Ask the Mirror Chapter 2: Gods Hate, Ghosts Hate, Witches and Spirits Jungle (Part 2)

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God hates!

Hearing this name, Fan Qing's heart suddenly tugged, and a shiver ran down from the top of his head and instantly ran through his body.

The name of being hated by gods and ghosts is really so full of bad deeds and fierce flames that it is difficult to write down. One of them, Guiyan, had gained some kind of fortune ten years ago and had cultivated the secret skills of the Nine Treasures of the Netherworld to the realm of Six Desires and Heavenly Demons. He was rampant in the Southern Kingdom and no one could control him. It is said that he died during the great changes in Donghua Mountain.

Before that, the name of God's hatred was higher than that of ghost's disgust.

Se Yun is proficient in the Five Yun Yin Demon Technique, and is best at turning Taoist female cultivators into Yin Demons. Back then, there was a man named Nan Songzi who obtained the fragmentary copy of the "Five Yun Yin Demon Sutra" and was able to travel on both sides of the Cangjiang River. Mixed with names, the color aggregate will only be ten times stronger. Of course, the number of people killed for practicing magic will be ten times or a hundred times more.

It was really difficult for the female cultivator who fell into Se Yun's hands to die, and Fan Qing couldn't help but be afraid of her.

Se Yun completely grasped Fan Qing's psychological changes, laughed leisurely, and then knelt down side by side, slowly turning Fan Qing's prone body over, letting her rest on his knees, her head slightly bowed. , his charming and bright eyes met her eyes that were wide open due to fear.

Because of the imprisoning technique of Se Yun, Fan Qing couldn't see the other person's face clearly at all. Only those eyes occupied his entire mind. He only felt that there was a heavy smoke screen and the color was bright red, just like a bright red gauze curtain. It seems like a bright moon is rising and breaking through the layers.

This is a kind of pupil technique that Se Yun is good at. Being illuminated by this pair of eyes, Fan Qing has no strength at all and his mind is dim. Those "red gauze curtains" really symbolize Fan Clearing my mind, it is reflected in my demonic eyes. Under the clear breeze and bright moon, it flew and rolled, and the magic light penetrated straight into the heart, embedding magic patterns on the soul.

At this point, Fan Qing's little strength of struggle has completely dissipated. His eyes are still open, but they are empty and directionless, as if he has lost his soul.

Se Yun smiled slightly, leaned down, her rose-colored lips connected with Fan Qing's lips and teeth, opened his teeth, and rolled a pill that had been under the tongue for a long time. At the same time, she held the hand on the back of Fan Qing's neck and injected a steady stream of demonic energy, which only rolled around the female cultivator's internal organs.

Although Fan Qing lost consciousness, he still had instinctive reactions. Se Yun's hand caused her great pain, her brows furrowed, her body curled up, her body trembled, and a layer of sweat instantly overflowed.

Above the Huandan realm, there is no natural need to perspire. When this happens, it is a stress response to injury. All that flows out is vitality. Sweating once is almost equal to an injury, making her body increasingly weak. , and in the sweat flowing out, there is a very light fragrance, which evaporates and blends with the smell of this jungle.

After doing all this, Seyun's face was a little flushed, his breath was erratic, and he had consumed a lot of energy. She didn't rest. She stretched her finger between Fan Qing's eyebrows and tapped into a secret soul-control technique in the Five Yun Yin Demon Sutra. Only then was she satisfied, and patted Fan Qing's waist and hips to let her get up.

Fan Qing stretched himself out and stood up slowly. His movements were a little stiff at first, but soon returned to normal. His eyes were focused again, but he was very silent. Then he walked forward, heading towards the direction where the vitality was turbulent deep in the jungle.

"Sect Leader Gu is so slow this time, Senior Sheng is even slower than him."

