The Huangquan True Talisman is not a method that relies on severe pain to make the opponent surrender.
Huangquan, Huangquan, as the name suggests, the real effect of this talisman is that it can make the thinking consciousness of the person who is recruited, as if being sent to the underworld for reincarnation, split into two parts, and plunge into two different illusions of life. .
When the second spell is cast, the victim's consciousness will split from two strands into four strands, and after the third talisman is cast, the mind will split into eight strands.
As the number of thoughts running at the same time continues to double, the number of illusions in life also doubles.
When this effect was superimposed for the thirteenth time, the number of illusions had increased to more than 8,000.
With the strength of Anfeiyu, there is no way to maintain the highest degree of reality in these more than 8,000 illusions, so when the number reaches this level, many details of the illusions become a little blurry.
But King Wuxiang's remnant soul has been divided to such an extent that he can no longer notice those details. He can only notice something more specific, and that is -
fail!
In every illusion of life, the consciousness differentiated by the phaseless king is constantly experiencing failure.
Failed to study, failed to make friends, failed to practice martial arts, failed to fall in love, no matter what industry he entered or what kind of person he met, there will be all kinds of failures waiting for him to taste.
Under the superposition of the thirteen underworld talismans, every time he delayed for a while, he would taste eight thousand more failures. Even if he could vaguely know that those were just illusions, he really couldn't bear it anymore.
Baitong was extremely surprised to see him succumbing so quickly, and quietly sent a message to Anfeiyu: "We have tried our best to defeat him, but what is the effect of your underworld talisman? Is it so powerful?"
Anfeiyu sent a message and replied: "Thanks to the fact that he only has a remnant soul, it is easier for me to start. As for the effect, you can imagine that you can play more than 8,000 games at the same time, and every level of each game will fail. The feeling of being forced to continue playing.”
After thinking about it for a moment, Bai Tong blurted out: "Damn it! So poisonous?!"
"you flatter me."
Anfeiyu chuckled, paused the effect of the thirteen true talismans, and said to the golden fist, "I don't want you to slowly tell the secrets you know. I just want you to let go of your mental defense and give up the thought of defeating the fish to the death." , let my thoughts penetrate into the remnant of your soul, and what I want to know can be asked with my thoughts, and your soul will have its own feedback, which can also prevent you from lying."
"Don't even think about committing suicide. It's very difficult to forcefully search for your soul while preserving it, but it's not difficult for me to stop you from committing suicide and throw you into the Underworld Talisman again."
The ray of devilish energy in the golden fist was silent for a while.
"I have seen a lot in my hundreds of years of life. I claim that even the torture and severe pain like the so-called eighteen levels of hell in Buddhism cannot scare me. I really never thought that there is such a thing in the world. Torture techniques.”
Only the remnant soul of King Wuxiang is left. When he said these words, people can still clearly feel the irritability of gritting teeth.
"Okay, okay, okay. In order to collect rare treasures, I have done a lot of killings, setting fires, and torture and interrogation in my life, but compared to you, they pale into insignificance."
"You are the real old devils. I fell into your hands unjustly!"
He was extremely angry. When he said this, the purple and gold demonic energy loosened a bit and gave up resistance completely.
Amphibian separated a string of ghostly thoughts, flew into it, asked questions, and extracted answers that could not be faked from the reaction of the remnant soul of the Phaseless King.
After a moment, Anfeiyu whispered: "He really knows a secret about Zhao Wuji."
Gulan Xiang and White Copper said: "What?"
"Collect corpses and create evil gods."
Anfeiyu's face was slightly solemn and he said, "Zhao Wuji collected the corpses of many demon envoys and used them to sacrifice to an evil god named 'Black Rakshasa'."
"Many envoys from the Demon Realm know that Zhao Wuji has founded some evil sects in the past hundreds of years, but even Zhao Wuji's most trusted confidants only think that it is a means to deceive people's hearts, and they don't know That evil god actually exists."
"An evil god who likes human blood sacrifice, but loves to eat the corpses of demon envoys!"
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"The evil god Black Rakshasa?"
In Zhao Wuji's manor, Zhang Xiezong asked softly.
"Didn't you say that the master of the demon realm is the target? Why did a black Rakshasa appear again? What is the origin of this evil god?"
