Chapter 624: It’s a Pity that He Has a Mouth

When the fish pond owner and Jiang Shenchui had undergone several examinations and returned to the old temple. Reading

What he heard was the chilling scream of Jiuzhongjian.

Jiang Shenchui could not imagine what kind of pain he was going through. It actually made Jiuzhongjian, a famous master of the older generation, make such a sound.

"What happened?" Jiang Shenchui looked surprised.

"What else could it be? Obviously, he was hit after he lost contact with us. And they are trying to treat him."

"Are you saying that Jiuzhongjian's body was occupied by the three corpses? And the three corpses can also be suppressed by external forces?" Jiang Shenchui asked in confusion.

Facing this close friend of his father, the fish pond owner sighed. He did not explain too much.

However, he knew that it was the black mud divinity.

This divinity that should not be mastered by humans was still spread. I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

The fish pond owner also fought with the horrors in the disaster fog and had seen the hero.

It is said that when the crying hero gave up all his divinity and even his own existence.

In the entire void, the human side and even some beings in other dimensions celebrated him at that moment.

Congratulations to the hero.

At that time, the newly promoted evil god Li Changhe slashed into a mythical sword.

This caused a huge deep pit full of malice to appear in the urban area of ​​Yanyun.

After that, the deep pit was called the hero's mark by official colleagues. Keep it as a memorial.

The black mud remaining on the 'hero's mark' alone would make people feel very uncomfortable.

On the other side, Li Changhe and others kept a safe distance from the sword in the wine, silently observing the changes of the sword in the wine.

This state has lasted for more than ten minutes.

"Can he bear it?" The ghost hand with two black circles on his face and blood on his nose ran over and asked.

"Uh, what's wrong with you?" Li Changhe looked at his face and couldn't help but admire that the person who did it was quite symmetrical.

"Don't worry about this now. How is Old Yao?" Ghost Hand wiped the blood from his nose and continued to ask.

"Still normal."

"You call this normal?" Ghost Hand widened his eyes and said, "This man is over 60 years old, crying like a baby! His nose bubbles are crying, hey!"

"So it's normal." Li Changhe spread his hands and said, "Once the Western supernaturals come into contact with this, they will collapse and commit suicide. Senior Yao can at least maintain it and not completely collapse. This means that he is adapting to this power."

In the Battle of the Seven Kings, those magicians also came into contact with the black mud. They all chose death in extreme pain.

And Jiu Zhongjian is worthy of being a master of the older generation, with a firm mind.

Of course, it is also possible that he can't do it. After all, his hands, feet and magic are all bound.

"He has already begged us to kill him," a second-generation disciple interrupted.

"Well, the process is indeed worse than death. When I mastered this power, I also wanted to die very much." Li Changhe remembered the girl's voice of "Don't die". The whole person was not good. He continued, "However, thinking this way, the three corpses can't stand it either."

"To defeat myself and the three corpses together? That's really simple and crude." Ghost Hand frowned: "How did you get this power?"

When this question was asked, many people looked over.

After all, the evil black mud was too evil. It looked like magic no matter how you looked at it.

Especially Master Kongchan, he felt that this power was a higher level of existence.

"The process was painful, so don't let me recall it." Li Changhe did not explain.

The black mud divinity was not a power that could be mastered, and Li Changhe's success was not replicable.

The oath of faith of "don't die" and the sacrifice of the weeping hero who gave up everything. Only then did Li Changhe become the new evil demigod.

At this moment, Li Changhe did not expect the sword in the wine to master the black mud.

He only hoped that he could survive this process.

Transformed into a black mud sufferer.

For this reason, Li Changhe invested a thousand points of black mud divinity.

He wanted to turn the sword in the wine into a black mud sufferer.

I just don't know if it succeeded.

"By the way, Brother Ghost Hand, what happened to your face?" Li Changhe hesitated for a moment, but still wanted to ask: "Were you beaten by your mother's family? Tell us so that we can be happy and relieve the atmosphere."

I don't know what happened. The Taoist sister who was treating the mute girl just now suddenly rushed out of the room with a distorted face. She called several Taoist masters.

Grabbed Ghost Hand's collar and beat him violently, watching Li Changhe tremble with fear.

I am afraid that my father-in-law Xiao Mo will beat me like this.

"I don't know." Ghost Hand spread his hands, with an innocent and confused face: "He suddenly went crazy and ran over to beat me. They are all my mother's family, and they are all my eldest brother-in-law and eldest sister-in-law. I didn't dare to fight back."

At this time, the wailing of Jiuzhongjian gradually subsided.

"His cause and effect has changed." A second-generation disciple said: "His cause and effect is no longer chaotic!"

In the previous battle, Jiuzhongjian's Confucian cause and effect was like some kind of vine-like cause and effect entangled, making his Confucian cause and effect shake and twist.

That should be the method of the Three Corpses God.

At this moment, the unknown cause and effect disappeared, and the Confucian cause and effect gradually returned to peace.

Upon hearing this, Li Changhe immediately took out two Qingxin Mantras.

Within 20 meters of the Jiuzhong Sword, the Qingxin Mantras were no longer triggered.

"Very good, the Three Corpses are no longer in turmoil." Li Changhe thought to himself and continued to approach the Jiuzhong Sword.

Jiu Zhongjian's body was buried in the ground, with only his head exposed.

At this moment, his dark eyes looked at the starry sky, and his body also exuded that amazing malice, and the land around him had been dyed black.

After seeing Li Changhe, he said in an unusually hoarse voice: "Did it succeed?"

Li Changhe looked at Jiu Zhongjian's state, and could faintly perceive the divinity of the black mud in Jiu Zhongjian's body. There was even an inexplicable connection.

"It seems to be successful, how do you feel?" Li Changhe asked.

"I regret it so much. But at least I survived." Jiu Zhongjian responded in a low voice: "Sure enough, my friend, you"

When contacting the black mud, a strange picture flashed before Jiu Zhongjian's eyes. The handsome boy in black clothes in front of him disappeared.

Instead, it was an ancient general with green fire wrapped around his body and wearing mountain armor!

"It's a celestial being" After saying this, Jiu Zhongjian fainted.

Soon, after repeated inspections by the Taoist disciples, it was confirmed that Jiu Zhongjian had returned to normal.

He was immediately dug out from the ground and started to treat him.

His right hand was destroyed by the sword energy, and three fingers were broken. In addition, he was not treated during the battle, and it was already infected.

This swordsmanship master might lose his right hand holding the sword.

But this is much better than being occupied or dying by the three corpses.

Moreover, Li Changhe also got a very favorable information.

The black mud divinity can indeed deal with the three corpses!

Li Changhe smiled and then recited like a poet: "In a sense, everything in the world is a meeting. When cold meets warm, there is rain. When winter meets spring, there are years. When heaven meets earth, there is eternity."

The handsome appearance, tall figure, and touching words make Li Changhe look handsome and elegant.

Qiu Wentian couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

However, all the good things turned into nothingness in the last sentence.

"It's bad luck for the three corpse gods to meet me! Hahaha!"

Qiu Wentian's face twitched, and the words he was about to praise were swallowed back instantly.

Such a handsome guy, but unfortunately he has a big mouth!