Dozens of miles away, Lingjiao had sheathed his sword and directed the monks to deal with various matters after capturing the bandit's nest. But she was distracted and was really not very good at dealing with the aftermath. There were too many wounded people here. The monks who were taken captive were all seriously injured. There were only seven of them here and she really couldn't take care of them, so she treated Sheng , Gu two people are quite complaining.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt something in her heart, and saw a figure floating in the jungle.

"Hey, why are Senior Sister Fan here?" Lingjiao had long been impatient with the chores at hand, and immediately found an excuse, "There might be something over there, I'll go take a look."

The other monks were so busy that they had no time to pay attention to her.

Lingjiao flew over and said hello from a distance. She and Fan Qing have been friends for seven or eight years and have a very good relationship. She was the one who invited Fan Qing to join the patrol team. But this time, Fan Qing seemed to be in a bad mood and did not respond immediately.

Looking back, there was no sign of Gu Zhi. Lingjiao felt a little strange: Could there really be something going on over there...

Without finishing her thought, the long sword on her back rang out.

In an instant, the smile on Lingjiao's face disappeared, his figure stopped suddenly, and at the same time he shouted: "Senior Sister Fan, stop!"

Fan Qing had no intention of stopping at all. On the contrary, his speed continued to increase, and he rushed towards her. Halfway through, he drew his sword, and the sword energy whistled, locking on her, fierce, fierce and merciless.

Ling Jiao's curved eyebrows wrinkled, and the long sword behind his back turned into a bright light, rising into the sky, the sword energy hissing, hitting the tip of Fan Qing's sword. The latter came with ferocious force, but in fact, his spirit and energy were scattered, and he was just an empty frame, so he could not defeat him. The sword fell out of his hand, and he fell away, hit a tree, and then collapsed.

The flying sword was sheathed silently. Lingjiao took a few steps forward, became cautious again, and cautiously came to Fan Qing. His Qi was the first step to penetrate. He saw that the female cultivator was in a daze, and the Qi and blood in her body were rising and falling in disorder, so that A thin layer of sweat broke out in an instant, and he was extremely weak, no longer able to move.

Ling Jiao's eyes were sharp, and he pierced deep into the jungle in the direction Fan Qing came from. Lun Jianxuan's unique soul-searching secret technique was like invisible sword light, flying around and heading hundreds of miles away, but Nothing was found.

Gu Zhi, as well as the traumatized female cultivator who was rescued, disappeared.

"Sect Master Gu is the backbone of Buyun Society. He was temporarily invited by the team. The suspicion is very small. Only the female cultivator..."

Just as I was thinking about it, there was another muffled sound next to me. I turned around and saw a slender monk being knocked down from the sky. I didn’t know how many bones were broken. He had already fallen into a coma. It was the Flying Centipede. . Sheng Tong arrived shortly after, and when he saw Fan Qing's appearance, he frowned:

"What's going on?"

Lingjiao told the story of the previous incident, and at the same time, Shengtong also spread out his divine sense. He was a dignified and immortal person with a thousand-mile range within his control, but he shook his head afterwards:

"No clues at all. Hey, let me check on Deacon Fan."

As he said that, he also went to feel Fan Qing's pulse. After feeling for a moment, he said, "Come and see."

Lingjiao stepped forward as he was told, and as soon as he saw Fan Qing's face, he saw the female cultivator's eyes suddenly opened, and two full moons were rising in them, pulling her mind and making it difficult to extricate herself.

Astonished, Ling Jiao's sword of wisdom cut away the illusion in his heart, and he instinctively retreated. At the same time, layers of glow appeared outside his body, stacking up thousands of layers.

“The Danxia robe is truly worthy of its reputation!”

Amid Sheng Tong's admiration, a heavy punch struck her waist like a poisonous dragon out of water. Thousands of layers of rays of light twisted and shattered, followed by thousands more, and then the top of her head. There was a thunderbolt, and the heavy hammer magic weapon that Sheng Tong had not used during the battle with the Flying Centipede crashed down, hitting the east and west, and instantly knocked down the top door.