Baiqiu's worried and painful eyes could make his heart tangle together.

"Okay, Brother Ye is worthy of being a martial artist, and he is brave enough to be brave. The brave are fearless." Zhao Siliang praised and indulged in a deep voice: "Brother Ye, when you are in this thick fog of resentment, you must remember to stick to your original heart and try your best to stimulate your own blood and energy. Maybe you don't know now that this body of masculine qi and blood is the strongest power."

Ye Wuque nodded after hearing this and stepped into the fog of resentment.

The great way is hard, and the cultivation of living beings is not easy, and it is much more difficult than that of people with all spirits. The monster has been practicing hard for a hundred years and has gone through countless hardships and life and death disasters. He finally has the chance to attain enlightenment, but the Jin family has revealed the Tao in one word. The prototype of the meeting, and the hatred and resentment in his heart can be imagined.

This monster has the foundation of the great way and its shell has declined, but its resentful soul is immortal. It is driven by the resentment in the heart. Not only has it not been destroyed for a hundred years, but the resentful spirits gathered deep resentment, which is even better than before.

If it weren't for the harm of human life and the power of the heavenly punishment was greatly damaged, Ye Wuque and others would have no way to subdue it.

Ye Wuque stepped into the fog in one step, and when he looked at it, he was left with only a lot of scare fog, with visibility less than one meter. The fog was fascinating and despised.

"Brother Ye, remember to keep your heart important and not make resentment confusing your mind. In addition, let me help you, you can follow my poems, paintings, bamboos and stones."

Zhao Siliang's voice came, feeling solemn.

Immediately afterwards, pillars of varying sizes and thicknesses suddenly formed beside Ye Wuque's side. At first, three or two of them stood quietly. The green bamboos were rooted in the stone mountain and saw a faint green light on their body, dispelling the thick fog.

By the way, one life is two, two life is three, and three life is thousands of times, the thick fog in front of us actually grew into a bamboo forest, rising and falling with the mountains. The bamboo forest was wrapped in fog, as if morning light was coming, illuminating the faint mist, and the sun shone into a shattered seven-colored light.

The mighty wind blows, and the bamboo leaves fall gently, the light and shadow, the wind moves, and the pillars move, all of which are vivid, as if he is really in the bamboo forest.

"No, this is not true. Don't be confused by your mind." Ye Wuque looked at the quiet scenery, and the tension in his heart was dispelled bit by bit, and he became relaxed without realizing it.

A flash of inspiration in his head, he suddenly woke up, his heart was cold, and cold sweat burst out from his forehead. If the monster's resentful spirit had just attacked, he would have caught him off guard and would probably suffer a loss.

Fortunately, he followed Zhao Siliang's advice and used the internal strength of the fierce martial arts from the beginning to stimulate the qi and blood of the whole body and protect his body, so that there was no trouble.

He quickly raised his vigilance and started to turn in the bamboo forest.

"Huh? No, Zhao Siliang wants to help me, and he will never say that the poems and paintings of "Bamboo and Stone" are so large. This is not helping me at all, but obstructing me. What's wrong, this is definitely not Zhao Siliang's method. I should have been hit by the illusion of the monster's resentful spirit, the magic of the monster's evil spirits, and other magics."
Chapter completed!