Wasn’t the Demon Lord of the Poison Hand possessed by the ghost or evil thoughts of the Death Sect? How could he die in the Death Sect?

Do you make a mistake in your judgment, or the ghosts or evil thoughts of the Death Gate are restrained in the Death Gate, and you might as well just abandon your body and escape?

Meng Qi's thoughts were flying, and the Yasha looked dark and did not dare to act rashly. He turned around and looked at the corpse of the Demon Lord of the Poison Hand from afar.

Suddenly, he exclaimed: "It's not like two pieces torn into, the fracture is flat, it seems to be chopped with a knife."

The knife was slashed? Meng Qi looked in shock and saw that there was no trace of tearing the broken holes of the two corpses of the Demon Lord of the Poison Hand, like a knife slashing an axe.

"If I hadn't known my own affairs, I almost thought it was my hand..." For a moment, Meng Qi suspected that he had seen the wound caused by "creating the world", just like Yang Zhenchan who had lost his traces.

As soon as the thought arose, Meng Qi was stunned. He might not rule out the possibility of taking action!

When Zhenwu Suspicion Tomb was found, there was no sign of evil thoughts, silently. Has the things on the Demon Lord of the Poison Hand transferred to me? When the illusion array confuses the senses, I controlled my body?

The more Meng Qi thought about it, the more frightened he became. If he had not breathed in vital energy, his body would have circulated itself and had strong control, he would have had a layer of white-haired sweat.

Meng Qi, who had experienced many experiences, took a light breath, stabilized his mood, and spread his spirit, and carefully examined the body of the Demon Lord of the Poison Hand.

Instead of rotting into mud like Yang Zhenchan, he lost all the water, including blood, whether it is physical or internal organs, and his wounds are flat and broken.

Seeing this, Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief. This knife only had the shape of "creating the world", and it was not actually true, as if it was deliberately imitating.

Imitating "creating the world", did anyone see me killing Yang Zhenchan? No, I also used it when I escaped from the death gate... Meng Qi frowned.

Suddenly, the Yaksha stretched out his hand and took away the rotten black bag of the Demon Lord of the Poison Hands - the gloves had also decayed into mud, but the things in the bag were still well preserved because the bag blocked the disaster.

Because of the relationship between Yasha and the Demon Lord of the Poison Hand, no one objected when he took the black pouch. Although Meng Qi was heartbroken, he still did not take action. He still needed them to explore the way and step on the trap.

Moreover, Meng Qi was also struggling with another question: Will he be possessed by the ghosts or evil thoughts of the Death Sect?

Zhenwu's suspicion of the tomb left a deep impression on him. He was possessed at all without knowing when he was possessed, and it is difficult to rule out now.

He calmed his mind, and his soul was above him, looking down at the "Heavens", opening the acupoints, and secretly circulating, searching for any abnormality.

"No problem..." Meng Qi's appearance appeared inside, dark and chaotic, and chaos was opened. The heavens were born, and all the universes and worlds appeared, without any abnormality.

Then, he visualized the first posture of "Tathagata's Divine Palm". The golden Buddha pointed to the sky and touched the earth, but "I" was the only one who pointed to it, and pointed to it, and still did not bring out foreign objects.

There is nothing like this. Then choose to believe in yourself! Meng Qi no longer doubts about gods and ghosts. If there are evil thoughts or evil spirits under the palm of the Immortal Yuanshixiang and the Visual Tathagata, if there are evil thoughts or evil spirits that can be possessed quietly, then it cannot be solved by the external scene. There is no need to worry about it. When the task is completed, find the six paths of "help"!

He only had a "Dharma Body-level" item on his body, which was the wood carving given by Mr. Lu. Now he was holding it in his left hand for a moment. It felt normal, and it was an ordinary wood carving.

"Let's continue." Sai Ming Yasha said with a gloomy face.

Meng Qi and the "demon of the world" Jia Zhen did not say much, and took cautious steps.

One step, two steps, three steps, fog steeped in again, Meng Qi was careful to change direction and did not stay in place.

After a cup of tea, the fog subsided, and Meng Qi saw that the gray and white square was empty, with only the life-seeking yaksha not far away.

"Jia Zhen is dead too?" Meng Qi's spirit dissipated and found a pool of flesh and blood mud, as if it was crushed by a huge rock. Judging from the clothes mixed in it, it was Jia Zhen, the "humiliated demon".

Everything on him was crushed to pieces!

This middle-aged scholar who made me feel familiar and unrecognizable was also silently dead... Meng Qi felt chilling, and it was worthy of burying the entire Wuyou Valley of the Bomi Kingdom. Fortunately, he pretended to be public and private, and pulled the examiner into it!

Meng Qi and Suo Ming Yasha looked at each other and saw each other's deep guard and look at each other.

"Continue?" Meng Qi asked.

The Yasha of Seek Life said in a deep voice: "Of course."

It's only a few steps to reach the entrance!

The two of them walked forward at the same time. After three steps, the fog rose as usual to isolate the senses.

Meng Qi followed his understanding and took a step abruptly, changing his position, sensing the sea transformed by the vital energy of the surrounding heaven and earth. It was also filled with mist, covering nature.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed over like lightning, with a deep demonic energy, like a centipede, trying to entangle Meng Qi tightly.

Meng Qi, who had been wary, changed in the wind and strangely escaped from the demonic centipede.

At this moment, human-shaped black shadows rush out from the white fog, either with fists, claws, palms and swords, fingers, or spirals. They all contain the principles of law, covering the sky and the earth, full of corrosive feeling, and the meaning of depravity imprints into the heart.

Meng Qi did not try to defend, and the long sword was slashed out, and many acupoints were filled with great sun.

