On the other side of this row of stone sculptures, Qi Huan has successfully reached the "keyhole" of King Shura's sculpture. The fact that he managed to climb here alive was also attributed to his friends who were fighting on the ground, the Japanese paper men. Many Rakshasa and several generals were "sent" back to Shura Dao by Jun Aoyan and Liu Shenghan, and the ground was littered with broken pieces of paper. Although there were still a few confidants "dancing around with demons" below, he couldn't care too much.
Qi Huan dug out the demon-conquering pestle with force. It was heavier than expected and almost fell. He noticed that when he took it off, the Buddha's face in the middle was smiling. That smile was indescribably weird, and the winking made people feel uncomfortable just looking at it, and they were completely unable to feel any happiness.
But...then what?
Anger and curse, how do they correspond in the human world?
The previous desperate and unrestrained feeling disappeared, and a strong sense of depression occupied Qi Huan's heart. He felt unprecedented pressure: If he accidentally opened the palace door to Shura Road... would they be able to come back? In this way, wouldn't all their efforts be in vain?
Is this why this little magic pestle is so heavy?
Qi Huan, who was also calm in the face of danger in the ring, suddenly panicked. His hands were shaking a little and he could hardly hold it. The hot and cold metal stimulated his palm at the same time when he first came to the crack. He even felt that his hearing had become worse, and the noise of the weapons' ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong was reduced a lot. He wanted to ask Liu Shenghan loudly below, but found that they were all in danger.
It took almost all the strength of both of them to get themselves to this position. Mo Dao was thrown to Liu Shenghan at some point, but she did not have enough strength to resist the attack of the battle axe. The ax was now half embedded in her shoulder, and she looked pale. Jun Aoyan was helpless, because she was holding the monster's fangs with her bare hands, trying to carry it and the Rakshasa behind it back to her hometown.
What to do, which one is it?
——What if it’s wrong?
He had no time to think.
...just leave it to fate.
Qi Huan closed his eyes, turned the magic pestle over, and slapped it back into the hole.
The expected roar appeared, but I didn't know where the sound came from, and it seemed to come from all directions. Irregular tremors were accompanied by bursts of whining. No matter what people were doing, they were using all their strength to maintain the movements of their hands at this moment, because everyone had their eyes closed tightly, as if there was an invisible force that severely pinched everyone's eyelids. Hold it down, don't let anyone spy. Soon, the indescribable light that had been flowing everywhere suddenly dimmed, and the whole world seemed to fall into darkness. Rather, this kind of darkness should be a reality that a few people are familiar with.
Qi Huan clung to the edge of the stone cloak, feeling as if the strength would break it. When everything returned to calm, he opened his eyes and looked around, making sure that this was the world he knew.
What a blessing.
He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his whole body, and was suddenly pulled down by his own weight. The gravity of returning to reality made him a little uncomfortable. He pushed hard on the stone, used his arms to pull himself back, and tried to stretch out a hand to pull off the Demon-Conquering Pestle.
When Qi Huan took the Demon-Conquering Pestle into his hands again, he discovered that perhaps he had used too much force - the pestle had broken. The sharp part has been broken into several pieces, like crushed dead leaves.
Qi Huan's hand shook uncontrollably. Is this thing... so fragile?
"Seeing the light of day again" probably doesn't count. For them, this time can really be called returning to the world. It was a joy to return to the familiar world, and the scattered people quickly gathered together. However, even though the steady stream of reinforcements in Shura Dao has been cut off, the source of the difficult situation has not yet been solved.
"Her head...can't be cut off. Her spine is very hard, like iron." Bai Ya turned his head and spat out the blood in his mouth, and whispered to Lord Shuangyue in a low voice, his tone was a little urgent, "The scimitar can't...then those of them Weapons are not good. Your sword was made by Shura. If we have anything else that can deal with her, maybe it’s just your demon-sealing blade - why don’t you draw your sword? Don’t you want to kill her?"
Lord Shuangyue didn't answer him. To be precise, he was talking to the people on the other side:
"Now that your fake has been destroyed... I'm curious, where is the real Demon-Conquering Pestle?"
The only answer he received was silence.
Mr. Shuangyue didn't take it seriously. He turned around and looked at the queen of the Asuras: "I can feel that you are quite capable of fighting, and your strength is indeed amazing. But I also found that the hook knife in your hand is not The special power of Shura's exclusive weapon has not been exerted. There is no response or consensus between you. It is not like your weapon at all. It is just a tool that you forcibly control and use in combat. I think that knife was never selected at all. You never really belong to you."
There were only two men left beside her, one was Shura with a battle axe, and the other was even the monster whose prototype he didn't know. It seems that no matter what kind of background, those who can stand beside King Shura are not ordinary people. The king herself also looked a little embarrassed at this time. Her hook knife was missing, her head and body were covered in blood, and her whole body was filled with fatigue after the war. She no longer looked wild and solemn in the golden palace.
Even so, her eyes still shone with a sharp light like broken glass. Her weapon-less palms held the unbroken other half of the Demon-Conquering Pestle. Her posture was also tense, ready to continue fighting at any time. Just as Lord Shuangyue was speaking, the bone-deep wounds on her body healed visibly, giving birth to new flesh and blood, and they could almost hear the sound of their growth.
