There is a trick

Chapter 88: Hitting the God and Rushing to the Palace (4K, 12)

"Boom, boom!"

At the moment when Zhou Chang and Zhou Sanji were suddenly swallowed by the stone mill, the sound of the millstone turning, which had originally become quite faint in Zhou Chang's hearing, was suddenly amplified!
The sound like thunder kept ringing in Zhou Chang's ears!

Amid the roar of thunder, Zhou Chang felt as if his soul was being hit by a hammer and a chisel!

The cotton threads of the 'ghost shroud' that his soul was wearing were broken by the loud noise - in that instant, the ghost shroud had also broken half of the threads that sewed on it, and there was a risk of it escaping Zhou Chang's control!
At the same time, Zhou Chang looked up and saw:

In the dark window hole opposite, dust was rolling.

The swirling dust came from the millstone in the center of the stone house.

The huge millstone was rumbling as it turned. On the surface of the millstone, five or six soybeans were jumping and rolling towards the grinding holes on the millstone.

Every time a "soybean" rolled into the grinding eye, Zhou Chang seemed to hear a shrill howl!

Along with the illusory and unreal howling, bright red liquid carrying grains of minced meat slid down from the gaps of the millstone. The bright red minced meat painted the millstone underneath black and red, and a strong stench wafted from it, rushing into Zhou Chang's soul!

Those 'soybeans' are actually human lives!

They are all living beings that have been given the omen of death by Feng Qi’s divine flag!
This millstone is Feng Qi’s divine flag itself!

The millstone keeps turning even though there is no animal to turn it.

The lives that fell into the millstone were mostly swallowed up by it. The remaining small part turned into blood plasma and flowed out from the holes of the millstone below, pouring onto a bloody tablet.

On the tablet, the name 'Feng Qi' is vaguely visible.

The tablet with a pitch-black background was eagerly absorbing the liquid that looked like blood plasma but was filled with a large amount of nourishing energy!
"Grandson!"

Zhou Sanji suddenly turned around and looked at Zhou Chang with surprise.

As if he suddenly reacted, he shut his mouth abruptly without saying a word, and just pointed his dry and skinny palm at the jumping soybeans on the millstone.

Every soybean corresponds to a person's life.

Zhou Chang's "soybean" is also among them!

The old man didn't dare to speak, for fear that as soon as he opened his mouth, the underworld would turn his words into lies. However, his action of pointing his finger at the millstone was clear. Before this, Zhou Chang had already guessed that one of the jumping soybeans belonged to him!
While the ghost shroud has not completely escaped control, and the pain on the living soul is not severe—

Zhou Chang strode towards the constantly turning millstone!
It’s only two or three steps away and you’ll be there in a blink of an eye.

When he approached the millstone, the jumping soybeans turned into jumping paper slots.

Zhou Chang distinguished the words on the white paper tablet and found his own tablet among the five or six tablets at a glance: "Zhou Chang's Soul."

Next to the tablet with the words 'Soul of Zhou Chang', there is another tablet with the words 'Body of Zhou Chang/Chang'.

——The name on the tablet changed back and forth. Sometimes it became the two words Zhou Chang, and sometimes the ink trembled and became the two words Zhou Chang.

Even with Feng Qi's divine flag, it was difficult to accurately determine the ownership of Zhou Chang's body.

Among the tablets on the millstone, only Zhou Chang's tablet has the body and soul separated; the others only have a single name.

Zhou Chang did not hesitate and reached out to the millstone——

Layers of thoughts were wrapped around his arms, and the official seal in his other hand could be transformed into a python robe at any time and draped over the soul - he had made all kinds of preparations and was very worried that the secular god Feng Qi would come to stop him from taking back his tablet!
Zhou Sanji, who was watching this scene from behind, was also very nervous!
'Breaking Hell' is never easy!

Even Zhou Sanji felt that it was unlikely that the current matter would succeed in one go!
They might need to go through a lot of trouble to get Achang's name back from under the altar of the secular god. Zhou Sanji didn't think this would be successful, but he couldn't help but have a little hope in his heart:
Under his gaze, Zhou Chang reached into the millstone.

The next moment, Ah Chang quietly picked up the soybean that belonged to him.

Zhou Sanji's eyes widened in shock!

Zhou Chang was slightly stunned. He never expected that this time it would be so smooth!

I thought I would encounter great resistance and would have to go through a lot of trouble - I didn't expect it would be so easy to erase the sign of my own death?
The paper tablet that Zhou Chang picked up quickly turned into ashes and dissipated in his hand.

