The four heavenly kings that He Zhao "collected" are more or less mixed with the same special aura. Cold, weird, evil, etc., everything is just an appearance. The real characteristics are actually from the same source, a single breath.
An indescribable anger.
Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to escape from the netherworld with a chirp. In addition, he was so furious that he didn't even bother to hide the power of a creature that was no longer human at all, or a more advanced creature, and the aura that reached the unity state, and rushed towards Nan'an City.
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The journey was smooth, disturbing countless people, and successfully arrived in a city with a population of millions. Without saying a word, he escaped directly underground. After all, the four evil spirits were placed in the basement that was dug when they rented the small courtyard.
"Crack!"
Put your feet on the ground, take two quick steps forward, and sweep down the coffin with both hands, which has a soothing effect on the loess.
"Clang!"
He casually lifted the lid of the coffin, revealing three weird figures inside with fierce looks on their faces. Why were there three, not four? The strange bride herself wanted to stare, or even stare to death at a certain instigator. The key was that she didn't have a head.
, I can’t do it.
He smiled at the three ferocious spirits that were so famous that they had killed countless people. At first, when he was in the Dharma Realm, he was fearless. Now, he is a evil spirit refiner in the Unity Realm, and his life level has jumped to a very high level.
In the human realm, would he be afraid?
Of course not.
He's just a prisoner on the fourth level, he can do whatever he wants.
If you are not happy, what will they do if you have anus!
As for the number of people in the coffin, there are obviously four, why do you say three... A certain guy is stronger than ever, and his aura is fierce. Unfortunately, he has not become famous, and has always stayed in the grave, unknown to the public.
The Seventh Generation Palace Master: "Just read my ID number."
Then, he lifted the four monsters out of the coffin one by one, took out a strong rope from the ring, tied them around their ankles one by one, and hung them on the fixed ceiling beam.
The posture is very unsightly. It is like the crispy roast duck hung by the vendors at the street stalls. The whole picture is as shameful as it is.
As a result, the malice of the four villains almost condensed into reality. Their cold and endless murderous intent once made the basement damp and leaking, and the temperature plummeted.
As long as the person named He can leave a piece of residue in the Nether Realm, it means that the four heavenly kings still have a little bit of humanity left in them.
"Why are you staring? Do you believe that I will pluck out your eyeballs?"
Hearing this, the Black Mist man subconsciously squinted his eyes.
It has a personal say in someone's cruelty and inappropriateness.
He is the only one in the world who is full of calculations, who opens the coffin, pinches his neck and forces help, but refuses to help and pushes it out to take the blame!
"Hey, you know what I mean."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hands and groped up and down. Don't get me wrong, he definitely didn't mean to take advantage. He really wanted to get stuck, but there was a strange bride with a bumpy figure hanging upside down next to her. It was hard to tell whether she was a boy or a girl, with a figure like a washboard.
Are the Black Mists countless times stronger?
The palm of the hand is relatively sensitive. At the very least, after groping up and down, you can clearly feel the black mist wrapping the other person's body, which is mixed with the feeling of being dusty, or out of place, which is exactly the same as your own.
"interesting."
Next, his next target is-the Cunning Bride.
Stretching out his hands and touching it with no expression on his face, he also found the same breath.
Look at the two villains again. Not long ago, their malice almost solidified, and they fell into unprecedented malaise.
Especially the Black Mist Man, although his face is covered with mist, his expression clearly shows "I'm not clean".
The remaining seventh-generation palace masters and sixth-generation palace masters withdrew their glares early and closed their eyes tightly, as if doing so would make He Zhao ignore them, which was a proper ostrich behavior.
"Let's face it."
How can he be comforted?
Immediately afterwards, the two great villains, the Seventh Generation Palace Master and the Sixth Generation Palace Master, were dealt with one by one.
After a while, the four weirdos, who were hopeless and full of malice, had "Kill me" expressions on their faces.
There is a saying that it is only a famous ruthless person who can torture three terrifying monsters to such an extent.
"What should I do to absorb the breath from them?"
That's right, Wu Renzhao planned to take a shortcut.
Anyway, everyone's auras come from the same source, and there is no need to purify or purify them. The process is equivalent to transferring all the money in the bank accounts of four guys and concentrating it into their own accounts.
"How about trying to seduce?"
The next second, he tried hard to control his feeling of being out of place, and tentatively gathered towards the Black Mist Man.
The first time, failed.
The second time, failed.
