The skinny old man himself was shocked by the power displayed by the oil lamp he had just lit.
This oil lamp was a magic weapon he obtained by killing a sea monster many years ago. However, he had no oil to turn the lamp, so he could only put it aside.
Later, I met a monster with a lamp wick that became a spirit. After asking carefully, I found out that the wick monster fell off an oil lamp because it was soaked in lamp oil when it fell off. After slowly absorbing the lamp oil, it opened up its spiritual wisdom and became a monster.
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After the skinny old man got the foot of the lampwick demon, he borrowed the Three Treasures Destroyer Talisman from the owner, and secretly gave the lampwick demon a blow, beating the lampwick demon's soul to pieces on the spot and turning it into a lantern.
I twisted this lamp into the original oil lamp and found that it was exactly the same as the oil lamp.
After the oil lamp was reassembled, the skinny old man never knew its origin. It was only in recent years that he read ancient classics and made some guesses about the origin of this lamp.
Today, for some reason, I sensed someone approaching the weapon-refining furnace on the top of the mountain, and suddenly I had a sudden impulse to use this lamp to immobilize the person so I could find out who was behind it.
Who would have thought that as soon as the lamp was lit, before even showing off for a few words, the lamp disappeared!
The skinny old man rushed straight to the top beam door in anger, his triangular eyes widened, and the light flashed in his eyes: "Who is it?"
He roared with great rage: "Who stole my precious lantern!"
"Senior brother, don't worry, let me check it out!"
A golden bell appeared above the head of the fat old man next to him, making a crisp ringing sound. The golden light shone brightly, illuminating the newly darkened island in the middle of the lake.
Pengju Ghost King and Black Water King, who had just been immobilized and regained their freedom, stopped at the same time and looked at the top of the mountain, with horror on their faces.
"My precious lantern!"
The skinny old man's body was in the air, his eyes were scanning all directions, as if he were mourning for his heir, and he yelled: "Whoever killed a thousand swordsmen stole my lamp!"
Boom!
As he roared, the black smoke column around him swayed, no longer solidified, and began to become scattered.
"Huh?"
The fat old man next to him suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned to look at the black smoke column and his body stiffened instantly: "The flag... where is the master's flag?"
He suddenly roared and his eyes widened: "Damn it, why is the soul-inducing flag missing?"
The skinny old man who was cursing was stunned when he heard the words. He turned around and looked at the black smoke column, only to see that the flag that was floating in the column just now was gone!
Just like the precious lantern he held in his palm just now, it disappeared silently!
"Ah - this!"
The skinny old man was so angry that his skinny body suddenly swelled up and turned into a three-eyed giant three feet tall. He looked up to the sky and roared: "Who is——!"
The King of Blackwater, who was fighting against Peng Ju's Ghost King, didn't care about fighting anymore. He quickly spread his wings and landed on the top of the mountain, shouting: "Pang Yuan, Zhou Tai, what is going on? Where is my flag?"
He plunged headlong into the air column, and then let out a heartbreaking howl: "Where is my soul-inducing flag? What are you two doing for food!"
The fat and thin old men looked at each other and saw the anger, fear, and shame on each other's faces.
They are also great monks themselves, and their vision and insight are extraordinary. Since they became Yuan Ying, they have rarely encountered masters who can crush them. They usually crush others.
But today, someone actually took away their magic weapon silently under their noses, even in the palm of the skinny old man. Even the magic weapon refined by King Blackwater was taken away.
Such magical powers are really unbelievable, and even Mahayana masters may not be able to do it.
The two of them were extremely angry at first, but now they calmed down a little, but felt scared for a while.
"Senior brother, is this man using the magical power of space?"
The obese old man Pang Yuan looked at the skinny old man Zhou Tai and asked in a trembling voice: "Is it a magical power in space?"
Zhou Tai was silent for a moment, then said distractedly: "You ask me? Who should I ask? Even our master doesn't know how to use space magic. How have I ever seen it before?"
He looked at the Blackwater King who was roaring like thunder on the top of the mountain: "Sir, there is someone with great supernatural powers here who is deliberately trying to make things difficult for us. We must leave quickly in case something changes."
King Blackwater shouted angrily: "Let's go? Where to go? I finally found this ancient Black Dragon Mansion, absorbed the poisonous dragon's breath, and refined the magic weapon. It took me three years to refine this magic weapon into shape! Eyes
I was about to finish it today, but someone picked the peach!
"You didn't say you would help me catch the thief and retrieve the magic weapon, but you actually asked me to leave quickly?"
King Blackwater was furious: "Others have always been afraid of me. How have we ever been afraid of others? When did we, the Nine Head Mountains, become so cowardly!"
Pang Yuan hurriedly whispered: "Master, be careful! If there is someone with great supernatural powers, we can't afford to offend him!"
Zhou Tai also advised: "Young master, now that the secrets are unclear and the murderous calamity is coming to the world, it is better for us to act cautiously. If you offend someone with great supernatural powers, we may not be able to protect you." p>
Seeing the solemn expressions of the two men, King Blackwater lowered his voice immediately, but he was still angry: "Even if you are a person with great supernatural powers, you have to be reasonable! If he didn't want me to refine the treasure, why didn't he stop me three years ago? How did he get there?
Today, after the treasure was refined, we snatched it away. This is too much of a loss! Are you still being reasonable?"
Pang Yuan smiled bitterly and said: "Sir, in the world of spiritual practice, who have you ever seen speak truth? The only one who likes to speak truth is the Confucian master, but when he speaks truth, he usually raises his fist and beats the other person half to death before he starts to speak truth.
