Chapter 292 Shake the Dao base to refine the purple energy, and want to cooperate with the little de
Qin Yang stretched out his hand tremblingly, with a distressed look on his face, and looked up to the sky with a long sigh.
"Oh my god, there are so many. How much time will it take me to bury them all? The coffins in stock are far from enough."
Why is it so difficult to be a good person? When I see so many corpses and don't bury them, my conscience starts to hurt.
So helpless...
Forget it, just bury as many as you can and do your best.
Thinking of this, Qin Yang stretched out his right hand and touched a pair of formidable white bones at his feet with a solemn expression.
However, the skill did not respond...
"Um?"
Qin Yang was stunned for a moment, looked at the bones, and thought for a moment, could it be that these bones have been dead for too long, and the remaining magic in them has long since dissipated?
I tried it again with a skeleton obviously full of resentment, but still no reaction.
After trying several times in a row, there was no response. Qin Yang finally confirmed one thing.
There is no need to bury these bones by yourself. They are not corpses. They are not buried for anything.
Thinking of the monsters he had seen in the black mud swamp, Qin Yang suddenly understood...
This is not a perversion of Taoist Zanghai. He kills people and then collects the corpses and throws them here.
But these corpses are not corpses at all.
Daojun Zhanhai was born in the Buddha Demon Cult, which is not a serious sect in itself. I heard Dao Ji Withered Blood say that competition within the sect is extremely fierce, and countless people die in deadly fights between fellow sects every year.
For the Zonghai Daojun who was born here, his path to the title of Daojun was probably paved with the corpses of his enemies.
The resentment and grievances that remained after the death of these people were even the marks left by many secret techniques on the body of the Sea-Burying Dao Lord.
After the Taoist Burial Master advanced to the title of Taoist Master, they were cut out of the body and turned into skeletons, which were suppressed in this layer.
Even after so many years, no terrifying monster has been born, which is the best proof.
Although there are no monsters, the mountain of corpses is filled with resentment. How to get up there is the key.
Just taking a distant look, hallucinations appeared in front of my eyes, and malice rushed directly in front of me. If I didn't save these guys and just walked up to them, I would most likely be overwhelmed by resentment and malice.
Qin Yang frowned and began to think about what to do.
I'm almost annoying these guys to death, what kind of ghost world is this?
Either Huanshi is still jumping around after death, or he leaves behind strange things that are neither human nor ghost nor corpse.
How did Little Magic Buddha get up there?
The Pudu Grimoire he practiced has a high innate resistance to this kind of thing. In addition, it is possessed by Buddha bones, which is inherently more vicious than these things. With two layers of round light protection, it shouldn't be difficult to walk up...
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The bastards of the Lantern Sect seem to be a auxiliary sect, but their methods are even weirder. Who knows what weird magic weapon they have that can help them get through.
As for Brother Xiepan, he can cut through the void with his secret sky-breaking technique. Coupled with the method he majors in, he can withstand resentment in all likelihood, and it is not too difficult to cut out a passage...
How do I get up there myself?
Wedding Dress is unreliable. As long as those things that are the embodiment of resentment come to provoke us, Wedding Dress will slap her and the entire mountain of bones will be razed to the ground.
He didn't dare to let her take action.
After thinking about it, I started looking through my collection.
The Blood Lama can be used, plus the exorcism pen holder and the round light set, so I can try it first.
But as soon as he took out the Blood Lama, soft blood light bloomed from the Blood Lama and continued to disperse.
The lines inside the Blood Lama are like blood vessels, condensed and entangled, turning into holes on the surface of the Blood Lama.
The back of a Buddha wearing a high hat appears in it.
The low-pitched chanting sound slowly sounded, and then slowly turned into a bell, thunder and waves, shaking the whole world.
Endless resentment turned into billowing black smoke, swirling in the sky and turning into a whirlpool of black smoke. Above the corpses, illusory phantoms flew out, howling, screaming, and cursing. Along with the resentment, they soared into the sky.
He rose up and sank into the black vortex.