Zhou Chang looked at the millstone again.

There was indeed one missing piece of paper on the millstone.

He erased the very foundation of his own name from under the altar of Feng Qi - the death omen imposed on him by Feng Qi was erased!

"what happened?!"

Zhou Chang frowned.

In his opinion, this matter should not be so simple.

It can’t be that simple!
This task was accomplished so easily, could it be because 'Feng Qi' was 'not at home' at the moment and was not looking after his own nest?

But how can this be possible? !
If Feng Qi does not show up, how can he use Feng Qi to gather the elements of "colliding with the gods and rushing into the palace" to remove the "demon-descending state" from Zhou Sanji and prevent him from becoming a demon-demon?
——After seeing the information given in the "Dapin Xindan Sutra", Zhou Chang went to Feng Qi's altar, and decided to use Feng Qi to complete the "collision with the gods and the palace" and eliminate the influence of Luankui Shengjun on Zhou Sanji!
Unexpectedly, Feng Qi did not show up at all at that time!

Although he had erased the signs of his own death, he still felt unwilling in his heart!

"Let's go! Grandson!
Today is the day when smoke comes out of our ancestral grave - it happens to be a good time for the secular god to 'fall asleep', so I can get your name back so easily!

Go, go, while it is still sleeping, don’t wake it up!
Let’s go back!”

Zhou Sanji couldn't help himself any longer at this point, and reminded Zhou Chang, who was frowning and dazed.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with his words.

But after hearing those words once, Zhou Chang immediately sensed the "weird" element in them - when walking in the underworld, one must not look back, this was what Zhou Sanji had told him personally before, but now he was asking him to turn back on his own initiative!

There is no doubt that the words "turn back" are a distorted lie.

What Zhou Sanji really meant was to tell him to move forward.

Zhou Chang nodded in response.

Although I don't know what's going on with the secular god 'falling asleep', I think since it's sleeping, if it makes too much noise, it will not be able to continue sleeping.

Even a thief who sneaks into someone's house does so stealthily, knowing not to wake the owner.

If I make a big fuss and deliberately create a big noise——

Zhou Chang walked past the millstone with drooping eyelids and a wooden face. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and grabbed all the paper tablets on the millstone, except the one with "Zhou Chang's Body" written on it!

Three or four paper tablets turned into ashes and disappeared in an instant!
The old man followed behind Zhou Chang and was stunned when he saw Zhou Chang's actions!
After being stunned for a moment, his shoulders suddenly began to tremble: "You, you, you—what are you doing!"

"Boom! Boom!"

No more lives were put into the millstone, and the millstone turned faster and faster, making more and more noises, shaking the entire millstone room! The bloodstains on the millstone disintegrated into red mist in the shaking, filling the vision of the grandfather and grandson!

“Uh—ah—hahahaha!”

The crazy donkey laughter sounded in this red feasting air!

The sleeping secular god Feng Qi had lost the support of human lives. The bloody tablet on his body kept turning black, absorbing the red air around it. An arm covered with black hair slowly stretched out from the tablet that looked like a black hole!
Feng Qi is about to wake up!
"Let's go!"

Zhou Chang, the instigator of all this, urged Zhou Sanji repeatedly.

His body was covered with threads of thought, and he slammed fiercely into the stone wall in front of him.

hum!
The imagined scene of the stone wall being smashed into pieces did not happen. Zhou Chang felt as if his soul was trapped in a quagmire. This feeling lasted for just a moment. When he came to his senses, he had once again appeared in the empty, directionless "underworld"!
Behind him, Zhou Sanji also ran out!

Zhou Chang didn't bother to say anything, and he and Zhou Sanji ran as fast as they could, one in front and one behind!
He held the kite string tightly in his hand, and his steps became faster and slower according to the tightness of the string!

Outside the 'underworld', in reality.

In the dimly lit main room.

Yang Rui, Bai Xiu'e, Shi Danzi and others looked at the footprints of Zhou Chang and Zhou Sanji on the white sand ground, lingering near the threshold. They couldn't help but frown, secretly worried about the grandfather and grandson.

The time spent in the 'underworld' is not unlimited.

After more than an incense stick of time, if the two cannot follow the kite string and escape from the underworld, the risk of getting lost in the underworld will suddenly increase. The longer the time drags on, the more likely they are to stay in the underworld forever!

At this time, the lit incense stick on the table had burned almost halfway.

Yang Rui and his companions frowned, at a loss as to what to do——

The two pairs of footprints that had been lingering around the threshold for a long time suddenly moved, and in an instant, they climbed onto the threshold!

