Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 397 Bi Baishi, Try My Ten Thousand Penalties

Bai Wuchang, Bi Wusheng, took a six-foot-long white staff with white paper fringes wrapped around it, and walked out of the gate of Fengdu City.

This white stick, called mourning stick, also called mourning stick, is Bai Wuchang's weapon.

All fifth-grade meditation practitioners, as long as they choose the path of Bai Wuchang, use the mourning stick as their weapon, and the mourning stick will exert great power in Bai Wuchang's hands.

He didn't take the road to Huangquan, nor did he take the road to Yinyang Division.

He went straight into the misty wilderness.

It is this wilderness, Xia Hu has reminded Xu Zhiqiong more than once, don't go in it.

Not only Xu Zhiqiong, but even Bi Wusheng walked very carefully. This wilderness is a wild land where Yin and Yang meet. If you are not careful, you will get lost.

Bi Wusheng opened a piece of silk, on which was drawn a chessboard with black and white pieces interlaced, and locked the location of Zhonglangyuan.

Bi Wusheng trekked in the wasteland for more than two hours, and saw a light in the distance.

Red lanterns in front of Zhonglangyuan.

He found Xu Zhiqiong's home.

After 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 moved it to his nose, and took a deep breath of the fragrance on the silk handkerchief.

"It's so fragrant, Zhiqiong, why is the fragrance on this silk handkerchief so intoxicating?"

Xu Zhiqiong glanced at the silk handkerchief, but 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 wrap made of high-quality silk?"

Chang Decai joked: "Why haven't I seen it before? It's because your vision is narrow. Back then, I served the queen, and the foot wraps were made of high-quality streamer brocade."

"Liuguang brocade? Doesn't the queen feel slippery?" Xu Zhiqiong entered the west wing.

Yang Wu said angrily: "You listen to the old nonsense, this is definitely not a foot wrap, Junior Sister Han is the foot of heaven, where did you get the foot wrap?

Besides, the boxy ones are obviously silk handkerchiefs, and the foot wraps are all thin and long, you look like this..."

A thin and long white cloth suddenly floated in front of Yang Wu.

He wanted to explain something about this white cloth, but just 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, this is a white paper!

Chang Decai exclaimed: "Weeping stick!"

The white paper instantly entangled Yang Wu, Yang Wu cried for his father and mother, but Lao Chang didn't dare to come to rescue him.

Xu Zhiqiong rushed out from the west wing, picked up the dagger, and cut the note with one stroke. Yang Wu was free, and ran away, using the key to open the door to the mortal world.

Chang Decai pretended to be calm, seeing Xu Zhiqiong nodding his head slightly, he also hurriedly left Zhonglangyuan.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Zhiqiong was the only one left in the yard. Slender strips of white paper were floating in the air, and some paper money fell between the strips, hovering against the ground, making Xu Zhiqiong seem to be in a During the funeral.

"Ma Zhonglang, last time you left in a hurry, I didn't have time to see you off, let me see you off today,
In this life, you have nothing to do with the Yang world. In the next life, you will have nothing to do with any other life. I will just let you be wiped out! "

The paper money danced in a ball, enveloping Xu Zhiqiong, and Xu Zhiqiong circulated yin and yang energy, creating a vortex beside him, sucking the paper money aside continuously.

Just standing like this is not enough, the note is like a worm, entangled Xu Zhiqiong in all directions, Xu Zhiqiong stepped aside, trying to set a fire to burn these 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, bloodstains gushing out from his back.

"Did you see? I'm keeping your hand," Bi Wusheng smiled at Xu Zhiqiong, "If I hit you on the head with a stick, are you still alive?"

Xu Zhiqiong wanted to struggle to get up, but he couldn't control his feet, and he couldn't straighten his back. Bi Wusheng smiled and said: "Don't waste your efforts, I broke your spine, you are already a useless person,

I just want to ask you one thing, if you want to live, just tell me honestly, where is Liang Xianhong's crime? "

Xu Zhiqiong didn't speak, and crawled on the ground, trying to avoid the paper money and notes.

Bi Wusheng stepped forward and kicked Xu Zhiqiong in the face: "Can't you hear me when I ask you?"

Xu Zhiqiong fell to the ground on his back, struggling to breathe, but still did not speak.