Qin Yang was secretly frightened, but he didn't allow him to think too much. The wedding dress on his back seemed to be moving slightly. His hands, which were originally intertwined, slowly curled up...
As soon as he stepped forward, Qin Yang turned around and ran away, taking the wedding dress and leaving the area covered by the blood. Who knew what the wedding dress would do.
After running wildly for more than ten miles and out of the range of the bloody light, Wedding Dress's hands became stretched again.
On the other side, the Blood Lama was floating in the air, and the sound of chanting sutras became more and more shocking. The sound was like thunderous explosions, blasting into people's hearts, and their souls were swaying in it.
But I couldn't understand a word of the chanting sound. I even heard the sound going in with my left ear and out with the right ear, but I didn't remember a single syllable.
Qin Yang's eyes narrowed and his expression became solemn.
The Tao should not be preached lightly, and the Dharma should not be leaked carelessly.
The phantom of the Buddha in Blood Lama is actually reciting classics!
As the sutra was chanted, the whirlpool of black clouds condensed in mid-air suddenly turned into a column of smoke and fell from the sky, hitting the bloody lama.
The endless resentment turned into billowing smoke, following the holes emerging from the Blood Lama, and then submerged into the back of the Buddha emerging from it.
The Blood Lama grew bigger and bigger, becoming tens of feet tall, and the back of the Buddha inside also grew bigger.
Qin Yang could clearly see the twisted human-shaped phantoms mixed in the endless resentment, all of which were phantomed by the Buddha along with the resentment...
Devour it!
Just an hour later, the sky cleared and turned into a blue sky. All the resentment that enveloped the sky was swallowed up by the phantom of the Buddha, whose back could only be seen.
When all the phantoms and resentments dissipate, the sound of chanting also dissipates.
The phantom of the Buddha, whose back could only be seen until now, slowly turned around and faced Qin Yang.
Wearing a tall hat and a worn-out cassock, he sat slumped down with his hands in front of his belly.
But those hands had no flesh and blood, only gray-black hand bones, and under the high hat, there was only a black-gray skull.
The empty eyes of the Buddha's shadow stared at Qin Yang, and he chanted again.
"If I don't go to hell, who will?"
After the chanting, the Blood Lama returned to his original size and fell from mid-air.
Qin Yang frowned and walked over to pick up the Blood Lama from the ground.
There were more blood streaks inside, and the whole thing seemed to be soaked with blood, but it gave people a sense of peace.
After activation, it is no different from before, except that it feels more powerful.
However, an unexpected change occurred in the Blood Lama. He activated it on his own, and the power he unleashed was far more terrifying than if he activated it on his own.
The possibility of being out of control is not a good thing after all.
Especially if this thing was refined using the pick-up skill, it's even less of a good thing.
At least it shows that skills are not omnipotent.
While I was thinking about it, the ugly chicken came out and roared angrily.
"Qin Youde, can you think of a way to kill the black shadow and bring him down?"
"What's wrong?"
"There was an old monk reciting sutras just now, and the black shadow asked me to come to you, saying that I have something to talk to you about."
"Hey, this guy has changed his gender? He actually comes to me?"
Qin Yang laughed out loud. Since he used to ask a few questions before, he would block the black shadow when nothing happened. The black shadow also lost his temper and pretended to be dead all day long.
This time, he actually took the initiative to annoy the ugly chicken and asked the ugly chicken to report the news?
With a thought, Qin Yang sank his consciousness into his body.
After going down, I saw a faceless black shadow condensed on the devil's hand into a face of...Qiu Da's deep pain.
"Qin Yang, if you don't want to become a walking zombie that has lost yourself one day, you'd better destroy that thing. None of these bald donkeys are good. They chatter like flies, buzzing in your ears.
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"You still have a grudge against Buddhists?" Qin Yang was quite surprised...
When the black shadow talked about killing him, cutting him into pieces and suppressing him, he didn't react so much. Hearing the sound of Buddha chanting sutras was like someone digging his ancestral grave to use as a toilet...
