final catastrophe

Chapter 113 64. Allure (please recommend, please collect)
The hole is not deep, Xia Ji jumped down softly.

The probe grabbed the thin chain on the red coffin, and suddenly frowned slightly, because there were hidden tadpole characters swimming on the iron chain, which seemed to be Sanskrit.

Is this the chanting seal of the Buddha's pulse?
The eminent monk who has attained the Tao makes a great oath, with the meaning of "I will go to hell", breaks Yangshou, recites the mantra of rebirth, turns it into golden Buddha light, and stops on the chain as a seal.

But at this time, hundreds of chains were climbing on the red coffin, probably it was a murderous thing that was suppressed by many Buddhist monks who chanted mantras.

Although these chains are still golden, they are somewhat dim.

Xia Ji naturally understood that the coffin had been opened a long time ago, but the time was short and the ominous thing in the coffin hadn't fully woken up yet, so the catastrophe was avoided.

He tore off the chain casually, pushed open the coffin, and saw the ancient painting in the coffin.

Gently pull the small half apart, just revealing the narrowed eyes of the person in the painting.

As if encountering the breath of a stranger, the pupils suddenly opened again, looking extremely scary.

Xia Ji was overjoyed, fortunately he pulled the scroll to the end, and then in the narrow cave, he came face to face with the beauties in the painting.

The thin singing voice came from nowhere, echoing ethereally, like a peerless beauty standing in the snow and stretching her voice.

Xia Ji saw the eyebrows of the beauty on the painting twitch, he blinked, and even stretched out his hand to tease her.

His way of teasing was very simple, he stretched out his hand and flicked the beauty's eyelids.

brush!
As if being violated, the pupils on the painting suddenly opened.

A weird and creepy aura spread out.

The secret incense outside the cave was also extinguished, the curtain was tightly pressed against the window, and the door that Ren Qingying opened closed with a bang.

In just an instant, the room became a secret room.

Can't get in, can't get out.

Xia Ji suddenly felt terrified.

It's not that she's afraid, but that the beauty in this painting is really considerate. Just as she wanted to do something, she closed the door directly, very cooperative.

It's a pity that it is still young, otherwise it would be eaten directly.

Looking down at the scroll again, there is no such beautiful woman in the painting, it is clearly a terrifying evil ghost with pus on his face, hatred, and tearing pupils!
Xia Ji didn't panic, and let it play its role.

In the deep well, watching it crawl out of the painting with disheveled hair, pinch its pale hand around his neck full of resentment, and cold streams flow down its hand from the skin.

Xia Ji was a little excited, in his opinion, this is a date.

The evil spirit in front of him seemed to him to be a little toddler girl, or at the level of a lolita, far from being old enough to enjoy it.

Therefore, he decided to communicate in Og language. This Og language is the language that all kinds of evil spirits such as the White Og Era and Havoc are proficient in.

The catastrophe originally didn't need language, but since they were tortured by themselves and couldn't survive, they compiled a set of complicated and lengthy words that mortals would go crazy when they saw it, but non-races absolutely couldn't see it clearly, and even couldn't remember it when they saw it. Language, in order to warn each other, against his existence.

However, within tens of thousands of years, he also learned it secretly.

And in this way, he deceived a lot of catastrophes and passed countless false news.
Later, this ominous language was simply abolished.

Xia Ji was deeply bored by this, so he did a strange thing, that is, wrote "schedule stickers" in bad script before setting off, and then posted them in the depths of certain forbidden places.

The content is simple, nothing more than where you are going to go.

In this way, the characters that were originally abandoned were picked up by these strange beings and continued to be studied and used, so that the characters finally became the main language of the catastrophe.

The Og text was created by the catastrophe, and it was modified by Xia Ji, and after countless years of changes, it is no longer a text that ordinary people can imagine.

Except for a few simple words that have not been "polluted", almost every other word has some imprint of existence and has become a taboo among taboos.

For example, the most commonly used evil text expressing the meaning of "I" was taken over by the evil thing in the forbidden book, the demon swinging red formula. If it touches it, it will be peeped at. If it is sleeping, then it will be fine.

This peek is one-way and irreversible.And it is the only one. Once it is occupied, it cannot be changed like a law. If it is changed by force, the word will be destroyed forever.

If a word is destroyed, it cannot be written or spoken.

Of course, this is just the tip of the iceberg of the complexity and weirdness of the bad text. If it is spread out, it is really difficult to exhaust.

The formation of characters is also one of the main reasons for the formation of Xia Ji's aura of "eight directions retreating" in the later period.

Xia Ji uttered a series of strange and strange voices directly, and said in the bad words he had occupied: "Seam words."

These two words will not disturb any existence, nor will they remind them that they are back, because these are the two words that I snatched with my sharp eyes and quick hands at the beginning, and these are my own words.

The evil spirit in the painting was obviously stunned, and stopped the "choke neck" movement, not to mention that it couldn't pinch it no matter how hard it was just now, it was really weird.

"Sewing words."

Xia Ji said it again in bad words, and then he said quickly in normal language: "Be good, now you can't use bad words to wake up any existence, so please be good, otherwise, I will eat you. "

The evil spirit was completely stunned.

What the hell is this humanoid creature in front of Nima?

I was clearly still asleep, but I was woken up roughly without even brushing my teeth
It has not existed for a long time, far less than tens of millions of years, but I have also heard of the ultimate horror that occupies the word "seam words" in the bad text, then this is what every catastrophe will read when he was young to the horror "fairy tale".

Og is his known name, and this weird and mysterious text is also named after him.

It is rumored that once he spits out the word "seam words", the target will no longer be able to use bad words.

And this one in front of me.
The evil spirit wants to cry.

The next moment, the strange atmosphere dissipated immediately, there was no scary ghost in front of Xia Ji, only a painting in his hand, on the scroll, the stunning beauty who was overwhelmed by the country, said tearfully: "My lord, spare me."

"Well, it's better to be so well-behaved." Xia Ji reached into the painting and touched her head. At this moment, he had already confirmed that it was a strange painting in front of him.

In addition to creating forbidden areas, catastrophe still has its own characteristics.

For example, the forbidden book is good at creating forbidden soldiers with every page, absorbing strength from the life, hatred, and killing of the forbidden soldiers, and grows, and then reaches the peak, and then completely merges with the destined robber.

And Guihua is good at grievances based on the content of its paintings. This kind of grievance requires eye contact in the early stage, but in the middle and late stages, as long as it enters the range, it will be affected.

If the forbidden book is compared to a cruel and brutal executioner, then the ghost painting is a demon who is good at strange arts.

"Look at your vixen appearance, you must be able to arouse lust and desire?" Xia Ji guessed.

"I'm not such a vulgar vixen," argues the man in the painting.

"Okay, okay." Xia Ji interrupted her, pondered for a while, and showed a strange smile, "You do something for me."

(End of this chapter)