Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 870 Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice. 4
Heaven's punishment is different from God's punishment.

Although there is a difference of one word, the power is not the same.

Heavenly punishment is a sharp weapon of judgment controlled by the Dao of Heaven, aimed at those who practice magic arts, and Heavenly Punishment is a sharp weapon of judgment of heaven and earth, specially used to punish gods, demons and immortals.

There is still a glimmer of life under the punishment of God, but there is no end to death under the punishment of God.

The power of Heaven's Punishment is not static. It depends on the strength of the person being punished. The stronger the person against the sky, the stronger the power of Heaven's Punishment.

The red monk's lips were full of frivolity and coldness, and his voice was even more icy: "Since you know who they are, you should know that if you touch them, you will be destroyed!"

The world will also be destroyed.

If Hideo Abe really ingested the souls of two people, then the world will be in chaos.

The witch was standing at the vent holding the flute, the wind was blowing her hair, and her voice was piercingly cold: "I'm going to order them!"

Before Fu Yuejun and Jin Tingxiao could react, they saw the figure of the witch floating over like a ghost. Her movements were so fast that they couldn't see her movements clearly.

Surrounded by demented songs one after another, there are scriptures lingering in my ears.

The monk looked at the two people with compassion, and quickly switched his hands.

Fu Yuejun and Jin Tingxiao felt as if their heads had exploded, and their bodies were completely out of control, floating into their original bodies.

They couldn't bear the force for a moment and fainted.

And in the next second, there was an overwhelming net pressing down on the top of the monk in red.

"Stubborn!"

The monk in red's voice gradually became colder and even more murderous. He took out a bronze mirror from his sleeve and bit his fingertips.

Using blood as ink, he drew a talisman on the mirror.

A golden aura suddenly appeared on the mirror, and the blood talisman suddenly turned into thousands of runes. He held the mirror and raised his hand, and the golden light shone, and all the nets receded.

As soon as he turned his hand over, the faint blue soul-inducing lamp appeared in his hand.

He turned the soul-attracting lamp, and thousands of rays of light radiated in all directions. The witch was immediately backlashed and fell heavily on the city wall, spitting out a big mouthful of blood.

Eyes full of fear.

"It's a soul lamp..."

Anyone who understands yin and yang spells knows what a soul lamp is.

It is a sacred object of the underworld, which is condensed from the most yin and evil energy in the world, and burns with the fire of hell. There are only two in the world.

The conditions for inheriting the Soul Lamp must be born with a yin life and a yin bone, and the whole body is yin, or born with a pure yang life.

When these two lamps are used at the same time, they can penetrate yin and yang, shock all ghosts, search souls and reshape the soul.

"Your destiny star is still bright, and I will forgive you today. If you do more evil, you will be punished by heaven."

The monk in red said coldly, and took the corpses of Jin Tingxiao, Fu Yuejun and Qin Erye, and disappeared in this place in an instant, as quickly and silently as when he came.

It's hard to reflect.

This night, both Fu Yuejun and Jin Tingxiao felt that they had a nightmare all night. They dreamed that their souls came out of their bodies, floating in mid-air, and then experienced a fierce battle.

Yes, that bad fight...

The two of them suddenly opened their eyes, and what they saw was a cave.

The cave is desolate, and a female Buddha is inlaid on the stone wall. The strange thing is that the Buddha has long hair and kind eyes, not like a Buddha.

The monk in the red robe sat cross-legged in front of the green lamp Buddha, his face was as clear and beautiful as a crown jade, and his body was full of austere and solemn Buddha light. He twisted a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and slowly rotated them at his fingertips.

The vague scriptures whispered mysteriously, read out devoutly from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)