"Anyway, you should just listen to me. Each of these bald donkeys knows how to exploit loopholes to die. The thing in your hand is not just the last breath of anger infused by a bald donkey before his death. There is definitely something wrong with the past life, so
He left other things inside and was able to recite sutras, but 10% of the time his consciousness is still inside. If you wait for him to wake up completely, you will be finished."
"Am I finished, or are we finished together?"
"Okay, we're done together..." Heiying hesitated for a moment and told the truth: "Anyway, you should quickly find a way to destroy it, and don't throw it away. You can't throw it away. He has already noticed you.
Add some Drought Demon blood, add some Heavenly Demon blood, and soak him in it..."
After finishing speaking, Heiying seemed to still have something to say, so he thought for a while and added another sentence.
"Filling it into the eyes of the sea is the best solution."
"Heiying, tell me the truth, how much hatred do you have?" Qin Yang sighed, not ready to talk nonsense with Heiying, who obviously had a crooked butt.
The blood of the drought demon? The blood of the demon?
Don't be ridiculous, Drought Demon? The top boss among the zombies, except for blood essence, doesn't have a drop of other blood in his body. Want to get Drought Demon's essence and blood?
Even if you want to die, you don't have to go to such trouble.
As for the demon blood?
Anyway, after so long, I have never heard of a heavenly demon appearing. There are two meanings of heavenly demon, one is the top demon, and the other is an extraterrestrial creature. No matter which one, they are no simpler characters than Hanba.
As for the Eye of Reclamation, don't talk about it. According to legend, the Eye of the Sea is in the Endless Sea. No one knows where it is exactly. I'm afraid he has died countless times before he reaches the place.
Regardless of whether what the shadow said is true or false, it's almost as if he didn't say anything.
"Qin Yang, believe me, what I say this time is true!"
"I believe it! I really believe it! Look at my face, are there four big words written on my face: I believe in you!"
"Qin Yang, you can't..."
Shielding the black shadow again, Qin Yang left without hesitation.
It's true that Heiying has said that he really believed it this time. Why does he still think that I don't trust him?
I just believe whatever he says, and he still has an opinion.
This is a disease and it needs to be cured!
After opening his eyes, Qin Yang immediately threw the Blood Lama out...
Turn around and climb up the Bone Mountain and walk towards the stairs at the top of the mountain.
After seeing the skeletons along the way, his resentment disappeared. Qin Yang touched a few more without giving up, but after still getting no reaction, he gave up completely.
Most of the bones here are human skeletons, there are very few aliens, and only a dozen or so beasts are seen.
When they reached the top of the mountain and were about to climb the stairs to the next level, one of the skeletons caught Qin Yang's attention.
There are many lavender Dao lines all over the skeleton, but these lines themselves have no power or magic at all. There are thirty-six spines, and there are one more pair of ribs than ordinary people.
This kind of skeleton has been seen before, the son of Taojun Zixiao. The skeleton is like this, different from ordinary people, with obvious features.
Especially the remaining lines on it are exactly the same as what was seen at first.
Looking at the pelvis again, it is low and wide, and the pelvic cavity is short and wide. Looking at the skeleton as a whole, the height is not low, but the bones are slightly thinner.
The skeleton is that of a woman...
Daojun Zixiao’s daughter-in-law?
Also practice Guo Zixiao Tao Jing?
Qin Yang wondered in his mind, could it be the hatred for killing his wife?
But when I glanced at it again, I saw another wisp of lavender pattern just behind the stairs.
When I walked over and took a look, there were dozens of skeletons behind me, all of them looking like this.
Qin Yang was startled, and the inherent thoughts in his mind collapsed instantly.
In the absence of a treasure book recording the Taoist scriptures, it is impossible for Zixiao Daojun to pass on the Zixiao Taoist scriptures to so many people!
Qin Yang rushed forward and pushed aside the skeletons one after another, looking for skeletons with the same characteristics.
Not long after, I saw dozens of densely packed skeletons with basically the same features.
Qin Yang was finally determined.
