Song Qingwen's words seem to have a different meaning.

As if I had noticed, behind this clown who seemed to be the ruler of the castle, there was still someone who was manipulating everything.

So he was tempting.

Ke Xiaoliang was not panicked at all.

Because his real situation has just begun, but it has ended at the same time as it begins.

From Irving at the door, to the music hall on the second floor, the casino on the third floor, and the swimming and gym on the fourth floor... These experiences are just illusions.

Just like the magician's fancy dressing hand, all the fancy moves are just for the final move without any trace.

When I saw it, the "miracle" had already fallen into the game.

That contract... Song Qingwen exposed the "childish" scam.

So what?

He picked up the contract and he was moved.

If he is moved, he will lose.

Ke Xiaoliang is not an ordinary person or an ordinary demon cultivator in this world.

He is the creator of the world, and he is in charge of everything.

His eyes are naturally high enough and far enough.

Even if he is not as experienced as Song Qingwen and has a lot of knowledge, what's wrong?

"My respectful master! This time... are you choosing to stay, become the master of this castle, manipulate other people's destiny, manipulate other people's hearts, and become my 'shepherd'. Or give up with regret? Give up such a great temptation, and then always forget it in your heart?" Ke Xiaoliang sat in the cave, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

A righteous "male disciple" who was responsible for sweeping was shaking his hand and almost kept the garbage can in his hand.

This righteous male disciple has a male gender on the surface, but in fact, a female gender.

This is already tangled enough.

In the devil's cave, he has been influenced by the pervert and terrifying of the Demon Sect cultivator since childhood. Now he is in the same room with a "little devil". His temporary male identity sometimes makes him (she) feel at ease, and sometimes makes her feel even more insecure.

After repeated repetition, I saw Ke Xiaoliang's sudden evil smile and felt bad.

Song Qingwen was hesitating as Ke Xiaoliang expected.

The trap in the contract has been removed by him.

You can exchange this magical castle for a precious thing that you "accept" for.

It seems to be a very cost-effective deal.

Even if it is fake, the loss is not big.

Song Qingwen turned his gaze to the clown.

"If this belongs to you. Then why are you willing to give it to me?" Song Qingwen asked the clown.

The clown said, "My power comes from this castle, and I am actually very weak. When I use all my means to stop you from moving forward, isn't the only thing I can do? Isn't it to surrender to you and give in to you?"

"What's more, my last move has been seen clearly by you and collapsed by you! I am just a clown!"

As he said that, the clown pushed open the window of the room and then jumped onto the windowsill.

"I've seen your methods, they're cruel and cruel."

"I want to die more decent." said the clown.

Song Qingwen said: "As a pure black messenger... are you just like this?"

The clown did not answer, but jumped out of the window happily and fell toward the bottom of the castle.

Song Qingwen chased him to the window.

Suddenly a group of crows flew up and pecked at his eyes.

The clown committed suicide as a fake, took the opportunity to attack, and his last attempt was real.

Song Qingwen exhaled his breath, and the breath turned into a clever knife under the control of the wind-control energy.

As the wind sword danced, all the crows turned into crows were beheaded.

The seriously injured clown fell under the castle and fled in a panic.

The shadows shrouded outside the castle dissipated.

Song Qingwen hesitated slightly, picked up the contract and wrote it on the contract, a temporary name in this gourd.

At the same time, he took out a Bible and placed it on the contract as the price he paid.

The contract and the Bible disappear at the same time.

Instead, it was a transparent crystal ball that fell on the desk.

In the crystal ball is a mini castle.

After reaching out to touch the crystal ball, Song Qingwen obtained the permission of the castle and also received corresponding feedback.

"With enough sacrifices to be exchanged for the transformation of the castle?"

"And the sacrifices are the best products of human souls?"

"So, that's why, this castle must be made public and use various methods to make people hand over their souls?" Song Qingwen felt a little disappointed, but he also knew that this was taken for granted.

Most things in this world follow the principle of equivalent exchange.

This is a principle that practitioners should understand after a certain level.

"In this way, my disciples of the Demon Sect can't just let it go. Kill them not, but it's okay to use them as some simple sacrifices. After all, if you want to build a qualified laboratory in the castle, you still need a large number of soul sacrifices." Thinking of this, Song Qingwen began to mobilize permissions and change the settings in the castle.

All those fancy and messy things were banned by Song Qingwen.

Instead, some real or false, incomplete, or comprehensive magical powers, spells, and methods are imprinted everywhere in the castle.

And each place has a corresponding "guard guardian".

"Simple needs should be made to make simple arrangements to highlight the theme."

"My magic tricks, magic powers, and magic are all the remaining chapters collected from all sides over the years. To me, they are actually useless, but for those disciples who are still at the bottom of their practice, they are a great temptation. With these temptations, they even know that there is a deception in this castle, but they are reluctant to leave."

"And this world... or in the near future, more practitioners will be blown up. More monks from both the right and the demons will enter here."

"After harvesting them, my large particle collider will be settled." Song Qingwen continued to arrange the castle and unknowingly entered the role.

Looking at Song Qingwen who had already started to work successfully, Ke Xiaoliang smiled with satisfaction.

Song Qingwen wanted to use him as a tool.

As a disciple, of course, he has learned a lot and gave it back first.

Simply using the world background setting to harvest magical values, it is indeed easy to fall into a burnout period. Even if the main line is constantly unfolding slowly, it will no longer be amazed because you gradually get used to the setting.

However, with special ‘copy’ embellishment like Perfect Castle, it can always ensure its freshness and its temptation to those monks.

In short, Ke Xiaoliang made a lot of money in this wave.

Count the magic value at hand.

Ke Xiaoliang pinched his fingers and calculated quickly... His gourd will usher in a large number of new practitioners.

After all, the disciples of the Demon Sect who were trapped in the ruins of the city outside the castle before and could not escape had a large number of choices to withdraw from the world.

And when they quit the world, as a "consolation prize", each of them received five to ten blood signs.

These blood talismans will flow into the Demon Sect again, causing more disciples in the Demon Sect to flow back.

Form a cycle.

"There is also the righteous path... I am already very helping, but the righteous path monks' early weakness in the gourd realm is difficult to reverse. It depends on their own efforts... Of course, a certain degree of suppression is in my interest. Because the hatred and dissatisfaction with the Demon Sect will also make the righteous path monks' magical value always overflow and use it for me." Ke Xiaoliang smiled for the third time.

The righteous "male disciple" who was sweeping the floor with his butt sticking out was completely frightened by Ke Xiaoliang's "perverted" smile.

I feel like I am about to lose my virility.

Maybe before this Demon Sect disciple took away something, he might be taken away some other things in advance.
Chapter completed!