Zhao Wuji smiled and said: "Although the Black Rakshasa is not as powerful as the Lord of the Demon Realm, his origins are also somewhat extraordinary. Please listen to me in detail."
It turns out that during the Song and Yuan Dynasties, most of the magic weapons in the world were destroyed, but the reasons for the damage were also different.
Some of them were overwhelmed by the weight and were violently broken in the battle between peerless masters, while some of the magic weapons lost all their spirit and fell silent.
Among the many magic weapons, there is a glazed sword with a twists and turns. It was originally a magic sword from ancient times. Later, the demonic nature was burned by the Buddha and turned into a Buddhist soldier to protect the Dharma, which gave it the name of the sword.
During the Song and Yuan Dynasties, due to the chaotic wars in the world, demonic energy was rampant, and the envoys of the demonic realm continued to cause chaos. This sword was repeatedly subjected to bloody battles, and its demonic nature was awakened. The demonic spirit was born in the sword, and it called itself "Black Rakshasa".
He has extraordinary strength, enjoys blood sacrifices, and plunders souls. He has left his footprints in the seven river basins from the Central Plains to Lake Balkes. The people of all countries are increasingly afraid of him. Even some of the envoys from the Demon Realm have People suffered great losses from him.
Later, Wang Chongyang wanted to build the Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth and collected the remains of many magical weapons. The envoys from the Demonic Realm got the news and set many real and fake traps and ambushes.
When the black Rakshasa heard about this, he wanted to compete with the snipe and the clam so that the fisherman could benefit, so he rushed back to the Central Plains from the Qihe River Basin, but he happened to bump into the Daoji monk.
After a protracted battle, Daoji separated the blade of the Glazed Demon Sword from the spirit body of the Black Rakshasa. The blade was sent to Wang Chongyang, while the spirit body was suppressed by Daoji himself in Guoqing Temple.
Although the Glazed Jie Dao is possessed by demons, it has served as a Buddhist protector for a long time. It contains some of the secrets of Buddhism's supreme secrets. As the spirit of the sword, the Black Rakshasa gathers all the spirituality in the sword. Daoji suppresses it because it is also necessary. Careful study.
However, the Black Rakshasa is also really tenacious. Daoji has been reincarnated, but he has not been completely wiped out. He continues to be sealed in the sculpture, and is washed by incense and Buddha's sound day and night.
Until that sculpture fell into the hands of Zao Wou-ki, who saw the secret and negotiated a cooperation.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Zhang Xiezong smiled and said, "So he can be considered your ally, and he has been an ally for almost two hundred years."
Zhao Wuji sighed deeply: "It's a pity that this ally is really short-sighted and is not a material who can plan big things with me."
"I sent him to a place. It was originally agreed that I would provide him with blood sacrifices to help him regain his strength, and he would also do things for me, give me some feedback on my skills, and help me train my subordinates. But over the years, he has reciprocated The stuff I was given was getting more and more perfunctory.”
"Especially in the past forty years or so, I sent some of the people I liked to that place and asked them to help me cultivate them. But he told me that those people were all trash and couldn't survive a few trials, so He was so confident that he didn’t return any of it to me.”
Zhang Xiezong immediately shared his hatred: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, big things are not achieved, internal strife, greed for such a small profit, can't see the long-term future, really not a good ally."
Liu Zhang nodded and said with a smile: "It seems that Brother Wuji also intends to let our new alliance eliminate that incompetent ally."
"exactly."
Zhao Wuji touched his palms and said, "In the past few days, I have gone to other places to grab some suitable sacrifices. I have prepared them well. I can lure him to show up later. At that time, please two of you join me to enter where he is." place."
When he saw that Zhang Xiezong and Liu Zhang had agreed, he issued an order and asked his men to deliver the sacrifices.
Soon, several trucks drove to the door, and hundreds of people with limp limbs were pulled out of the trucks by Zhao Wuji's men and brought to the manor.
These hundreds of people, both men and women, became excited and shouted in different languages when they saw Zhao Wuji.
"Lord Wuji."
There was a man in a suit, his hands and feet were shaking, but he was able to kneel down and apologize very skillfully, and shouted to Zhao Wuji in Japanese, "Master Wuji, we are all messengers of the Lord, and we are still compatriots. It was really a huge mistake that I didn’t come to seek refuge with Master Wuji before.”
