A large bucket of spray was sprayed, and the blank wall in front was still blank.

However, the police uncles were very serious. They changed a solution and continued to spray it. After spraying it layer by layer, they were sprayed six times, and a huge, dark red mural appeared on the blank wall in front.

The pattern is intermittent and not very clear, but you can vaguely see a hideous mural with three heads and six arms.

After observing for a while, the technician prepared a solution and sprayed it over. Finally, a dark red, bloody mural appeared slowly.

The first thing that is clear is three heads.

The moment I saw this mural, a thought suddenly popped up in everyone's mind:

Modimodo, the infinite demon, overcome all disasters; Shardra...

"Bang..." With a loud bang, the spray barrel in the policeman spraying the solution fell off and fell to the ground.

Everyone woke up suddenly.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Fan Chengyun's expression changed drastically. He grabbed Zhang Ping and grabbed Tan Yunxiang who was closest to retreat wildly.

The rest of the people reacted, and everyone jumped out of the villa and avoided from afar.

"Let me go, I'm fine..." Zhang Ping struggled, but it was too late and was taken out by Fan Chengyun.

Chu Yiyi frowned slightly, and said nothing, but her expression did not change.

Gao Huiping couldn't help it, "What is this?"

While speaking, Gao Huiping wiped her forehead, and sweat was already flowing down her. She touched her back slightly and became wet.

Many policemen turned to look at the bosses.

Fan Chengyun said in a deep voice: "This is the demon god totem, which has the ability to infect spiritually."

"The real totem is not only a symbol, but also a spiritual aggregate. This totem formed by the gathering of spirits has the ability to infect or contaminate.

In fact, the most common totems are the national flag, national emblem, and hospital logo. These things may be just a sign at the beginning, but when the whole society recognizes them, they are totems, which have the ability to infect the spirit.

However, some demons twisted the totem and formed an evil totem.

This totem distorts the ability to infect the spirit into the ability to pollute the spirit. Worshiping this totem will make people accept the thoughts of the demon god and be controlled by the demon god. At the same time, it will also provide faith for the demon god and lose itself.

Those who believe in this kind of demon god will all be absorbed by the totem and become part of the demon god after death.

I didn’t expect that such an evil thing would appear in Qizhou City.”

Zhang Ping looked at it for a while and began to slowly move forward.

"Zhang Ping!" Huang Shaowu shouted worriedly.

Zhang Ping waved his hand and approached calmly step by step. The moment he stepped into the door, Zhang Ping felt the devil's thoughts again.

But Zhang Ping was extremely calm. He only looked at the bronze ball in front of him, but completely blocked the devil's thoughts.

Then Zhang Ping actually walked to the front of the mural step by step, holding his head up, "Why did you kill me? I have been assassinating me since the subway station, and until now. I don't understand."

In the hazy state, Zhang Ping seemed to see the head in the middle of the demon god moving, and a thought surged into Zhang Ping's mind. It was a strange language, but because the thought surged into his mind directly, Zhang Ping actually understood:

"The human elite is the reason to kill you."

Zhang Ping sighed: "So that's it."

Zhang Ping understood. In the exile space, Jin Yuntian of the Golden Dragon Clan said:

In the interstellar war, casualties are calculated based on planets. Any planet has hundreds of millions of people... If we can kill you, even if we pay 100,000, our demon clan will not blink!

In this way, many questions have been figured out before: this believer under the control of the demon would rather give up the opportunity to silence than kill Zhang Ping.

Even when Zhang Ping came here, there was a secret plan by the demon god, who wanted to contact Zhang Ping himself, and even wanted to destroy Zhang Ping himself.

Believers can develop in the future. Even if the cult is extinct now, they can still change places and start over again. Anyway, good and evil gods are controlled remotely. If China wants to exterminate the demon gods, it can only expedition the gods and provoke a decisive battle of race.

While the "demon god" in front of him conveyed his thoughts, or should be said to be "spiritual pollution", he also attacked Zhang Ping's soul and spirit.

But the vast and dirty spirit was blocked by the bronze ball. There was a faint flash of sun fire on the bronze ball, and a faint light of merit flowed. It was this faint light that blocked the opponent's mighty attack.

However, due to this, a drop of the soon-to-be-generated merit on the bronze ball was paused. Obviously, this kind of blockade is not without cost.

Fortunately, Zhang Ping now doesn't care about the consumption of this or two of the merits. He just looked up proudly, looked at the demon god, and had a sneer on the corner of his mouth:

"In the past, I was very hesitant. I kept thinking: The world is so big, why do we have to fight around? In our literary works, there is often such reflection: Is a peaceful world not good?

But now I understand. It’s not that we don’t want peace, but that you don’t give us peace.

