I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 201 Painted Skin Demonic Mirror
Chen Zhengqing floated in front of Song Boyu, bowed respectfully and said:

"My lord, this is the most real thing!

What are your merits and luck, and what are their merits and luck?
How can we say the same thing? It should be noted that heaven and earth will use the same force to transport heroes without freedom!

Compared with them, you are a person of great merit and great luck. If your luck is competing, they will naturally have bad luck one after another, but you will naturally have long blessings. This is the law of nature! "

The other three spirit gods couldn't help but nod in agreement. It was so smooth and inexplicable that they won.

This Chen Daorong did exactly what the Lord wanted. He was seriously injured and fell into a coma. The evil cultivator was easily captured, which made them feel that the Lord was the chosen one.

Song Boyu was praised a few times and felt a little elated. Fortunately, he knew that he could not rely on such mysterious merits and luck, so he said seriously:

"This kind of extraneous reason cannot be relied upon. Don't mention it again in the future. Which of you is good at torture? I want to know all the details about this guy and the ins and outs of the matter!"

As soon as Song Boyu said this, the four spirit gods were all gearing up, very excited.

Chen Zhengqing claimed that he had been pretending to be a god for many years and had too many little tricks at his disposal; Zeng Kerou said that wealthy families were especially good at this, and she happened to know everything; Ming Yangzong laughed and said that what he was best at was beating people up; Although Song Tong didn't speak, the cold wind of Yin Dao and the white teeth proved everything.

Seeing this battle, the white-faced young Xiexiu didn't have any backbone at all. He immediately chrysalis on the ground and said loudly: "Why is this so, why is this so. I said it, I said everything!"

Zila, the rope of Yin Thunder was entangled and directly blocked the mouth of the white-faced young evil cultivator. Chen Zhengqing said sternly: "You guy, with red lips and white teeth, and a pair of peach blossom eyes, you look like a habitual deceiver." If I don’t give you some color for your stuff, you won’t treat us spiritual gods as human beings!”

"That Mr. Chen, we are not human in the first place." Song Tong found a stone from somewhere and kept sharpening the knife. The spiritual shavings fell on the white-faced evil cultivator, making him stun even more.

"It's not important. What's important is that we have to torture him!" Zeng Kerou changed her usual gentle look, her long hair was flying, and the eight figures smiled ferociously, which was a little penetrating.

"To the extreme, to the extreme. Give him a killing stick first, let him know what it means to respect Mr. Ford!" Ming Yangzong turned the Xuanhua ax in his hand into a wolf-toothed killing stick, and directly "bang bang bang" "Bang" hit.

Song Boyu looked at everything in front of him and was a little dumbfounded. For the first time, he doubted whether the person trapped in the door wall was a spiritual god or a group of evil spies?
It seems that evil spirits have turned into spiritual gods. Does this mean it’s a bad deal?
He simply gave up and placed Chen Daorong on the ground, observed his condition, called Chen Zhengqing, and ordered him to treat Chen Daorong and stabilize his injuries first.

Chen Zhengqing was quite reluctant, and stabilized Chen Daorong's injuries with some carelessness, then returned to torture the foursome and continued the mad torture.

Song Boyu didn't want to see how the spiritual gods tortured this evil cultivator. He turned around and stood with his hands behind his back. His eyebrows were bulging and cracked. He shot out a ray of light with his divine jade black-yellow eyes, observing and scanning Yingang Mountain.

In a daze, it seemed as if he saw a tall and majestic man, dressed in military uniform, holding an unopened Wang Jian pointing to the sky.

Affected by this strange scene, Song Boyu's five internal organs and Niwan Palace's nine-flow sword energy of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, thunder, wind, burst out, and came out directly from the body. Nine rainbows of swords of various colors swirled around and became more solid and sharp.

The sealed Jiao Yu Nine Qi Sword swayed violently, and the dragon head at the hilt revived, worshiping in that direction.

