Qin Kun and Manjituo were in a stalemate, and the two of them caused great trauma to each other, but they all remained peaceful.

The spiritual power was stimulating, and the beams and pillars in the dead palace were slightly vibrating. When fighting head-on, each punch could shake out a large-scale gale wind. The old referee's hair was blown by the gale wind, he raised his eyelids and stroked his fingers on the piano.

The strings of the piano are plucked, the sound of the piano is solemn and the scene changes suddenly.

A battlefield with broken walls.

The four found that they were trapped in the Mirage Realm, and nothing that happened here would have an impact on the Death Palace.

"Fortress of Pluto?"

Qin Kun quickly swept around with his bull eyes and raised the corner of his mouth. He heard from Qin Kui that the old referee who played the piano in the Death Palace was Mu Shen. He was once one of the masters in the tower in the Ten Death City, who was in charge of all the Death Fighting Platforms. Even if the Ten Death City changed the sky, Mu Shen was still Mu Shen.

Taking the Fortress of the Pluto as a battlefield, he didn't know which Pluto's causal line was the string of the Pluto. This is the exclusive one of the winners.

"Haha, Kunlun Demon, someone told me about your past. I heard it is very powerful. I saw you today, but that's it!"

Mangidor made a flower-picking seal with one hand, and the tip of the fingers was bitten through. He wrote with blood on the arm of the flower-picking seal.

The spell was made of blood as a medium and penetrated into his arm. Qin Kun looked at Manjituo with a squinted head and puzzledly. After all the spells were portrayed, Manjituo flicked his finger.

Suddenly, a black dot popped up.

What he picked up just now was not a flower, but a beetle.

As Mangitho pops up, the beetle swells with the storm, covered in blood, his mouth is sharp, and it falls to the ground, like a cow.

"The abandits of Bharatha Motian raised cows with scabies, and they should not be foolish. They should raise disasters with their bodies and provide blood to achieve coexistence. The Pure Land has no land, and thousands of diseases and insects are ruthless in the mortal world. In order to resist and punish, they will kill all the believers of Bharatha Motian and spread disasters."

Manjituo's tone was very strange, and his meaning was only understood by anyone. Qin Kun knew that his language was different from his own, but because of the special reason for the Ten Dead City, he could understand it.

Spell!

Using blood as a medium, musical drive, supplemented by Gu insects, similar techniques to Taoist soldiers, Qin Kun wrapped his arms with iron chains and hammered the hideous and ugly insect, Manjituo popped up two more.

Qin Kun's insect killing speed was not as fast as the Mangido's worms. After a while, the stack of giant insects like hills in front of him almost flooded Qin Kun.

One by one, stacked layer by layer, crawling and slashing, stomping, rushed towards Qin Kun desperately. The last giant insect popped out, and Manjituo walked into the giant insect pile and disappeared.

"Hahahahaha... Kunlun Demon, can you finish killing?"

Countless giant insects are as large as the hilltops, densely packed. Looking around, there are insect feet, mouthparts, and female insects laying eggs behind them.

The face of a giant insect in front of him turned into Manjituo. Qin Kun punched him and Manjituo's face appeared on the giant insect next to him again.

Hong Shuang!

Da Yan crawled his hand and followed Hong Shuang. The faint green ice flame was centered on Qin Kun and became ripples-like ice patterns.

The giant insects nearby were frozen into ice, and they were crispy and scattered under the stomp of other giant insects. A large area of ​​casualties suddenly caused Manjituo's eyes to twitch. His face appeared on the giant insect above Qin Kun, and suddenly spread its wings.

Flap your wings!

Compared to the previous small insects flapping their wings, the sound of these giant insects flapping their wings as big as cows is like a magical sound. Qin Kun wails in pain and is a little excited.

The most painful thing is that willpower cannot withstand this torture and there are signs of collapse.

The negative emotions of the five ghosts, the pain before their death, and the torture now have made Qin Kun lose his will.

Caught out of control, a giant insect's pliers were clamped on his face. With Grah, Qin Kun's half of his cow's face fell, leaving a deep scar.

Then, the giant insects that had flapped their wings all over their body launched an attack at the same time.

Thousands of wings flapping sounds formed an overclocked sound wave. Qin Kun lost his mind, surging his stomach, his mental breakdown to the limit, and his pain was at its limit.

