Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Fantasy -> The last witcher

Volume Three, Fourth Aunt, Chapter 867: Breaking the Agreement

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    However, afterwards, Taoist Duoling searched for his fellow experts and came to the following conclusions: First, when the martial artist died, he still held the Five Thunder Seal in his hand, so the servants in the underworld did not dare to capture his soul for the time being;  The two beads that the spiritual Taoist put into his mouth should be the essence of the turtle demon, not the night pearls. This allows the originally dead martial artist to come back with the help of the essence of the turtle demon; the third is that they are originally substitutes.  Heaven follows its path, punishes evil and promotes good. Therefore, the laws of heaven are clear, and the cycle of cause and effect means that good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil.  Although the martial artist could not escape the disaster in the fishing village, God treated him well after allowing him to go through that ordeal and giving him a chance to start a new life.  "What makes Duoling Taoist and Wen Taoist a little sad is that since the martial arts Taoist came back from the dead, not only has his speech become stuttering, but his brain is not as bright as before.  His whole personality has changed drastically, from being unruly and unruly to now being aggressive wherever he points. It always feels weird.  ¡° Later, Taoist Duoling consulted ancient books and found a relevant explanation: that is, because the martial arts practitioner came back from the dead, her birth date changed, which led to changes in her entire personality.  What kind of destiny a person has is really closely related to his own personality, and vice versa. I agree with this with both hands and feet.  "Jia Shu, through what happened to the martial arts man, you should know why our two brothers stopped you from rescuing your friends, right?" The martial arts man's eyes looked extremely vicissitudes at this moment. I just glanced at him and moved away.  Eyes, unwilling to look directly into the other person's eyes.  Seeing my entangled look, the Taoist man continued to persuade me: "Everything in this world has its destiny. You need to do everything according to your ability and do everything in moderation. I know that you have deep wisdom.  Descendants, in the previous life, I was associated with Patriarch Bodhidharma in Daliang. However, you must know clearly that this is the underworld. No matter how powerful you are, you must follow the rules here. The consequences of going against heaven are  It¡¯s very miserable.¡± I know that what these two wise men said is for my own good, but I will never let those guys in hell do harm to my friends.  It's just that I am weak now. Once I find Nianchu and others, I will definitely try my best to save them from the sea of ??suffering, for sure!  Seeing that I didn't speak for a long time, the martial arts man was a little surprised. After exchanging glances with the literary man, the martial arts man said: "Now we have passed the small hell of breaking muscles and removing bones. If we go further, we will reach the small hell of squatting on the top stone."  , the small hell of pulling out the tongue and piercing the cheek, the small hell of burning the fingers, the small hell of severed limbs, the small hell of wooden clamps, the small hell of pulling out the intestines, and then we went to the entrance to the third floor. " I looked at the honest martial artist and sorted it out.  He paused his thoughts, and then asked: "Have all my companions been taken to the third floor by Luo Tianbao?" The martial arts man thought about it for a long time with a troubled expression, and then glanced at the literary man next to him.  The scholar realized that even after talking for a long time, I was still obsessed with saving those evil spirits, so his expression became extremely unhappy.  Fortunately, the martial artist was more down-to-earth and finally told me the truth: "After all, we are far away from the other party. I didn't count how many evil souls were escorted, but it seems that there are no less than five." I counted them with my fingers.  The number of evil souls saved on the road, including Nian Chu, Zhang Wuji, Shui Sheng, Hong, Guo Shun, Yuanyuan, Bingbing, Qin Feiyang, Zhengming, and An Ran, who was not sure whether they were saved, were close to ten, and it seemed that there were still some left.  In the second level of hell.  I was thinking about it here, but my eyes were suddenly attracted by a group of evil spirits not far away.  I saw five ghost soldiers escorting two evil spirits, walking towards our direction.  I didn¡¯t pay much attention to it at first. After all, there are many teams escorting evil souls in hell, and I saw a few of them on the way here.  But what made me unable to look away for a long time was the look in this evil spirit's eyes.  Why does one of them look so much like Yuanyuan, with a hint of helplessness in his sadness, while the other looks so much like Bingbing, with a little scheming in his eyes, but he doesn't hide it well, making it easy for others to see.  These two evil spirits made my little heart twitch.  Having said this, I have to explain: In hell, the evil spirits all look the same. Maybe they have been tortured for too long. Ordinary people see those evil spirits as neither humans nor ghosts.  Thinking of this, I said to the martial arts master: "I want to come down and walk by myself for a while, do you think it's okay?" "Okay, I'm tired of hugging for a long time." The martial arts master was very honest and said his inner thoughts directly.  "What do you think, scholar?" I knew that the final decision on this matter still rested with the scholar, so I turned around and asked the scholar next to me.  "Then you have to promise not to cause trouble for us." Jiang was still very stubborn, and the literary man immediately guessed what I was thinking, so he forced me to make a promise.  We are about to clash with that group of ghost soldiers before our eyes.After that, I couldn¡¯t think of much, so I could only nod in agreement.  After seeing my nod, the Wen Taoist signaled the Martial Arts man to put me down, but as soon as my feet touched the ground, he loudly asked the group of ghost soldiers: "Are you Yuanyuan?"  The official rank in the mansion was not low, so when the team of ghost soldiers saw them, they all nodded and said hello.  But after I shouted this, the group of ghost soldiers stopped one after another, holding steel forks in their hands, and looked at me in confusion.  After hearing my shout, one of the evil spirits nodded blankly at me. I knew that I was going to tear up the agreement with the scholar.  ¡°It¡¯s just that I know very well the abilities of the civil and martial arts people. I only have one chance. If I fail, not only will I not be able to save Yuanyuan and Bingbing in front of me, but I will also put the civil and martial arts people in a disadvantageous situation.  I first adjusted my breathing, because when I was in the martial arts master's arms, I had nothing to do, listening to the martial arts master tell me stories about the past to advise me, and paying attention to every move of the martial arts master.  I found the other person's breathing very interesting.  He was breathing in and out almost while flying.  Inhale once, after fourteen steps, start to hold your breath for about twenty-one steps, and then start to exhale, which is also fourteen steps, and the cycle starts again.  I also tried it in the arms of a martial artist, and found that I couldn't do it as well as others. I could inhale for seven steps, hold my breath for about fourteen steps, and then use seven steps to expel the air in the chest.  .  Although there is no need to breathe in hell, after breathing in this way, my body feels very light and my brain becomes clear.  So when I came to the ground, I began to imitate the breathing method that the martial artist had just used to adjust my mentality.  When I realized that my body had reached its peak state, I shouted loudly, broke the "plastic wrap" that blocked the leakage of my spiritual power, and killed the group of ghost soldiers To be continued
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report