There is no doubt that with his delay, Mr. Yu will definitely reach the Artifact User before him. Whether it is threatening him with the opponent or grabbing the Holy Medical Pot, it is not good news for him.
Threatening the lives of three people to him, he would not be able to refuse to save them, and he would definitely resort to a deadly weapon;
If he takes away the Holy Medical Pot, even if he is the inspector of Jing'an Department, he will have to carry it around without being able to eat.
More importantly, Ye Qing felt a vague uneasiness in his heart, always feeling that the other party's plan would not be so simple.
Ye Qing had another suspicion in his mind. Whether Gong Yu threatened him with the lives of three magic weapon users or snatched away the Holy Medical Pot, it was considered a bad move.
Because he was watching, no matter how the other party tried to escape, they would not be able to escape smoothly. It would be like drinking poison to quench their thirst. They would die when the powerful men from Jingan Division came to support them. So the best way is to kill him without stopping, and it will be over.
In fact, the situation is now over, Yin Nu is dead and Yin Chan is seriously injured. Chu Gong's best choice is to escape while he and Yin Nu are fighting. This would have been the smartest thing to do, but he did not. Instead, he chose a The stupidest way.
Is Mr. Yu stupid?
Obviously, he's not stupid.
A person who is not stupid suddenly chooses a stupid path, so it is definitely a conspiracy.
A huge conspiracy.
Although I don't know how the other party killed him, it doesn't mean that it is impossible.
And the more I think about it, the more likely it is.
Now that he has a premonition, he must nip the danger in the bud and stop whatever the other party wants to do.
But in just a moment's delay, Yu Gong was already one step ahead of him and arrived in front of the three magic weapon users.
A mass of silt was seen flowing to the feet of the three magic weapon users, slowly rising up, as if it was going to cover the three of them.
Seeing this, Ye Qing raised the corners of his lips slightly, and a gong suddenly appeared in his hand.
Then, Ye Qing held the drumstick in his right hand and the gong in his left hand, and knocked heavily on the gong.
"when……"
Amidst the clear and melodious sound of the gong, a gloomy and evil force rippled out, the void trembled slightly, and the mud that was about to completely cover the three magic weapons suddenly came to a standstill.
"Dangdang..."
Immediately, Ye Qing held a gong and struck it as he walked. Amidst the clanging sound of the gong, the three magic weapons caused the mud on their bodies to clatter down uncontrollably.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Qing successfully walked to the side of the three magic weapon users.
"call……"
Walking behind the Magic Weapon User, Ye Qing stopped beating the gong and looked a little pale.
The drumsticks and gongs in his hands were obtained from the lake spirits in Yuquan Village. They are called soul-catching gongs. They are real grudge-level artifacts. The gongs are made of soul copper and can attack the souls and influence the thoughts of other people's souls. , confusing the opponent's memory, and even erasing the opponent's memory, absorbing the opponent's soul, and controlling the opponent; the drumstick is made of gloomy wood, which can break the evil spirit, affect the circulation of the spirit, the movement of energy, and cause abnormal Yin damage.
However, the flaw of the Soul-Capturing Gong is also very obvious, that is, the sound of the Soul-Capturing Gong is an indiscriminate attack. In short, it affects others as well as yourself, injuring the enemy by one thousand, and damaging yourself by eight hundred.
In fact, if he hadn't practiced the "Xihuang Chenghu Guan Thought" by chance and had strong mental power, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to strike the soul-stirring gong, because it was very likely that he would be finished before the other party was dead.
If that was the case, who could he ask to reason with?
Therefore, even he was a little bit too much to knock the gong five or six times in a row.
Taking two deep breaths, Ye Qing calmed down the somewhat chaotic thoughts and intelligence in his mind, and stepped onto the mud on the ground.
That ball of mud is the true body of Mr. Yi. Apparently, Mr. Yi was affected by the soul-destroying gong and has not yet recovered.
While you are sick, I will kill you!
As Ye Qing raised his foot and stepped down, Yu Gong gradually regained his intelligence. The mud surged and turned into a huge palm, trying to block Ye Qing's brutal trampling.
Seeing this, Ye Qing didn't panic at all, and gently tapped the soul-stirring drumstick in his right hand on the huge outstretched palm.
Then, the palm turned into mud shattered silently.
Then, Ye Qing's right foot stepped smoothly on the mud on the ground.
"Boom..."
The ground trembled suddenly when his feet stepped on the ground, like a drum beating in the sky, and the mud on the ground was directly stepped on and splashed in all directions.
But the next moment, with Ye Qing as the center, the foehn wind surged out, howling like a roar, and the splashing mud was burned into fly ashes without leaving even a trace.
Yu Gong died.
At the moment when Mr. Yu died, the handwriting written by the penman in the house seemed to have been erased by some invisible force, and disappeared line by line.
Only the three words "death" did not disappear. Instead, they flew into the pen holder. The aura on the pen's body suddenly became a little weaker, as if it had suffered a backlash.
On the long street, after killing Mr. Yu, Ye Qing took a deep breath, and suddenly stamped his foot on the ground. Foehn wind poured into the ground and stepped on Yin Chan who was struggling to break out of the ground.
If you want to come up, just wait!
Immediately, Ye Qing touched his eyebrows with his hand and felt the fourth strange thing hidden in the dark.
The other party's ability is really too weird. If he doesn't die, I will feel uneasy.
When he was looking for the pen man, the pen man in the room seemed to be furious and continued his great work of coding:
Ye Qing discovered me and was looking for my hiding place, but he didn't find it. Just when he was looking for my hiding place, a magic weapon user slowly opened the bronze box and activated the Holy Medical Pot. The Holy Spirit manifested and killed Ye Qing.
kill!
kill!
kill!
