Back to Xianzun's youth [Transmigration Book]

Outside the six buildings.Qin Changxi was wearing a black robe and a silver-white mask, playing with a bone whistle in his hand.As he approached here step by step, he was covered with black butterflies and insects all over the sky.

Qin Changxi picked up the whistle and blew it softly.As soon as the whistle sounded, a circle of purple ripples appeared in the air, surrounding this elegant and elegant pavilion in the ethereal valley.

After learning that Xie Ying had entered Tinglan's secret realm, he had already sent a letter to his father who was far away in Zijinzhou, asking the Patriarch of the Qin family to activate the formation at the 480 Temple.

After "Nightmare" is refined, it can be controlled by the whistle in his hand.He didn't know how much cultivation this "Nightmare" could inherit from Huai Mingzi, but it should be enough to deal with the ruthless and broken Xie Ying.

"Thank you." Qin Changxi smiled slightly: "When you stepped on the blood of so many people to climb up to Xiaoyu Temple, did you ever think that you would have today?"

Qin Changxi said: "It's strange, it's strange. You did everything in the past and killed people like hemp. Today's evil karma is retribution."

A moth landed on his shoulder.The corners of Qin Changxi's mouth twitched triumphantly, and he looked up at the building, as if he saw it rising and falling down with his own eyes.

Finally, the sky in South Zezhou is about to change.

Finally, the cold gaze that had enveloped Zhongtian for hundreds of years disappeared in one day.

Qin Changxi read a name, full of hatred: "Xie Ying."

Qin Changxi is a cultivation base of Dongxu stage, and it is easy to enter Liudaolou, but he knows that Xie Ying is inside, so he chooses to stand outside and be the manipulator behind the scenes for the sake of caution.

Qin Changxi had been manipulating Nightmare and talking to Yin Wuwang before, but now Yin Wuwang is probably dead.

— the memory is replaced.The body is out of control.What is the difference between this and death?

Now, that body is under his control.

All the bugs in the valley are running here.

Jing Ruchen looked at the picture that appeared on the lake, was frightened, no longer immersed in inexplicable sadness, hurried outside, and shouted: "Yanqing, Yanqing, it's not good, something happened outside, outside A lot of bugs came, and the bugs surrounded the whole building."

Yan Qing was taken aback, raised his eyebrows and said, "Bugs?"

Jing Ruchen nodded, with a little fear in his eyes: "Yes, the poisonous insects in the whole secret realm seem to have surrounded this place. And I saw that the evil ghosts' way is collapsing, one wall after another is falling down, and many people are going to the Shura way. He ran away—do you think something will happen to Jun Ruxing, I searched inside for a long time but couldn't find him."

Yan Qing frowned and stood up; "Go down and have a look."

Jing Ruchen wiped away tears quickly: "Okay." She only dared to talk to Yan Qing, and after being questioned by Xie Shiyi in a cold voice, she was so scared that she didn't even dare to look at him.

Fortunately, Xie Shiyi's eyes did not fall on her.

Go through the animal road and reach the Shura road.

Looking at the bones everywhere, Jing Ruchen flinched and said, "Where are we going now?"

Yan Qing frowned as soon as he stepped into the Asura Way.

...He smelled a familiar smell here.

The four fields are low and wide, the ground is full of bones, the Shura way is the way of the devil, and now it really gives Yan Qing a bit of a demonic feeling.

"Is there blood here?" Yan Qing murmured, his eyes fell on the bloody footprints on the ground, and he said without thinking, "Follow." Following the blood on the ground, there is a hall made of bones in the center of Shura Dao.

Every floor in the Liudao Building is a formation, and this Hall of Bones is located on the formation, which is the eye of the formation.The first thing that came into view was a big pit.Now the side of the big pit is full of people, all of them are disciples of the Nine Sects who came here because of the vision of Ting Lan's secret realm and the collapse of the evil ghost way.

Everyone looked panicked and at a loss.

The hall is high and far away, with four bronze statues of ferocious beasts guarding the east, west, north and south respectively, with countless black and thick iron chains hanging across the middle.Every ferocious beast has a green face and fangs, is majestic and huge, and has eyes like copper bells, glaring at the people in the center of the hall.

Most of the participants in the Qingyun Conference were juniors, and many people said in fear: "Now, how do we get out? Is it really safe here?"

The older and assertive disciple immediately pointed the finger at Liu Guangzong's disciple after hearing the words: "Is it really possible to go out here? Why didn't I see the way."

A group of people from the Liuguang Sect looked at Yin Wuwang, and one of them questioned, "Yin Wuwang, where is the exit? You brought us here, how do we get out!" He is a disciple of the Yin family clan.Even now, his tone has the usual force and aggression.

Yin Wuwang's sleeves hung down, covering his severed hand.During the frenzied killing just now, his crown was loose and his hair was messed up, and his black clothes were covered in blood, but because everyone was in a panic, no one could see that something was wrong with him.Yin Wuwang smiled slightly, and said to everyone: "Don't worry, since I brought you here, I will definitely have a way to send you out."