Buzz

The tinnitus made him lose his hearing and his eyes were dim.

When Qin Kun's consciousness recovered, he found that there was darkness around him. He rubbed his head, and the sound waves caused him to feel nauseous. The extreme quietness now relieved the feeling of nausea a lot.

Where is this?

You can't touch the ground, you can't touch anything, you can't see anything, or even hear the echo when you open your own mouth.

It seems to have arrived in an empty world.

Suddenly, light appeared around, and there were several braziers.

Qin Kun saw that this was a prison. In the wooden door of the prison, there were a group of weak ghosts, a dazed bull head, and a ghost was taken out for interrogation. Bai Wuchang sat at the table. Bai Wuchang opened his mouth and said something to the bull head. The bull head led the ghost back, and then the iron chain on his body was wrapped around the ghost's head.

The ghost resisted strongly, begging for mercy, and even regretted. The bull's eyes softened and he looked at Bai Wuchang with a pleading look. Bai Wuchang hooked the bull's nose ring, bent him, and patted him on the cheek.

Suddenly, he pressed the bull's head into the oil pan.

The bull's head struggled and was lifted up by Bai Wuchang. The bull's eyes were hiding, and the ghost energy repaired his cheeks, drooped his head, and was doing things according to Bai Wuchang's request.

The ghost was begging for mercy and cried. The bull head looked straight, and his palm turned into a hoof on the ghost's forehead. The ghost was lost for a moment, as if he had recalled all the beauty of his previous life. He smiled. While he had not come back to his senses, the bull head lamented, pulled the iron chain, and with a thud, the ghost's head exploded.

From beginning to end, Qin Kun could not hear a slight sound. He tried to walk towards the bullhead and shouted.

"Niu Meng? Is it you??"

The cow head watched the ghost dissipate, and he stood there like a walking corpse, as if he felt something. He turned his head, looked sadly in Qin Kun's direction, and continued to work on his own work.

In the confined space, Qin Kun became nothingness, feeling terrible, and was chilled behind him, and hesitated, and suddenly he was hit.

He looked back and found that there was a battlefield behind him.

Several generals dressed as men watched their subordinates tied a man there and tortured him. The man had blurred facial features, bleeding mouth, and dressed differently from them. He seemed to be an enemy scout. The scout looked at the general and the others with a sneer.

The general was very angry and threw down a token. The scout was tied to him and saw a small barely bare in the military camp walking up to him. The scout vomited the small barely bare faced with blood.

The young man was angry and slapped the face, and a bright knife appeared.

The knife cut the cross pattern on the head of the man tied up, and the bright silver liquid poured in. The bound scout struggled in severe pain. The young master smiled happily and viciously.

The bright silver liquid oozed out of the wound, but most of it flowed down with the man's struggle.

With a slap, a guy with blood all over his body broke free from the human skin. He couldn't bear it and fell to the ground in pain. The scout wailed and screamed, hysterically.

Tears and anger mixed together and shouted at the group of people. The pawn sneered, and joined hands with several people to tie the man to the wooden board, dripping the hot oil on the man bit by bit.

The man was crying, and Qin Kun touched his eyes, and it seemed to be wet, and he wanted to kill all of these people! Immediately!

The man died, and before he died, his intestines were opened and his stomach was stuffed into straw. Qin Kun red eyes, looking at the scout's eyes finally dimmed, two lines of tears fell from his cheeks, and his feet turned into a lake.

The autumn leaves were flying, and a bald monk was carried out by the villagers in panic, with ropes tied to his body and stones tied to his feet.

Several village girls crying with pear blossoms and rain, pointed at the monk and nodded vigorously under the inquiry of their elders.

The monk was inexplicably looking at the village girls with sorrow and begging.

Qin Kun saw that the smile on the corner of the village girl's mouth flashed and she cried louder. The monk closed his eyes in pain like a lightning strike.

The monk was thrown into the lake by the angry villagers, his hands were folded, and the stones tied under his feet quickly sank, suffocating, the water pressure, the soil stirred when he fell to the ground, and the aquatic plants poured into the monk's nasal lungs.

The monk coughed violently, and the sadness was greater than the death of his heart. He looked up at the turbid lake and looked at the blurry moon thousands of miles away. His tears and the lake water turned into one. Until his death, his hands were not released.
Chapter completed!