Xu Qian stared at him, trying to see through the "mosaic" and observe his expression.

The white-clothed warlock touched his head and spoke in a gentle voice, like an elder talking to a younger generation:

"Aren't you Dafeng's prodigy in solving crimes? I've given you such a long time and you still haven't found out?"

I checked your mother's ass...Xu Qi'an almost cursed, but he held it back and tried to delay time, saying: "In Yunzhou, you were helping me, right?"

"Um!"

The white-robed warlock gave a concise and concise reply.

"You are helping me not because you are giving me a gift, but because Yunzhou is Xuzhou and is the headquarters of your lineage, right?"

Xu Qian's words are not shocking and he will die.

"Not stupid at all."

The white-clothed warlock's tone was still calm, he held a nail and pierced Xu Qi'an's chest and Dantian, and said: "How did you guess it?"

Xu Qian's face turned pale, a large amount of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his tone was slightly weak:

"Because the geographical location of Yunzhou is so good. It is backed by the sea. Even if your uprising fails, you can still go overseas by boat. And why Yunzhou and not other states near the sea? Because Yunzhou is rich in products.

Its grain production is second only to Yuzhou and Zhangzhou, which are known as the "Dafeng Granary".

"In terms of iron ore, medicinal materials and other mountain treasures, Yunzhou is second only to the Shiwanda Mountains in southern Xinjiang. In addition, bandits are rampant in the local area, which is the best cover for you to station and raise troops.

"The Witch God Cult has also taken a fancy to this place, and has been secretly planning all these years. Supporting bandits, colluding with the party, and transporting military supplies. This has violated your interests.

"So you borrow Wei Gong's hand and mine to uproot the Witch God Sect. This will not expose you, but also clear away the power of the Witch God Sect.

"If all my guesses above are correct, then the commander of Yunzhou City, Yang Chuannan, is actually one of yours."

The white-clothed warlock clapped softly. His face could not be seen clearly, but he was full of smiles: "I guessed it right. What else did you guess? You might as well tell me and I will give you a chance to delay time."

"It's a pity that I woke up too late." Xu Qian shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The reason why we were able to quickly identify Song Changfu, the governor of Yunzhou, as the real culprit behind the scenes that day was because we captured the lame Liang Youping, and Liang Youping was sent by a white-robed warlock.

And Liang Youping...was Li Miaozhen's good friend, and was discovered by Yang Chuanan, the commander of the Yunzhou capital.

Yunzhou is a strange place. It is obviously very rich, but banditry is rampant and the people live in poverty. Not to mention Xu Qian, even Zhu Guangxiao called it unreasonable that day.

After summoning Ji Qian's soul in Jianzhou and interrogating the spirit, Xu Qian has been wondering where Xuzhou is.

At that time, he didn't understand it for a long time. It wasn't until he found out everything later that he suddenly realized it.

"Why didn't you take away my luck when you were in Yunzhou?"

"Didn't you see it?" The white-clothed warlock raised the nail in his hand and said:

"The sealed object under Sangbo is in your body. If I want to extract the luck from your body, I must face it.

"This demon monk is not an ordinary person. Even I can't seal him. So I went to the Western Regions and told the Buddhists about the god in your body.

"They happily lent me the most precious magic-sealing nail."

No wonder he can easily break my Vajra Magic and seal the gods easily. Sure enough, only a monk can deal with a monk...Xu Qi'an relieved the despair in his heart by complaining and said:

"Why didn't you borrow it earlier or later? Why do you have to wait until now?"

The white-clothed warlock said with a leisurely and smiling tone: "Of course I will wait until Wei Yuan dies in battle, your dragon veins will disperse, and I will wait for you to kill Joan of Arc."

Xu Qian narrowed his eyes: "How do you know Yuan Jing is Joan of Arc?"

The white-robed warlock asked, "Guess."

Without waiting for Xu Qi'an to speak, he continued: "If Wei Yuan is not dead, not only the Witch God Sect will have trouble sleeping and eating, but I will also have trouble sleeping and eating. If the Great Fengjun God is not dead, who dares to start an uprising? Now that the Dragon Vein has been dispersed, the Central Plains will be in chaos. At this time

, is the perfect opportunity to cause trouble.

"This is also the best time for me to get my luck back."

As he spoke, another golden nail pierced Xu Qian's big awl.

Xu Qian groaned and almost fainted. The five nails in his body resonated, eroding his vitality, further sealing his cultivation, and further sealing Shenshu.

He is in a very bad state now. After killing Jeanne d'Arc, the jade was broken twice and he is seriously injured.

Now that the first-generation prisoner had pierced his body with a demon-sealing nail, he was rarely as weak as he was after staying up all night in his previous life, and could die suddenly at any time.

"Back then, how did you escape the encirclement and assassination of Emperor Wuzong, Buddhist Bodhisattvas, and contemporary supervisors?" Xu Qian did not forget the original intention of delaying time.

The white-clothed warlock glanced at Zhao Shou in the distance, opened the sachet again, and summoned each magical weapon. Top-notch magical weapons that seemed free of charge roared out, replenishing his "forces."

At the same time, he stamped his feet again, spreading out a series of formations that could borrow the power of heaven and earth, including the beckoning ones.

Dean Zhao Shou himself is a third-grade Dzogchen, and with the blessing of the Sub-Sage Confucian Crown, he will not be weaker than the second-grade... He is worthy of being the first-generation supervisor, and I am afraid that he is only one step away from the first-grade...

...Xu Qi'an became desperate again.

After restraining Zhao Shou again, the white-clothed warlock picked up the nail and poured it into the clear light while saying:

"How can it be so easy to kill a Yipin?"

The sixth nail is inserted into the Mingmen point of the lower back.

"He is still resisting. He is worthy of being a demon monk who gives even Buddhists a headache. Once I have completely sealed him, I will set up an array to retrieve my luck. By then, you may die."

"My luck has blessed me, and you harmed my life. Aren't you afraid that luck will bite you back?"

Xu Qian's face was pale, not because he was afraid, but because he was weak.

"The supervisor dare not touch Joan of Arc because he is the supervisor of Dafeng. Five hundred years ago, he relied on this royal family to become a first-class official. Killing the emperor is equivalent to destroying one's own foundation. Your luck

Also from this lineage.

"If I kill you, I won't destroy my foundation. I will only have to endure the backlash. And, for some reasons, this backlash will be even lighter than when a normal high-level person deals with you."

The white-robed warlock smiled.

"What are some reasons related to the fact that you hid your luck in me back then?" Xu Qian narrowed his eyes.

The warlock in white didn't answer the question and said: "Do you know why the prisoner betrayed me back then? And why did I fall from the first level to the second level?"

Xu Qian shook his head.

The white-clothed warlock said: "If you know what the first and second grades of the warlock system are called, you can figure out many things by yourself."

The seventh nail penetrated Xu Qian's central acupoint.

Blood and sweat mixed together, staining the ragged blue shirt red. He was silent for a moment and nodded:
Chapter completed!