The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

Chapter 133 Head Torn

Nan Xingyu looked at Nan Lijun in bewilderment: "Grandpa, what on earth is going on?"

Nan Lijun hesitated and said nothing, then sighed deeply.

I thought I could keep this huge secret hidden forever, but in the end, it couldn't be kept secret any longer.

At this moment of daze, the puppets on all sides had surrounded them.

boom--

The scorching flames flew out from Su Muwei's palm. He swept across the sky and slammed his palm towards the puppets.

After several puppets were blown away by this spiritual power, they recovered in an instant.

Nan Xingchen frowned and asked, "What's going on? Are these puppets the palace guards?"

Su Muwei responded: "That's right."

Previously, he could use the Xuanyin Fire to burn these puppets to ashes, but now that his spiritual power has been damaged, the Xuanyin Fire might not be able to burn them to death. This is a bit tricky.

Clang——

boom--

Boom——

In an instant, the sound of fighting filled the hall. These puppets were all mindless walking corpses. If you tried to compete with them in patience, you would surely fail.

Su Muwei spread out his palms and summoned the Mingfengqin. He floated in the air and sat cross-legged. His slender jade-like fingers gently plucked the strings, and the sound of the qin rang out in the hall.

The speed of plucking the strings became faster and faster, and a murderous aura suddenly arose, pouring out from the sound of the piano, and attacked the puppet's sea of ​​consciousness with the momentum of a flying fairy.

The sound of the piano was like a sharp blade, disrupting all the commands in the puppet's sea of ​​consciousness.

All the puppets held their heads and screamed, and everyone stood there in a daze.

Nan Xingchen and the others were not affected by the sound of the piano at all; instead, they found it very pleasant to listen to.

The piano sounds rise and fall, one after another, sometimes gentle, sometimes passionate.

Su Muwei's face was as calm as water, with a faint smile on his lips.

It was as if he was also intoxicated by the sound of his own piano.

The puppet's consciousness gradually recovered a little. He held his splitting headache head and screamed heart-wrenchingly.

“Ahhh, it hurts so much…”

"Don't play it, don't play it..."

These puppets were all guards in the palace. Those with low skills could not bear the sound of the piano and fell to the ground one after another, bleeding from all seven orifices and rolling on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Su Muwei paused with his slender fingers and said indifferently: "Do you still dare to do evil?"

The puppets begged for mercy again: "We won't dare to do it again, we won't dare to do it again..."

"Then I will let you experience what it means to live a life worse than death."

Su Muwei had a faint smile on his lips, his temperament was as gentle as a spring breeze, and the speed at which his fingers plucked the strings was getting faster and faster.

The sound of the piano flowed out from the fingertips, like a Kun swimming in the deep sea, like a Peng flying thousands of miles, and the lingering sound of the piano spread throughout the entire palace.

Ordinary people would enjoy the sound of the piano, but to the ears of those puppets, it sounded like a ferocious beast with bared fangs and claws, which could tear a person's head apart invisibly.

These guards have only been puppets for a short time, and the sound of the piano can help him restore his lost mind and purify the evil in them.

In a moment, the evil nature of the puppets in the palace was purified, and they all knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Just at this moment, several guards who had not yet become puppets attacked.

bang bang bang-

Nan Xingchen gathered spiritual power in his palm and attacked those people with lightning speed. Several guards were blown to the ground.

Nan Xingchen withdrew the spiritual power in his palm and said in a crisp voice: "The new king you supported is dead. Surrender quickly and I will spare your life."

Several guards struggled to stand up and looked into the hall. Chu Mohan was indeed dead.

They immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "We are willing to surrender."

Nan Xingchen pointed at one of the guards and shouted, "Where is King Chu Xun? Lead the way."

She inadvertently caught a glimpse of Chu Mohan's body being obscured by a thick black fog.

It was the monster he swallowed that was causing trouble.

Chu Mohan died, and the monster left his body, wanting to kill everyone present.

Treat it as a tonic to bring yourself back to life.

Nan Xingchen walked to Chu Mohan's side and wanted to use his spiritual sense to check.

The thick black fog entangled Nan Xingchen's consciousness, trying to strangle her on the spot.

More and more black fog gathered around Nan Xingchen, and the air was filled with murderous intent.

The black fog was like an invisible blade, attacking Nan Xingchen.

Nan Xingchen's eyes flashed, and his black pupils glowed with crimson light. Deep in his pupils, it seemed as if a red spider lily was blooming, gorgeous and elegant.

Seeing this, Su Muwei put away his Mingfengqin and shouted angrily, "Are you looking for death?"

The voice was so gloomy to the extreme that it was enough to scare away all demons and monsters.

He waved his palm and red beams of light flew out from his palm. In an instant, they became a hundred times sharper than the black fog, and they dispelled all the layers of black fog violently and domineeringly.

After the black fog dissipated, a green-eyed woman in white clothes could be vaguely seen kneeling on the ground. She screamed in fear: "No, don't kill me, I didn't do anything evil."

She pointed at Chu Mohan's body on the ground and shouted, "It's all his fault. He insisted on cooperating with me..."

boom--

Her words came to an abrupt end as her spiritual body exploded.

A strong evil aura spread all around.

Nan Xingchen's expression froze, he lowered his eyes and looked, the witch had turned into ashes.

Everyone came to their senses.

Nan Xingchen had an idea and looked at Su Muwei: "Let's go to the secret passage to find King Chu Xun."

"Okay." Seeing Nan Xingchen's serious expression, Su Muwei nodded in response.

Nan Lijun hurriedly said, "Xing'er, Grandpa will go with you."

Nan Xingchen wanted to ask King Chu Xun something alone, but was afraid that Nan Lijun would stop him, so he said, "Grandpa, you take Xingyu and Auntie and wait here. Su Muwei and I will go."

Afterwards, the two followed the guards into the secret passage inside the hall. The further they went inside, the more eerie and terrifying the light became.

Nan Xingchen and Su Muwei looked at each other, her eyes darkened and she said, "Why do I feel something is strange?"

Su Muwei sniffed his nose and said with certainty, "There is a faint smell of evil."

The three of them walked a little further inside, and the guard in front pointed to a stone wall and said, "King Xun of Chu is here, go find him."

After saying this, he seemed to be in a state of panic, and with a whoosh, his figure disappeared in the dark secret passage.

Nan Xingchen wanted to chase the guard and find out where the stone gate switch was.

But after thinking about it, saving people was more important, so she looked at Su Muwei and asked, "Do you have a way to open this stone door?"

Su Muwei smiled faintly: "It's better to have it even if you don't have it."

He gathered spiritual power in his palm and struck straight at the stone wall. Nan Xingchen also came to help.

Rumbling--

A big hole was blown out in the stone wall, and Nan Xingchen walked in two steps at a time.

There was no light in the secret room. A few bright lights popped out from Su Muwei's fingertips, and then he heard the sound of "clicking" of iron chains.

Nan Xingchen shouted, "Your Majesty, where are you?"

"Ah uh..."

A weak voice came from the darkness.

Nan Xingchen strode forward. The man in front of him had his limbs tied up with iron chains and his body was covered with many shocking wounds. His clothes were soaked in blood and then solidified, sticking stiffly to the wounds.