The old woman held a bronze arrow in her hand, muttering to herself, looking into the void, and her face suddenly changed.
"not good."
She turned over her hand and put away the command arrow, wanting to stay away from this place.
But the voice from behind made her freeze on the spot.
"Old lady, since you're here, why bother leaving in a hurry?"
She turned around and saw the clouds dispersing, and a young man with an indifferent expression standing behind him holding a woman with a confused face.
"Who are you and why do you want to stop me?"
The old woman looked puzzled.
Fang Chang smiled lightly and said, "Old lady, aren't you looking for us?"
The old woman shook her head and said: "I don't know what you are talking about. I am just passing by here. If you disturb me, please forgive me and take my leave."
Fang Chang didn't stop him, he just said:
"I've always been a soft-spoken person, and if someone wants to arrange my life, I always want to break it all.
Although the red line is strong, it does not control my mind.
I'm waiting for you here because I want to find out.
If I am confused, even if I suffer backlash, I will fight with you and others until both sides suffer."
The old woman finally stopped moving.
She sighed, turned around and looked at Fang Chang and said:
"As expected of the person who was selected by the red thread. I also wanted to know who caused the trouble, so I told you about the red thread."
She knew very well that if Fang Chang had known about the red thread, he would never have acted as if nothing had happened. He and Ruyan had lived in peace for nearly five years, and he would not have allowed the red thread to be planted until it suddenly broke out recently.
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After all, if he really knew the function of the red thread, he would not talk to her so calmly.
The two of them did not shy away from each other.
But Ruyan was like listening to a book from heaven and didn't understand anything at all.
Including the fact that the person next to her pillow suddenly turned into an immortal master who flew into the sky and escaped from the earth, she was more frightened than surprised.
In her impression, Fang Lang was a talented and romantic scholar, but the current Fang Chang made her feel strange and even frightened.
She felt that her Fang Lang might have died a long time ago and his body was taken over by the immortal master in front of her.
"Fang Lang, what on earth are you talking about?"
She looked at Fang Chang expectantly and asked:
"Is this all a dream?"
Fang Chang smiled, patted her hand and said:
"Close your eyes and pretend that this is all a dream. When you wake up, everything will be as it was before."
He could see the fear in Ruyan's heart, but he did not force her to accept everything.
Ruyan trembled and closed her eyes, feeling that she entered a warm world where there was light, flowers, and the little house in her dream.
Princess Fang Chang held Ruyan who fell asleep and said to the old woman:
"Old lady, let's find a place to chat."
The old woman nodded: "That's fine."
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A small mountain pavilion has experienced wind and rain and has been in disrepair for a long time.
Fang Chang and the old woman fell down and swept away the dust.
"Who are you? Why did you find me?"
Fang Chang asked straight to the point.
The old woman replied: "I am the Hongchen Envoy of the Hongchen Sect. We did not find you, but Hongxianlian chose you."
"What exactly is the red thread?"
Fang Chang's identification technique can only give him basic information, but he cannot achieve omniscience and omnipotence.
But the old woman shook her head and said, "I have answered a question for you, so you should also answer a question for me."
Fang Chang was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "You can ask."
The old woman said: "How did you learn about the red thread? This is a secret of our sect. Except for the Hongchen envoys, few people know about it."
Fang Chang opened his mouth and came: "I have only heard about the name of the Red Thread, so I am not sure. That day, my heavenly eye, which I have cultivated for many years, finally became small. When I looked at myself, I accidentally caught a glimpse of it."
As he spoke, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he performed an appraisal on the old woman on the spot.
The old woman's whole body trembled, and she felt a mysterious gaze scanning her whole body, as if all her privacy had been leaked.
She was a little skeptical at first but was shocked on the spot.
"Is there such a secret technique of the Sky Eye in this world?"
The feeling of being spied on all over, with no way to hide, was really terrifying. A murderous intention instinctively arose in her heart, but she suppressed it.
Fang Chang succeeded in pretending, and took a peek at the old woman's character panel information. He was relieved to see that she was only in the early stage of Yuanying, not even in the Great Perfection of Yuanying.
He sneered: "The world is so vast and full of wonders, how much do you know?
If I hadn't had the secret skill of the Heavenly Eye to protect me, I would have been tricked by you and others.
This red line exudes an ominous atmosphere, and it is not a good thing at first glance. No matter what, I will settle this account with your Hongchen Sect in the future."
