I am rich in the fairy world

Although it’s not a ghost, that... dried corpse on the ground is really scary, okay?

Hu Qing turned his head away and said, "Hurry up and clean it up."

Shui Xin said: "You must respect the dead."

He grabbed the fire with both hands and burned it slowly. There was no smell of burning protein. If there was any, Hu Qing would have vomited it out.

"Okay, come and see."

Hu Qing turned around and saw a golden glow. He was surprised: "So it's a golden body. It has become a golden body - where did the soul go?"

With her hand on the Ghost Gate, she was sure that there were only corpses in front of her at such a close distance.

"No one wants it, right? If no one wants it, give it to me and I'll make a weapon."

Shui Xin was speechless, she turned around and glared at her: "You should at least show some respect to a Buddha who has cultivated a golden body."

Hu Qing: "But he doesn't even want the skin anymore, so I'll make a Buddha treasure for you."

Shui Xin was actually moved.

The golden body that revealed its true appearance was much more beautiful than its terrifying black appearance just now. Shui Xin supported it and chanted the sutras silently. Hu Qing, an uncouth and unrefined man, touched it directly. When his fingers touched the skull of the golden body, his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly retreated, pulling Shui Xin.

"He's not dead yet."

Shui Xin was shocked: "Impossible."

Hu Qing: "Trust me. His soul is here. If I guess correctly, it should be the spirit of the weapon."

Please trust the judgment of a weapon refining master with the Three Emperors' Seals on his body. The moment she touched it, the mysterious feeling made her understand everything immediately.

She immediately took action and trapped the golden body inside and outside. With sharp eyes, she looked around, and what she saw with her naked eyes and spiritual sense was a small secret room, but Hu Qing knew it was an illusion.

"Illusion." She uttered two words.

Shui Xin quickly made hand gestures, and purple-red lightning mixed with flames attacked all around. Scriptures were recited from his mouth and turned into a golden dragon that blasted out.

With a shattering sound, the illusion was shattered, revealing the true appearance.

This time Hu Qing really vomited.

There were mountains of corpses and a sea of ​​bones, and the stench was overwhelming. Under her feet was a rotting corpse, and what she was stepping on was actually a belly, with intestines and internal organs flowing out, which was green. The green rotten water soaked a layer of her shoe soles... Ugh.

Shui Xin's calm voice came: "It's still an illusion, don't move."

Hu Qing closed her eyes. What a high-end wall painting. Even she was fooled by this illusion. When she opened her eyes again, flames flickered in her eyes. The horrible scene in front of her was like the water receding. The ground was still covered with bones, but it was much cleaner, without corpses and rotten meat. A tall figure stood in front of the water not far away. They were confronting each other.

Hu Qing remained calm and waited for Shui Xin to defeat the weapon spirit.

Before she had to wait long, Shui Xin broke through the second layer of illusion and came face to face with the weapon spirit. He rolled up his sleeves and went to fight. The weapon spirit didn't seem to expect a Buddhist disciple to fight him in a physical fight, so he quickly added a layer of Buddha's light to protect himself, but Shui Xin also had Buddha's light, which was stronger than his. In the end, the weapon spirit was beaten to the ground, and Shui Xin remained calm.

Said to Hu Qing: "He is only good at creating illusions."

Hu Qing had been observing the whole process and said, "This weapon spirit is a master of illusions, and the demon Buddha that merged into it is very capable. It was only because of our friendship and personal grudges that the weapon spirit was restrained, allowing you to succeed so quickly."

Shui Xin was surprised: "You can see so much?"

Hu Qing: "If you were a weapon master, you would be able to see it. The two faces in front and back, one is evil and cunning, and the other is angry and saves all living beings. At first glance, it is the fusion of two spirits. I can see the traces of their fusion and signs of fighting. I don't know who wants to devour who, who wins and who loses."

The weapon spirit pieced together more than just two faces. Both sides were very surprised when they heard Hu Qing's words. They got up from the ground and suddenly pulled off their wide robes to reveal the entangled bodies inside... one plus one is less than two.

It was obvious that two bodies had merged into one, with one arm being noticeably thicker and the other older. The fingers of the thicker arm were very long, with callouses on the joints. The fingers of the older arm were rough, with callouses on the palms.

Hu Qing said to the spirit of the weapon: "Are you a painter? Is the mural outside your work?"

The feminine face on the weapon spirit's head was grinning grimly.

Hu Qing said disdainfully: "Stupid X." Qi Ling: "."

Shui Xin said to the other face: "Can I help you, Master?"

The majestic Buddha's face was calm but also looked angry: "Kill the weapon spirit."

"Grandmaster--"

"I have long been one with him. Killing him has been my long-cherished wish."

At this time, the feminine face laughed: "Wanquan, you used me to kill so many people, now you are killing me and you don't even want your own life anymore?"

In one sentence, Hu Qing was certain that the intelligence of this spirit was not high.

Wan Quan said calmly: "I wanted to save you and make you a Buddha, but you turned into a demon. Now, I will save you one last time."

Feminine face: "I enter Taoism through painting. Immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas all come to life in my paintings. If you kill me, all the spirits and monsters in the paintings will die because of you. Are you willing to do that? You should know that there are also your fellow apprentices, your fellow disciples and your good friends in them."

Wanquan: "Eliminate your obsession, and everything will disappear. I hope you two will help me."

Hu Qing waved his hand: "Go quickly, don't let them say anything."

She didn't want to hear about any love-hate stories of strangers. After hearing the story of the Ghost Emperor once, she had a demon in her heart. If she heard the story of the Demon Buddha and the Painter again, she didn't know what kind of trouble she would get into.

She even stepped back, the bones under her feet creaking. She took a look and thought, "Oh, it's been too long. It's useless. It can't be refined into a useful tool."

Shui Xin was quite helpless. He had no choice but to take on the task entrusted by his senior. Besides, he also disliked the spirit of the weapon. The evil power it possessed was so deep, so he was going to bring retribution.

During the fight, he shouted to Hu Qing: "Don't just sit there, send him to hell."

Hu Qing was confused: "He is a spirit of an artifact, so he can't be considered a ghost. I don't know if Youming will accept him."

Shui Xin: "Try it, at least I can help you make some money."

Hu Qing muttered: "For your sake."

The feminine face was attacked from both sides, and she had to deal with Shui Xin's attack while fighting the Demon Buddha who was holding her back.

He scolded him: "You and I are one. What good will it do you if I die? I let you brothers live well in the painted wall, and this is how you repay me?"

Said Shui Xin: "Open the Ghost Gate? What a big mouth. My painted wall world is out of the way of heaven and beyond yin and yang. Even the Hades himself can't find it--"

He didn't utter the last word, but stared with wide eyes in horror at the black hole that suddenly appeared on the hand of the man behind him.

The pitch-black entrance of the cave was one foot square, and the deep aura emanating from it clearly belonged to the underworld.

This is impossible!

Hu Qing: "Put it in, put it in."

Shui Xin: "So small? Make it bigger and let the ghost gate suck him in."

Hu Qing: "Hey, hurry up, I can't hold on any longer."

As he spoke, the black hole on his hand gradually became smaller, and then it disappeared.

This place really obscures the way of heaven and avoids the underworld.

The feminine face laughed loudly: "In this world of painted walls, I am God. God says no one can enter."

Hu Qing looked at him like a fool. No one can come in? Am I not standing here alive?

"You are all my food. Stay in the Painted Wall World forever and become my monsters. Hahahaha——"

Hu Qing threw a punch and said, "Fuck you! You ugly bastard! I will personally send you to hell!" (End of this chapter)