Aura revival, global blood awakening

Qian Jin, with his head covered, couldn't help but feel anxious and suspicious.

As a human being, you have a desire to survive. Qian Jin didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt for stepping on Wei Zhixiu and kicking Jia Guodong to death, two scumbags.

Scum like them deserved to die long ago. They don't deserve to have Qian Jin buried with them.

Hey~!

Beauty is a disaster, it’s really beauty!

Qian Jin had already begun to regret secretly at this time, wondering why he had been bewitched by Luo Bingyan just now and surrendered himself so obediently?

Now we are in a passive position.

Click~

It was the sound of turning the doorknob.

The two special forces soldiers pushed Qian Jin in roughly.

"Come here and sit down!"

The special forces soldier patted the back of the chair hard so that Qian Jin could confirm the position of the chair.

Qian Jin sat on the chair, and the special forces team locked Qian Jin's two feet tightly on the iron chair with two clicks.

Then he locked his hands on the left and right armrests of the iron chair.

Pa~!

That was the sound of the special forces soldiers standing at attention and saluting, then they turned around and walked away quickly.

The faint breathing sound coming from the other side was steady and long, and it was obvious that the person was a master.

Where is this?

What do they want to do?

Qian Jin asked tentatively: "I say, can you help me take off the hood? Don't you need to confirm whether you have arrested the wrong person?"

Silence!

The silence is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop!

The other person's breathing, my own heartbeat, everything is so clear.

Surprising!

The atmosphere here is so weird!

The man standing several meters away didn't speak either. He seemed to be looking at Qian Jin.

Qian Jin was locked in an iron chair, and his ability to move was greatly restricted.

Qian Jin was feeling nervous, he didn't know what would happen next.

Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick!

The heavy footsteps hit the floor like heavy drumsticks.

The man slowly walked up to Qian Jin, stretched out a big hand as pale as a dead bone, grabbed Qian Jin's head fiercely, and pulled off Qian Jin's hood in a flash.

The pale light made Qian Jin dizzy.

The man took a greedy puff of the cigarette, then blew the thick smoke unscrupulously onto Qian Jin's face.

Qian Jin's heart suddenly trembled: "No! This guy can't be an official interrogator at all."

The Chinese government has always had strict discipline, especially in a solemn place like an interrogation room. How could they allow him to smoke so unscrupulously?

The man put out his cigarette and asked in a low and hoarse voice with a strange accent: "Would you like to pay the money?"

Due to the shadow of the light, Qian Jin couldn't see his face clearly: "My name is Qian Jin! The money of money, the strong wind knows the strong grass. Please verify my identity again, I feel like you have arrested the wrong person."

The man was silent for a moment: "Rub it with kerosene! The mud has the knife. Ziwei Dadi's Thunder Peak inheritance, is it wet?"

Qian Jin keenly realized that the other party was most likely coming for the "Thunder and Lightning Heritage".

Qian Jin pretended to be stupid:

“Thunder Peak inheritance?

What is the Thunder Peak inheritance?

Look, I told you that you were mistaken, I am not that Qian Jin at all.

What I obtained was the power inheritance of Emperor Ziwei, to put it bluntly, it means great strength.

If you don't believe me, just check it out. Those cameras on the street should have captured a lot of footage of me swinging a rolling pin to beat rat monsters.

I told you, I saved several policemen..."

The man was stunned for a long while after hearing this, and then he suddenly roared: "Rub the kerosene, pull the wet mud! Ba Pulutu sila pulu..."

Qian Jin was immediately confused by this aggressive guy. It was certain that the language used by this guy was definitely not a language within his comprehension range.

Qian Jin instantly recalled the voices that Ziwei Emperor conveyed to all living beings when he appeared in the divine form, and a concept instantly came to his mind.

The demons invade.

Could it be that this guy is possessed by a demon?

Weird emphasis on speech, weird behavior, weird language, all these signs indicate that this guy is most likely possessed by a demon, or even completely taken over by the demon!