The old woman could not refute.
It is true. The world is so vast that even the God Transformation Master cannot exhaust the mysteries of the world. It is normal for her to have never heard of such secret techniques of the Sky Eye.
She could only cry in her heart that she was unlucky.
It is difficult to refine this secret treasure with the red thread. Once someone sees through it, most of the effect will be lost.
If she had waited a little longer, when the love had deepened, she would have been unable to extricate herself even if she knew the red line. How could she question her like now.
She thought for a while and answered Fang Chang's question just now.
"The Red Thread Lian is the secret technique of my Hongchen Sect. I am looking for a strand of love that is entangled with the crazy men and resentful women in the world. If three thousand love threads gather into one red thread, I can create the secret treasure of the Red Thread Lian.
The red thread can help people find a good relationship.
This red thread was originally planted on Miss Ruyan. Miss Ruyan chose you, and the red thread also chose you."
Fang Chang shook his head and said, "It's hard for us to continue talking if you hide it like this."
"Did you forget to mention that a marriage tied by a red thread has very tragic consequences?"
The old woman's expression changed slightly: "How did you know?"
This is almost one of the biggest secrets of Red Thread.
A beautiful name cannot conceal the essence of its magical secrets.
The Hongchen Sect is actually also known as the Red Dust Demon Sect, but because it is very low-key and powerful, not many people are willing to provoke it, so its reputation is not obvious.
Of course, even if he is famous, Fang Chang may not know about it.
Why is he not a local?
But at this moment, Fang Chang pretends to be more like everyone else.
"Do you think I am really a baseless person with such a tyrannical eye?"
"What is the purpose of the red thread? Recruit it from the truth. Otherwise, after today, you will be the biggest sinner of the Hongchen Sect."
Fang Chang didn't believe that he had spent so much effort refining the red thread just to achieve a bad relationship. There must be some information that he didn't know.
The old woman is not intimidated either.
Her expression turned cold and she said: "The Hongchen Sect has been established for thousands of years and has never been threatened by anyone."
Fang Chang paused for a moment, then said with a smile: "Don't be angry, old lady, I was just kidding you.
Come on, keep going.
It's your turn to ask."
Just as the old woman was about to open her mouth, she noticed a frantic warning from her sea of consciousness.
"What are you doing?"
Fang Chang let out a sigh and said helplessly: "You found out and you are unwilling to tell the truth to me, so I have to ask you in my own way."
He stretched out his hand.
Hundreds of black shadows rose into the sky, their huge momentum almost covering the sky.
"Third-level corpse puppet?"
The old woman looked at the expressionless corpse puppets in the sky in disbelief, exuding the aura of death.
"Why are there so many?!"
Even the great monk Yuanying who is proficient in puppets cannot have so many third-level puppets.
And this is not another type of puppet, but a corpse puppet.
This is an extremely simple method of refining a puppet, but the material requirements are extremely high. If you want to refine a third-level corpse puppet, you need at least a fourth-level body, which is the Nascent Soul realm.
Hundreds of corpse puppets represent the lives of hundreds of Nascent Soul monks!
Where is this Nascent Soul that has escaped from the world? It is clearly the hidden Great Demon King!
How many lives of comrades did he have on his hands?
The old woman regretted being so careless.
It has long been known that the people chosen by the red thread are all people with deep luck and long-lasting good fortune. Otherwise, they will not be able to withstand the impact of the red thread.
But she really didn't expect that what she was holding this time was not a big crocodile, but a dragon that fell into the mortal world.
This was far beyond her ability to bear.
But Fang Chang didn't give her time to regret.
He has always been a polite person. If the old woman tells the truth to him, he will naturally not embarrass her.
But after he threatened and warned her, she still didn't take it seriously. This was too much.
He doesn't want to lose face.
These hundreds of corpse puppets were all members of the Guards who had followed Fang Tiezhu in many battles. They were very experienced in besieging and killing Nascent Soul, so they hardly required Fang Chang to do much.
Because they themselves have a simple spirituality, they are enough to remember this simple and crude fighting method.
Boom!
Hundreds of puppets fell like cannonballs.
Heaven and earth, the old woman had nowhere to hide.
As soon as her sleeves swung, a pink silk handkerchief spun out, like a canopy protecting her underneath.
