A hundred years of cultivating immortals, I'm dying, and Goldfinger came here

Chapter 56 The art of painting skin

After hearing Nangong Baizhan's words, everyone's expressions couldn't help but change slightly.

Everyone knows that once you go to the heart-asking platform, you can no longer control your thoughts.

As long as the other party asks something, I will answer it.

If Nangong Baizhan wanted to peek into the secrets of everyone present, it would be really difficult for everyone present to resist.

As if he saw the concerns in the hearts of everyone present, Nangong Baizhan couldn't help but said in a deep voice again:

"Here I can assure you that this time when you go to the Xinxin Platform, I will only ask whether you have any collusion with the demon cultivators. Other than that, I will never ask any more questions."

After hearing Nangong Baizhan's promise, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

As one of the three golden elixir masters of the Qianyang Sect, Nangong Baizhan's promise is obviously very credible.

Not long after he finished speaking, a monk from the Qianyang Sect took the initiative to walk up to the heart-asking platform.

Nangong Baizhan immediately asked.

"Are you a demon cultivator? Have you colluded with that demon cultivator?"

The monk from Qian Yang Sect immediately shook his head.

"I am not a demon cultivator, and I have no collusion with that demon cultivator."

After saying that, Nangong Baizhan asked him to step off the platform.

Seeing this, everyone who was still worried at first was finally relieved.

So, everyone came on stage one after another.

Shen Yuanlong and a group of Shen family monks also walked down from the heart-asking platform one after another.

But Shen Yuanlong always remembered the reminder that his sister Shen Mengxue gave him.

So after he led a group of Shen family members down the platform, they immediately walked far to the back.

However, there are some family and sect monks who want to please Nangong Baizhan. They are still surrounding Nangong Baizhan at this moment, and they are constantly complimenting him, which actually makes Nangong Baizhan's originally serious face appear. A faint smile.

But at this time, several foundation-building monks who came down from the Heart-Questioning Platform suddenly came to Nangong Baizhan and the others.

Several Masters of the Zi Mansion surrounding Nangong Baizhan frowned and asked the foundation-building monks of their own:

"What's the matter with you?"

Several foundation-building monks looked at each other and said nothing, but continued to approach them.

A hint of displeasure suddenly appeared in the eyes of several Master Zi Mansion.

However, Nangong Baizhan, who was in the center of them, instinctively sensed something was wrong, and his expression suddenly changed.

"No! Everyone, get out of the way!"

boom!

At this moment, a huge explosion suddenly shot into the sky.

The shock wave carrying endless demonic energy and evil spirit instantly swept through everyone nearby.

Xu Hairen, the ancestor of Liuyun Sect who had not recovered from his previous injury, was suddenly torn to pieces by the terrifying shock wave.

Unfortunately, he had escaped before, but in the face of this sudden danger, he still couldn't hold on and fell on the spot.

Besides him, the conditions of the other Master Zifu here are not very good either.

Although they used their own defensive methods afterwards, their reaction was ultimately a bit slow, and several people still suffered extremely serious injuries.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, three or four black beads, filled with strong demonic and evil aura, flew towards them rapidly.

"It's the Demonic Bead!"

The expressions of the few surviving Masters of the Zi Mansion suddenly changed.

At this moment, they had already recognized what it was that had just severely injured them. It was the third-level disposable item that could threaten the life of Master Zi Mansion, the Demonic Bead!

Now three or four more come at once.

If they are bombed again, there is no doubt that the remaining ones, even if they do not die, will definitely be on the verge of death, and their future path will be completely cut off.

"It's you! Phantom Demon Xie Feiyang! It's you who controlled them!"

Nangong Baizhan's angry shouting suddenly came from the air.

Immediately afterwards, a spear filled with powerful magic power suddenly clicked on the three or four pitch-black Demonic Beads, and immediately annihilated the three or four Demonic Beads in mid-air.

It can be seen how strong Nangong Baizhan, who is the Jindan Master, is.

At this moment, his eyes were burning with angry flames, and he looked like the God of War who had returned from ancient times. His eyes were fixed on an unattractive monk in the Qi Refining Stage among the crowd.

Then a strange smile suddenly appeared on the face of the monk in the Qi Refining Stage.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body shrank instantly as if a candle melted, and finally turned into a puddle of greasy yellow-brown human skin, which fell quietly to the ground.

"It's the magic method of painting skin!"

Some people recognized this strange spell, and their faces couldn't help showing a look of horror.

Legend has it that as long as this spell can find a suitable carrier, it can place a trace of its own god on it, and it can have about [-]% of the strength of the original body.

However, practicing this method also has a huge drawback, that is, you have to turn your own flesh and blood and bones into a human skin, completely turning into a monster that is neither human nor ghost.

In addition, monks who practice this evil method need a large number of living human skins as sacrifices every day.

In secular terms, it means changing clothes.

It's just that normal people change clothes, but people who practice the art of skin painting change live human skin.

"Jie Jie Jie...

Nangong Xiaoer, now this is just a warning from me to you Qian Yang Sect. Guess, if you still dare to continue, whose body will my next human skin be replaced with? "

Suddenly a cold and evil voice came from the air.

With endless viciousness and gloom.

Everyone's faces couldn't help but show deep panic.

Including those people from the Purple Mansion who were present.

Obviously, all of them knew that this phantom demon Xie Feiyang was the weirdest and most troublesome one among the many golden elixir demon cultivators.

His painting skills have reached an extremely advanced level, and even if several Jindan masters join forces, they may not be sure that they can really defeat him.

What's more, his true identity is always hidden behind the unknown.

What appears in front of everyone is often just his painting.

"you wanna die!"

The spear in Nangong Baizhan's hand suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light.

With a bang, the yellow-brown human skin that fell to the ground was instantly reduced to dust.

Immediately afterwards, his entire body disappeared on the spot.

After a long time, everyone looked up in shock.

In the air at an unknown height, a mushroom cloud-like light suddenly burst out.

Like a shock wave, it swept across tens of thousands of miles of void in an instant.

It wasn't until after a stick of incense that Nangong Baizhan returned to the crowd with the magic weapon spear in hand.

But at this time, everyone noticed that there was a big hole penetrating from front to back in Nangong Baizhan's chest.

The flesh and blood inside was squirming, slowly pushing out traces of black air with a shrill howl.

Almost a few hours later.

Nangong Baizhan's chest returned to normal.

He glanced at everyone present with cold eyes, and then said coldly:

"Everyone, continue to work with me to eliminate all demons.

But if found, shoot without mercy! "

"Yes!"

Everyone's heart was filled with fear.

Not daring to neglect, they immediately bowed and took orders.

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