Qian Jin's hands and feet were now firmly fixed to the iron chair. He was like a lamb to be slaughtered and was completely unable to resist.

How to do?

Let's try to delay time as much as possible, we must find a way to escape from here.

Qian Jin remained calm on the surface, but he was secretly trying to see if he could activate the field of thunder tribulation.

The guy roared wildly for a while, and soon fell silent.

He turned off the searchlight in front of Qian Jin with a snap, revealing his pale and gloomy face.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was cold and lifeless, and seemed to absorb light. Even in a brightly lit place, he looked particularly cold and dark.

He looked at Qian Jin with greed, closed his eyes, took a greedy deep breath, and after opening his eyes again, his pupils had turned into upright snake eyes.

He stuck out his long scarlet tongue and licked his mouth greedily.

Suddenly he spoke in a clear and fluent official language: "The ancient divine language of the Central Continent is indeed difficult to master. However, this is not a problem for me, Jia Bailian. Look, am I not speaking it very well now?"

Qian Jin quietly released the Thunder Tribulation Field while tentatively asking, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be from the Sky Demon Clan, right?"

Jia Bailian said with admiration: "As expected of a descendant of a saint, his intelligence has been completely sealed off, and he has been imprisoned in this spiritual cage for millions of years.

With only the weak power of his mind and will, he not only successfully broke through the intellectual barrier, but was also able to manipulate such weak material power to shake the prehistoric barrier and successfully awaken the attention of Emperor Ziwei...

You are not wrong in your guess. I am a great and sacred demon. Please remember my real name, Nicholas Jabailian..."

Qian Jin carefully expanded the area of ​​thunder tribulation. Occasionally, thin arcs of electricity flashed in the air, making extremely slight sounds.

Qian Jin quickly covered it up with a cough, fearing that he would wake up Jia Bailian who was filled with emotion.

"Taoism: Ninth-Rank Earthly Immortal 83/1000"

"Taoism: Ninth-Rank Earthly Immortal 82/1000"

The magic power is slowly being consumed.

Jia Bailian suddenly raised his head alertly, his eyes narrowed into a narrow beam: "What are you doing?"

Oops!

It noticed it!

Qian Jin did not hesitate. He suddenly opened up the field of thunder tribulation and at the same time tried to concentrate his mind to activate the magical power of [Purple Sky Divine Thunder].

Crack~~A purple lightning as thick as a thumb suddenly shot out from Qian Jin's fingertips, and with a crackling sound, it went straight towards Jia Bailian.

The strange thing is that Qian Jin not only did not experience the pleasure of a successful strike, but instead he felt his hair stand on end and his back went cold with horror.

An unprecedented strong sense of crisis suddenly emerged in Qian Jin's heart.

Before Qian Jin could react to what was happening!

Qian Jin's whole body suddenly trembled as if struck by lightning...

For some unknown reason, the purple lightning that shot out from Qian Jin's hand strangely turned back and struck Qian Jin himself hard.

Countless crackling purple electric snakes were moving wildly on Qian Jin's body.

At this moment, Qian Jin was horrified to find that a strange mirror had appeared between him and the demon Jia Bailian at some point.

Amid the swirling burnt green smoke, Qian Jin discovered that there was also a person sitting in the mirror.

Oh!

That unlucky guy with smoke all over his body, isn’t that me who is locked in the iron chair?

At this moment, the self in the mirror suddenly showed a strange smile.

Qian Jin was horrified. He widened his eyes in shock. I wasn’t laughing at all!

Qian Jin struggled hard to break free from the shackles that bound him, and the shackles on the iron chair made a loud noise as he struggled.

However, the self in the mirror did not struggle at all. He just sat there with a faint smile, looking at his terrified self with interest.

Click~Swish~

The Qian Jin in the mirror easily broke free from the shackles that bound his wrists, and then the shackles on his ankles also fell off automatically with a clang. The mirror image that looked exactly like Qian Jin could actually completely ignore Qian Jin's existence and act on his own.

like!

It was as if the mirror was not a reflection of this world at all, but an independent and complete parallel universe.