Since Zheng Xian practiced immortality, he always felt a sense of oppression in his heart, and as his practice deepened, the oppression became heavier.

Zheng Xian originally had a gloomy aura on his body. This aura was Zheng Xian's inner demon. When his cultivation was low, the impact of the inner demon had a slimness to Zheng Xian, but the higher the cultivation level, the more the impact of the inner demon on Zheng Xian.

Too many people are not a problem, and evil in the heart is not a problem, but it is a problem to have a purity in the heart.

Either abandon the purity in your heart and completely sink into that darkness, or purify the purity in your heart. Darkness and purity are two incompatible beings.

People who are not pure enough cannot climb the avenue.

The pure heart of Taoism requires a balance. After Zheng Xian got the Hunyuan Ji Dao, he was equivalent to an extra teacher around him, and he understood too many truths that he had never understood before.

Playing with Hao Guang, the hostility in Zheng Xian's heart unknowingly disappeared, of course, this disappearance was only temporary.

Hao Guang might think he had a great time today, but the one who gained the most was definitely Zheng Xian. This was the truth that Zheng Xian realized after leaving Hao Guang's home.

For mortals, doing things they are willing to do can bring peace of mind. For immortals, doing things they want to do without external interference can help them realize their thoughts. If immortals always do things against their original intentions, the final result can be imagined. If they act against their hearts, they will eventually fail to cultivate even the demons and will never have hope of the great way.

To conform to the original heart is pure.

Zheng Xian drove all the way, and no idea when it started behind him, a black Buick business followed him.

Zheng Xian looked at the rearview mirror and saw the yellow light in front of him flashing. Zheng Xian stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel into the alley on the left.

The other party obviously wanted to rush over with him, even if he ran a red light, it was a pity that Zheng Xian turned over and drove over, blocking the Buick business.

Zheng Xian put one hand on the colonial armor she carried with him, and climbed up Zheng Xian's body like flowing water, covering all his head. Zheng Xian put the flowing serrated knife on the co-pilot.

In the car, it was dark again and no one could see it.

Zheng Xian did not choose to leave, but contacted the command center to retrieve information about the Buick Business, locked in the Buick Business, and circled around and appeared behind the Buick Business.

At this time, the information was fed back. The car was named in a company called Yunxin Food, and it should not be a deregistered car.

Zheng Xian hung the Buick Business from afar.

The other party chased Zheng Xian and was obviously quite unwilling to accept it. Unfortunately, after a few rounds, he still couldn't find Zheng Xian's trace. He didn't notice that Zheng Xian was following them all the time, and then the car got on the ring road.

Zheng Xian was actually very clear in his heart that the other party must have known the whereabouts of his car and knew that he was behind him, otherwise how could these guys find him?

Zheng Xian followed along the way, becoming more and more remote. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer cars around, the road became darker. In the end, only Zheng Xian's car and Buick car were left on this road.

Zheng Xian roared the accelerator at this time, caught up with Buick Business, and drove side by side with the other party.

Zheng Xian had already seen it clearly. There were three people in the other party's car, all of whom were immortal cultivators. Zheng Xian saw a mark. When he saw this mark, Zheng Xian decided not to be afraid of revealing his identity and followed the other party.

At the same time, Zheng Xian refused the suggestion from the command center that the guy in this car had a lot to do with him, Zheng Xian, and could not be exposed.

The other party then drove the car into the roadside path and parked the car in front of an abandoned factory building on the roadside.

Zheng Xian followed him and did not turn off the engine.

Two people came down from Buick Business in front.

These two people are both in their thirties, one is cold and despicable, giving people a feeling that it is not easy to approach, especially the big bald head, with half a tattoo on his neck pressed by the collar of his clothes, and a golden gold chain on his wrist, which is quite eye-catching and looks like a gangster! I have to say that in this society, Zheng Xian is still in such a dress.

Another pair of eyebrows is slender, almost connected in a line, looking like a salesperson who sells health products and specializes in cheating the elderly. The hair on his head is shiny, and he is wearing a cheap suit. The tie is loose and loosely hung around his neck, and his body is full of oily air.

The man picked out a cigarette from the Seven Wolf cigarette box and lit it with a lighter.

No matter how you look at the two of these people, they should not be together, but they appeared in front of Zheng Xian together.

The vitality of these two people should be suppressed, with only about 300 people. The driver who stayed in the car was silent and did not show up.

Zheng Xian looked around and took off the colonial armor on his face and hands, walked out of the car, and looked directly at the two of them.

"Are the slaves now so arrogant when they see their master?"

The cold and cold breath with a despicable face, the bald immortal cultivator with a golden chain snorted coldly and asked.

Zheng Xian narrowed his slender eyes and said, "Are you from the Yin Poison Sect?"

The salesman-like man smiled, flicked the cigarette between his fingers, and sparks flew everywhere, and said, "Yes, we are all official disciples of the Yin Poison Sect. Do you know now that we should talk to us as slaves?"

