"How did he do it?" Monk Budu frowned, "The poor monk claims that he has excellent spiritual knowledge, but he didn't notice his trace."

Lou Jiang searched Ying Yuqiao's body, and finally pulled out the blue-black goggles: "The shadow mirror, when activated, can follow us like a shadow. He followed us by this, until when he just entered the water gate, he was caught The formation on the black iron gate was broken, and it was exposed."

"Strange," Banshou said thoughtfully, "his outfit doesn't look like he's stalking on a whim, it looks like..."

"Staring at us from the beginning." Monk Budu said.

"Why are you staring at us?" Lu Jing wondered, "Could it be because we were beaten in the face before, so I held a grudge and tried to secretly attack."

"No." Lou Jiang's face was ugly, "I suspect that he might have known what would happen today."

"This kid knows..." Lu Jing was halfway through speaking, and suddenly realized what Lou Jiang meant, "You mean, his grandfather, why is Yingge always responding?"

Lou Jiang nodded.

Several people looked at each other, and the chill crept across their backs. They remembered that among those who had just sacrificed their natal instruments to resist the thunder, there was also Elder Ying Ge. If Mr. Ying Ge is really an internal responder, when will he be exposed and when will he act?

"You have to inform your pavilion masters quickly!" Lu Jing asked, "Didn't you bring the 'listening god' to deliver the news?"

"I can't pass it on," Lou Jiang spread out his hands, and saw that Lingshen was broken in half in his palm, "It was just destroyed by the traitor Ying Yuqiao."

Lu Jing cursed and punched Ying Yuqiao's gloomy face fiercely. He just intends to vent his anger, and does not intend to kill this traitor now. But Ying Yuqiao suddenly opened his eyes, the whites of his eyes disappeared, leaving only a piece of pure darkness, black mist poured out of him, and rushed towards several people around him like tentacles.

The distance between the four of them and Ying Yuqiao was too close, so close to the change that they were drowned in the black mist before they could react.

Lou Jiang felt that his hand was empty, and Ying Yuqiao broke free with his sword. Vaguely based on the changes in the water flow, it can be detected that Ying Yuqiao seems to have launched an attack on Lu Jing. Lou Jiang tried to stop it, but there seemed to be countless women's mournful cries echoing in his ears, dragging people's sanity into the abyss, and his movements were suddenly slowed down countless times.

It's karma!

Ying Yuqiao turned into evil at this moment!

Lu Jing was probably the only one of the four who was barely conscious, because his wrist bone was tightly grasped by Ying Yuqiao's icy-cold hand, so strong that Lu Jing's entire face was twisted. He had no doubts. My wrist is broken! Ying Yuqiao pulled out the sword that Lou Jiang had stabbed into his stomach and cut it at Lu Jing's throat.

He had to save himself, but when he really faced the karmic obstacles, Lu Jing understood why the people who entered the evil were shouting and beating everyone in the Twelve Continents. It was boundless resentment and malice pouring in, freezing people's marrow and soul together.

Lu Jing had no choice but to wait for death.

Biting cold air erupted in the depths of the pool, and everyone only felt that there were endless evil spirits screaming and rushing out. The water was agitated, and they were slapped against the icy stone wall by the strong impact. But including Lu Jing, the four of them are still alive! They didn't even suffer any real damage except for the blood rush!

what happened?

They looked up at the same time and looked towards the center of the pool.

The culvert is connected to a huge water well rather than a pool, which collects the rainstorm of the whole city. At this moment, the strands of ink clump together and disperse in the well water, as if a drop of thick ink was dropped into the clear water. The source of the ink painting was not Ying Yuqiao. He was nailed to the wall of the well on the other side by a sword, and he was completely dead.

Qiu Bo Deng was quietly suspended in the water.

The long jet-black hair spreads out like seaweed, and the eyelashes like crow feathers are still drooping. The plain white face is like paper and snow, like all lifeless cold colors.

He didn't wake up.

When Lou Jiang hit the stone wall, he figured out where the karma on Ying Yuqiao came from.

Among the insiders, Ying Yuqiao's reputation is actually very bad. In private, he takes pleasure in torturing and killing geisha maids. It is said that the bodies of the women killed by him can pile up into hills. Because the deceased were all lowly mortal women, with the status and power of the old Yingge, no one said anything. Now that think about it, maybe Ying Yuqiao took this into consideration from the very beginning when he chose his target.

Ying Yuqiao's karma was already serious, but compared with Qiu Bodeng, it was still dwarfed.

Qiu Bodeng did not wake up, the Bodhi of the monk Fudu was still locked on his wrist, but it broke through the karma of repression, and Ying Yuqiao was nailed to the stone wall before he could say a word. The gap between the two was More than a thousand miles? If Bodhi is freed, the karma on Qiu Bodeng's body may not be enough to describe the "sea of ​​corpses and blood", right?

I am afraid that it takes the entire continent and the destruction of hundreds of millions of people to accumulate such deep karma.

They are protecting a monster.

A monster with endless sins.

Cold pool to the bone.

Qiu Bodeng's red robe dangled with the water, and slowly unfolded again. The karma overflowed from the edge of the robe to the surrounding, like a blooming extremely evil manzhushahua, and the edge of the beautiful petals was filled with the ink color of sin.At first glance, no one would think that he is a living person who can laugh and scold.

It was a sly ghost.

But what are you doing?

How can there be an evil spirit who instinctively saves people even if he is unconscious?

Chapter 70 The third hour

The water flowed quietly.

Qiu Bodeng's pale face is looming in the red ink and wash, they seem to be facing away from the lonely soul that has been forgotten for thousands of years, and the other party drowned in the depths of history, silent as a phantom.Lu Jing suddenly became frightened, and regardless of his blood and blood, he swam hard towards him.

Four water lines converge.