Chapter 1565 Apologizing for Cramps

Chapter 1565 Apologizing for Cramps

"Is there a problem? I belong to the Zhengling Boy, and I'll give you the truth!"

Liu Qianlang was a little confused by the other party's question, and said in surprise.

"Oh! It turns out that Zhengling boy is still so ignorant. Why can't he even understand the eight major gestures of the spirit mantra. Look, this is the orchid finger, this is the shameful flower, this is the crane watching the sky, this is the silence hanging , This is Duhuaerqiao, this is Miaoren's entrustment, this is Dibaolong, and this is Jifushe.

Remember, these are the most basic fingering methods for issuing spirit mantras, and there are many more, which I will tell you slowly later, but don’t forget about messy and ugly postures, at least use a pointing finger Is it? I don't know who your master is, and how he taught you such a stupid apprentice. well! "

Liu Qianlang originally thought that he was just pretending to fool Xiao Jinchan, so fingering the magic spell was useless, but he was an expert, not only did not fool him, but he was criticized and taught, and even his master lost face.

Liu Qianlang sighed secretly: self-inflicted evil, you can't live; deceiving others is foolish, you are really foolish!

"Hehe, I'm really ashamed. In this regard, my spiritual master has very little knowledge. I will ask Xiao Jinchan for more advice in the future. This spiritual master must listen to it with an open mind."

Liu Qianlang had to smile awkwardly.

"Okay, it's good to be open-minded. Hey! Human race is human race. It seems that it will take a long, long time to reach the sky with spiritual wisdom."

Xiao Jinchan looked up at Liu Qianlang's blushing face, and comforted her.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, in the southeast direction of Twitching Hell, the gray and white scene suddenly changed, speechless, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain began to fall. The rain followed the wind and quickly swept in the direction of Liu Qianlang.

"Give back our veins! Give back our veins"

At the same time, the dark clouds rolled, and countless ghost figures swayed in the dazzling eyes that were torn apart by lightning from time to time, all of them bared their teeth and claws, howling miserably, penetrating and miserable.

"Let's go and see."

Liu Qianlang said, waved his sleeves to recruit Xiao Jinchan into the shuttle, and then with a thought, in the next second, he had appeared dozens of meters away from King Gu Cheyou, Xiao Che, Xiao Gu and Xiao Jian.

The eastern sky is getting darker and darker, and countless resentful and hating ghosts refuse to return to the five mortal worlds, hovering in the sky, howling, seeking justice.

"Mom! What should I do, they won't leave!"

With an anxious expression on his face, Xiao Che clenched his hands tightly. In the pouring rain, he asked his mother, King You Che.

"Tell me, what you want this prison emperor to do, you can feel relieved, this prison emperor promises you!"

King Gu Cheyou's figure was still changing between beautiful and ugly, his voice was sometimes old, and sometimes young and crisp.

"Give us back our veins, give us back our veins"

There was constant thunder and wailing in the sky, and there was no answer, only such wailing.

"Can Zhengling Boy promise this Prison Emperor one thing?"

The sky did not answer, King Gu Cheyou asked Liu Qianlang who was flying over.

Hearing the words, Liu Qianlang had a premonition of King Gu Cheyou's upcoming choice, and couldn't help but feel very sad. However, in the current situation, even Xiaojian Zhengling's sword and sword spirit energy could not resolve the resentment in the hearts of these resentful souls. Helpless choice.

Liu Qianlang hesitated again and again, and said: "The spirit master has found the method to activate the seven-color divine jade, and it is no problem to cleanse the alien body Gu in your body. What other wishes do King Gu Cheyou have? Please enlighten me, Liu Qianlang agreed. You, will help you do it."

"Okay! This prison emperor misunderstood you before, please Haihan. This prison emperor was born in the world of dark spirits, and it seems that he is destined to return to the soul here. There is a saying, karma, although this prison emperor also suffers here, but He also did countless harmful things. It is only natural to commit crimes and pay off debts.

Today, the emperor of this prison has his own cramps and pulses, and he will only rest in seventy-seven forty-nine days! This is the number of souls in the world who comfort the undead. I hope that the countless five undead will attribute all their hatred to my humble life and spare my other members of the same race! If I have my own cramps and pulses in seventy-nine forty-nine days, and I still can't make you hate, I will destroy my soul and soul again, and I will never be reborn! That's great! ?

Zhengling boy, after my death, if the undead in the sky promises, please guide me all the way and bring my people back to the universe of my homeland. Thank you, Ben Prison Emperor! "

King Gu Cheyou's eyes suddenly shot out determination, and he took a deep look at his beloved daughter Xiao Che and righteous daughter Xiao Gu beside him, and then said forcefully to Liu Qianlang and to the sky.

"Mom—don't!"

As soon as King Gu Cheyou finished speaking, he let out a sorrowful smile in the rainstorm, and threw away the hook awl in his hand, which symbolized him as the prison emperor of hell and hell. He condensed an icy light from his ten fingers and pierced his chest with the barb blade. Tear, a bright red blood vein was forcibly torn out by himself.

King Gu Cheyou's face was pale and distorted due to the pain, but her eyes were calm, and the corners of her mouth were smiling in relief, looking at her beloved daughter, Liu Qianlang, Xiaojian and the little Jinchan who landed on Liu Qianlang's shoulder.

Xiao Che and Xiao Gu rushed to their mother and cried loudly, crying like tears.

Between heaven and earth, the hurricane roared, the heavy rain continued, the lightning flashed and thundered, and countless ghosts wailed, and more and more torturers from hell swooped in, watching their own prison emperor keep pulling his tendons, Liver and gallbladder torn, beating the ground and crying loudly

One day passed, two days passed

The eastern sky of the hell is finally lit up, and countless wronged souls have not returned to the five mortal worlds, but they have all dissipated.

King Gu Cheyou turned into a tomb, and the inscription in front of the tomb said: The dark spirit time and space control his wife farewell.

"Thank you, Brother Liu! After studying for many days, I learned the method of mobilizing the seven-colored jade, and cleaned up the alien body Gu for us. We finally recovered our original appearance. Mother can finally feel at ease."

Xiao Che and Xiao Gu saluted and thanked each other.

"Sister Xiao Che, sister Xiao Gu, you don't have to be polite. In fact, Liu Qianlang was very sad and ashamed that he couldn't save Senior Yaobie."

The three of them looked at King Gu Cheyou's tidy tomb together, feeling very helpless in their hearts, Liu Qianlang shook his head slightly and said.

"I don't blame Brother Liu. Mother has always been a hero who dares to be brave. Even in the Aoyou Universe back then, Mother was also a famous Star Fighting Spirit Warrior. Because of this, father and mother bonded together.

It's just a pity that now, father and mother will never have the chance to meet again. It's really hard for mother to leave her here alone. If it weren't for fulfilling mother's wish, we really want to be here with her forever.

But mother, you must ask us to go back to the dark spirit world to save daddy, and don't let me mention the fact that she died. I understand my mother's heart, it's because she doesn't want her father, who has been devastated, to be hit again. "

When Xiao Che talked about the good relationship between his parents, he couldn't help crying again, and said.

"However, if your father asks about your mother, how will you answer?"

Although Liu Qianlang couldn't bear to hurt the other party, he still reminded him.