Chapter 393: Bi Baishi, try my ten thousand punishment
Bai Wuchang, who was born in Wusheng, walked out of the gate of Fengdu City with a white stick more than six feet long with a white paper tassel wrapped around it.
This white stick is called the mourning stick, also called the mourning stick, and it is Bai Wuchang's weapon.
All fifth-level underworld cultivators, as long as they choose Bai Wuchang's path, will use the mourning stick as a weapon. The mourning stick will exert great power in Bai Wuchang's hands.
He did not take the Huangquan Road, nor did he take the road leading to Onmyoji.
He walked directly into the foggy wilderness.
It was this wilderness that Xia Hu had reminded Xu Zhiqiong more than once not to enter.
Not only Xu Zhiqiong, but also Bi Wusheng walked very carefully. This wilderness is a wild land at the intersection of yin and yang. If you are not careful, you will get lost.
Bi Wusheng opened a piece of silk. There was a chessboard drawn on the silk, with black and white stones interlaced, locking the position of Zhonglang Courtyard.
Bi Wusheng trekked in the wilderness for more than two hours and saw a light in the distance.
Red lanterns in front of Zhonglangyuan.
He found Xu Zhiqiong's home.
Climbing over the courtyard wall, he quietly entered the east courtyard.
Yang Wu sat in the main courtyard, looked at the silk handkerchief in his hand, gently brought it to his nose, and took a deep breath of the fragrance on the silk handkerchief.
"It's so fragrant, Zhiqiong, why do you think the fragrance on this silk handkerchief is so intoxicating?"
Xu Zhiqiong glanced at the silk handkerchief and remained silent.
Chang Decai laughed and said, "Do you really think it's a silk handkerchief? It looks like a foot wrap to me."
Yang Wu spat: "Have you ever seen a foot-binding cloth made of fine silk?"
Chang Decai joked at the side: "How come you haven't seen it before? It's because your vision is narrow. I served the queen back then, and the foot bindings were made of high-quality Liuguang brocade."
"Liu Guang Jin? Queen, don't you think it's slippery?" Xu Zhiqiong entered the west wing.
Yang Wu said angrily: "You heard Lao Chang's nonsense, this is definitely not a foot-binding cloth. Junior Sister Han is a natural foot, so where did the foot-binding cloth come from?
Furthermore, these boxy ones are obviously silk handkerchiefs, and the foot-binding cloths are all thin and long. You look like this..."
Suddenly a piece of white cloth floated in front of Yang Wu, which was thin and long.
He wanted to explain something based on the white cloth, but as soon as he twisted the white cloth in his hands, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
"This, this is, this is..." Yang Wu's lips were a little awkward.
This is not a white cloth strip, this is a white paper strip!
Chang Decai exclaimed: "Weeping stick!"
The piece of white paper instantly entangled Yang Wu. Yang Wu cried for his father and mother, but Lao Chang did not dare to come to rescue him.
Xu Zhiqiong rushed out of the west wing, picked up a short knife, and cut the note with one stroke. Yang Wu was freed, ran away, and used the key to open the door to the mortal world.
Chang Decai tried to remain calm, and when Xu Zhiqiong nodded slightly, he quickly left the Zhonglang Courtyard.
In the blink of an eye, Xu Zhiqiong was the only one left in the yard. Thin strips of white paper were floating in the air. Some paper money fell between the strips and hovered against the ground, making Xu Zhiqiong feel like he was in a scene.
During the funeral.
"Ma Zhonglang, you left in a hurry last time and I didn't have time to see you off. Today, let me see you off.
In this life, you will have nothing to worry about in this life. In the next life, you will have nothing to care about in any other life. I will make you disappear!"
The paper money danced into a ball and wrapped around Xu Zhiqiong. Xu Zhiqiong used the yin and yang energy to create a vortex around him, sucking the paper money aside continuously.
Just standing like this was not enough. The notes were like worms, wrapping around Xu Zhiqiong from all directions. Xu Zhiqiong stood aside and wanted to set a fire to burn the notes. Bi Wusheng suddenly appeared behind him and hit him with a stick.
On Xu Zhiqiong's back.
Xu Zhiqiong staggered and fell to the ground, a trail of blood pouring out from his back.
"Did you see it? I'm holding back on you," Bi Wusheng smiled at Xu Zhiqiong, "If I hit you on the head with a stick, would you still be alive now?"
Xu Zhiqiong tried to struggle to get up, but his feet were not working and his back could not straighten up. Bi Wusheng smiled and said: "Don't waste your efforts. I broke your spine. You are already a cripple."
I just want to ask you one thing. If you want to live, tell me honestly, where is Liang Xianhong’s crime?”
Xu Zhiqiong said nothing and crawled on the ground, trying his best to avoid paper money and notes.
