Yang God

"What was screaming just now? I can't sleep if I sleep?"

After the return of Hun Yi's soul, he deliberately turned over in bed, pretending to be awake, and shouted at the outside.

"Easy Master, are you having a nightmare? There is no screaming outside."

"We haven't heard any screams."

There were two embarrassing answers from outside. Hung Yi was just sneer in his heart. Then he lay flat on the bed and felt that his heart was ups and downs and he could not sleep.

"I actually killed people today? Although I didn't see blood, but Zeng Yi has already lost his soul, obviously can't live. Even if he survives, he is an idiot with no brains. Where should he go now? Zeng Yi, this old lady is Mrs. Zhao's person. This is a problem, and I will not be willing to give up. This Houfu I am getting more and more unable to stay."

As soon as he lay down, Hong Yi felt that today's affairs are no different.

Today, Hong Gui, who was riding a horse during the day, won the battle, and took the Zhennan Princess to stop the disaster. It was a good thing that was calculated long ago. It was mixed and erected in the house, and it was even more savage. Mrs. Zhao got a pass.

This is also a small fight, seemingly no things, the grievances will certainly be deeper and deeper, but even if there is a grievance, it is also a matter of the future, and it will not be managed for the time being.

"I just didn't go out and chase after Zeng Yi. She used to dream about me, but I was hurt by the spirit. After I went back, I would definitely tell Mrs. Zhao that it is necessary to expose my cultivation of Taoism. This matter is exposed. However, it is not the same as a small one. It is better to take the two evils together, or to chase out the evils. But in this case, I am afraid that it will be more dangerous in the future."

"I have to think about a countermeasure."

There are only three things that Hong Yi is worried about now.

The first thing is that Hong Xuanji banned himself from practicing martial arts, but he secretly practiced.

The second thing is that I not only secretly practice martial arts, but also borrow the momentum of Zhennan Princess to peek at Hong Xuanji’s study.

The third thing is that Zeng Yi is now so squandered, although he can die without proof, plus the other party’s quiet scams at night, on the surface, he is not involved in it, but secretly it may mean something.

These three things, Hong Yi’s heart is over and over again, but there is no such thing as a perfect solution. But if things don't work, they can't do it. If they don't, their situation will be even worse.

"A few days later, Yuan Zhen will come to the government to pay for the relatives. Since she mentioned me, I am afraid that for a while, my father will not dare to treat me. I hope that things will turn around." Hong Yi once again thought of Yuanxiao. "These things are too complicated, empty-minded, and costly. Anyway, I have tried my best. It is better to let it sail to the bridge."

Hong Yisuo no longer thinks about these three things, but concentrates on closing his eyes and meditation on the scene of Zeng Yi’s fight.

"I thought that practicing the soul of the gods, as long as there is no practice before the gods and gods, the magic of the soul is a small path, but did not think of such a thrilling! Just killing invisible, have to be careful later."

Today, Hong Yi was the first time to use the technique of enchanting the soul. At that time, although he had a victory or defeat at the time, it was really dangerous to think about it carefully, but under the experience, he had experience.

"The technique of enchanting the soul is to first arouse the inner demons of the heart, all kinds of illusions, and then suppress it but not destroy it. After the heart is lowered, it will be applied to others. If others can't resist it, they will immediately become obsessed with it. Of course, if others are strong enough to destroy the illusion of the devil, they will be countered and injured."

Hong Yi's taste is clear to the truth of the soul, it is a double-edged sword, first hurt yourself, and then hurt. Fantasy came out, the suppression could not hold, and I was fascinated by the illusion.

Even if you successfully suppress the fall, then bless others, others will destroy, your soul will be hurt.

Because the demons themselves are your own illusions, closely related to the soul, destroyed by others, the soul is naturally damaged.

This is exactly what Zeng Yi used to confuse himself. He was wiped out and hurt.

"Wugong cultivation is not a one-off event. I have now felt that the muscles have been fully developed and reached the realm of the martial arts. However, the lack of actual combat is probably not as good as the real martial arts. The soul has been able to travel day, but it was in the study. The sky is dark again, and it has little difference with the night. If it can really sway in the middle of the sun, then it will be a real day trip."

The realm of the day trip must also be step by step. First, there is no sunshine in the cloudy sky, and then gradually drifting in the morning and evening, and finally exercise to the point where it can swing downstream in the midday of the noon, then further, you can achieve yin God has the ability to drive things.

"The cultivation also has to be step by step. In the back of the Amitabha, there is a summoning demon head, a technique of enchanting the soul. Although I don’t take it out, I still have to learn it, so as not to encounter the evil demon, no counterattack. means."

Hong Yi thought in his heart and quietly took out the Amitabha on the bed, this time on the back of the Amitabha.

On the back of the Amitabha, there are many small pictures of large pieces of slap, all of them are lifelike figures, the environment. Symmetry with the positive scriptures is a supplement to the scriptures.

As in the scriptures, when the light of the star is three inches into the top door, there will be a **** of hell.

On the back of the scripture, a picture draws the scene of Shura's **** in detail, which is so horrible that it is convenient for people to have a clear vision.

In the scriptures, when you look at the light of the stars, you will see a jade girl.

On the back of the scripture, there is a picture of a jade girl who is so **** and unable to extricate himself.

"The five great demon kings who attacked the souls of the people? One is the Yaksha King, the second is the Rakshasa King, the third is the Shura King, the fourth is the King Kong King, and the Five is the Ming King! It is not shallow enough to suppress the demons. Kind, otherwise people will be countered."

Hong Yi saw the five pictures on the back of the Amitabha. The first one was the night cherished king who had just thought of himself, holding the horror image of the steel fork.

The second pair, but a hand-held saw wheel, three heads and six arms, blood red eyes, fangs white hair, do not know the **** of the devil. Bloody eyes staring at himself~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Let people see a chill in their hearts.

Hong Yi looked at it and suddenly felt the movement in front of him. The devil suddenly jumped out of the painting, smelling **** vomiting in his nose, and surrounded by blood, as if he were in the blood. in.

"Not good." Hong Yi's heart moved, immediately to see the Amitabha Buddha, scattered thoughts, the illusion in front of him disappeared.

He knew that he saw this vivid picture into the gods, and he unconsciously entered the state of vision and produced an illusion.

"A good Rakshasa king? It seems that I am not strong enough, the spirit is not strong enough, I can't think of the Rakshasa come out against the battle. Otherwise, I can't fall, my soul flies."

Hong Yi was shocked and did not look at the later Shura Wang, King Kong King, Ming Wang. The three great devils are not what his current soul can think of.

"Night King!"

After Hung Yi understood the magical nightmare of repression, the mind was moved, a blue-faced fangs, a high three-footed, and a nightshade with a steel fork were conceived and immediately fell.

Hung Yi repeatedly thought about it, downs and downs, and did not know how many times he had passed. He finally became proficient in the fact that Wang Yi, who was seen by the night, immediately flew out and attacked where he wanted to attack.

Seeing that he is skilled in using it, Hong Yi packs up the Amitabha and closes his eyes to raise his spirit.

At dawn, Hung Yi walked around the mansion at random, and he heard a lot of arguments. "The big lady's close-fitting singer had a sudden stroke last night and now becomes an idiot without a brain."