The Supreme Being

Isn't the Poisonous Hand Demon possessed by the evil spirits or evil thoughts from the Gate of Death? How could he die tragically in Shengmen?

Could it be that my judgment was wrong, or that the ghosts or evil thoughts at the door of death were restrained in the door of life, so I simply abandoned the body and escaped?

Meng Qi's thoughts were whirling, and the life-threatening Yaksha's face turned dark, and he did not dare to act rashly. He turned back and looked at the body of the Poison Hand Demon Lord from a distance.

Suddenly, he let out a light sigh: "It doesn't look like it was torn into two pieces. The fracture is smooth, as if it was chopped with a knife."

Cut with a knife? Meng Qi looked at it in shock, and saw that there were no signs of tearing on the two corpses of the Poison-Hand Demon Lord, as if they had been chopped with a knife or an axe.

"If I hadn't known about my own affairs, I almost thought I was the one who did it..." For a moment, Meng Qi suspected that he had seen the wounds caused by "Creation of the World", just like Yang Zhenchan whose traces were destroyed by himself.

As soon as the idea came up, Meng Qi was suddenly stunned. He could not necessarily rule out the possibility of taking action himself!

When he was at the Zhenwu Suspicious Tomb, there was no sign or sound of the evil thoughts possessing him. Could it be that the things in the Poison Hand Demon Lord were transferred to himself? Taking advantage of the illusory array to confuse my senses, you took control of my body?

The more Meng Qi thought about it, the more frightened he became. If he hadn't breathed out his vitality, his body would have formed a cycle of its own, and his control would have been so strong that he might have developed a layer of white hair and sweat.

Meng Qi, who had a lot of experience, took a deep breath, calmed down his mind, and with his spirit spreading, he carefully inspected the body of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord.

He did not rot into mud like Yang Zhenchan, but lost all moisture, including blood. Both his body and internal organs were shriveled and withered, and the wounds were flat and cut in two.

Seeing this, Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief. This sword just had the appearance of "opening up the world", which was unrealistic and seemed to be a deliberate imitation.

Imitating "Creation of Heaven and Earth", did anyone see me killing Yang Zhenchan? No, I also used it when I escaped from death... Meng Qi frowned.

Suddenly, the life-killing Yaksha stretched out his hand and took away the rotten black pouch of the Poison Hand Demon Lord - the gloves had also rotted into mud, but the things in the pouch were better preserved because the bag prevented disasters.

Because of the relationship between the life-killing Yaksha and the Poison-Hand Demon Lord, no one objected when he took the black pouch. Although Meng Qi was heartbroken, he still did not take action. They still needed to explore the path and step on the traps.

Moreover, Meng Qi is also struggling with another question: Will he be possessed by the evil spirit or evil thoughts of Death Gate?

The incident about Zhenwu's suspected tomb left a deep impression on him. He didn't know when he was possessed, and it is difficult to rule it out now.

He calmed his mind, with his soul on top, looking down at the "heavens", his acupoints opened, working secretly, looking for any abnormality.

"No problem..." Meng Qi's Dharma appeared inside, dim and dark, chaos opened up, the heavens were born, and universes and worlds appeared in all directions, without any abnormality.

Then, he visualized the first posture of "Tathagata Divine Palm", the golden Buddha pointed to the sky and touched the ground, only "I" was the only one, pointing to himself and others, but still no foreign objects were brought out.

If there is no such thing, then choose to believe in yourself! Meng Qi is no longer suspicious. Under the palm of the Immortal Prime Minister and the Tathagata of Visualization, if there are still evil thoughts or evil spirits that can quietly possess the body, it cannot be solved by the exterior scene. There is no need to worry. When the task is completed, find the Six Paths " help"!

He only has one "Dharmakaya-level" item on his body, which is the wood carving given by Mr. Lu Da. He has held it in his left hand for a while now. It feels normal to the touch and is still an ordinary wood carving.