When I met the son of Zixiao Daojun, I thought that these characteristics were left behind by practicing the Zixiao Taoist Sutra.
Now it seems absolutely impossible.
But they are born that way.
In other words, they are not human race at all, they are all alien races!
But in the end, it was Taojun Zixiao who married a foreign daughter-in-law and gave birth to a son with foreign blood?
Or is Taojun Zixiao himself a foreigner?
The structure of the body is different from that of ordinary people, and the bones are naturally containing Tao patterns.
The most likely one is that it belongs to the demon clan.
Yaoshou, is it possible that Lord Zixiao is a demon?
In an instant, Qin Yang realized.
In the past, I always secretly suspected that Zixiao Daojun had impure intentions, but he always felt that he was judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart.
But now, coupled with the speculation that Lord Zixiao might be a demon clan.
The reason I always couldn’t figure out and didn’t understand was finally found.
Because all the previous speculations were based on the premise that Taojun Zixiao was from a human race.
In this way, all conjectures based on it are naturally nonsense.
In addition, Taojun Zixiao was born in the wilderness, and the relationship between the foreign races and the human races there was not as harmonious as in Huliang.
So, it was Daojun Zixiao whose identity was discovered by Daojun Zhanhai?
A good gay friend joins forces with Zixiao Daojun in order to correct the race?
This is too far-fetched. At their level of strength, it is impossible for them to be as passionate as a passionate young man for such a simple reason...
However, it is still unclear whether it is Zixiao Daojun who married a demon clan wife, or whether he is also a demon clan...
After all, the previous legends always regarded him as the titled Dao Lord of the human race. If he was not a demon race, no one would have discovered him.
Qin Yang smacked his lips and couldn't understand. He just felt that this discovery was too surprising.
No matter what, you must be on guard against others.
It's better to prepare in advance, it's time to make a decision.
Qin Yang gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the wedding dress's hand.
"Wedding Dress, I'm going to do something very risky. I hope you won't take advantage of me. Otherwise, if I die here, you will really be trapped in the black tower of Lord Burial Haidao forever."
The wedding dress showed no response, but Qin Yang felt uneasy and uneasy.
But now that we've reached this point, we can't wait any longer.
Then Qin Yang sank his consciousness into his body again, and warned the ugly chicken in front of the black shadow.
"Ugly chicken, look at the black shadow. If there is anything strange about him, use all your strength to break open a trace of void and banish him and me to the endless void. We will all be finished together!"
"Qin Yang, are you kidding me? Why did I provoke you again..."
Qin Yang left decisively without saying a word.
Sitting cross-legged, his consciousness sank into his body and into the foundation of the Tao. He practiced the method in reverse. In an instant, some cracks appeared on the foundation of the Tao.
Qin Yang's face turned pale, his aura suddenly weakened, and his round and flawless Taoist base and integrated body all had a bunch of fatal flaws.
However, Qin Yang still gritted his teeth, a fierce expression appeared on his face, and his expression became a bit ferocious.
When you practice the Zixiao Dao Sutra backwards, the slightest thing will shake the foundation of the Dao.
And all the techniques he practices are based on the Zixiao Dao Sutra. If the foundation shakes, everything built on it will be affected.
Slowly, wisps of faint purple energy emerged from the blood all over the body, from existence to non-existence, and the vitality within it was vast and abundant. It seemed weak, but it contained the initial vitality of a world.
It is a truly innate thing, and all the vitality bred in a world is behind it.
This is the most pinnacle treasure that is most suitable for laying the foundation for spiritual practice. It has no power in itself, but it represents the beginning and represents one of the two, two, three, and three things among all things.
It is precisely because of this that it is in line with the Zixiao Taoist Scripture and has the most perfect power of tolerance.
Only by turning it into the foundation of this high-rise building of cultivation can anything be perfectly built on it.
Under reverse training, the innate Hongmeng Purple Qi is extracted and transformed into a wisp in the chest.
After the innate Hongmeng Purple Qi was released, it swayed gently and took the initiative to break out of the body, ready to fly away.