The three words "kill" were as red as blood, eerie and terrifying, with evil energy rising into the sky.
As the three words of "kill" fell, bright red blood seeped out from the walls, roofs, floors and other places of the house. In the blood, there seemed to be countless resentful souls murmuring and screaming, evil and twisted.
"Got you!"
Ye Qing naturally felt such a huge energy fluctuation and felt happy in his heart.
But at this moment, Ye Qing suddenly felt a terrifying wave of energy coming from behind. Looking back, he saw a magic weapon user who had not known when to activate the Holy Medical Pot and summoned the Soul of the Holy Medical.
Before Ye Qing could react, the Holy Medical Spirit waved his sleeves, and a bright and flawless light fell on him.
Then, Ye Qing's energy consumption and injuries were all recovered.
Inside the house, the words written by the pen man disappeared inch by inch from back to front.
As the handwriting disappeared, the pen holder began to tremble continuously, and the blood flowing in the room turned into strange and evil shadows of resentful souls and sank into the pen holder.
The pen holder kept trembling, and tiny cracks appeared on the pen holder, almost to pieces.
"Hey, this weirdo must be a fool!"
On the long street, Ye Qing thought for a moment and understood the key. It was probably that the mysterious monster-controller planned to kill him with the Holy Medical Pot.
Unfortunately, he may not know that as long as three people with medical skills are present, the Medical Holy Pot will not lose control and kill people, but will cure illnesses and save people.
That's why the previous scene happened.
Ye Qing expressed his admiration for this operation.
How could he not admire the weirdo who dared to dig his own grave?
"Eh... the other party was backlashed?!" Suddenly, in Ye Qing's perception, the originally evil and terrifying power in the room became chaotic, as if out of control.
It's probably because the weirdo couldn't kill him and lost control.
It's normal to think about it. How can there be no restrictions on the use of such a weird power?
Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Ye Qing was about to rush out, but suddenly thought of something, turned around and put the medical pottery pot in the hand of the magic weapon user back into the bronze box, carried it behind his back, and then rushed towards the direction of the pen man.
He didn't want someone to take advantage of him because of his carelessness, and secretly took away the Holy Medical Pot. Then he would suffer a big loss.
However, before he even got close to the house, the slates on the ground, the tiles on the roof, and the sand and dust from the ruins all flew towards Ye Qing without any wind.
"Ha...too weak."
Ye Qing stood still, facing the speeding rubble and sand, he smiled coldly and punched out. The foehn wind roared, and the rubble and sand all over the sky turned into flying ash and disappeared.
At the same time, a writing brush swept out from the room, and the tip of the pen was sprinkled with dense water-like ink. The ink overflowed and dyed a large area of the sky black.
The strange thing is that the ink seemed to have the ability to block the spirit, and for a while he couldn't sense the position of the brush.
Obviously, the weird thing about the brush is trying to escape.
Ye Qing frowned slightly. If he couldn't sense the direction in which the brush was escaping, he might not be able to kill him.
While thinking, Ye Qing lowered his body, his spine was like a dragon, his muscles and bones were shaking, intending to blow away the ink that filled the void with one punch.
However, at this moment, something like kraft paper flew out of his arms and got into the ink.
"The Secret Scripture?!"
Ye Qing was stunned for a moment. He never expected that the mysterious sutra would fly out automatically. Is this something that has never happened before?
To be more precise, Wei Jing has never done anything unusual except for you asking him. Is he so cute?
But who would have imagined that a good boy suddenly turned into a naughty boy? How could it not be shocking?
In addition to being shocked, Ye Qing was more confused, confused and scared.
Are you afraid that the mysterious sutra will never come back?
Afraid of becoming a loner?
Afraid of being helpless?
It's like a child who suddenly loses his parents and relatives, has no relatives, and is alone, confused and helpless.
And Wei Jing is like his parent supporter in this world. From the moment he came to this world, Wei Jing has been with him, accompanying him through difficulties and obstacles, accompanying him through ups and downs, and accompanying him in his growth and development. Strong all the way...
It can be said that Wei Jing is his friend, relative and backer.
Therefore, even though he was at the Refining Level, even though he had the strength to protect himself and was not as weak and precarious as before, Ye Qing still felt confused and scared when he saw the Quiet Sutra leaving.
It has nothing to do with romance, only the heart is lost.
"Quietly Sutra...brother...come back soon..."
Ye Qing shouted, his voice was confused and trembling, as if his body had been hollowed out.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Qing prepared to rush into the ink, but at this moment, the ink in the air seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, rushing in one direction and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
As the ink disappeared, the Sutra appeared in the air. In addition to the Sutra, the writing brush also hung strangely above the Sutra. The tip of the pen was pointed downward, and drops of rich and dark ink continued to fall on the Sutra.
Or to be more precise, it's not dripping, but being absorbed by the strange meridian.
As soon as the ink fell on the Sutra, it disappeared. As the ink was absorbed by the Sutra, the pen holder kept shaking, as if trembling, and seemed to want to escape, but was unable to do anything.
Slowly, the pen owner stopped struggling, as if he had lost all his aura. The pen barrel became gray and rotten, and the nib became bifurcated and dried up.
Finally, it completely shattered and turned into countless fragments, falling down.
"The Strange Scripture... did you kill a strange monster? I wonder if there will be dragon and snake runes?" Ye Qing thought a little weirdly.
After swallowing the Bi Weng, the Sutra turned into a stream of light and flew into Ye Qing's hands.