"Let's continue." Suomingyaksha said gloomily.

Meng Qi and "The Demon" Jia Zhen didn't say much and moved cautiously.

One step, two steps, three steps, mist steamed up again, Meng Qi carefully changed direction and did not stay where he was.

After a cup of tea, the fog subsided, and Meng Qi saw that the gray square was empty except for the life-threatening Yaksha not far away.

"Jia Zhen is also dead?" Meng Qi's spirit dispersed and he found a pool of flesh and blood, which seemed to have been crushed by a huge boulder. Judging from the clothes mixed in, it was none other than "the demon" Jia Zhen.

Everything on him was crushed to pieces!

This middle-aged scribe who made him feel familiar but unrecognizable also died silently... Meng Qi suddenly felt shuddering. He was worthy of burying the entire Bomi Kingdom in the Worry-free Valley. Fortunately, he pretended to be self-serving and pulled the examiner. enter!

Meng Qi and Suoming Yaksha looked at each other and saw each other being wary and sizing up each other.

"Continue?" Meng Qi asked.

Suoming Yaksha said solemnly: "Of course."

Only a few steps to the entrance!

The two of them moved forward at the same time, and after three steps, the fog rose as usual, blocking off the senses.

Following his understanding, Meng Qi took a step diagonally, changed his position, and sensed the sea formed by the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth. It was also filled with mist, covering nature.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed towards him like lightning, with a strong demonic energy, like a centipede, trying to wrap around Meng Qi tightly.

Meng Qi, who had been on guard for a long time, faced the wind and suddenly emerged from the demonic centipede.

At this moment, human-shaped black shadows jumped out from the white mist, either with fists, claws, palm knives, finger vertebrae, or spirals. They all contained legal principles, overwhelming the sky and the earth, and full of a corrosive feeling. , and the meaning of depravity is imprinted in my heart.

Meng Qi made no attempt to defend himself and slashed out with his long sword, and the sun shone brightly in many acupoints.

The sword was like a blazing sun, slashing out thousands of feet of light, which was either false or real, folded or reversed, "engulfing" all nearby places.

The sun shines brightly, leaving nothing behind!

Dang, dang, dang, the long sword constantly collided with the opponent's fists and feet, making the sound of gold and iron clashing, and many black shadows collapsed.

Suddenly, black shadows gathered together, as if they were born with two horns, and filled with evil energy.

It closed its hands and caught the flowing fire entity just right, and the sunlight immediately dissipated.

Meng Qi suddenly felt a powerful suction force coming from the flowing fire. His flesh, flesh, bones, and soul essence all felt loose, as if they were about to throw themselves at the opponent!

Pale gold emerges, its suction is like a worm shaking a big tree, but it has no effect.

The opponent's Qi changed accordingly, and Meng Qi felt a strong sense of danger in his heart. He directly unblocked the flow of fire and coordinated with the change of moves.

boom!

The stream of light caught between the palms was like a sun coming down, making continuous explosions, rolling with scorching heat, and radiating light.

With this push, the long sword passed between the palms and stabbed the opponent's chest!

The opponent's chest seemed to be made of gold and iron, but the flowing fire, which was already a top-grade weapon, only paused briefly before piercing it.

boom!

The scorching heat exploded, as if the sun was exploding. The smell of burnt flesh and blood wafted in, and the surrounding white mist was blown thin!

When the flow of fire paused for a moment, the opponent took advantage of the situation and flew backwards, so that the long sword did not penetrate too deeply, but a big hole was melted in the chest, and the internal organs were half turned into water and half burned black!

At this time, Meng Qi felt a strong numbness that spread to the tips of his hair.

"It's him! Heavenly Demon Bliss!" Meng Qi said almost in shock. Through the thin white mist, he saw the other person. It was Jia Zhen, the "Haunted Heavenly Demon" who had died before.

And Meng Qi also recognized his identity from his skills. He was the "mythical" old Zhong, not a member of the Samsaras!