"Wu San, this kid has never been trained in the sect, and I don't know what a slave looks like!" The bald man patted the body of the car and said, "Slave, come down and tell him to understand the rules."

The man driving then walked out of the car. His face was withered, his eyes were not very bright, his body was full of fatigue, and his figure was quite fat, like a ball.

The man walked down and half knelt in front of the bald man, looking extremely humble and humble.

Zheng Xian looked at this guy named Rensub. This guy is also an immortal cultivator. His cultivation level is not very high, but he should be around the realm of the sea, which should be almost the same as Zheng Xian’s cultivation level.

Such an existence kneeling in front of others in such a humble way was something Zheng Xian never thought of. In Zheng Xian's impression, although it was not a great deal to cultivate to his level, it should have some dignity. After all, this is not a place where people with strong cultivation in the fairy world are everywhere.

The bald man stretched out his feet to kick the slave over. The slave immediately got up again, then knelt on the ground with both feet and supported his hands on the ground. The bald man's weight of more than 180 pounds sat on the human chair built by the slave.

Wu San, who was like a salesman on the side, smiled and said, "Dongzi, don't scare this new slave. He is the treasure given to me by the superiors. I don't want him to be like your slave, dull and no fun at all. I'll train him slowly."

Wu San said as he looked at Zheng Xian, and reached out to the ground with a kind look on his face and said, "Rules, the slave must kneel down when he sees his master."

Zheng Xian stood there motionless.

Wu San glanced at Dongzi next to him and smiled, "This guy is still a young man, I like this, and he feels accomplished when he trains."

Wu San said, reaching out and pulling out a token from his arms. The token is made of metal, with a silver luster like a coin, and the casting process is quite exquisite, with three large characters and a line of small characters engraved on it.

Three big words: Human slave order.

A line of small words: Seeing the command is like seeing the master, you will follow everything and respond to everything.

On the back is a seal, with the book: The Smiling Door Smiling Tonghu.

Wu San shook the token and showed it clearly for Zheng Xian. He took a deep breath of cigarettes, then exhaled a long smoke and said, "Do you know what the purpose of this token is?"

Seeing that Zheng Xian didn't say anything, Wu Sanmei danced and said with a smile: "You are the slave taken by my master. You should obey all my master's orders. But Master is not here in the fairy world, so he found an opportunity to open the door of the immortal way and pass this token to me. This token is connected to your soul. For example, I knock it lightly."

Wu San's fingers flicked the slave order, and the slave order made a crisp sound.

Zheng Xian frowned suddenly, and his soul seemed to be stabbed hard by someone, and the pain penetrated his heart.

However, Zheng Xian did not show much, because he had just crawled out of hell and supported the blessing of the nightingale. The continuous tempering of ten days and ten nights gave Zheng Xian a very strong endurance to pain, and at the same time strengthened Zheng Xian's soul, which made Zheng Xian have greater adaptability to pain from the soul.

Seeing that Zheng Xian was indifferent, Wu San couldn't help but be stunned and looked at Dongzi next to him.

Obviously, Dongzi had never seen this situation before, and was also stunned. Even the somewhat dull eyes of the slave who was sitting under Dongzi's butt showed a hint of surprise.

Wu San bounced the Seven Wolves away, then stretched out his hand again and bounced hard towards the token.

There was a sharp squeaking sound of gold and iron fighting on the token.

However, Zheng Xian was still standing there indifferently. This time, Zheng Xian's brows didn't move for a moment.

Wu San was stunned. Dongzi couldn't help but stand up, snatched the token from Wu San's hand, and bounced it hard.

Zheng Xian was still indifferent. At this moment, Dongzi and Wu San looked at each other. Wu San turned over the token and confirmed that the seal behind the token was his master's smiley Tonghu. Unfortunately, he was a little unsure. Does this slave order correspond to Zheng Xian? After all, there are hundreds of servants of smiley Tonghu, maybe they have got the wrong token? According to the master's temperament, it should not be enough.

Both of them looked at Zheng Xian with some confusion.

Zheng Xian said at this time: "Have you played enough? The Yin Poison Sect only relies on this thing to control the slave? Why don't you change to some other tricks?"

Wu San swung the token and then said, "If the slave is not here, he will use this token as a means of order. How can my master come in the fairy world? But it doesn't matter if this token is not useful. You are so arrogant, I will first tell your body to understand what rules are."

Zheng Xian said oh, then looked around with a scattered look. "There are only you three?"

Dongzi scratched his bald head vigorously and said, "Wu San, do you only have the ability to uselessness? A slave who stands opposite you and talks with you, don't you feel uncomfortable all over? Teach him the rules quickly. Kneel and speak is his duty. If you can't do it, I will do it."

Wu San hurriedly said, "Don't interfere, you have someone in your hands. I finally got this place. I will never agree to anyone who fights with me."

Zheng Xian said: "It's almost dead, so there's no need to fight, right?"
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