Everyone looked at him, feeling a little strange in their hearts.

There is no other reason, Yin Wuwang's current state is too strange.The disciples of the Nine Great Sects who were able to participate in the Qingyun Conference have more or less heard of Yin Wuwang's name and met him in person.The Yin Wuwang in my impression was either sinister and extreme or full of resentment, how could he still smile at them peacefully like he is now.It's just that Yin Wuwang's smile is particularly weird now, the corners of his lips are curved, as if two faces overlap.

"If you want to get out, just jump into this pit." Yin Wuwang pointed to the big pit in the center of the Hall of Bones.The pit is about ten meters deep, just an earthen pit.The bottom can be seen with the naked eye, and there are some bits and pieces of bones piled up underneath.

The clan member of the Yin family was the first to make an opinion: "Are you sure you're not lying?"

Yin Wuwang tilted his head in doubt, as if puzzled: "Why am I lying to you? Well, there is no need to jump in too much, 50 people are enough. 50 people can start the battle. There are more than 300 people left outside the pit." As for people, with you watching, I dare not do anything."

The clan disciple of the Yin family felt that there was some truth and nodded.With Yin Wuwang's current cultivation level, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he definitely wouldn't dare to think carefully.Here again is the secret realm of Fuhuamen. As one of the nine sects in Nanze Prefecture, there must be no evil spirits.

"Then who will go down voluntarily?"

They still regard this as an ordinary trial, and they regard each other as competitors.I'm afraid that I will go down and work hard to make wedding clothes for others.

They looked at each other in blank dismay, harboring secret thoughts, and they were unwilling to be this early bird.

Seeing this, Yin Wuwang smirked, and suggested: "It seems that everyone is not willing. In this case, let's draw lots." He conjured a small bamboo tube from his hand, and it was filled with bamboo sticks. He smiled and said: "There are fifty bamboo sticks with red bottoms, please trouble the fifty fellow Taoists who have been drawn to go down and start the battle."

Everyone looked at the bamboo tube he took out, without saying anything, and went up to get the lottery one by one.Such an aboveboard draw of lots, although the faces of the 50 people who were selected were not happy, they had no objections.

"After we jump down."

Yin Wuwang smiled politely and said: "After jumping down, I will trouble you to stand against the wall."

These 50 people came from nine different sects. With a flick of their sleeves, they jumped out of the pit.If someone can know everyone, they will find that these people have a common characteristic - they are independent in the sect, behave eccentrically, and their cultivation base has improved by leaps and bounds in recent months.

The 50 people followed Yin Wuwang's command and stood close to the wall.

Yin Wuwang walked under the beast in the east of the palace, and in the eyes of the crowd, he suddenly leaned over and smiled strangely, the smile seemed to blur two faces, and the voice seemed to overlap.

He held out a hand that was intact.Gently fiddled with the iron chain that was locked on the foot of the beast statue, and said hoarsely: "I don't need to kill you one by one. The thing you ate in various auctions and black markets is enough to kill you. How can the world not understand that there is a price to be paid for taking shortcuts in everything.”

"Now I am merciful, let you get rid of it sooner."

When Yin Wuwang said the last sentence, his voice had completely changed into that of an old man, his smile deepened strangely, and then his fingers grabbed the black chain fiercely and smashed it into pieces.

"Get out of here early, kids."

The nine sect disciples who stayed outside the tiankeng finally realized that something was wrong.

"Is that right, Yin Wuwang, what are you doing?" "Stand back! Be careful!"

The iron chain under the beast's feet fell to the ground with a clatter, splashing countless dust.Under the panic-stricken gaze of the crowd, the majestic and solemn blue bronze statue of Zhengdongfang, with its eyes made of stone beads rolled, and black water spewed out from its wide-open mouth.

The water flowed from top to bottom like a waterfall, pouring into the big pit in the center of the hall.The disciples of the Nine Sects who were fighting against the wall in the pit turned pale when they saw this, and felt the strange phenomenon, and wanted to leave quickly.

But black iron chains grew from the wall to bind them all.

"Yin Wuwang!" Their eyes were bloodshot, and their canthus were about to split open: "You actually murdered us? You are not small! Nanze Prefecture is not allowed to kill innocent people indiscriminately. If you harm us, you will definitely be expelled from the sect after you go out." Door!"

Yin Wuwang stood under the bronze unicorn statue, wearing a deep black robe, looking at the disciples in the pit from afar.He has a youthful appearance now, but his eyes seem to have experienced thousands of years of wind and frost.

Yin Wuwang smiled and said, "It's not me who murdered you, but you yourself." He said sarcastically, "Nanze Prefecture is not allowed to kill innocent people indiscriminately? You dare to buy a drug on the black market. Is it true that you can't kill innocent people indiscriminately?" ?”

Black market, drugs, killing innocent people indiscriminately.

His three words resounded lightly in the Hall of Bones.Some were confused, some were pale.And the people in the pit all had constricted pupils, trembling lips, unable to speak.