No wonder there was no trauma after being stabbed before. The devil's golden body is inherently invulnerable and has magical defensive skills!

Old Zhong, who had returned to his original appearance, was a bit uglier again, with a lot of pimples on his face. He kept retreating until he reached the edge of the gray-white square.

Meng Qi tried to catch up, but was blocked by layers of solid white mist.

At this time, most of the fog disappeared, and Meng Qi saw the life-threatening Yaksha. The light of Wutu was emitting from his body, and he was struggling to support himself under the hands of a translucent Yin spirit.

This Yin spirit has an old face, is dressed in a black robe, and has thick white hair, like thin snakes, hanging down behind him.

As the white mist subsided, he gave up his attack and disappeared into the mist.

"It's you!" Suoming Yaksha looked at the old clock protected by white mist, his eyes filled with anger.

But he was not in a hurry to take action, as if he was waiting for something.

Old Zhong Jie Jie smiled strangely and his mental state was obviously abnormal: "Who told you to invite me?"

"What on earth do you want to do? You haven't even entered the gate of life yet!" Suoming Yaksha was extremely puzzled by his hurried action.

The flesh and blood on Lao Zhong's chest squirmed and his internal organs evolved. He glanced at Meng Qi and said with a crazy smile: "Of course I will kill you all!"

Hearing these words, Meng Qi seemed to have guessed something, and said calmly: "Are you sent by Shinhwa to look for clues in Wuyou Valley?"

"Myth..." Suoming Yaksha only knew that the mythical Emperor of Heaven killed the emperor of the Jin Dynasty when he was trading. Now that he met the "rightful master", it suddenly seemed like a dream.

Lao Zhong was happy to delay his recovery: "Yes, I didn't expect that you guys could find a way out so quickly when you got together. I didn't have time to pass on the news, so I had to kill you first and suppress the matter."

The incident happened suddenly, and he had no way to notify Shinhwa. He was afraid that the things in Wuyou Valley would be discovered first, so he secretly assassinated the treasure hunting group and destroyed it. Little did he know that the first attempt failed, and the first person to be killed was Meng Qi.

"Who is that Yin spirit?" asked Ming Yaksha.

Old Zhong chuckled and said: "According to the records I have obtained, the important places in Bomi will be protected by ancestral spirits. As long as you worship sincerely, you will be blessed by the ancestral spirits."

"You kowtow not just to open the door..." Suoming Yaksha suddenly realized.

Normally, ancestral spirits that have not been worshiped will dissipate after more than a hundred years, but this place is special, dark, damp, and full of death. It makes sense that the ancestral spirits have existed for more than a thousand years, but it seems that he has lost his intelligence. , all based on instinct, and also with the help of fog.

Lao Zhong's chest and abdomen returned to their original shape, and his breath was slightly weak. He glanced at Meng Qi and the two, and sneered: "You don't dare to move, are you afraid that the phantom formation will be stirred up again and the ancestral spirits will attack?"

"It doesn't matter, I'll inspire you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the laughter of Suoming Yaksha: "Jia Zhen, why do you think I invite you, a casual acquaintance?"

"You..." Lao Zhongtou was stunned.

The face of the life-demanding Yaksha turned cold: "It's convenient to kill, no need to share the treasure!"

At this time, a figure appeared out of thin air, grabbed it with both hands, and the blood-brown water surged, forcibly grabbing the ancestor spirit out of the formation!

The visitor was wearing a black imperial robe, with white hair pulled up into a high bun, and a snake-shaped wooden hairpin. His face was full of wrinkles, and he had some resemblance to the ancestors!

"Underworld Emperor!" Lao Zhong's expression changed drastically, he took out something, turned around and flew towards the exit.

The old god of life-killing Yaksha was here, and he was confident. He did not chase after him, but looked at Meng Qi with a smile:

"You're calm, aren't you scared?"

Meng Qi returned the smile with a bright smile, his teeth were white and neat:

"Why should I be afraid?"