Qin Yang had long been prepared for any situation. He slapped his palm against his chest. The moment he touched this ray of innate Hongmeng purple energy, he decisively activated his skills to pick it up and complete the refining in an instant.
At that time, Taojun Zixiao directly injected this wisp of innate Hongmeng purple energy into his body and directly integrated it into the Taoist base.
In the early years, I thought that Taojun Zixiao had escaped into the void and was no longer traceable. He could only be regarded as a dying senior. He couldn't bear to take away such treasures after his death, so he gave them to a junior who liked him.
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In this way, Qin Yang will naturally not have any doubts.
After all, according to the thinking back then, Taojun Zixiao only had residual thoughts, but he could also control his physical body and poke a big hole in the Haoyang Bell with one finger.
If such a strong person wanted to harm him, a single thought could kill him completely.
Before seeing the Duobao Heavenly Wheel coming out of the sky again this time, Qin Yang had always felt that Master Zixiao was completely a thing of the past...
And this wisp of Hongmeng Purple Qi has been integrated into the Dao Foundation.
Qin Yang was definitely not willing to take the risk of shaking the foundation of the Dao by re-separating it and picking it up again.
But now, I feel a little sorry for my pure and kind self back then.
Although he is still a young man who is eager for justice and is pure and kind...
So now, if we would rather shake the foundation and cause flaws in the foundation, we must also add an insurance policy.
No matter whether Taojun Zixiao had other ideas, he gave it to himself back then, and it was the real deal.
If you want to pick it up yourself, it will naturally go smoothly.
Refined the innate Hongmeng Purple Qi, put it back into the Dao Foundation, and practiced the Zixiao Dao Sutra normally again.
The cracks all over the foundation are slowly recovering. I don't know if it's an illusion. I always feel that after the foundation is broken and then stood up, there is a feeling of being as immovable as a mountain but with hidden vitality in the foundation.
And the cracks that opened in the flesh body from the inside out, from the bones to the flesh and blood membrane, also slowly recovered.
The background becomes deeper.
Qin Yang was a little surprised. It turns out that there is such a big gap between complete refining and incomplete refining?
I have long been accustomed to it. Everything I touch is completely refined instantly.
I've never felt this kind of difference before.
After feeling it for a while, the result was better than expected.
After practicing for so long, the Tao foundation is too stable. If the Tao foundation is shaken, it will only cause a few more cracks, and it has basically been restored now.
Moreover, there is an extra trace of charm and vitality in the Hongmeng Purple Qi, which makes the recovery speed faster.
I estimate that it will take about three or four days to fully recover.
But now we are not sure whether this wisp of innate Hongmeng Purple Qi just now is an innate thing with spirit, and it took the initiative to escape after being separated...
It was Taojun Zixiao who felt the innate Hongmeng Purple Qi precipitating and thought he was dead, so he recalled him...
Not sure, but it doesn't matter, it has been completely refined now.
The patching of the loopholes went surprisingly smoothly, the shadows didn't come out to cause trouble, and there was no movement on the wedding dress.
Judging from the situation of the wedding dress, a wisp of vitality and innate things will definitely be very tempting to her. It may be able to directly get rid of her current state and revive her consciousness.
But she didn't move, which only meant one thing. She definitely didn't show mercy, but took it away, and she couldn't leave here.
As for the black shadow, I added a chicken drumstick to him. It didn't hold back this time, so it was a good job.
Consciousness sank into the body, and when he entered, he saw the Haoyang Bell pressing on the devil's hand, and the bells were ringing.
On the surface of the magic hand, a black shadow condensed into a face, roaring crazily.
Feeling the appearance of Qin Yang, the black shadow immediately turned the muzzle...
"Qin Yang! You wicked and smoking thing, let me tell you, this matter is not over yet. You let your black bird come to humiliate me. Shi Ke cannot be killed. I am not done with you, nor are you done with your black bird..."
"Well done, ugly chicken." Qin Yang praised the ugly chicken and left with satisfaction.
I thought the black shadow had changed his gender, but I didn’t expect that it was the ugly chicken who had made a meritorious deed...