Bi Wusheng stepped forward and kicked Xu Zhiqiong in the face: "I asked you a question, but you can't hear me?"
Xu Zhiqiong fell to the ground on his back, panting hard but still didn't speak.
"Why are you so stubborn? Liang Xianhong is already dead, don't you just want to kill this stupid king? You have already killed him, what else do you want?
Do you want to see him go into a frying pan to relieve your hatred? Is a frying pan so interesting?"
Bi Wusheng waved his hand, and a pan of oil appeared in mid-air.
"You want a frying pan, I'll give you a frying pan."
A piece of boiling oil floated down and sprinkled on Xu Zhiqiong's body. Xu Zhiqiong's whole body trembled, and a burst of burnt smoke came out of his body.
The amount of hot oil was not large enough to be fatal. Bi Wusheng stepped on Xu Zhiqiong's burned flesh, bowed his body and said to Xu Zhiqiong: "Does it hurt? Say something, say it hurts.
I will spare you!"
Xu Zhiqiong was lying on the ground dying, but he never said a word.
Bi Wusheng waved his hand again, and hundreds of tiny nails were inserted into Xu Zhiqiong's body.
Xu Zhiqiong twitched for a while, but remained silent.
Bi Wusheng waved his hand again, and dozens of extremely thin wires strangled Xu Zhiqiong's body, cutting the flesh into dozens of strips.
Bi Wusheng touched the oil pan in mid-air, and the hot oil spilled on Xu Zhiqiong's body again, burning the blood that overflowed from the wound.
"Look at you like this, even a roast pig on the street will be more pitiful than you!" Bi Wusheng spat in Xu Zhiqiong's face, "Judge, a group of bed bugs huddled in the yin and yang, usually with you
Just a few polite words, do you really think of yourself as a human being?"
Bi Wusheng changed his foot and stepped on Xu Zhiqiong's face: "Let me ask you again, where is Liang Xianhong's crime?"
Xu Zhiqiong didn't say anything, Bi Wusheng picked up a knife and inserted it into Xu Zhiqiong's cheek.
"Ten Thousand Punishments, Ten Thousand Punishments, do you know why the eighth level skill of the Underworld is called Ten Thousand Punishments? Do you know that there are more than 10,000 kinds of punishments?" Bi Wusheng grabbed the knife and cut off a piece of flesh from Xu Zhiqiong's face.
"Let's try all the punishments again and let's see how long you can endure it!"
In the human world, Bi Wusheng's skills can only exert 30% of their power.
In the underworld, you can perform 100%.
In the place where yin and yang meet, he can exert 80% of his power and can mobilize almost all the execution grounds in the underworld one by one.
Bi Wusheng waved his hand, and a piece of charcoal fell down.
The charcoal fire hit Xu Zhiqiong, making a hissing sound. In the thick smoke, Bi Wusheng was laughing ferociously when suddenly he felt a gust of cold wind in his ears.
He had the instinct to dodge, and a cut more than an inch long was made on his right cheekbone.
I almost forgot, this guy also has a pair of mandarin duck blades.
Why didn't he use this weapon earlier!
Bi Wusheng looked at the dying Xu Zhiqiong on the ground and felt that it was impossible for this guy to mobilize the power of imagery.
But after touching the wound on his face, Bi Wusheng realized a serious problem.
He quickly stepped on Xu Zhiqiong's neck to prevent him from making a sound.
Suddenly I heard a voice coming from behind: "No forgiveness!"
The murderous intention arises from the Yin dimension pulse and turns to the Chong pulse, which looks like the tragic death of the enemy!
The fifth level of the judge's skills - punishing evil without mercy!
Bi Wusheng's wound suddenly lengthened, from his cheekbone to his temple, and down to his mandible. Half of his face was bleeding profusely.
The injury was nothing, but why did Xu Zhiqiong's voice come from behind?
Could it be that this thing in front of me is...
"No mercy!"
The second "No Forgiveness" sound came, and the wound deepened. The right cheekbone was cut off, and the bridge of the nose was also broken. From the cheekbone down, it was separated from the upper half of the face.
Bi Wusheng couldn't hold back even if he wanted to grit his teeth. The lower half of his face hung on his head and kept moving.
His eyes widened, he looked back and saw Xu Zhiqiong standing behind him.
The real Xu Zhiqiong is behind him.
His face looked a little worse because Xu Zhiqiong was also in pain just now.
But he was not injured at all. What Bi Wusheng had been torturing was a flesh and blood puppet.
How can it be?
Punishment without mercy can only be used after the judge has been fatally injured.
What I hurt was a puppet. Why could Xu Zhiqiong use the punishment without mercy?
What's more, why is his eyesight so bad today?
"You, you..." Bi Wusheng said vaguely, "Puppet, it's impossible..."
