Chapter 292 Locked Into a Painting

The shabby environment, dilapidated boilers and large pots covered with rust made this place not suitable for alchemy at all. Fortunately, Mr. Wu was not that particular. He put a large pot on the stove and lit it to boil. In order to prevent the medicine from losing its power, he also bought a large pot lid and covered it tightly.

"Are you sure you're making elixirs?"

Ding Wushang, who came over to help, felt numb when he saw this scene.

In his old age, he has never seen anyone making elixirs like this. It’s more like cooking hot pot! The most important thing is to get some cheap ingredients when cooking hot pot. Throwing in each piece of 'celestial-level' medicinal ingredients makes you feel distressed. That is to say, the senior sister is in charge now, and if it were the old master who came back, he would probably have someone slapped on his head.

"This is too wasteful! Hey, hey, don't throw it away, this is the heaven-level white jade Ganoderma lucidum."

"It's none of your business, get out of here."

Wu Chong was not interested in giving Lao Ding some popular science. Seeing his blabbering, he waved his hand to drive people away. Ever since the old man lost his baggage of being a master, his style has been running further and further away.

"Hey? What are you doing? Do you know who I am!"

The cursing old Ding was held up by several guards and thrown out. After finishing, the two guards stood at the door to prevent him from re-entering.

Ding Wushang spat, patted his butt and walked away.

He just chattered a few words out of habit. If he really didn't want to come out, the two guards wouldn't be able to lift him. This is also one of Lao Ding's strengths. He never pries into secrets that Wu Chong doesn't want to tell him.

While Wu Chong was hiding in the outer city and secretly refining elixirs, the double in the inner city was still eating and drinking at the Jinghai Prince's Mansion. Occasionally, he would bring a bird cage to visit the Zhenwu Sect and the Wujiang County Prince's Mansion, as if he was really on vacation. No matter whether there is someone spying on you secretly, the substitute's job is to go out and attract other people's attention.

Royal palace, back garden.

The dark-haired Emperor Qi sat quietly in the back garden, petals from the apricot tree next to him falling on his hair. There was a small wooden table in front of him, with a blue and white porcelain plate and a few glasses of wine on it.

The palace maid and the eunuch sat on their knees in the distance, prostrate with their hands on the ground and their foreheads.

No one dared to take a second look at him.

Emperor Qi is dead. This is a rumor that can no longer be suppressed outside. Now it has spread to everyone in the world. Countless ambitious people are gearing up, waiting for the moment when the sky collapses. However, that is an external matter. For those of them living in the palace, Emperor Qi is still God and can still determine their life or death.

Not to mention that the current Emperor Qi has undergone earth-shaking changes. He is no longer the old man lying in bed waiting to die.

"Yang Qi, have you ever thought about the consequences of doing this?"

Opposite Emperor Qi, Imperial Master Wang Qian, who was wearing a gray-white Confucian shirt, said in a deep voice.

This person was none other than Imperial Master Wang Qian who had been missing for nearly eight days. There were two other people not far from him.

One monk and one monk.

It was Zen Master Liaochen, the old master of Zhenwu Sect and the abbot of Daming Temple.

"The teacher is still so stubborn."

"The general trend of the world will never be changed by the wishes of a few people, just like when the Wild God and the Ancient God broke into our world." Qihuang stood up, and the aura of overwhelming the world appeared on him again. .

The so-called weakness seems to be just a rumor to this emperor.

But the three people present knew that the previous Emperor Qi had really run out of gas. An emperor who was clearly on the verge of death had now returned to his peak state. What price had been paid for this was probably only Emperor Qi himself. Just known.

"I told you back then that mortals cannot reverse gods."

"What kind of God! Where can God come from in this world?"

Before Emperor Shi Wanggan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Emperor Qi. Imperial Master Wang Gan was his teacher who had followed him when he was still a prince. He really didn't want to get to this point if he didn't have to.

But now, he has no choice.

"So you sold the whole world? Let everyone go crazy with you."

The old Heavenly Master next to him said indifferently.

People who don't know think that Emperor Qi is the great hero, but if they knew about this emperor's behavior, people all over the world would probably be excited. The three of them were only tall, just in front of them.

"Gu is the son of destiny!"

Emperor Qi Yang Qi glanced at the old Taoist priest. Among the three people, the most difficult to deal with was the old Taoist priest. If it hadn't been for the surprise this time, he really wouldn't have been able to trap the other party.

"Everything in the world belongs to Gu, and everyone must follow Gu's will. Those who disobey it will be rebellious officials and traitors."

When he talked about the rebellious ministers and traitors, he took a special look at the Heavenly Master.

This old Taoist priest did not disobey for a day or two.

Of course, at their level, there is no such thing as a loyal minister. The old monk and the imperial master next to him had never done anything against the imperial authority.

The 'Petian Trio' is the best proof.

"Your Majesty is possessed."

Zen Master Liaochen said something.

"Possessed?!"

When the old monk said these words, Qihuang's figure suddenly twisted, and his originally handsome face suddenly twisted like liquid. The surrounding scenes were all inexplicably distorted. Even the apricot trees that previously exuded the fragrance of flowers turned into ferocious monsters, and the falling petals turned into flying strange moths!

The grass on the ground also turned into a black desert, and the original floor tiles turned into an open and closed mouth.

The entire back garden seemed to be dragged to another space. The palace buildings further away disappeared, leaving only inexplicable monsters roaring in the black mist.

The eunuchs and maids in the distance were all trembling, and they were so frightened that they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

This situation has happened countless times in the past few days. Every time those who were afraid to make a sound or looked up were dragged away by the monsters behind them.

No one knows where these monsters come from.

What is it again.

"You bald donkey! You haven't even seen God, how dare you talk about the devil!"

With Emperor Qi's roar and roar, everything in the palace changed.

"quiet!"

Zen Master Liaochen took action, and golden light appeared in the palm of his hand.

His granite-like muscles are exposed under the monk's robe. As the abbot of Daming Temple, Zen Master Liaochen is the strongest Buddhist master in the temple! Dragon patterns flashed across the burly body, and powerful power gathered in the palm of his hand. He slapped Emperor Qi who was still roaring.

boom! !

The violent force beat the twisted Qihuang into a puddle on the spot.

Black and red blood spattered everywhere.

It's just that this flesh and blood seems to be alive. After being broken up, it quickly returns to reorganize, but in the blink of an eye, it reunites into Qihuang's appearance.

"It's useless. The world is starting to sink. This is a general trend and you can't stop it."

Emperor Qi roared angrily, and as soon as he moved, countless chains shining with light were revealed on his body. These chains were like formations, connecting him with the three powerful men and the palace maids and eunuchs outside.

Together with the back garden, it is locked into a painting.