Ah!"
Zhou Taishen agreed: "Whoever has a big fist has a right! This is the unbreakable truth since ancient times!"
The King of Blackwater was heartbroken and cursed: "I have worked hard for more than three years, and finally got this result? It took three years to refine this soul-inducing flag, three years! I didn't even touch a girl.
Passed..."
Pang Yuan advised: "It's not easy for the young master to want girls. Let's leave here and find a brothel to hook up with. We will pay for three months and we will definitely let the young master have a great time!"
King Blackwater suddenly thought of the girl who assassinated him during the day, and couldn't help but sigh: "If I could find the girl who used the sword during the day, I would not replace the whole brothel. It's a pity that she ran away!"
The two old servants looked at each other, with fear suddenly appearing on their faces.
"Brother, the woman in green during the day seems to be a disciple of the Tianhe Sword Sect?"
"At the time, I just thought it looked familiar, but now that I think about it, it is definitely the swordsmanship of the Tianhe Sword Sect!"
"The old guys from the Tianhe Sword Sect always protect their shortcomings!"
"And he is cruel and murderous!"
"Those embryo-killing groups are fighting for their lives, even the master has suffered great losses at their hands!"
"Could it be that a master from the Tianhe Sword Sect came here to take revenge?"
"It's possible!"
"Those monks just now were also weird, they seemed to be puppets of the Puppet Sect!"
"It's just a puppet from the Puppet Gate, why does it look like a monk?"
"Is there any Buddhist bald donkey involved in this matter?"
"Go quickly, hurry up, it's too late!"
The more they talked, the more frightened they became. They raised the Blackwater King. Regardless of the Blackwater King's struggle, a whirlwind suddenly rose from beneath their feet and enveloped the three of them. Then the strong wind blew out, sweeping in all directions, and all the nearby stones and vegetation were destroyed.
The strong wind tore it into pieces.
When the wind stopped, the three figures had disappeared.
As early as when the Blackwater King flew to the top of the mountain to search for the magic weapon, the Peng Ju Ghost King took the opportunity to open the portal of the Yin Court, and fled in a hurry with the scattered Yin soldiers.
Although Zhou Tai's lamp just lit up for a moment, under the light, the bodies of the three thousand Yin soldiers melted instantly, and even the ghost king of Peng Bureau could not support it. If the light was not suddenly extinguished, it was only lit for a moment.
I am afraid that even the Ghost King Pengju will be refined by the light.
As soon as the lamp came out, Pengju Ghost King no longer had the fighting spirit.
When the two servants Pang Yuan and Zhou Tai showed their shocking auras, the Ghost King of Peng Bureau suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Great monk!
The two people on the top of the island in the middle of the lake are actually great monks who are at least distracted!
How can we fight this?
Although he is the ghost king of the underworld, there are only eight thousand ghost kings like him in the underworld. It is okay to deal with ordinary monks, but it is a bit difficult to deal with the great golden elixir demon like the King of Black Water.
If you are a monk with a golden elixir or above, report it directly and let the people above handle it!
After all, as long as the monks in the world of the world do not practice evil magic, other methods will naturally restrain the ghosts of the underworld.
Just like ordinary people, if they have enough true yang and full of righteousness, they can still drive away evil spirits and suppress evil spirits.
What's more, monks who cultivate themselves and practice Qi.
Under normal circumstances, unless the monk enters a dream or is seriously injured and dying, ordinary ghosts will basically walk around the monk.
Only those who are underworld and protected by magical weapons can dare to face the Qi Refiner directly.
But most of them have to be cautious and don't dare to be careless. There are also some reckless and arrogant people, and the ending is usually not very good.
Just like Qiao Kun, the Night Patrol God who was killed by Li Mu. He didn't even find out Li Mu's origins, so he attacked Li Mu. As a result, his soul was known to Li Mu, and he snatched the Night Patrol God Card and pulled his soul into the Iron Mill.
City, suffering forever and ever.
The Ghost King Pengju was still sober when he was a ghost. When he realized that there were two great monks beside King Blackwater, he knew that something was wrong with him.
Just now, I fought against the King of Blackwater, and it seemed that the fight was impressive. I am afraid that I was regarded as the King of Blackwater's sparring partner.
If I didn't escape early, I was afraid my life would be in danger, so I took a group of Yin soldiers with missing arms and legs and fled back to the Netherworld.
The entire island in the middle of the lake suddenly became quiet.
Occasionally, a few monsters who survived would lie on the ground and howl in pain, unaware that their king had abandoned them.
Dozens of miles away by the Black Dragon Pond.
Li Mu's figure suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly appeared, standing in front of Gu Qingcheng, with an excited look on his face: "Let's go!"
Gu Qingcheng: "Let's go? Where are we going? My invisible tent blocks out the breath, making it difficult for other monks to detect..."
Before she finished her sentence, she heard an old man's mournful howl coming from the island in the middle of the lake: "My precious lantern! Who is it? Stole my precious lantern!"
The sound was like thunder, shaking the sky and scattering all the dark clouds in the sky.
Then another old man exclaimed: "Where's the soul-inducing flag? Why is the flag gone? Damn it..."
Gu Qingcheng looked at Li Mu, her eyes widened, and said in surprise: "No way?"
"Brother Shen!"
"Hmm!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
You can say.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When she first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time she got used to it.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a Demon Slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of its predecessor.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door is open, and occasionally people come in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to clean away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
