Central Plains·Wuzhen
The pair of flaming eyes stopped saying anything. After a long moment of silence, they agreed as if they had compromised. As Nao's hand pressed against Qiu Mingming's head, a fanatical power surged into Qiu Mingming's body.
At this moment, Qiu Mingming felt that her whole body was burning hot. An unknown amount of flames erupted from her Heavenly Spirit Cover and spread to every corner of her body. After suffering for an unknown amount of time, the burning feeling finally stopped.
Those flaming eyes disappeared into nothingness. Qiu Mingming understood that this power had already entered her body. In the darkness, its voice came again:
"Your body and physique are still too weak. Even if you become Lord Yan, you can only exert less than 10% of your strength. Therefore, you can only have two undead messengers at most now, and your strength during your lifetime was at most a first-class martial arts Learn from the masters.”
"Undead envoy?" Qiu Mingming asked in confusion.
"The Lords of Yama throughout the ages have the ability to sign undead contracts with the souls of the dead. Some souls voluntarily give up and return to the pure land of the underworld, and instead become the envoys of Lord Yama, accompanying him in their unfinished business."
"Then can I sign an undead contract with Nao and make her my undead messenger?"
"No, her cultivation has been over a hundred years. If she hadn't been restrained by the demonic path of the Hidden Sun Pavilion, her strength in this mortal world would have been at least as strong as the three realms of stars."
Halfway through the words, the force in the darkness suddenly sensed something and was stunned. Then Qiu Mingming felt the eyes in her body widened slightly, and said in surprise: "Little girl, you are very popular, and you already have two first-class martial arts." The dead soul of a master has come to sign a contract with you."
A familiar spiritual power approached, and Qiu Mingming looked back, only to see two people walking towards him in the emptiness.
"Master Wan? Brother Jinyan?"
The two of them remained silent, just kneeling on one knee in front of Qiu Mingming, each extending their palms towards him. The fiery-eyed voice sounded again: "The two of them seemed to be very happy when they learned that Yan Jun had chosen you to do the job. If you are willing to sign a contract with them, just give them a gentle touch in the palm of your hand."
Of course Qiu Mingming was extremely happy when she saw this, but she still glanced at Nao who was aside with concern. Unexpectedly, Nao could see what she was worried about at a glance, and then said: "Don't worry about me, for hundreds of years I, a lonely wild ghost, am used to being free, and now you are the Lord of Hell. As long as you don’t forcibly capture me back to Hades, I have no place to go but to stay here with you.”
After hearing this, Qiu Mingming no longer had any scruples, and happily accepted Jin Yan and Wan Shiwu.
"The key to summoning the undead is hidden in the broken pen in your bag. From now on, how much you can use this power of Yama depends on your practice."
"Hey, hey, don't go!" Suzuhara Nao shouted towards the power in Qiu Mingming's body. "Before you completely possess this little girl, you have to help her solve the trouble outside. You don't want the master you just recognized to die here so soon."
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At Wuzhen South Street, the male and female monks Bei Rutian and Shanzhu Xi walked toward Fushu with suffocating steps. At this time, the three hundred soldiers of the Hou Mansion had been completely wiped out. Even if they were killed by Yan two hours ago, When you were born, there had never been such bloody scenes in the streets and alleys south of Wuzhen.
The people in Wuzhen had long been frightened and hid in the alleys and houses. From time to time, brick walls would fall in front of them. The soldier from the Hou Mansion who was slapped and embedded in the wall still looked at it with wide eyes. Touching the sky.
He supported the broken sword blade and stood up tremblingly. Even though he was talented and could imitate martial arts moves at a glance, he had no power at all when facing the top combat power of these two monks. Method.
Fear arose in his heart, and there was a voice in his heart that kept telling him that Wuzhen today was his Shura field.
"Boss Tie, look, what kind of quality has my little brother caught for you!"
Tie Luhan turned his head and looked around, and saw that the woman tied up in the younger brother's hands was wearing a ragged green shirt, with her breasts half exposed. Her fair skin could be broken by a blow, and with her exquisite and pretty face, she was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the world.
Seeing the ecstasy in his heart, Tie Luhan swallowed hard and said: "Hey, isn't this Miss Lu? Hey, hey, watch carefully. When I kill that kid, I will let you see my power, Tie Luhan, when I get back." .”
"Fuck you! Even if I die, I won't let you have that soft shrimp in your crotch!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a heavy slap fell on Lu Qingjiu's face, leaving a five-finger red mark.
Although Fu Shu's eyes not far away were already covered by sticky blood, as his sweetheart, Miss Lu, her voice was naturally very familiar to Fu Shu.
"Lu, Miss Lu? Tie Lu Han! Release your dog's paws for me. If you dare to touch her, I will cut you into pieces!"
"Broken into pieces?" Tie Luhan hugged Lu Qingjiu into his arms. "I'll just touch her. I want to see how you can cut me into pieces today."
Fu Shu raised his hand and held the broken sword in front of his chest, wiped the blood from his eyes, stared at the two eminent monks standing in front of him, and said silently: "The beacon fire is always bright in Yangyang Hou Mansion."