Outside Liudao Building, Qin Changxi manipulated the "Nightmare" who had already occupied Yin Wuwang's body.There is quite a kind of complacency of being buried for thousands of miles and finally pulling up the thread. Through the mouth of "Yan", he said with a faint smile: "When you buy the elixir, you will know-the elixir can let you rebuild your cultivation, but you need to buy it." Awakened with human heart and blood?"

"You guys are mediocre. If you can successfully enter the second round of the Qingyun Conference, you really haven't killed anyone?"

From Zijinzhou to Nanzezhou, there were many auctions and many black markets, just for today.

Huai Mingzi's nightmare needs a germinal disc full of evil thoughts to parasitize, so he chose Yin Wuwang.

Huai Mingzi's nightmare requires the painstaking efforts of a hundred young Nascent Soul cultivators to wake it up, so he chose the Qingyun Conference.

In fact, even if all 500 people died in it.

Jing Ruyu doesn't need to worry.

The lord of Shifang City Mingcheng was originally released from Zijinzhou on purpose and set up by them.When the dust falls to the ground, everything can be blamed on greed and the Demon Realm.

People in the Demon Realm are vicious and vicious, desperately in need of spiritual stones, hiding in the black market to sell evil medicines to disciples of the Nine Sects.Evil medicine can help people temporarily improve their cultivation, but it will erode people's reason.Desperate for quick success and quick profit, the disciples of the nine sects who wanted to participate in the Qingyun Conference devoured the elixir. After entering the secret realm of Tinglan, they uncontrollably began to slaughter their fellow sects, and finally died violently one after another.

Everything makes sense.

It's all greed.

The Fuxi stone cut off the consciousness outside, and no one knew what was found inside.

Qin Changxi blew the whistle again, smiled, and lightly uttered the last sentence.

"Everything is your own fault."

In the Hall of Bones, Yin Wuwang also slowly said: "Everything is your own fault."

boom!Another iron chain was destroyed by him, and the bronze unicorn spit out more and more black water, filling the big pit into a swamp and burying the 50 people alive.Someone outside the pit came to his senses and rushed over to stop Yin Wuwang.But in the middle of the run, he was immediately tied up by tens of thousands of criss-crossing iron cables across the sky, and lifted into the air.

In an instant, Shura's Bone Hall became a hell on earth.

"No, Yin Wuwang, you can't do this!"

When Yan Qing, Jing Ruchen and Xie Shiyi arrived, they happened to watch this scene.

Hundreds of people were suspended in the air by iron chains, each of them could not move, and their faces were as pale as paper.The black water on the ground has filled the pit, thick, like a swamp.Right in the middle of the swamp was a small vortex, scarlet.

The blood coagulated vortex was like a hole, and Yin Wuwang walked to the edge of the swamp step by step.

In an instant, the blood at the eye of the formation was all aimed at him, congealed in the air, and wrapped around him, like thin blood-red threads one after another.

Finally, the blood lines merged into the eyebrows.

A vast gust of wind suddenly rose from the ground in the main hall, curling Yin Wuwang's black robe and his black long hair.

Yin Wuwang's bloody severed hand slowly grew a new hand in a red light.

Thin, skinny, covered with brown spots.Obviously an old man's hand!

Yin Wuwang slowly opened his eyes, this time, his eyes had completely turned green.The moment I saw his eyes.

The disciples of the Nine Sects were no less than five thunderbolts, their bodies trembling violently from hands to feet, and their voices were hoarse.

"Demon Seed??!"

"Yin Wuwang, you are actually a demon seed??!"

Yin Wuwang didn't speak, he looked down at his hands, his neck bones moved stiffly, and then he looked at his surroundings strangely.He was motionless, but the blood in his body was getting thicker and thicker.

Nightmare is slowly awakening.

Awakening belongs to Huai Mingzi's memory, and awakening belongs to Huai Mingzi's cultivation.

Qin Changxi held a bone whistle outside, smiled triumphantly, finally.

Finally waited for this moment.

His heart raised nervously, and fanatical anticipation appeared in his eyes.The thought that he could use the whistle to manipulate a nightmare who was at the peak of the transformation stage, manipulate him to speak, manipulate him to kill.

His whole blood seemed to be boiling.

Qin Changxi whistled again, and this time, acting as his master, he gave an order to the awakened Huai Mingzi: "Destroy the Liudao building, remember, don't let anyone escape."

His voice was full of arrogance and hatred.Unexpectedly, the ripples formed by the whistle did not flow into the building this time.Qin Changxi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his whole body became cold.And when he was surprised, the bone whistle in his hand was suddenly shattered with a bang by an irresistible force.Qin Changxi was also seriously injured, spit out a mouthful of blood, fell from the air, and landed among the thousands of insects.

Inside the Hall of Bones.

"Yin Wuwang" stared at his hand, Zhang Zhang He He for a long time, and finally understood what was going on.He raised his eyebrows, his voice was hoarse, cold like a poisonous snake dormant in a cave for thousands of years.

Those who listen to every word feel chills in their bones.Just like his current unfathomable cultivation and aura.

"Yin Wuwang" whispered strangely and sarcastically, "Is this... the art of preventing nightmares?"