Chapter 439: Witchcraft Doll

All eyes suddenly focused on Meng Qi. Looking at the face wrapped in white cloth strips, some were surprised, some were stunned, some were gloating, and some were disgusted and hated.

Yes, even Mu An died at the hands of the opponent. How could Ji Tao find an opportunity to ask for help and scare away the enemy?

Although Ji Tao's Thunder God bloodline is indeed powerful, Mu An has vast supernatural powers and weird methods. I don't know how many people present have experienced it personally. How can Ji Tao be on the same level as him?

Could it be that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, betrayed him in battle, and defected to the enemy?

At this time, none of them doubted Meng Qi's identity. After all, they were the same height, had the same aura, similar bloodline, and his appearance was confirmed by Jiang Shenghong before bandaging, so it was easier to think that he had betrayed the left-behind mansion.

Zuo Yiqian covered her mouth. She couldn't believe that this scary-looking guy had such a bad character. Her mother's eyes became cold and she wished she could tear everyone who had anything to do with the Red Army into pieces with her own hands. .

Zuo Hanfeng stopped pacing and looked at Meng Qi, his eyes cold and deep, like a blue pool.

Meng Qi was not worried at all about other people's scrutiny, but when faced with Zuo Hanfeng's gaze, he was quite uneasy.

The coldness fell on his body and penetrated inch by inch, making Meng Qi's internal organs seem to freeze. His blood was cold and flowed slower and slower.

He kept his mind inward, his heart was like a flat lake, reflecting everything around him, and the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills were running accordingly, imitating the breath vividly. Even Ji Tao's reaction under this gaze was fully considered, his face turned blue and his whole body was shaking. , teeth chattering.

"What do you want to say?" Zuo Hanfeng said solemnly.

He was very strict, and no one could rush to answer without permission. This would be regarded as an offense to him. Until Yin Lenghui defected and gained trust, more people spoke freely. Because of this, Yin Lenghui and others Several strangers have a very bad relationship with the soldiers and worshipers of the left-behind mansion.

Meng Qi shuddered and said hurriedly: "Sir, you have been wronged for your humble position!"

"At that time, Beizhi had many subordinates, and the other party had to be distracted, so he naturally gave Beizhi a chance."

"Yes, Sir, there were many spies following Ji Tao at that time. If the other party had ignored them, a signal for help would have been sent out long ago." Jiang Shenghong took a step forward and spoke for his beloved general.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yin Lenghui, as if he wanted to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.

His subordinates were not up to par, and they had to pull it on his side. They had ulterior motives!

Zuo Hanfeng nodded lightly and said nothing more, his eyes still staying on Meng Qi.

Meng Qi was trying his best to imitate, while at the same time he was feeling aggrieved and resentful: "Moreover, the three people encountered in humble positions may not be all the other parties. There may be other good players. Such a normal thing, when it comes to Mr. Yin's mouth, it doesn't matter. It seems incredible…”

"It makes sense! When we inspected the place where we started, we found four obvious signs. The number of people should be more than three." Jiang Shenghong sang with a group and tried his best to defend.

Zuo Hanfeng's face turned pale, and he finally looked away and looked at Yin Lenghui and Landie.

Meng Qi felt like he was being pardoned, and he breathed out a half-truth, and the cold sweat on his back finally broke out, becoming dense and wet his underwear.

Yin Lenghui chuckled, without any change in his expression: "I'm just asking, why did General Ji react so strongly?"

Without waiting for Meng Qi to answer, he turned around to face Zuo Hanfeng, cupped his hands and said, "Sir, I actually have a way to find the enemy."

Meng Qi's pupils suddenly shrank slightly. Is there any way he could find himself and the others?

Relying on witchcraft?

If he hadn't always been calm in times of crisis, his color might have changed at this moment.

"What?" Many soldiers and worshipers blurted out, Yin Lenghui has a way? After Mu An was killed, was his anger, which he had nowhere to vent, just fake?

Zuo Yiqian opened her beautiful black and white eyes and looked at Yin Lenghui with half fear and half curiosity. She was more afraid of the alien with strange methods and covered with insects than Ji Tao, but the mysterious witchcraft. It also makes girls full of curiosity. Is there really a way to find the elusive enemy out of thin air?

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Zuo Hanfeng, who was very deep in the city, asked calmly.

Yin Lenghui's smile was a bit sinister: "Because I can't do enough, after thinking about it, I feel that I can only ask the left-behind adult for help."

"How can I help?" Zuo Hanfeng had no wrinkles on his face, as if he was in his forties. Descendants of gods and demons always age slowly.

Yin Lenghui said: "You only need to do your best to inspire and maintain one thing, the left-behind master, and leave the rest to me."

"Okay." Zuo Hanfeng is not a sloppy person.

Yin Lenghui stretched out his left hand, steaming with black air, holding a gray-white puppet with many strange patterns engraved on it: "My lord, I fought with the opponent's leader in the air before. Although I failed to capture him, he escaped, but But he hid a trace of his 'breath' and sealed it in this 'witchcraft doll'. With this, as long as he is still in Daning City, he can be found in the dark and his soul can be locked. , so that he can no longer hide! "

When he besieged Du Huaishang, his strength was slightly inferior and he failed to pull off the "needful breath".

"There is such witchcraft!" Jiang Shenghong, who was equally strong in strength and realm, could not help but show surprise.

Meng Qi lowered his eyelids and looked at the tip of his nose. He never thought that Yin Lenghui's method was so weird!