Modimodo, I remember you. I will go find you. I will twist your head and hang it on the flagpole."

"Roar..." Crazy mental pollution came, but it could not break through Zhang Ping's defense. Zhang Ping calmly picked up the spray barrel and sprayed the mural.

A clear, dark red mural with a scent of blood, fully displayed:

‘He’s three heads and six arms, with a hideous face as a yaksha; a wonderful sense appeared, and although there was no text on the three heads, Zhang Ping ‘understands’;

The three heads represent sadness, fear and death;

The six arms are held: the red whip, the white bone rod piercing the heart, and the sickle soul lamp.

As the mural is completely clear, mental pollution becomes even more crazy. Although Zhang Ping is blocked by a bronze ball, he can still feel his spirit trembling.

Demon God, is this the gods? Just a totem can actually condense such a huge spiritual attack and tempt so many believers to fall. And the Demon God may be hundreds or thousands of light years away - maybe.

Zhang Ping was solemn in his heart. The difficulties in China's desire to have a place in such a universe environment are beyond the description of language.

The footsteps sounded, and Huang Shaowu came to Zhang Ping, looked at Zhang Ping's solemn face, and patted Zhang Ping on the shoulder: "Are you scared?"

Zhang Ping took a deep breath: "It's indeed a bit. It's just a mural, a demon god doesn't know how far away it is to control remotely, and it has such power and influence."

Huang Shaowu shook his head contemptuously: "It's not as terrible as you think. The guys of the Gods do have some weird abilities, but they are not against the will of heaven, otherwise we wouldn't have risen.

The power here is the faith condensed by believers. When the power of faith here disappears, the spirit of this guy will be destroyed.

Don't you think He's talking to you a little too much?"

Zhang Ping's eyes lit up: "It's just a little bit of the split, independent spirit of that guy, who relies on faith to survive and grow. Although this guy inherits the relevant abilities, memories, and thoughts of the ontology, he is essentially not controlled by the ontology and has no ontology's vigilance.

So, as long as we destroy the spirit here, the body will not know what is happening here at all."

"Not bad!" Huang Shaowu nodded, but his eyes were still a little heavy and cold, "But it must be said that such ability is still extraordinary. This guy's original cultivation level is probably equivalent to our earth immortal.

So, you want to screw off His head and cheer up.”

"Is the Earth Immortal?" Zhang Ping murmured to himself, "The realm of the Earth Immortal in China is equivalent to the realm of the 'Yang God' in the exile space. I feel like I can try it."

Huang Shaowu glanced at Zhang Ping and said nothing. Huang Shaowu also knew about the division of realms in the exile space. As the direct person in charge of the last exile space incident, Huang Shaowu was also qualified to contact the Immortal World Sutra Collection Pavilion. Not to mention Chu Yiyi, the "health care exercise" translated by Zhang Ping was with Huang Shaowu.

Zhang Ping did not directly participate in the subsequent events, just take a look.

The country has sufficient experience and means to deal with this evil god. More than a dozen Nascent Soul Stage bosses did not attack, but just formed a formation to seal the town here to prevent the spirit of the demon god from running away.

During this period, Zhang Ping's "fire eyes and golden eyes" played a huge role. One of the important methods of this Modimodo's demon god dared to come to Qinhuangxing to develop believers is: invisibility.

Those ghosts who have obtained some means cannot be seen in the Nascent Soul stage, let alone the demon god himself. However, he met Zhang Ping.

Under Zhang Ping's golden eyes, he found a little "light" in the totem. This is Modimodo's distraction and the foundation.

After a few minutes of confrontation, a master of God Transformation came. This little bit of light could not escape the eyes of the master of God Transformation, and was directly suppressed by the master of God Transformation and put it into the jade box; then the master floated away.

From beginning to end, the boss came and left without saying a word. It was enviable.

As for the cultists here, of course, no one of them ran away. This is a city with sound legal system and a perfect social system. Crimes, etc., unless they are not discovered; as long as they are discovered, they will never be able to escape.

However, in view of Zhang Ping's request, Fan Chengyun had to leak his fingers and miss a few guys to practice for Zhang Ping and his friends.

I originally asked Zhang Ping to come and help, but I said that I would provide Zhang Ping and his friends with an opportunity to train and fight. Now that Zhang Ping has made great contributions, he still needs to help with this.

Anyway, they are all criminals. Besides, they miss a few, and then follow the clues and find some things that may not be obtained in interrogation.

For example, the contactors of cults are mostly using codes, etc., and the interrogation is really hard to be judged.

After such a busy journey, it was Sunday. Zhang Ping planned to disclose the problem of refining weapons for the first time on Saturday, which was naturally delayed.
Chapter completed!