The third time, failed.
No.......
The one hundred and eighty-first time, failed.
Let me ask a question, if someone stood in front of you with a constipated expression and flushed face, and you were hanging upside down in front of them, how would you feel?
The Black Mist man has something to say, please kill or chop him as you please, but he may not be able to do it simply!
It was always on tenterhooks, fearing that it would not be a human being's toy and that it would hold back something good the next moment.
In the blink of an eye, a day passed.
Someone who failed thousands of times finally figured out a trick.
You can grasp it a little and control the feeling of dust.
Black Mist Man?
It has been laid down, laid out, and done as you like.
The other three big monsters looked at them tremblingly all day long. With their usually ferocious nature, I couldn't help but feel sympathy. It was so miserable.
The moment when a condemned prisoner is shot is not the most terrifying moment. What is really painful is the day before the execution. The Black Mist Man just "enjoyed" for twenty-four hours. If it were not a special life form, he would have collapsed long ago.
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"Relax, I promise to succeed this time, win it in one go!"
The words of the confident human evil master made the people of Black Mist even more worried.
Damn it, from beginning to end, it just didn’t understand what the other party was doing.
"Chiliu——"
The dusty feeling condenses into a line?
Let's call it a thread. The thread swayed left and right, looking like it might collapse at any time. The ropes were wrapped around the Black Mist Man to seduce him.
At the same time, the special aura in the black mist seemed to be drawn and attached to the "lines" bit by bit.
"It's done."
He patted his thigh and concentrated on maintaining the line, fearing that he would accidentally let go and cause the entire line to break.
After spending a lot of energy, I finally recovered the line perfectly.
"call--"
Subconsciously, I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was much more difficult than when I found the old turtle not long ago.
The aura obtained from the Black Mist Man was almost seamless, immediately increasing his sense of being out of dust by more than three points.
"Cheating successfully."
He squinted his eyes and glanced at the other three villains.
They are all treasures!
The three monsters all shuddered. Although the eyes of the humans across from them were not murderous at all, they contained an indescribable... emotion?
No, no, it should be said to be the look of a young child finding his favorite toy.
As we all know, children's toys usually don't end well.
"Hey hey hey..."
A burst of chilling laughter resounded in the cold and dark basement, adding an air of terror out of thin air.
...
The second time "seduce" the breath, successful...
Until the tenth time, there was almost only a thin layer of fog left on the black fog man, as if it could be blown away with just a breath.
"Chiliu!"
The lines were retracted, and the sense of being out of the dust on He Zhao became more profound.
At this moment, the fog on the black fog man completely collapsed.
"Don't......"
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Plop!"
When the fog dispersed, a middle-aged man's face was revealed. The man's face was pale and exposed to the air. In less than a second, he immediately took his last breath and died completely.
"???"
No, brother.
What else?
You should make it clear that people are neither up nor down, it is intentional!
To be honest, the famous ruthless man felt uncomfortable when he said the word "Don't". "Don't say anything", otherwise he would say it clearly in one breath, or he would die without saying a word.
"I...forget it."
After the remaining three murderers were taken care of, they were buried in a beautiful place as a reward for their contribution. Unfortunately, the middle-aged man who died seemed to be weathered and shattered into powder, which instantly filled the basement.
"..."
Is this relief?
"Oh, I am such a kind person."
You're welcome, call me Living Bodhisattva.
"Next!"
No longer paying attention to the black fog man who was reduced to ashes, he immediately changed his target and came to the headless bride.
The bride was very panicked, and Miaoman's figure kept trembling.
Obviously, she doesn't want to end up like the middle-aged people.
"Don't panic. In a short while, you can be a companion with it and walk together to the end of the world."
One for a funeral and one for a wedding, it's a perfect match.
Due to the experience of the Black Mist Man, he could absorb the breath very quickly, at least half the time of the former, and quickly transformed the Cunning Bride's red makeup into white makeup.
Then, without saying a word, he turned into ashes on the spot.
Hmm... The reason why he didn't speak may be because he didn't have a head.
"The Seventh Generation Master."
What a strange blood warrior, but his talent in refining evil was criticized by Danyang as "too fucking bad".
He personally didn't believe it.
There is a high probability that people don't want to practice evil spirits, or they don't care about those who practice evil spirits.
It is estimated that the fighting ability of the evil spirits at that time was not very good. I vaguely remember the description in Danyang's essays. The secret blood warrior got close and smashed the evil spirits' skulls with one palm.
