The pitiful, feminine face was still smiling, and the fists gave him a lot of praise. If he hadn't been in the body of a weapon spirit now, he wouldn't have been able to keep his mouth full of teeth.
Hu Qing is a serious martial arts immortal. His close combat ability is not comparable to that of Shui Xin, a monk who stole his master from the Cunzhong Realm. After a series of punches and kicks, even the demon Buddha behind him could not avoid having a bruised nose and face. The painter is even more miserable.
Cussing and opening the ghost door, the ghostly aura rushed towards his face. The painter was so frightened that he even stepped back and was trapped by the hands and feet of the devil. When he was angry, the screams of countless fierce ghosts floated outside, and the ghost gate was forcibly wiped away by the power of the painted wall.
The demon Buddha was furious: "If you don't repent! I will drag you to hell now!"
Painting Master: "I am the subject, you must listen to me, I am now—— Order you to die!”
The Mo Buddha's face suddenly turned purple. He was not an efficient lamp, so he tried his best to counterattack, and the painter's face also turned blue.
With a dark face, Hu Qing hit the painter with a palm, grabbed his fingers into his body, and opened the ghost door on the spot.
Taunting: "Silly you, the door to hell is in my hand. Wherever my hand is, the door to hell will open."
A black hole was born in his body, and the irresistible suction force pulled him away. Inhaling it quickly bit by bit, the painter was horrified: "No, don't! I can give you whatever you want! Ah, ah, don't -"
Shui Xin Buddha's light shines everywhere, reciting scriptures, surrounding It was radiant, as if it were a prosperous and untainted time.
Mo Buddha finally thanked him and also thanked Hu Qing.
The gate of hell...is not closed.
A familiar voice came: "The resentment is soaring, why don't you take it all in."
Hu Qing accepted the order: "Hey, hey."
He nodded and walked out. Without the control of the weapon spirit, the aura of the entire painted wall world was no longer concealed. She followed her resentment outwards, and the ghost gate was like an imperial edict in her hand. She sucked it wherever she held it. Uh, it seemed more like a vacuum cleaner?
No matter what, she sucked up all the corners, including the Bone Realm, the empty hell, the wall paintings outside, and the outermost area of monsters and monsters. At first she was still counting, but then she gave up and just summed it up with the words "countless".
I don’t know how long it took to form this wall, but it actually hides so many souls.
In order to increase the favorability of You Ming, Hu Qing also worked hard. Back then, she had never been so serious about home hygiene. She went back and forth three times, and the ghost gate was closed by itself. She was still checking. Are there any blind spots?
By the time she thought of Shui Xin, the scent of the painted wall world was already very clean.
Shui Xin sat bored under a tree and watched her walking around several times but couldn't see herself. Finally, she had to say: "I am here, where are you looking?"
Hu Qing lowered his head and said, "Why are you here? What, are you done?" He tugged at his clothes and rummaged around.
Shui Xin raised his hands: "There is no ghost, there is no ghost in me, there is really no ghost. Oops, stop."
Hu Qing waved his hands and sat down: "Thanks to you, I've made another achievement, by the way, Qi Ling. No, this painting wall——"
Shui Xinhun didn't care: "Hua wall or painting wall, just take it easy. Do you want to listen to the story?"
Hu Qingyi? Choking, I don’t really want to hear it, but I can’t refuse the gossip.
Shui Xin spoke directly: "That weapon spirit is a painter. He achieved this painting wall, obsessed himself with it, and voluntarily became the weapon spirit."
Hu Qing: "Who is the owner of the weapon?"< br>
Shui Xin: "An ancient temple."
Hu Qing nodded.
"Later, an accident occurred in the ancient temple and many people died. The souls of those people entered the painting wall. At that time, the painting wall was still a Buddhist treasure. Later, after wandering around and changing owners several times, the painter became obsessed with it. The demon Buddha is a descendant of the ancient temple. He pursues the painting wall. In order to save his fellow sect, he fights with the painting master. In the end, he has to separate his soul and merge in order to control him to destroy the painting wall. "
Shui Xin said it very simply, but the process must be complicated and dangerous, otherwise where would so many innocent souls come from?
"The painter is very cunning and very good at guessing people's hearts. After he became a weapon spirit, he became the god of this world, but regretted that he had lost his freedom. While killing people to fill his painting wall, he also thought of ways to control the master. .”
Hu Qing’s eyes lit up. Shui Xin: "He painted a pie for Wan Quan and helped Wan Quan kill many big demons. He wanted to control Wan Quan's mind and turn Wan Quan into his puppet. Wan Quan was wary of him early, but still fell into his trap. In the end ——" He clapped his hands and put them away.
Hu Qing: "Is his method of controlling the master into a puppet reliable?"
Shui Xin: "That's what I have to ask you, you are the professional."
Hu Qing muttered: "Ordinarily, it is impossible. The owner of the instrument becomes a puppet, and he is no longer an independent person. He is not qualified to be a weapon master. However, this painter has become a weapon master and dares to calculate the master. This is obviously against the rules - I have to discuss it with my little cuties. "
Shui Xin: "...are we going to discuss how to betray you?"
Hu Qing smiled: "There is no need to betray, I hope they can be independent and each can do their own thing. , you know."
Shui Xin admired: "You persuade me to kill the demon body, but you are not a conniving spirit yourself."
Now the world of painted walls is very clean, all spaces are accessible, the corridors are still old, the mountains of swords and seas of hell are still there, the bones in the bone space are melted by the water, and the golden body of the demon Buddha is transformed into the ghost gate as the soul enters. Little bits of golden light dissolve in this world.
There are monsters and monsters outside, and Hu Qing has tried the poisonous miasma on the monster side, but it still has the effect of refining the body.
Envy Shui Xin's army: "If I had such an army, I would be invincible."
Shui Xin asked her to be polite: "Come on, transfer them all to your space."< br>
Hu Qing immediately laughed dryly: "Don't take away people's love."
Shuixin: Hypocrisy.
Hu Qing: "I don't like to capture souls to make weapon spirits." After saying that, he looked at Shui Xin and said nothing.
Shui Xin was helpless: "I will not seize the soul to make a weapon spirit."
Hu Qing: "Even if the soul wants it, don't be greedy."
Shui Xin's mouth twitched, what is this called taking advantage of?
"Okay, okay, I won't give anyone a chance to plot against me." She said, "You have contracted an ice demon yourself. He is no weaker than you."
Hu Qing Beating his chest and stamping his feet, he yelled: "So I was plotted against you. You have a bloody example in front of you. You have to think that I am Quit."
Shui Xin comforted her: "How about you give me the seed of your soul as a way out?"
The two looked at each other, not trusting each other. It's not that I don't trust the other person's character, it's that everyone is troubled and I can't tell which one will be unlucky first.
Otherwise, they are both accidental entities.
When he came out to paint the wall, there was no change in the appearance of the tiles. Hu Qing held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time: "Is that ancient temple from the fairyland or the demonic realm?"
Shui Xin: "I don't know, it happened a long, long time ago. "
Demon Body: "What are you talking about?" As soon as Ba lifted her hand, "Ugly thing, please give me a price and sell this fire to me."
Hu Qing pressed her hand on her waist, and a big knife slowly took shape under her hand. She laughed: "Ugly thing, If you can, come and grab it.”
As long as he strikes first, she is acting in self-defense!
As soon as the demon body moved, Shui Xin forcibly took it back and put it in confinement.
Hu Qing pouted: "The troublemaker."
Shui Xin: "I still need him." (End of this chapter)