"Master Wuji, please punish me severely. Tonight I will merge all my forces into Master Wuji's society."
Zhao Wuji seemed not to have heard the cleverness of this man in a suit.
He was smiling and said to Liu and Zhang: "I originally only sacrificed the corpses of some demon envoys, but this time I specially caught some fresh ones, and the quantity was large enough to ensure that the black Rakshasa would be irresistible. But the demon envoys Activities in various places are considered useful to me, but it took me a while to find these particularly useless ones.”
Although as the Demonic Realm gets closer and closer to the earth, the standards for being favored by the Demonic Qi of the Extremely Realm are much lower than before, but these people can still be regarded as the most evil and vicious people in the world, and they have all been banned by Zhao Wuji. Keep your skills in mind, you have caught this, and you haven't become decadent yet.
Some are pleading, some are cursing, and some are trying every means to break through the confinement of the innate true energy, so that the demonic energy in the body can wrap up their consciousness and escape.
However, it was all in vain. As Zhao Wuji waved his hand, muttered a mantra silently, and made a seal, a dark vortex suddenly appeared in the wind, shrouding the sky above the courtyard.
The color of the vortex became darker and darker. At first, it looked more like a whirlwind of clouds and mist, but soon it became so deep that it gave people a psychedelic feeling.
It seems that this vortex of dark light does not exist in reality, but appears here from a corner outside the world, attracted by the fragrant fragrance of people's souls and blood.
Huh-hiss-
The sound of violent breathing came from the whirlpool, as if a huge creature was staring at the food on the plate, salivating, and its breathing became heavier and heavier.
hiss--
The man in the suit, who was still apologizing and begging for mercy, was the first to be sucked away, submerged into the vortex, and disappeared.
There was no sound of chewing or screaming, everything was eerily quiet.
The sound of breathing suddenly became heavier.
Two long gray air currents hung down from the whirlpool. As soon as people on the ground touched these two air currents, they were sucked into the air.
Behind the vortex, it is indeed not the scenery of the earth, but a dark land.
There are piles of rocks everywhere on the ground, and not a single blade of grass grows.
The black Rakshasa with the body of a bull and the body was still wearing simple armor. He was sitting on a rough stone chair hollowed out from a small hill. He held a dark vortex with his hands like a basin and inhaled hard.
In the whirlpool, figures flew out one after another, not flying towards his mouth, but flying towards his nostrils along the gray airflow.
The closer they got to his nostrils, the shriveled up the figures became, until they turned into specks of dust and were sucked into his nasal cavity.
After taking a long breath, Black Rakshasa laughed happily, his voice was like muffled thunder, the ground shook endlessly, and gray-white stones bounced up from the ground.
Zhao Wuji's voice came out clearly from the whirlpool: "Are you satisfied with this meal?"
"Not bad."
Black Rakshasa touched his belly with one hand, "Why are so many sent at once this time? Do you need my help for anything? Okay, this time you send another group of people over. I will definitely eat less..." Xi Liu, I mean to cultivate them well so that they can go back and help you."
Zhao Wuji's voice was filled with a smile: "This matter is not urgent. I have two more big dishes here, so you can eat them together."
"so good?"
The black Rakshasa wiped his saliva and sucked hard again.
Two streams of gray air, indeed, sucked in two more figures and led to the nostrils.
As soon as Zhang Xiezong flew out of the whirlpool, his expression changed: "Why is this guy eating food through his nostrils? Forget it, he can't play Sun Monkey's tricks anymore."
He was about to take action when suddenly his whole body tensed up and he was actually held in the palm of the Black Rakshasa.
The dark vortex collapsed on the spot, as fast as a bubble being popped.
With a bang, the passage leading to the earth disappeared on the spot.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Black Rakshasa grabbed one in each hand, left the hill, stood up, and said with a big smile, "You want to plot against this great master, you little guys, don't you know that I am much worse than you?"
"Die!"
He used the Seven Ultimate Glazed Demonic Skills, and dark golden colored glaze demonic fire burst out from his hands, about to burn Zhang Xiezong and Liu Zhang to ashes.
A calm voice came from the demonic fire in his left hand.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... Divine Sword Yu Lei!"