"Why are you so stubborn? Liang Xianhong is dead, don't you just want to kill a fool? Kill them all, what else do you want?

Do you really want to see him get rid of the grudge next time?Are frying pans that fun? "

Bi Wusheng waved his hand, and a pan of oil appeared in midair.

"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 trembled all over, and a burst of scorched smoke rose from his body.

The amount of hot oil is not enough, not enough to be fatal. Bi Wusheng stepped on Xu Zhiqiong's scalded flesh, bent his body and said to Xu Zhiqiong: "Does it hurt? Say something, you say you hurt, I will spare you!"

Xu Zhiqiong lay dying on the ground, 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.

With another wave of Bi Wusheng's hand, dozens of extremely thin wires strangled Xu Zhiqiong's body, cutting the flesh into dozens of pieces.

Bi Wusheng touched the oil pan in mid-air, and the hot oil spilled on Xu Zhiqiong's body again, scorching the blood overflowing from the wound.

"Look at you, looking for a roast pig on the street is more pitiful than you recruiting people!" Bi Wusheng spat on Xu Zhiqiong's face, "Judge, a group of bedbugs that live in Yin and Yang, usually follow you A few polite words, do you really think of yourself as a human being?"

Bi Wusheng stepped on Xu Zhiqiong's face with another foot: "Let me ask you again, where is Liang Xianhong's crime?"

Without Xu Zhiqiong's words, Bi Wusheng picked up a knife and stuck it in Xu Zhiqiong's cheek.

"Wan Xing, Wan Xing, do you know why Ming Dao's eighth grade skill is called Wan Xing? Do you know that there are more than ten thousand types of punishment?" Bi Wusheng grabbed the knife and gouged out a piece of flesh from Xu Zhiqiong's face.

"Let's try all the punishments one by one, and let's see how long you can carry it!"

In Yangjian, Bi Wusheng's skills can only exert [-]% of his strength.

In the underworld, it can play [-]%.

In the place where yin and yang meet, he can perform [-]% of his performance, and can almost mobilize all the execution grounds in the underworld one by one.

Bi Wusheng waved his hand, and a piece of charcoal fire fell down.

The charcoal fire fell on Xu Zhiqiong's body, making a hissing sound. Amidst the thick smoke, Bi Wusheng was grinning when he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing in his ears.

He instinctively dodged, and a cut more than an inch long was made above the right cheekbone.

Almost forgot, this fellow 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, a voice came from behind: "No pardon!"

The Yinwei pulse produces killing intent, and it turns to the Chong pulse, which bears the image of the enemy's tragic death!
Judge's Fifth Rank Skill - Punish Evil Without Pardon!
Bi Wusheng's wound suddenly lengthened, from the cheekbone up to the temple, down to the mandible, half of his face was bleeding profusely.

It's nothing to suffer this little injury, but why did Xu Zhiqiong's voice come from behind?

Is this in front of you...

"No pardon!"

The second sound of "No Forgiveness" was heard, and the wound deepened. The right cheekbone was severed, 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 his teeth until he wanted to, and the lower half of his face hung above his head and moved.

He widened his eyes, looked back, and saw Xu Zhiqiong standing behind him.

The real Xu Zhiqiong is behind him.

His face turned pale, because Xu Zhiqiong was also in pain just now.

But he was not injured at all, it was a flesh and blood puppet that Bi Wusheng had been tormenting all this time.

How can it be?

Punish evil without forgiveness, and it can only be used after the judge is fatally injured.

What I hurt was a puppet, why did Xu Zhiqiong use Punish Evil Without Pardon?
What's more, why is his eyesight so poor today?
"You, you..." Bi Wusheng said vaguely, "Puppet, it's impossible..."

He wanted to say that there was no way he couldn't tell a puppet apart.

Xu Zhiqiong said with a smile: "You bastard pig, you fell into my illusion as soon as you entered the yard. Do you know what Zhonglang Wuwei is? You know that Zhonglangyuan is my territory!"

Zhonglangyuan is Xu Zhiqiong's territory, and Xu Zhiqiong has taken precautions early in the morning. As long as Xu Zhiqiong is prepared, Bi Wusheng has no chance of winning.