After Qin Yang left, Chouji stood on the Haoyang Bell, looking down at the black shadow, sneering again and again.
"Old Ancestor, I have tolerated you for a long time. You dare to challenge Ancestor even though you were cut into pieces and suppressed by others. Today I will let you have a long memory and dare to hold back at a critical moment!"
"What an ugly chicken, you stupid, evil-doing smoking bird, I was wrong, you are even more evil than Qin Yang! When did I hold you back! You are waiting for an opportunity to retaliate!" The black shadow looked ferocious and crazy.
Roaring, the power in the demon's hand began to flow out continuously.
"Bah Liu..." The ugly chicken opened its mouth to swallow up the power, waved its wings, fell down on the Haoyang Bell, and kept rolling with laughter: "Hahaha, are you going to laugh your ancestor to death? Hahaha..."
"Ugly chicken, your uncle, are you here? Just wait and see what I say to Qin Yang!"
"Go ahead, anyone who doesn't say anything is wrong. If you say it, I will never deny it." The ugly chicken's eyes squinted as he smiled: "But let's see if Qin Youde believes in you or me?"
"Nima..."
"My mother has been dead for tens of thousands of years."
"..." The black shadow was almost furious, roaring crazily: "Knock on the inside! Knock on the inside..."
"Bah Liu...Bah Liu..." The ugly chicken was lying on the Haoyang Bell with its legs crossed, constantly absorbing the power overflowing from the hands of the Liu Demon, and quietly listening to the black shadow going crazy...
This is the mentality of a winner. As expected, only when you listen to the abuse can you feel that you have won. Let Qin Youde say that my ancestor has a defective IQ...
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And here, Qin Yang was holding one of the hands of the wedding dress with a solemn face.
"Wedding clothes, don't worry, as long as I don't die, I will definitely take you out of here."
The wedding dress showed no response...
Qin Yang let go of his hand and thought to himself, this hand is really a work of art. It is really like catkin, with skin like gelatin, and even the nails seem to have been slowly hammered out, perfect.
Moreover, he can easily smash a mountaintop with a single wave of his hand without any trace of fireworks...
In addition to being a bit cold, the cold is too heavy...
Thinking about the previous advantages, in the end this point is not considered a disadvantage, but a feature.
In a good mood, Qin Yang stepped onto the steps. Everything was developing in a good direction.
I touched my hand and the wedding dress didn't respond at all. This is a good sign.
Don't be afraid that one day you will accidentally touch something you shouldn't touch, and your wedding dress will slap your head into the chest.
Climb to the last level of the stairs and miss the mark with one step.
Just like last time, in the blink of an eye, the place changed.
This level is not big, only a few dozen miles at most, with tombs sparsely dotted on the ground.
The yin energy is very strong, and the death energy is also very strong.
These tombs are all shrouded in complex restrictions, and the smell of danger is everywhere.
Qin Yang took a quick look and gave up the idea of replacing the senior buried here with a new coffin.
The levels of the restrictions are extremely high, and the auras emanating from them are all vicious and cruel, and there are even some that Qin Yang can recognize, and they are all playing tricks that lead to the same death...
One of the tombstones is only half a person tall, and behind it is an ordinary earthen tomb. The surface is covered with restrictions, and there is nothing too dangerous about it.
When Qin Yang was studying in the tomb of Pirate Gate, he happened to learn identification from Uncle Meng.
This is an internal seal, a restriction from the inside out. As long as someone breaks it with common sense, the entire restriction will collapse instantly, and the person who breaks it will collapse and be expelled into the endless void together with everything in the tomb.
The dead don't care, but the living are really done.
Those that can be recognized are either impossible to crack or cannot be cracked for a while. As for the restrictions that are not recognized, they dare not touch them.
Qin Yang looked around with regret.
"Maybe God doesn't want me to dig graves, but wants me to be a good person..."
Just as I was about to move on, I looked up.
Under the blue sky, two blood-colored crescent moons hung in the sky with a strange brilliance.