The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turned into divine thunder. The brilliant power of heaven, lead it with the sword!
In the world of "Zhu Xian", only a few people have mastered the secret knowledge of Qingyun Sect, but at this moment, there is no divine sword to cooperate with it, and no formula to guide it.
Just during the operation of Liu Zhang's magic power, he triggered seven shots in a row.
In the gray sky, seven whirlpools roared, black clouds flowed, thunder and lightning flashed, and seven flakes of lightning struck down like a giant sword with a slightly curved shape.
The spirit body of the Black Rakshasa was like a substance, tall enough to use the hill as a seat, but under the blast of these seven sword lights, his huge left arm was like a dirty carrot and was amputated on the spot. It became piece by piece.
Liu Zhang was free from the trap, but then he frowned, and saw that Black Rakshasa's left arm that had been severed just now, before the broken limbs fell to the ground, all turned into a black halo and reconnected, and the entire left arm returned to its original state.
All spiritual bodies should be more or less defeated by thunder.
The spirit body of this Black Rakshasa was uncharacteristically tenacious and was hit by seven divine thunders in a row. Only the outer sleeves and wrist guards on his left arm were missing, which was obviously not a serious injury.
No wonder Ji Dian couldn't wipe out this evil god in his lifetime.
In the manor, the whirlpool had clearly disappeared, but Zhao Wuji looked into the sky, as if he could still see the fighting scene on the Black Rakshasa side.
"What a powerful spell."
After giving a casual compliment, Zhao Wuji turned his gaze to the Black Rakshasa's right hand.
The low laughter was coming from the demonic fire in his right hand.
"Hmph, who did you call the little man just now?"
The glazed demonic fire exploded, and Zhang Xiezong's figure suddenly expanded.
hold head high! ! ! ! !
The glazed demonic fire collapsed like a firefly, appearing completely insignificant in front of the larger shadow.
The figure was already larger than the height of the Black Rakshasa.
A giant black dragon that looks like a giant lizard, with wings on its back and ferocious horns.
With a roar, he bit off the head of the Black Rakshasa.
The headless black Rakshasa let out a roar from his chest, swung his arms like palm swords, and displayed streaks of glazed sword light. The huge dark golden sword light almost illuminated the world as he fought with the giant dragon. .
The violent storm shook, the earth trembled, a giant shadow rose into the sky, and a dragon claw pressed down in the air.
Demonic martial arts, dragon-slaying magic, the demon is furious, trembling, trembling, trembling, trembling, trembling!
Amidst the continuous loud noises, the Black Rakshasa withstood several shocks, and was finally knocked down by this claw. Several large cracks were made on the ground, and the expanding dust enveloped a radius of more than ten miles.
The battle between the giant dragon and the evil spirit lasted no more than three rounds.
Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, he disappeared through the air, and appeared in the Black Rakshasa's territory. He waved his hand to wave away the smoke and said with a smile: "The two brothers are really capable, but this Black Rakshasa still has to leave half of his body. I have Very useful."
In the smoke and dust, the black dragon raised its head, chewed an arm and enlarged half of its torso, swallowed it and gradually shrank, turning into the figure of Zhang Xie Zong.
"It turns out it's useful. Why didn't I tell you earlier? I almost ate it."
Zhang Xiezong smiled broadly and stepped on the remains of the Black Rakshasa.
Black Rakshasa's two thick legs were still kicking hard, trying to break free.
"Actually, my brother wants to see our strength, so we can cooperate without looking at anything, making it look fake. Well, this tastes pretty good."
Zhao Wuji smiled knowingly and showed his hand. A pure white hexagram formed by the innate Qiankun Qi pressed on the black Rakshasa's remaining body. Suddenly, the entire remaining body froze and could not move.
Just listen to him say: "If Brother Xie Zong likes it, it doesn't matter if he takes a few more bites. As long as he doesn't finish it, the value of this gift will not change."
Liu Zhang said: "What is the use of it?"
"The current situation has been changing recently. In order not to give some people too much time to prepare, I am going to give the spirit of this Glazed Demon Sword to the Lord of the Demon Realm who has been troubled by the Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth."
Zhao Wuji said calmly, "With this generous gift, the Lord of the Demon Realm can come at least ten days in advance."
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