The pitiful, feminine face was still smiling, and he was showered with gifts with his fists. If he hadn't been in the body of a weapon spirit now, he wouldn't have been able to keep his mouth full of teeth.
Hu Qing was a serious martial arts immortal, and his close combat prowess was not comparable to that of Shui Xin, a monk who stole his master from the Cunzhong Realm. After a series of punches and kicks, even the demon Buddha behind him had a bruised nose and face, and the Danqing Master was even more miserable.
Cursing and swearing, he opened the ghost door, and the ghostly aura hit his face. The painter was so frightened that he even stepped back and was trapped by the hands and feet of the devil. When he was angry, countless ghosts screamed from outside, and the ghost door was forcibly wiped away by the power of the painted wall.
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The demon Buddha was furious: "If you don't repent! I will drag you to hell now!"
Painter: "I am the subject, you must listen to me, I now - order you to die!"
The demon Buddha's face suddenly turned blue. He was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he tried his best to counterattack, and the painter's face also turned blue.
With a dark face, Hu Qing hit the painter with a palm, grabbed his fingers into his body, and opened the gate of hell on the spot.
Mockery: "You are silly, the door to hell is in my hand, and the door to hell will open wherever my hand is."
A black hole appeared in his body, and the irresistible suction force sucked him in bit by bit. The painter was horrified: "No, no! I can give you whatever you want! Ah, no, no -"
The Buddha's light in the center of the water shines all over the place. When you recite scriptures, the surroundings are bright and shining, as if you were in a prosperous and untainted world.
The demon Buddha finally thanked him and also thanked Hu Qing.
The door to hell...is not closed.
A familiar voice came: "The resentment is soaring to the sky, why don't you take it all in?"
Hu Qing took the order: "Hey, hey."
Nodding and bowing, she walked out. Without the control of the weapon spirit, the aura of the entire painted wall world was no longer concealed. She followed her resentment and went out. The ghost door was like an imperial edict in her hand, sucking wherever she held it. Well, it seemed more like a vacuum cleaner.
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No matter what, she sucked up all the corners, including the Bone Realm, the empty hell, the wall paintings outside, and the outermost area of monsters and monsters. At first she was still counting, but then she gave up.
Use countless two words to summarize.
I don’t know how long it took to form this wall, but it actually hides so many souls.
In order to increase Nether's favorability, Hu Qing worked hard. Back then, she had never been so serious about cleaning at home. She went back and forth three times, and the ghost door was closed by itself. She was still checking if there were any blind spots.
By the time she thought of Shuixin, the atmosphere in the world of painted walls was already very clean.
Shui Xin sat bored under a tree and watched her walking around several times but couldn't see him. Finally, he had to say: "I'm here, where are you looking?"
Hu Qing lowered his head and said, "Why are you here? What, are you done?" He tugged at his clothes and rummaged around.
Shui Xin raised her hands: "There is no ghost, there is no ghost in me, there is really no ghost. Oops, stop it."
Hu Qing waved his hands and sat down: "Thanks to you, I have made another achievement. By the way, the weapon spirit is gone, and this wall painting——"
Shui Xinhun didn't care: "Paint the wall or paint the wall, take your time. Do you want to listen to the story?"
Hu Qing choked and didn't want to hear it, but he couldn't refuse the gossip.
Shui Xin started talking directly: "That weapon spirit is a painter. He achieved this painting wall, obsessed himself with it, and voluntarily became the weapon spirit."
Hu Qing: "Who is the owner of the weapon?"
Shui Xin: "An ancient temple."
Hu nodded lightly.
"Later, an accident occurred in the ancient temple, and many people died. The souls of those people entered the painting wall. At that time, the painting wall was still a Buddhist treasure. Later, after wandering around and changing owners several times, the painter became a demon. The demon Buddha was the descendant of the ancient temple.
, chasing the painting wall, in order to save his fellow disciples, he dealt with the painter, and finally had to separate his soul and merge in order to control him and destroy the painting wall."
Shui Xin said it very simply, but the process must be complicated and dangerous, otherwise where would so many innocent souls come from?
"The painter is very cunning and very good at guessing people's hearts. After he became a weapon spirit, he became the god of this world, but regretted that he lost his freedom. He killed people to fill his painting wall while thinking of ways to control the master."
Hu Qing's eyes lit up.
Shui Xin: "He helped Wan Quan to kill many big demons. He wanted to control Wan Quan's mind and turn Wan Quan into his puppet. Wan Quan was wary of him early on, but still fell into his trap. In the end
——" He clapped his hands and put them away.
Hu Qing: "Is his method of controlling the master into a puppet reliable?"
Shui Xin: "That's up to you. You are the professional."
Hu Qing muttered: "Ordinarily, it is impossible. If the master of the weapon becomes a puppet, he is no longer an independent person and is not qualified to be the master of the weapon. However, this painting master has entered the weapon with his own body and became the spirit of the weapon. He dares to plot against the weapon.
Lord, this is obviously against the rules - I need to discuss it with my little cuties."
Shui Xin: "...are we going to discuss how to betray you?"
Hu Qing smiled: "There is no need to betray, I hope they can be independent and each can do his own thing. I am short of people, you know."
Shui Xin admired him: "You persuade me to kill the demon body, but you yourself are not indulging in the container spirit."
Now the wall painting world is very clean, all spaces are accessible, the corridors are still old, the mountains of swords and seas of hell are still there, the bones in the bone space are melted by the water, and the golden body of the demon Buddha is transformed into the ghost gate as the soul enters.
Little bits of golden light dissolve in this world.
The monsters and monsters outside are alive and well, and Hu Qing has tried the poisonous miasma on the monster side, but it still has the effect of refining the body.
Envying Shuixin's army: "If I had such an army, I would be invincible."
Shui Xin told her not to be polite: "Come on, go to your space."
Hu Qing immediately laughed dryly: "Don't take away people's love."
Water Heart: Hypocrisy.
Hu Qing: "I don't like to capture souls to make weapon spirits." After saying that, he looked at Shui Xin without saying anything.
Shui Xin was helpless: "I don't know how to capture souls and make them into weapon spirits."
Hu Qing: "Even if your soul wants it, don't be greedy for cheap."
Shui Xin's mouth twitched, what is this called taking advantage of?
"Okay, okay, I won't give anyone a chance to plot against me." She said, "You have contracted an ice demon yourself. He is no weaker than you."
Hu Qing beat his chest and stamped his feet, shouting: "So I was plotted against. The bloody example is in front of you. You have to take me as a warning."
Shui Xin comforted her: "How about you share some soul seeds and put them here with me as a way out."
The two looked at each other, worried about each other, not because they were worried about each other's character, but because they were all troubled and it was hard to tell which one would be unlucky first.
Otherwise, they can talk about it, they are both accidental entities.
When he came out to paint the wall, there was no change in the appearance of the tiles. Hu Qing held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time: "Is the ancient temple in the fairyland or the demonic realm?"
Shui Xin: "I don't know, it happened a long, long time ago."
Demon Body: "What are you talking about?" He raised his chin and said, "Ugly thing, please give me a price and sell this fire to me."
Hu Qing pressed her hand on her waist, and a big knife slowly took shape under her hand. She laughed: "Ugly, if you have the ability, come and grab it."
As long as he strikes first, she is acting in self-defense!
As soon as the demon body moved, Shui Xin forcibly took it back and put it in confinement.