Then he dragged his almost collapsed body and ran towards the two monks blocking him.
But in an instant, the broken sword was directly broken into pieces. Fushu's feet were lifted off the ground, and the mangosteen's hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up high.
Bei Rutian's right fist on the side had accumulated tremendous internal strength, and there was no expression on his face. It seemed that the next punch could make this young man named Fu Shu literally shatter to pieces.
After this punch came out, Lu Qingjiu turned his face to the side and couldn't bear to look anymore. A powerful impact came and shook everyone in Jinghong Hall to their feet.
"Hey, it's just to kill a dying man, why do the two masters use so much internal strength, cough cough cough." Tie Luhan complained as he sat up from the ground with pain all over his body.
But the next scene made him unable to believe his eyes. The reason why Wu'an Jinghong Palace can ignore the Hou Mansion so much now is because starting from a year ago, the four great masters in the palace have successively Break through the state of mind and enter the realm of stars.
The master of Jinghong Hall, Wu Anjun Junmo, one of the three great disciples of Mr. Zhongli Jing, has reached the level of the Three Realms Stars, which is so terrifying.
The two monks Bei Rutian and Shanzhu Xi who appeared just now are also in the realm of stars. But at this time, these two strong men in the realm of stars were actually grabbed by the throats of each one with one hand.
The man clapped his hands tightly, and the two monks were suppressed to the ground.
"Miss Mingming?!" Ma Qingfeng, who was dragging the unconscious Yun Musheng to hide in the alley, exclaimed, but he quickly changed his view: "No, no, no, this is... a beacon fire. Yan Jun! Isn’t it sealed?”
Seeing this, Tie Luhan stood up immediately, raised the machete in his hand and shouted: "Quick! Quick! Come on, rescue the two mages quickly!"
Behind him, dozens of soldiers from Jinghong Palace swarmed forward with spears in hand. As soon as they got closer, Qiu Mingming glared forward with flames in his eyes. Dozens of soldiers were instantly burned to ashes and disappeared into thin air.
Even in this situation, Tie Lu Han still raised his machete and rushed towards Qiu Mingming. He really lived up to the title of the madman. He raised the knife and dropped it. The huge machete was held by Qiu Mingming's two fingers. Tie Luhan's two thick arms were burned together.
The screams resounded above Wuzhen. The powerful Iron Lu ninja was still standing upright in front of Qiu Mingming in severe pain. His bloodshot eyes were glaring forward. This lifeless tenacity made Qiu Mingming feel uncomfortable inside. Yan Jun, who had not yet absorbed his power, was also stunned.
Suddenly, two figures flashed past Qiu Mingming. It turned out to be the two Xingxu realm monks whom she had just suppressed on the ground. They grabbed Tie Luhan's waist and ran away in large strides, never wanting to fight with such people again. There are many monsters.
The power of Yan Jun in Qiu Mingming's body no longer controls Qiu Mingming's body to pursue him. He knows that if he exerts his power again, this little girl's body may not be able to bear it. Being able to exert such power for a short period of time is already strong. It exceeds the physique of most people.
"From now on, it will be your twelve realms, if you can really do it."
With that last sound, the flames in Qiu Mingming's eyes dissipated and she fainted on the ground.
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Three days later, Yun Musheng was awakened from a long sleep by a thunderous snoring. He rubbed his eyes and saw the earthly exorcist beside him, Li Shijiu, sleeping soundly.
He moved his muscles and bones and felt a sense of lightness in his body. It seemed that after becoming a spirit exorcist, with the spiritual power of the divine stone, his body functions had become much stronger.
At this time, the waiter pushed the door and walked in. When he saw Yun Musheng, the waiter hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "Oh, great hero, you have finally woken up. It has been three days, but our goddess is so anxious." ”
What Yun Musheng heard was Yun Liwuli. Even with spiritual protection, he actually slept for three days. Besides, what is this goddess? Yan Jun has just been sealed for three days, and the goddess came to Wuzhen?
Yun Musheng tried hard to recall what happened before he fainted, and vaguely remembered the big flag with the word "Jun" written on it. He suddenly panicked and said, "Have the people in Jinghong gone? How are everyone, and Hou?" The one from the mansion... Fushu! Yes, how is he doing with Fushu! Where is Master Wan? Ah... Master Wan is gone..."
Seeing Yun Musheng's incoherent expression, the waiter hurriedly handed him a cup of tea, helped him to the seat in front of the window and said with a smile:
"Don't panic, great hero, and listen to what the villain tells you slowly. After you passed out that day, the goddess subdued Yan Jun and drove back the Jinghong Palace. As for the guy named Fu Shu in the Hou Mansion... there was no such thing. He is dead, but he is still lying down after suffering some injuries, but fortunately, Master Wan and Master Jinyan, thanks to their merits, the goddess has kept him by his side, so it is a good place to end up."
After saying these words, everything became clear, but the most important thing confused Yun Musheng, the goddess in the waiter's mouth. . . Who is it?