The four spirit gods who were torturing the evil cultivator were all shocked. This kind of sword energy was so amazing and contained extremely sharp power.

"Master, Lord?" Chen Zhengqing said tentatively.

In Song Boyu's field of vision, he looked in the direction that Wang Jian was pointing, and saw a huge blood moon in the sky, which gradually turned into blood-red eyeballs, staring at the majestic man with malice, and seemed to glance at Song Boyu by the way. One glance.

boom!
Song Boyu felt as if he had been struck by thunder, his organs shifted, his blood surged, and the picture shattered like glass. He felt a fishy sensation in his throat and swallowed it quickly.

This place is too evil, it is best not to leave blood here.

Song Boyu's face was as golden as paper, and his body was trembling slightly. The nine sword energies that seemed to have been infected by Wang Jian's Pointing Sky also returned to their original position instantly, as if they had become wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Come on, it's weird here, let's leave immediately."

Song Boyu gave the order, and the four spirits took action immediately. Chen Zhengqing used "little skills" to drag away the tortured white-faced young evil cultivator who was in a dilemma of life and death. The other three spirits helped Chen Daorong fly up, and Song Boyu also reluctantly strengthened the Qingfeng Sword Qi. , leave here.

They didn't stop until they reached a remote valley near Daze. Song Boyu finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and then asked Chen Zhengqing to clean it up for him.

Song Boyu sat cross-legged, suspended in mid-air, adjusted his breath, stabilized the energy and blood, and returned the meridians and organs to their proper positions. He slowly opened his eyes and thought to himself: "This Yingang Mountain is really evil. I actually saw someone pointing the king's sword at the sky. With those malicious blood-moon eyes, he is simply evil in the extreme. Grandpa was just an ordinary person at the time, but he was able to come out of that place alive!"

Song Boyu stood in the air and asked the Four Spiritual Gods: "You have tortured me for a long time, but what did you find out?"

The four spirit gods all confessed, and Chen Zhengqing said: "This guy doesn't look like a person with great perseverance, but I didn't expect that he would be so tight-lipped and refuse to say anything no matter what!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The evil cultivator, who was bound by the Yin Thunder Rope, began to struggle, squirm, and whine, as if he wanted to talk.

Seeing that the evil cultivator still had the Yin Thunder Rope on his mouth, Song Boyu couldn't help but laugh and said: "You didn't give him a chance to speak either. Let go of his mouth and torture him again."

As his mouth was released, the white-faced evil cultivator quickly begged: "I admit defeat, I will say anything, don't torture me anymore, don't stimulate my Yinshen anymore, please, I really beg you."

The Four Spirit Gods were a little worried. After being tortured for a long time, they actually forgot the most important thing. It is strange that they are not so unreliable on weekdays. They had lost control for some reason just now. It seemed that the dark side desires in their hearts were amplified.

In the end, Song Boyu finally knew the origin of this evil cultivator. This person was indeed Xiao Han, the son of Xiao Huowang!

After something happened to Xiao Han's father, he was implicated and humiliated, and was assigned as a slave to Xiao Yan, the youngest son of the current head of the family.

Xiao Han couldn't bear it, and after lying dormant for several years, with the help of a mysterious man, he stole the painted-skin demon mirror and some other treasures and escaped.

The mysterious man didn't know who he was. Later, he introduced the ghost-faced brothers Quan Xiangri and Quan Xiangyue to Xiao Han. If Xiao Han helped Quan Xiangri in his actions, he would definitely benefit.

The painted skin demon mirror is very magical. It can store three human skins. You can use it by looking into the mirror. You can also return the peeled human skin to the original person or give it to others.

After using this treasure, every move will be similar to the original owner, and the appearance will be the same, making it almost impossible to see through.

But this kind of forbidden weapon also has a big shortcoming. The longer it is used, the closer it will be to the original owner, and eventually it will fall into self-contradiction, madness or even death.

(End of this chapter)