Only on her neck, the bloody arc caused by Bai Ya earlier was still eye-catching. It was just noticeable, and when she spoke, the scar didn't even hinder her voice. The only Chinese website
"You are very keen, and you are worthy of being the master chosen by the Demon-Sealing Blade." She raised her hand and patted it symbolically, "It is worthy of our careful planning, mobilizing strange people, and manipulating witchcraft to call you - You can stand here today because we have worked hard and paid an unimaginable price. We even went so far as to break the agreement with the gods."
She sneered again: "Ha, you questioned me earlier and violated the agreement with the gods. I can tell you that you are not wrong. But have you ever thought about how we did it?"
"I did think about it."
At this moment, Mr. Shuangyue has his hands on his sleeves and his sword in its sheath. Coupled with the tone of the conversation, it simply gives people the illusion that the two sides are not mortal enemies:
"I also thought that the destruction of the original royal capital of the Nine Heavens Kingdom must be related to your tampering with the spiritual veins to connect to the Shura Dao. Since the decline of the earlier royal city, all kinds of gods and monsters like you have also appeared one after another. I don't think this is all spontaneous. And, I think you have already discussed with them, and Asura is responsible for defeating the forces that used to be the king... But this is not important. In comparison, I am really more concerned about how you managed to survive under the eyes of the gods. , concealing the truth from the sky."
"The information I have found only tells me that the special materials and directions of each magic weapon called a treasure in the hands of the gods correspond to each other, forming a barrier that isolates internal and external communication. This formation is complete, what should you do? Cross the formation and cast a spell on me without destroying the formation and being noticed by the other gods?" He was telling the Queen, but also seemed to be muttering to himself, "This is a strategy that cannot wait to be seen, and the process must not be too long. It takes a long time, so it must be fast. It is unreasonable to move the magic weapon at a long distance. Could it be that you hid the Demon Subduing Pestle in the Shura Dao? But even if you put the treasure in the crack here, it will destroy the stability and integrity of the formation. , there is no reason for the gods to be unaware. Admittedly, I can’t figure it out..."
"Having said that, you are quite smart to be able to think so much." The Queen straightened her back. She stared closely at Lord Shuangyue and delicately rubbed the handle of the pestle in her hand. "Indeed, it is not like moving the magic weapon."
Suddenly, she changed the subject and started talking about what Lord Shuangyue had talked about a while ago:
"Since you have guessed that the hook knife does not belong to me, and you know very well the relationship between Shura's weapon and its owner, I can also clearly say that you guessed it right. There is something else that really belongs to me. You With the weapons of Asura, we should understand that for us Asuras, weapons are not only tools for fighting, but their meaning is much more than that. Compared with companions fighting side by side, weapons are more like hands and feet, like anything in the body that is closely indivisible and inseparable. A part connected by blood. We share spiritual power with weapons, and share induction in battle. It is an extension of our limbs and consciousness. We are both prosperous and damaged. If the weapon is damaged, as the owner, it will also be affected. Vice versa. ...and so it is.”
"so……"
She raised her hand.
It was not an offensive gesture, but everyone was terrified. Following the Queen's movements, a slight but terrifying sound of skin and flesh tearing penetrated everyone's ears. She actually inserted her fingers directly into her neck.
Following the unhealed incision, the Queen used force as if she couldn't feel the pain, and ripped off her head entirely. But she's still alive, or at least, she still hasn't stopped. The shock left their brains blank. It was difficult for everyone to understand the scene in front of them. They could only watch blankly as she lifted her head into one hand as easily as she was carrying an ordinary object. It can even speak:
"...Indeed, it is not easy to break the contract. For this reason, I have to die once."
Bai Ya didn't know what was going on. Can Shura survive without his head? But he clearly understood what it was that he kept cutting.
The Queen's other hand reached for the break on her neck. There, there was a section of bloody object showing its edges and corners.
That's not the cervical spine.
The broken pestle she had been holding in her hand closed up. She grabbed the two-in-one thing and tugged on it in a sticky smear. Immediately, the Queen shook off the blood on it, held it with her backhand, and lifted it up.
They saw Shura's treasure.
A section of Vajra Prong dripping with blood.
Is that made of purple gold? Is it the same as the broken key? It was covered in blood and they couldn't tell.
Mr. Shuangyue nodded as if he suddenly understood: "That's it."
The Queen and the Vajra Prong, the weapon she chose, have become one and the same. For this reason, as long as she is harmed, the Vajra Prong will be damaged, and it will also exert its own power to protect its master, a part of her alien body.
This was the price paid for crossing the barrier at that time. Having her head cut off was equivalent to death in a sense. But the Vajra Prong is still there. Even though it has been greatly weakened with her "death", it still exists by her side.
It gradually repaired her body and fed her life back. The barrier was still intact, but the power given to it by the vajra prongs used as the formation was already very little at that time. Only on the day the Queen recovers will her weapons stop delivering power to her and regain their vitality.
Before that, the barrier had a weak point. Through here, the Shuras secretly visited Chen Cang.
They get it. They, all of them understood.