He wanted to say that it was impossible for him not to recognize a puppet.
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "You are a pig raised by a bastard. You fell into my illusion as soon as you entered the yard. Do you know what Zhonglang is fearless? Do you know that Zhonglang's courtyard is my boundary!"
Zhonglang Courtyard is Xu Zhiqiong's territory. Xu Zhiqiong has taken full precautions early on. As long as Xu Zhiqiong is prepared, Bi Wusheng has no chance of winning.
Yang Wu and Chang Decai were both extremely sensitive to seducers. As soon as they noticed the abnormality, Xu Zhiqiong entered the west wing and began to use three needles as a matchmaker to control the puppets to move in the yard.
His true form stayed in the west wing and quietly performed the sixth-level skill.
Succeeding in the sixth-level skills is the key, because Xu Zhiqiong's puppet is too crudely made and can easily be seen through by Bi Wusheng once he gets close.
Bi Wusheng was hit by a sixth-level skill and could not distinguish the puppet, so he started fighting with the puppet.
The puppet is not as agile as Xu Zhiqiong and has no skills. He can only use simple onmyoji and is no match for Bi Wusheng from the beginning.
But Xu Zhiqiong didn't need the puppet to defeat Bi Wusheng. On the contrary, he needed Bi Wusheng to cause serious damage to the puppet.
Three needles served as a matchmaker, and Xu Zhiqiong's meridians were connected to the puppet's. The puppet, which had been played with to pieces, was of great use.
Xu Zhiqiong could feel the pain caused by the puppet. The severe pain triggered Xu Zhiqiong's dying power, allowing him to successfully activate the fifth-level skill, punishing evil without mercy.
The next thing he had to do was to inflict minor injuries on Bi Wusheng.
This is too easy. This is his yard. Xu Zhiqiong occupies the best ambush position. He only needs to control the Yuanyang Blade to leave a trail of blood on Bi Wusheng's face without taking any risks.
mouth.
This inch-long bloody mouth was enough to kill Bi Wusheng.
"No mercy!"
The third "No Pardon" sound came, and Bi Wusheng's wounds began to spread backwards. If left alone, the upper half of his head would fall to the ground.
At the critical moment of life and death, Bi Wusheng launched the fifth-level skill, water restraint, on himself.
He froze his head to prevent the wound from spreading further.
His frozen head was still conscious. He stretched out his right hand, suddenly pointed it at the center of Xu Zhiqiong's eyebrows, and activated the seventh-level skill - Annihilation.
He wants to annihilate Xu Zhiqiong's soul.
How could Xu Zhiqiong let him succeed? His speed was much worse than Xu Zhiqiong's. Xu Zhiqiong just tilted his head and dodged.
Bi Wusheng ran up the wall in two steps and jumped into the east courtyard.
Xu Zhiqiong came to the east courtyard first and waited in front of him early.
Bi Wusheng was horrified. He was seriously injured and lost his first move. He had almost no way to survive in front of the judge.
He waved the mourning stick and wanted to fight Xu Zhiqiong, but Xu Zhiqiong suddenly shouted: "Ten thousand punishments!"
Thousands of punishments?
How could he have the skill of ten thousand punishments?
Does he have my cultivation base in the underworld?
Bi Wusheng was shocked when he saw Xu Zhiqiong taking out a riding crop and whipping it on the ground.
A trap appeared on the ground. Xu Zhiqiong raised his foot and kicked Bi Wusheng into it.
The reamer flew and one of Bi Wusheng's legs turned into flesh.
The flames rolled, burning the skin and flesh to pieces.
Countless pieces of paper flew out of the mourning stick, and he firmly grasped the outer edge of the trap. Bi Wusheng climbed out of the trap with the help of the mourning stick.
Xu Zhiqiong took out the thunder jade and released a blast of thunder, which hit the Tianling cover and blew up Bi Wusheng.
Bi Wusheng was not completely dead yet, with half of his body left, and he was still trying to climb up. As soon as he put his head out, Xu Zhiqiong kicked him again, stepping into the trap.
This time he couldn't fly out. In the blink of an eye, he was completely turned into flesh, and even his frozen head turned into mince.
Xu Zhiqiong rubbed his cheeks and touched his chest and abdomen. The torture the puppet suffered just now still left a lot of residual pain.
"Come on, Bi Baishi, let's hit the road and I'll see who can convict you."
Xu Zhiqiong lay on the edge of the trap and watched for a while, then suddenly discovered a problem.
There is no sin in the trap, just a puddle of meat.
Previously, the sin karma could not be seen. Xu Zhiqiong believed that this was caused by the cultivation of the underworld, and the sin karma of the underworld practitioners may not be visible.
But now that Biwu has passed away, why does it mean that he has no negative karma after his death?