Both Yang Wu and Chang Decai were extremely sensitive to the ecstasy. After they noticed the abnormality, Xu Zhiqiong entered the west wing room and began to use three needles as a matchmaker to manipulate the puppets to move around the yard.

His main body remained in the west wing room, and quietly performed the sixth-grade skill.

The key is to succeed in the sixth-grade skill, because Xu Zhiqiong's puppet is too rough, once it gets close, it is easy for Bi Wusheng to see through.

Bi Wusheng won the sixth-grade skill, failed to distinguish the puppet, and began to fight with the puppet.

The puppet is not as agile as Xu Zhiqiong, and has no skills. It can only use simple yin and yang techniques, and it has not been Bi Wusheng's opponent from the beginning.

But Xu Zhiqiong doesn't need the puppet to defeat Bi Wusheng, on the contrary, he needs Bi Wusheng to cause serious damage to the puppet.

The three needles acted as a medium, Xu Zhiqiong and the puppet were connected by meridians, and the broken puppet played with it played a great role.

Xu Zhiqiong could feel the pain brought by the puppet, and the intense pain triggered Xu Zhiqiong's near-death force, allowing him to successfully activate the fifth-grade skill, punishing evil without forgiveness.

The next thing he had to do was to inflict a slight injury on Bi Wusheng.

It's too easy, this is his yard, Xu Zhiqiong occupies the best ambush position, he only needs to control the mandarin duck blade, and he can leave a streak of blood on Bi Wusheng's face without taking any risks at all mouth.

This inch-long bloody mouth was enough to kill Bi Wusheng.

"No pardon!"

The third sound of "No Amnesty" came, and Bi Wusheng's wound began to spread backwards. If left alone, the upper half of his head would fall to the ground.

At the juncture of life and death, Bi Wusheng activated the fifth-grade skill, ice arrest, on himself.

He froze his head to stop the wound from spreading further.

With his frozen head still conscious, he stretched out his right hand, suddenly pointed at Xu Zhiqiong's brow, and activated the seventh-grade skill—annihilation.

He wanted to destroy Xu Zhiqiong's soul.

How could Xu Zhiqiong let him succeed? His speed was much worse than Xu Zhiqiong's, so Xu Zhiqiong dodged by tilting his head.

Bi Wusheng ran up to 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 terrified, he was seriously injured and lost his upper hand, he had almost no way to survive in front of the judge.

He waved the mourning stick, wanting to fight Xu Zhiqiong desperately, Xu Zhiqiong suddenly shouted: "Wan Xing!"

Ten thousand punishments?

How could he have the skill of ten thousand punishments?

Does he have my underworld cultivation?
Bi Wusheng was shocked, but saw Xu Zhiqiong took out a horsewhip and slapped him on the ground.

A trap appeared on the ground, Xu Zhiqiong kicked Bi Wusheng into it.

The reamer flew, and one of Bi Wusheng's legs melted into a pulp.

The flames billowed, scorching Biwu's skin and flesh.

Numerous notes flew out of the mourning stick, firmly grasping the outer edge of the trap, and Bi Wusheng crawled out of the trap with the help of the mourning stick.

Xu Zhiqiong took out the thunder jade, released a blast of thunder, which exploded on the top of the Tianling cover, and then blasted Bi Wusheng down.

Bi Wusheng was not dead yet, half of his body was left, and he wanted to climb up. As soon as he probed, Xu Zhiqiong kicked him again, stepping him into the trap.

This time he couldn't fly out, as the blood sprayed, he was completely turned into a meat paste, even his frozen head turned into minced meat.

Xu Zhiqiong rubbed his cheeks, and touched his chest and abdomen. The torture that the puppet suffered just now left a lot of pain.

"Come on, Bi Baishi, let's go on the road, I'll see who can convict you."

Xu Zhiqiong lay on the edge of the trap and watched for a while, and suddenly found a problem.

There is no sin in the trap, only a puddle of flesh.

He couldn't see the sin karma before, and Xu Zhiqiong thought it was due to the practice of the underworld, and the sin karma of the meditators of the underworld might not be visible.

But now that Bi Wu is dead, the so-called death of the body and the disappearance of the dao, why is there no crime?
If there is no sin karma, where does his soul go?

(End of this chapter)