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Creation of Heavenly Punishment I Chapter 52 The Fusion of Swords and Demons

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    (A brand new day, I wish you all a radiant look!) Chapter 52: Fusion of Swords and Two Demons Qingfeng watched the master enter a strange secret room, or enter a strange space, and the curiosity in his heart instantly took over.  With fear, he scanned the nameplates in the room with his eyes, and murmured to himself in an intriguing tone: "What an interesting place, let me see what mysteries are in it." At the same time, in Tingyu Tower,  In a guest room on the fifth floor of Dongyu Building, Ying'er was playing with a few white rabbits on the grass in a strange space.  After watching Jian Qing for a long time, his figure has long since disappeared from everyone's sight, and no aura can be detected using secret techniques, but there is such a misty existence in his eyes, which seems real and illusory, and seems to exist and not exist.  There seemed to be a few sighs in the long silence; I don¡¯t know whether they were lamenting the death of their brother or the upcoming troubled times.  "Report to the leader of the gang, more and more people from all walks of life have gathered at the door, asking to meet the gang leader and send troops to attack the devil!" A guard hurried in to report.  Everyone¡¯s expressions suddenly became serious, as if they were suddenly alert and broke away from the sadness of parting just now.  "Let them send a few representatives here." The gang leader turned and walked towards the head of the hall, his voice was low, majestic and irresistible.  "Yes!" The guard took the order and ran backwards.  Just as he raised his feet, he heard the gang leader say again: "Five survivors, not one less!" The gang leader did not look back, but his voice was clear in his ears, majestic, low, and unquestionable.  ?????????????????????Everyone's heart was trembling at the same time, they straightened their straight bodies again, and raised their spirits 200%.  "Yes!" The guard took the order again, turned around and ran outside.  "Everyone, please take a seat!" Shenji sat upright, expressionless, and said calmly.  "Thank you, leader!" Several hall leaders and Nai Jiujiu took a few steps, either urgently or slowly, and returned to their seats, sitting with their necks straight.  After that, there was another long silence, and the atmosphere in the hall was solemn and depressing, like a sword being smelted in the high temperature.  The increasingly depressing atmosphere heated up like a furnace, and Li Tie's body began to twist uneasily; Nai Jiujiu's eyes slowly moved, and beads of sweat began to appear on his body; Qing Liuyun and Feng Canyun looked thoughtful; Shen Ji  Poker face.  This oppressive and abnormal atmosphere lasted for a cup of tea, and finally collapsed with the sound of a report: "Report¡ªgang leader! They have been brought, there are eight of them, waiting outside!" "Invite them in." Shenji ordered.  He said, still looking indifferent.  "Yes!" The guard took the order and came out.  In the slightly bright stone cave, the sound of dripping water could be heard clearly.  A groan that seemed to come from hell came from the mouth of the young man on the ground.  "You were so seriously injured and woke up so quickly! I thought you would be in a coma for three days and three nights, five days and five nights. What an amazing guy!" The lonely old man said in a low and hoarse voice.  The young man on the ground crawled on the ground with his face sideways, groaned twice, and said to himself with great difficulty: "I'm still alive! I'm still alive!" The voice was sad and desolate, making people wonder whether he was happy or sad.  As the young man spoke, he coughed twice and tried to turn over, but his body refused to move and did not move at all.  ¡°There¡¯s no need to struggle, your meridians and flesh have been destroyed, and it¡¯s a miracle that you¡¯re still alive!¡± The old man said in a hoarse voice in surprise.  "Yes, that's it, that's it! What a miracle!" The young man laughed at himself and coughed a few more times.  "Weird man, it seems that you are not optimistic about your own survival." The old man said in a hoarse voice in doubt, and then explained with a sudden realization: "That's right, in your current situation, you can't do anything, and you can't afford food or clothing.  Taking care of yourself is very miserable, much worse than dying directly." The eagle next to him screamed twice, seeming quite dissatisfied with the old man's words.  "I hate it!" The young man groaned sadly and coughed several times.  "You should hate it. You should hate being injured like this." The old man agreed in a hoarse voice.  "I hate that I, alone, killed so many innocent and kind people! I hate that I stuck to my promise and indulged in sin! I hate that I was cowardly and incompetent and couldn't save them! I hate! I hate" The young man was very excited.  While hating, I coughed, and finally coughed up a few mouthfuls of bright red.  The old man hurriedly sealed several important points on his body, stuffed a pill into his mouth, and said in surprise: "Take your time, hate slowly, don't be in a hurry, if you die all at once, you won't have to hate anymore!"  The eagle next to him chirped twice more in dissatisfaction.  "Senior said, hate slowly! Hate slowly!" The young man tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, and coughed twice more.   "That's right. If you keep Qingshan, don't you worry about not having firewood, but if you have this life, why don't you worry about not having a chance for revenge?" The old man advised in a hoarse voice.  The young man just cried and laughed.  "What's your name? What kind of hatred can make you hate so deeply?" the old man asked.  The young man thought for a long time, and finally said with a self-deprecating sneer: "Twenty years, twenty years! Just tell the seniors, and let the innocent people who died because of this know the truth!" Magic Mountain, Blood  In the red demon melting pool, the demonic energy surged, and the two strange creatures sometimes merged and sometimes separated like flesh, and suddenly they let out a shrill scream.  In front of the Demon Melting Pond, there is a Demon Knife, a Demon Sword, with its sharp tip pointing downwards, and two ferocious ghost heads on the handle swaying from time to time, making a weird and creepy laugh.  Suddenly a ray of light flashed in from a distance, it was the Netherworld King.  "It seems that the integration is almost complete." Netherworld King said, the huge ghost-faced dharma image continued to twist.  "King of Netherworld, thank you very much this time! Without you, there is no hope for me to be resurrected!" An immature voice said at a rapid pace.  "No matter how comrades talk about thanking each other, it is all for the benefit of the demon clan." King Netherworld said.  "What King Netherworld said is absolutely true. But even so, being able to resurrect the Sword Demon, and fuse my two demons, and greatly increase my power, is a reminder from King Netherworld, so I should still say thank you." The other one also said the same.  The immature voice spoke at the same rapid pace.  ¡°That¡¯s it, I will accept this gratitude.¡± King Netherworld said.  The demonic energy was rolling in the demonic pool, and the two menacing laughter sounded like the screams of monsters, one after another.  After a while, a voice in the magic pool asked: "King Netherworld is here, isn't he going to see the progress of our fusion?" "This is just one of them. The other is to tell you that Yuan Qing has been found. As long as your fusion is completed,  You can start at any time," Netherworld King explained.  "Yuan Qing! Yuan Qing!" Two angry voices roared out from the magic pool almost at the same time, and kept repeating these two names. There was a feeling that this person was about to have his veins cramped, his heart ripped out and his flesh eaten.  Zhang Yang; the sound was harsh and abnormal, shaking the surroundings and roaring continuously.
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