The sword was like a fiery sun, slashing out thousands of feet of light, real and real, breaking or turning, "swallowing" all nearby places.

The sun shines everywhere, no omissions!

Dangdang, the long sword constantly collided with the opponent's fists and feet, making a sound of metal and iron fighting, and many black shadows dissipated.

Suddenly, the black shadows gathered, as if they were horns on their heads and demonic energy filled them.

It closed its hands and clamped the fire entity just right, and the sunlight disappeared.

Meng Qidun felt that the powerful suction force was coming from the flowing fire, and his flesh and blood, bones and soul and true energy were both loose, as if he was about to throw himself into the other party!

Light gold emerges, and the suction is like a flock that shakes the big tree, without any effect.

The opponent's true qi changed accordingly, and Meng Qi felt a strong sense of danger in his heart, and he directly unblocked the fire and cooperated with the changes in his moves.

boom!

The streaming light clamped by his palms seemed to have arrived one day, making continuous explosions, burning and radiating.

With this thrust, the long sword passed through the palms and stabbed the other party’s chest!

The other party's chest seemed to be made of gold and iron, but the fire that was already a top-grade treasure soldier pierced in after a slight pause.

boom!

The scorching heat burst out, as if a day exploded, the smell of blood and blood dripping, and the white mist around it was blown thin!

When the fire stopped slightly, the opponent took advantage of the situation and flew backwards, so that the sword did not penetrate too deep, but the chest was melted into a big hole, and the internal organs were half water-transformed and half charred!

At this time, Meng Qi felt a strong numbness, which spread to the ends of his hair.

"It's him! The heavenly demon is bliss!" Meng Qi almost said, and through the thin white mist, he saw the other party. It was Jia Zhen, the "hunshi Heavenly Demon" who had died before and could not die again.

Meng Qi also identified his identity from his martial arts, the "myth" old hour, and a member of the non-reincarnation!

No wonder there was no trauma after being stabbed before. The demon's golden body is an incomprehensible defensive magical deeds!

Old Zhongtou, who had changed back to his original appearance, became a little ugly again, and there were a lot of bumps on his face, and he retreated repeatedly to the edge of the gray and white square.

Meng Qi tried to catch up, but was blocked by layers of solid white mist.

At this time, most of the fog disappeared, Meng Qi saw the Yasha for Life. The light of Wu Earth was emitted around him, and he was struggling to support him under a translucent Yin spirit.

The ghost was old, wearing a black robe, with thick white hair, like a thin snake, scattered behind.

As the white fog subsided, he also gave up the attack and turned into the fog.

"It's you!" The search for Yasha looked at the old Zhongtou who was protected by Bai Wu, and his wrath in his eyes could not fade.

But he was not in a hurry to do something. He seemed to be waiting for something.

Lao Zhong laughed strangely, his mental state was obviously abnormal: "Who asked you to invite me?"

"What do you want to do? You haven't even entered the Gate of Life!" The Shouming Yasha was extremely puzzled at him.

Lao Zhong's chest was squirming with blood and flesh, induced internal organs, and looked at Meng Qi. He smiled madly and said, "Of course, I will kill you all!"

Hearing this sentence, Meng Qi seemed to have guessed something and said calmly: "Are you sent by the 'myth' to find clues to Wuyou Valley?"

"Myth..." The Emperor of Heaven, who knew about the mythology during the trade between Yasha, killed the emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty. Now that he met the "main master", he felt like a dream.

Old Zhongtou was so happy that he delayed the recovery: "Yes, but I didn't expect that you could find the birth gate so quickly that I could not pass the message out, so I had to kill you first and suppress this matter."

When the incident happened suddenly, he could not inform the Myth, for fear that the things in Wuyou Valley would be taken first, so he secretly killed and destroyed the treasure hunting group. But he knew that the first move was not successful, and the first person killed was caused by Meng Qi.

"Who is that ghost?" asked Yasha Suo Ming.

Old Zhongtou laughed and said, "According to the information obtained by me, there will be protection for the important aspects of the Bimi. As long as you bow sincerely, you can get the protection of the Ancestral Spirit."

"You kowtow not just to open the door..." Yasha Sui Ming suddenly realized.

Normally, the ancestral spirit that has no one sacrifices will disappear for more than a hundred years, but here is special, gloomy and humid, and full of death. It makes sense that the ancestral spirit has existed for more than a thousand years. It seems that he has lost his intelligence and relies entirely on instinct action, and he has to rely on the fog.

Old Zhong's chest and abdomen returned to its original state, and his breath was a little weak. He glanced at Meng Qi and the others and sneered: "You don't dare to move, for fear of arousing the illusion array again and letting the ancestor spirit attack?"

"It's okay, I'm here to inspire you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the laughter of the life-seeking Yasha: "Jia Zhen, why do you think I want to invite you to such a common friend?"

"You..." Lao Zhongtou was stunned.

The face of the search for life became cold: "It is convenient to kill it, and there is no need to divide the treasure!"

At this time, a figure emerged out of thin air. With both hands, blood brown water surging, and the ancestral spirit was captured from the formation!

The visitor was wearing a black imperial robe, with white hair tied into a high bun, a snake-shaped wooden hairpin, and a wrinkled face, which was somewhat similar to the ancestor spirit!

"Emperor of the Underworld!" Old Zhongtou's face changed drastically. He took out something, turned his head and flew towards the exit.

The old god of Yasha is here, and he is confident, not chasing, but looking at Meng Qi with a smile:

"Are you calm down, aren't you afraid?"

Meng Qi also had a bright smile and her teeth were white and neat:

"Why are you afraid?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!
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