A black light soared into the sky in the distance, and the dust in the sky rolled and radiated around the black light.
After a few breaths, a deafening roar was heard, like thousands of troops, carrying shock waves and dust, rolling in like a sandstorm.
Qin Yang stretched out his hand and blocked it in front of him, letting the strong wind blow by.
After a while, the dust settled, and in the distance, the headless Blood Moon Deadpool was seen standing on top of a thousand-foot-high tombstone.
There are eight big characters engraved on the tombstone like blood.
The Tomb of Blood Moon Deadpool Ye Xi.
Opposite him, a pitch-black phantom of the Buddha, more than a hundred feet high, sat slumped down, holding the Vajra Seal in his hand, hanging in mid-air.
Qin Yang's eyes lit up, Little Demon Buddha, he hadn't even walked to the front yet, and he was still here.
And Blood Moon Deadpool is also there...
Qin Yang took out the flower pot, looked at it carefully, and confirmed that the seeds had not sprouted yet. He breathed a sigh of relief and poured a lot of spiritual liquid into it.
He ran wildly and headed straight for the battlefield.
After Qin Yang arrived, the two fighting men stopped in unison and turned to Qin Yang at the same time.
"Brother Blood Moon, you continue, just pretend I don't exist. It's best to kill this bald donkey."
Blood Moon Deadpool ignored Qin Yang and continued to stare at the Little Demon Buddha...
The face of the little demon Buddha was distorted with anger, and an unknown fire broke out on the top of his head, mixed with the demonic energy, and turned into black demonic flames, burning blazingly.
Qin Yang grinned, took out a pen and paper, wrote a paragraph in a flash, folded it into a paper airplane, and threw it towards the little devil Buddha.
The little demon Buddha waved his palm to shred the paper plane, but he just thought of what Qin Yang wrote in front of him. Could it be that an ordinary piece of paper could have any conspiracy to harm him?
Suppressing the anger in his heart, the little devil stretched out his hand and grasped the paper airplane in his hand.
When I spread it out and took a look, my first reaction was that the characters were really ugly...
The writing is messy.
"Little bald donkey, your eyes have recovered, but you really don't have eyes..."
The little demon Buddha took a deep breath, silently recited the scriptures, calmed down the irritable feeling in his heart, and continued reading.
"Have you seen Blood Moon Deadpool's tomb? His tomb is here, and his head is most likely inside. If I guess correctly, he can't take out his own head. Without a head,
His consciousness is unclear, like a madman.
You, an outsider, will fight you to the death. With your condition, how long do you think you can last in his hands?
I, Qin Youde, am the most impatient of justice and impatient for others. I am going to find a way to break the seal of the mausoleum and take out the head of Blood Moon Deadpool. Then I can talk to a conscious Blood Moon Deadpool.
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If you don't believe me, just destroy this piece of paper and I'll go my own way. Blood Moon Deadpool won't do anything to me anyway.
If you believe me, just put this piece of paper away and try to buy me time.
Cooperating with me is your only way to survive!
Believe me! Believe me! Believe me!
Say important things three times."
The little devil held the paper, his hands were trembling, and he looked up. Qin Yang shrugged and continued walking inward with an indifferent expression.
Sure enough, Blood Moon Deadpool didn't even bother to stay with Qin Yang...
After hesitating again and again, the little devil put away the paper and thought to himself, now I can only believe him. If the stalemate continues, the final result will be my death here.
No matter what he wants to do, he can only wait until the crisis is resolved.
Qin Yang watched the little devil Buddha put away the paper, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and gave a thumbs up to the little devil Buddha.
I took the opportunity to kill the little devil, which was quite satisfying at the time.
But there is no powerful tank at the back, and there is no direct output when encountering problems, so why play a dungeon?
If you can turn the little devil into a thunder warrior who can resist and fight, he will be a perfect teammate.
That would be more advantageous.
Again, as long as we can get the Secret Book of Burial in the Sea and leave here alive, all other things must be ranked second.
Then……
Qin Yang turned around and quietly took out the flower pot and took a look...