"It moved! It finally moved!" Shidanzi was very excited when he saw this.

Yang Rui also laughed: "He has passed the hurdle. It seems that Achang has erased his name from the altar of secular gods."

When Bai Xiu'e heard Yang Rui's explanation, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She watched the footprints of Zhou Chang and Zhou Sanji as they crossed the threshold one after another and walked into the white sand behind the threshold - now they were only halfway to the end of the boundary of the white sand.

The kite flew steadily over the yard.

I hope nothing will happen to Brother Zhou this time.

……

In the underworld, the grandfather and grandson walked quickly.

The originally deserted place was now filled with only one or two creepy noises that could be heard occasionally.

There were also bursts of donkey laughter coming from behind the two of them.

The laughter became louder and louder. At the same time, a scarlet feasting aura spread and extended behind the two of them, approaching them continuously!

Zhou Sanji followed Zhou Chang's footsteps closely, and the donkey's laughter behind him seemed to ring in his ears.

Along with the weird laughter, the three fires on Zhou Sanji's head and shoulders began to shake.

Every time the three fires shook, Zhou Sanji felt that he was losing a bit of strength.

Obviously, the three souls were not harmed at all under the protection of Saint Lord Luankui, and the three fires were as bright as before, but Zhou Sanji felt that he was losing strength and his steps were getting slower and slower.

Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead and turned into illusory smoke.

He raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Chang who was walking steadily in front of him.

The old man pursed his lips, wanting to call Zhou Chang, but in the end, he said nothing.

At this critical moment, he must tell his youngest grandson to turn back, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain - Zhou Sanji lowered his eyes and saw at a glance that the scarlet feasting energy turned into bloody arms that grabbed his arms and legs.

So even though his three fires were still as bright as before, his steps were getting slower and slower, and his strength was constantly being lost!

He was pulled by this scarlet air, and naturally consumed more energy than before!

"call!"

In the blink of an eye, the scarlet feasting air surged out from behind Zhou Sanji, flooded over his body, and continued to chase Zhou Chang in front.

The strange donkey's laughter almost rang in Zhou Sanji's ears!

In the red mist, some broken limbs were swaying and piecing together, sometimes forming a tall headless figure, and sometimes scattered into numerous body parts, looming in the mist.

“Uh—ah—hahahaha!”

The donkey's laughter became more and more crazy, and the red mist was approaching Zhou Chang's back!
Bloody arms stretched out from the mist, trying to pull at the corner of Zhou Chang's clothes.

Zhou Sanji saw that those bloody fingers were only a hair's breadth away from touching Achang's soul.

He took a deep breath, then tightly closed his mouth, as if he had made up his mind, and stretched out his hand to pull the red ropes wrapped around his chest and abdomen. Then, Zhou Sanji took a sudden step!
In this scarlet mist, the flames on his head and shoulders were still bright, unaffected by the feasting energy.

'Luankui Saint Lord' has always been protecting him.

But the protection of secular gods has its limits. Beyond a certain limit, those who serve secular gods will have to pay more in exchange for more protection.

In order to gain more support from 'Luankui Shengjun', Zhou Sanji began to pay the price!
As he gritted his teeth and chose to take a step forward in the quagmire-like red fog, the three fires on his body suddenly shook violently!
The red line wrapped around the old man's body became increasingly tight!
But the statue on the old man's back began to shake violently along with the three fires on his body!
In such violent shaking, the red lines broke one by one!

The clay statue of Saint Luankui, who was being stared at by the red line, fell down and shattered into ashes before it reached the ground!
The destruction of the clay statue does not mean the end of the matter.

It is another beginning——

Various colorful illusory auras were bubbling up from behind Zhou Sanji, transforming into dragons and snakes that intertwined and coiled into a gorgeous yet bizarre dragon robe!

Pitch-black hands and feet stretched out from the dragon robe, and a pitch-black snake head emerged from the collar of the dragon robe.

The pupils of the black-necked snake suddenly opened into two colorful vortices.

The scales on its body then faded away, and it turned into a black-faced secular god with a head of messy black hair - Luankui Shengjun!
The Holy Lord sat high in the void behind Zhou Sanji, with long snakes hanging faintly in front of him like curtains.

Zhou Sanji looked like a bearer carrying the sedan chair for the Holy Lord Luankui, or like he was carrying this secular god on his back and running wildly in the scarlet mist. Wherever he passed, the rolling red mist dissipated!

(End of this chapter)