I have always been cautious, feeling that I didn't leave any "clues" for the use of witchcraft. Who knew that Yin Lenghui had "stealed" a ray of his "breath" without anyone noticing!

Is it the breath? What Yin Lenghui said seems to be untrue...

But now is not the time to consider these issues. If Yin Lenghui's witchcraft works, I'm afraid I can't escape!

Think of a way to leave the hall first. When you are outside, you will have more room to maneuver.

But if it is too abrupt, with the previous preparation, anyone will doubt you!

The immortal rope is located in Meng Qi's mustard ring. Because he has to face the outside scene directly, if he is exposed, there is still a glimmer of hope with this secret treasure, so Meng Qi regards this as a last resort and is eager to think of other ways.

Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and Meng Qi's heart was like boiling water, and he couldn't calm down completely.

What should I do?

What should I do?

"Master, you just need to hold the witchcraft puppet, activate it, and keep the light." Yin Lenghui explained in detail.

Zuo Hanfeng took the puppet and examined it sharply. After confirming that there was no threat to him, he nodded gently and agreed.

Always stay calm when facing a big event. Meng Qi's breathing became slower and slower. He eliminated many distracting thoughts and only had a few thoughts left:

Using the puppet as a medium, attacking from afar, the strength must be greatly reduced, otherwise Yin Lenghui would dare to do it himself...

And the means must involve the soul and spirit...

If so, I will reverse the "Heaven-Changing and Earth-Strike Method" to lead their spirits to "peek" into my "mind", simulate profound and mysterious things in it, scare them, and then fight back!

In this way, there may be a chance!

If it fails, I will immediately attack, first use the immortal rope to fix Zuo Hanfeng, then forcefully break through, and make a big noise to let Zhiwei and others know that things have changed...

What profound and mysterious things should I simulate? Thinking of this, many unpredictable descriptions of past and present lives flashed in Meng Qi's mind.

Under the expectant and curious eyes, Zuo Hanfeng held the witchcraft puppet, probed into the spirit, and stimulated it.

On its gray skin, strange patterns lit up one by one, like shackles, emitting a dark and deep light.

Yin Lenghui's temperament changed from cold to deep, as if he was an evil ghost from the bottom of the underworld, or a demon who was good at playing with people's hearts. His eyes flickered like two sharp swords, slowly falling on the puppet.

Zuo Yiqian looked at her with fear and curiosity, clutching the corners of her mother's clothes with both hands, her joints protruding and bloodless.

Meng Qi looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and his appearance was completely different from his inside.

With the help of the witchcraft puppet, Yin Lenghui suddenly had a subtle illusion that his soul was out of his body. The surrounding scene changed, with mountains and water, and beautiful scenery.

Sure enough, there was something abnormal, but fortunately he asked the people who stayed behind to help! Yin Lenghui snorted, closed his eyes and sensed the other party, and finally caught the connected breath.

Relying on Zuo Hanfeng's power, he took Zuo Hanfeng's "eyes" and flew higher and higher, trying to break through the other party's mental illusion and find the location of the soul.

The mountains and rivers became smaller and smaller, and the clouds and mist gradually lingered. Yin Lenghui did not stop at all, and followed the induction in the dark and continued to rise.

The ground beneath his feet turned into a towering sphere, covered by white fog. Yin Lenghui was slightly stunned. Could it be that from a high altitude, the world we live in looks like this?

He looked around and felt dark and cold, with no end in sight. Countless spheres were floating up and down, many of which were suns emitting scorching heat.

So many stars, so many suns, so many worlds... Yin Lenghui was slightly stunned, and forced himself to suppress his desire to explore and raise his soul again.

His thoughts became higher and higher. After an unknown period of time, he saw invisible and transparent crystal walls covering what he had seen before, and they separated one "universe" after another.

Yes, at this moment, Yin Lenghui suddenly knew what he had seen before.

Universe!

Up, down, left, right, and right are the universe, and the past and present are the universe!

So many universes... Zuo Hanfeng's light exclamation sounded in his ears.

Suddenly, he felt that time was flowing backwards, the stars dissipated, the sun shrank, and many universes were collapsing towards a certain point.

As if experiencing a time-traveling inn, Yin Lenghui and Zuo Hanfeng saw the universes return to earth, fire, wind and water, gather into yin and yang, shrink into Tai Chi, and turn into chaos!

The chaos of many universes intertwined, dark, and quickly condensed into a "point" that cannot be described in words.

It has no time sequence, no space up and down, it is the beginning of all things, and the end of everything, contains countless universes, and is the beginning of all causes and effects.

Here, you can't ask what its predecessor is, because there is no concept of "before".

It is so magical that people can't understand it!

Yin Lenghui and Zuo Hanfeng were stunned and couldn't believe their feelings. The body transformed by the spirit suddenly trembled.

At this moment, they saw a Taoist sitting in that "point", regardless of age or color.

"Your Excellency is..." Yin Lenghui said blankly.

The Taoist opened his eyes, and the feeling of vicissitudes and distance was pervasive, and his voice was grand and waveless:

"I am the poor Taoist Yuanshi."

Boom!

Yuanshi opened his eyes, and the world was opened up!

Yin Lenghui and Zuo Hanfeng's souls seemed to ring with a bell, and their spirits were greatly shaken. What they had seen before was added to their bodies, making them unable to bear it any longer, and they withdrew from the mysterious connection at the same time.

Crack, the witchcraft doll in Zuo Hanfeng's hand broke into pieces.

Yin Lenghui took a few steps back, blood spurted from his nose, and his eyes were shocked and stunned.

Is this the enemy I want to pursue?