As soon as the Red Eyebrow Death died, nothing was left except a withered and shrunken corpse. Chen Ang made a flying sword on the side of the door into iron juice. The two Red Eyebrows were transformed by the demon and were refined to death. Only a handful of poisonous sand remained, but Chen Ang took it seriously and prepared to transform with his body.

In the end, only one bag of treasures was left, which was quite valuable.

The Red Eyebrow is a side magic power. The treasure bags he has refined are not big. They contain some gold and silver and a mental method that he has practiced and supplemented. It seems that most of the family's assets are still left in their hidden caves.

Chen Ang calculated that Jingming had not finished yet. Besides, since Chen Ang Jingming calculated, the catastrophe of the two ghosts in the mountains was triggered in advance. Now that the Red Eyebrow Demon is dead, the secret of heaven is covering it, and the bald ghost can't notice anything. Chen Ang took out the mental method and slowly read it in his hand.

This is a unique mental method of a random immortal. It is quite a bit of a trick, but it is not complete. It seems that Liu Tang did not get the second volume of this scrolling method, so he had to fill it with other methods that he collected, and cultivated a good magic power of a random miscellaneous family.

Judging from this mental method, this master from the side seems to have a rough personality. The magic tricks passed down by this type of casual cultivator are naturally not as well-organized as the inheritance of famous schools, just like the rigorous teaching textbooks, but like personal practice notes, full of the author's personal feelings, moods, and even essays.

The senior who left behind the inheritance was even more so. He mixed a lot of obscure and vague sentences and expressions into his practice, which seemed to have problems with his ability to express himself. He even used the dialect of his hometown, and the words mixed with local dialect occupy a large area of ​​space.

The most troublesome thing is that this is still a secret book passed down from the Tang Dynasty. Many of the expressions contain ancient meanings. With only half a book of inheritance, Chen Ang could imagine Liu Tang's despair and madness when he comprehended this book for just a moment.

The IQ of a cultivator is not low. Even if a pig reaches the realm of a scattered immortal, he is still a pig with Taoism.

But IQ has nothing to do with expression ability. A secret book written by an old Qin monk from Guanzhong with high IQ in the dialect of the Tang Dynasty, which made a monk from Sichuan who was not very flexible in his mind, look at it, which is indeed the same as the Heavenly Book.

"This is a tragedy caused by language failure!" Chen Ang looked at Liu Tang's annotation of the mind method, the confusion between the lines, a lot of fallacies and misunderstandings, coupled with the hidden words of the Taoist priests in the Tang Dynasty, and the evolution of the characters in the process of historical circulation, which deeply illustrates how much harm this once innocent monk suffered when interpreting this notes on practice.

For people like Chen Ang who have eighteen humanities degrees, proficient in the secret inheritance of ancient Chinese culture and Taoism, and have amazing IQ, this kind of thing is naturally straightforward and has a simple meaning. He can even use his own outstanding knowledge to complete the secret book lost in the second half of the book, and the mystery will only be on the original work.

But for the side and left-wingers who have no inheritance, this is an insurmountable natural barrier.

"It seems that no matter which world does not have a inheritance, it will be very difficult!" Chen Ang sighed: "This is actually a clear and clear mind. If you encounter ancient characters, or tadpole characters in the Tianfu, dragon, phoenix seal, turtle pattern, bird clerical etching oracle bones, you are afraid you are blind and have such low understanding. No wonder you will enter the side door."

After reading this mental method, Chen Ang put it back into the treasure bag. Only now did he realize why the authentic Xuanmen sect has such high requirements for qualifications. Even the dragon, phoenix seal, turtle pattern, bird, official script, oracle bones cannot be understood out of thin air. He still wants to practice Taoism? His IQ is so low, so he should go down the mountain to take the top scorer!

There are also a large number of Taoist mantras found by the Red Eyebrow Liu Tang in the annotation of the Heart. Most of them are a scale and half claw, mixed with magic and miscellaneous practices, and even magic tricks that are not as good as the world. Such as the Soul Altar, Zhu You, etc., they always have to sacrifice their souls. The most clever one is just some of the inheritances scattered by the Wutai Sect. It is more sophisticated than the Taoist Sutra "The Sutra of the Daozang Miscellaneous and Miraculous Uses of Yang Talismans" in the Taoist Temple, but it is also not as good as the product.

Chen Ang closed his eyes and rested, released the magic power of the Tianhe River and turned it into a piece above his head, tempering the essence of the sun. At the same time, he thought about the eternal light flame of the Demon-Destroying Demon, and continued to temper it with his magic power. The spiritual flame was filthy, but it had more inspiration. After Chen Ang's magic power, the essence was added to another layer, which seemed to have a filthy stimulation that was incompatible with it, which made its essence more magical.

After two hours, Chen Ang's mind moved, and Chen Ang's sacred feather was trained by Chen Angji in Luoxia Cave more than ten miles away and fell from the air, killing the bald ghost and dying.

At this time, the bald ghost had broken the ban and was about to commit an offense, but Monk Jingming was entangled in a ball of black mist in the distance.

Meng Nuxian, who was greatly injured in vitality, was unable to resist. When she closed her eyes and waited for death, the feathers on the right wing of the white crane beside her lit up slightly and floated up in the air. She was driven by Chen Ang, who was far away in Qixia Temple, and instead killed the traitor.

The magic power attached to the feathers was still insufficient after killing the bald ghost. It exploded into a pile of feathers, and its magic power turned into a sword energy, which was invisible and colorless. The black mist was covered in the dark, causing it to suffer a lot. Jingming took the opportunity to overwhelm, throwing a copper ring and retreating.

Chen Annian was moved as he moved, and his body turned into a long rainbow, and he stood at the entrance of Luoxia Cave. The dozens of miles of mountain road for people like him was just a matter of thoughts. Monk Jingming in the distance was also wrapped in a ball of glass light and rushed to Chen Ang.

Jingming shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Fortunately, fellow Taoist is prepared, otherwise I would have suffered a great loss! I just thought this was Miss Meng's disaster. Unexpectedly, I also had my disaster in it. I escaped the fire disaster of the fill-up eye, but there was still this aftermath, which made me entangled by my opponent and almost missed the big thing."

"Your opponent doesn't look like a good way." Chen Ang smiled and said, "He happened to be hit by my sword, and he carried my sword energy. Why not take the opportunity to kill him and help you get rid of a problem?"

"Never..." Jingming smiled bitterly and refused, "Although my junior brother has gone through evil paths, he has never done any serious evil. I still want to work hard to save him, so you must not send him to reincarnation."

After the two of them talked, the owner of Luoxia Cave finally packed up and rushed out.
Chapter completed!