It's strange that a reckless man who is used to being reckless can get used to it when you ask him to stand in the back row and act as a mage.
Then it was a tragedy.
"Chiliu——"
Threads came out and wrapped around the seventh generation palace master.
He is indeed a character who needs ninety-nine corpses to suppress him. The special aura on his body is extremely strong. If you add the Black Mist and the Cunning Bride together, you can probably have one-fifth of it.
After a long time, I finally drained it completely.
Immediately afterwards, the seventh-generation palace master revealed his true appearance.
The desiccated corpse shape returned to human form.
With a... delicate face, it is hard to imagine that the other person is a rough warrior who has reached the top.
He did not speak like the Black Mist Man, but instead smiled and had an expression of relief, welcoming death calmly.
"Wow——"
The dust is flying, and there is no longer a seventh-generation master of the palace in the world.
"call--"
Letting out a deep breath, the next step is the main event. The murderous and cruel Sixth Generation Master of the Qiren Mansion, who has been missing for an unknown number of years and has killed an unknown number of people, is Ding You, who is known as the God of Longevity.
The scent on it is so rich that it makes people fearful.
Even if the person surnamed He absorbs three people in a row, compared to the Sixth Generation Palace Master, he will survive one-tenth of the time, so let's just have some fun.
The thread came out and wrapped around its body.
One breath after another flows smoothly, all converging on his body.
Through the first three major evils, his skills improved.
No longer like before, you need to retract the line every time and perform complex operations repeatedly.
Nowadays, the lines are more like an infusion tube, continuously absorbing the breath of the six generations of palace masters.
The sense of dust emanating from He Zhao's body became more powerful and vast.
"It's not enough."
Even if all the breath is taken away from the body of the Sixth Generation Palace Master, it is still not enough to reach the realm of ascension.
Moreover, the difference is not a bit bad. If I have to describe it, there is only a bucket of water poured into the pond.
"The collection of breath in the Netherworld is faster than in the real world. But, even if I stay in the Netherworld all year round, by rough estimation, I will have to live for at least a hundred years."
So, how did the first person who ascended to heaven in front of countless people do it?
"Perhaps there is a way in the city?"
In an instant, he had the idea of looking for the city that the Daxuan people had built in the Netherworld in the past.
No matter how bad it is, even if there is no method in the city, due to the catastrophe, countless ordinary people, secret blood warriors, and demon refining practitioners who have no obvious talent for refining evil, and eventually become crazy and turn into evil spirits, have become terrifying and powerful at this moment.
Weird?
Obviously, he had another wrong idea.
In the eyes of others, it is a devil's cave and a Jedi. In the eyes of Renren Zhao, it is a dungeon that continuously provides special aura and can be refreshed repeatedly.
"After finishing the Sixth Generation Palace Master, I will go directly to the city."
Can't find it?
It doesn't matter, even if you can't find the city, it's not a loss if you find the way to practice in the underworld.
Decide on a plan that won’t make a loss or even make a small profit.
The ugly and cold face of the Sixth Generation Palace Master gradually became kind.
The height of a child, the immature face, and the kind temperament make people grit their teeth. How do you combine these three temperaments so perfectly and appropriately?
"Stop talking, listen to me."
"???"
Oh my gosh, the old monster can actually say a complete sentence. This is no better than the previous three trash.
"There's something fundamentally wrong with the aura. It's definitely not a product of the underworld. There must be a ghost in it."
"!!!"
The special breath I absorbed for a long time turned out to be called the fundamental breath.
"If I were you, I would never enter the Nether World and live peacefully until the end of my life. In addition, I was killed by a force called the Golden Chan Sect and then thrown into the Nether World.
Be careful, you must be careful. What if... what if the Golden Cicada Sect comes to this world, there will definitely be a disaster... imminent... still... and, Ancestor... Ancestor...
...The Patriarch is happy...he is happy in the underworld...to find him...you can still be saved..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old monster fell from the beam with a thud.
After falling to the ground, it instantly scattered into a ball of powder.
Okay, I can only say three paragraphs.
"Does the Golden Chan Cult have a way to enter the underworld?"
"Did the Sixth Generation Palace Master meet Xi in the Nether Realm?"
I have to say that Ding You revealed a lot of information.
"Wait a minute, why am I thinking so much? It's none of my business! The most urgent thing, ascension is the key. I don't care if it's evil or not, it's just a game anyway, no big deal."
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