The incoming puppet hit Sipa's body-protecting aura and made a dull sound.
The old woman finally had the strength to breathe. She made kneading formulas on her hands and muttered words. Then she saw countless pink smoke coming out from under her skirt, obscuring her sight.
It is the Hongchen Sect's unique spiritual technique - the confusion of the world.
Once it is used, it seems to be surrounded by the turbulent world of mortals, and even the spiritual consciousness cannot see through it. It is an excellent invisibility and escape technique.
The old woman had no intention of confronting Fang Chang.
One is that it cannot be beaten at all.
Let alone Fang Chang, she is no match for these puppets alone.
There is a huge gap between the Nascent Soul realm and the Golden Core realm, but this gap does not seem so big when the number is a hundred times greater.
Not to mention that there is an unfathomable person in the same realm next to him.
Second, even if you can beat him, you can't beat him.
Since Fang Chang was chosen by the red string lead, she was the one to be robbed. If she broke it, she would not be able to bear the anger of the owner of the red string lead.
That is her path to enlightenment, and anyone who tries to destroy it will fight to the death.
And as the world of mortals unfolded, the many puppets that were originally so aggressive became like headless flies that had lost their way and lost their target.
A smile appeared on the old woman's lips.
This worldly confusion has always been unfavorable. Even when faced with a Nascent Soul monk of the same realm, it took a lot of effort to dispel the confusion and find a clear path.
By that time, she had already disappeared without a trace.
Just as she was leaving, a heavy blow struck her, followed by hundreds of blows, and the light of the magic weapon in front of her shattered with a crash.
She herself was also hit hard to the ground.
I saw that the many puppets who had lost their way seemed to have a perspective at this time, ignoring the interference of the world of mortals, and each blow hit her body shield hard.
There was a slight tear on the pink silk handkerchief.
Fang Chang's laughter came: "Old lady, have you forgotten that I still have the secret skill of the Sky Eye?"
Fang Chang opened his eyes of the demon between his brows, opened his vision of the void, and remotely controlled the puppet to attack, just like forming a group to defeat the boss.
He only needs to control the puppet to continuously attack, consuming the boss's health and blue energy.
And he himself has his own resurrection point.
It didn't take long for those puppets that were broken by the old woman to be intact and go back to battle again.
The old woman only felt that the puppets she faced were not getting fewer and fewer, but she felt that there were more and more puppets.
Because the puppet's cooperation is becoming more and more tacit, it seems to be growing based on her attack methods.
The old woman gradually despaired.
Fang Chang didn't even take action himself, but only relied on some third-level puppets to force her to this point.
The puppet offensive became more and more fierce, and the roar continued to sound in the mountains.
The tops of the mountains were beaten to the point of collapse, strong winds stirred up dust and sand, countless big trees uprooted, and herds of beasts fled.
Thanks to the desolate population here, no one knows how many people would have suffered.
The old woman felt that the mana in her body was being consumed at an unimaginable extreme speed, and suddenly a white jade-like palm emerged from the void.
"Suppress the prison's aura!"
Infinite power hit the pink silk handkerchief, and the old woman felt like a mountain was pressing down on her. She, who was already at her limit, could no longer hold on.
The magic weapon level silk handkerchief was torn into pieces and scattered on the ground.
She herself even vomited blood, the magic power in her body was directly dispersed, and her soul was sealed before she could escape.
I was trapped under my arm by a puppet like a little chicken, and was unconscious.
"I give you a chance, but you don't want it."
"I am the messenger of the mortal world, the person who protects the mortal world from calamities. If you hurt me, you will become the enemy of the entire Hongchen Sect."
The old woman vaguely and instinctively wanted to move out of the background to protect herself.
Fang Chang smiled: "The person who overcame the tribulation, are you talking about Ruyan?"
The old woman's expression changed: "What did you do to me?"
This is her secret, she wouldn't say it casually.
Fang Chang's eyes of the demon flickered between his brows, and he said calmly:
"A little way to open up your heart."
The devil's divine light fell, and the old woman's face showed a look of struggle. When a demon seed fell into the sea of consciousness between her eyebrows, and a golden body of the demon Buddha full of anger suppressed it, her face calmed down.
But there was a hint of pain and struggle flashing across her face from time to time, obviously she hadn't given in yet.
"The trees want to be quiet but the wind is not stopping. I am not a guest here. I just want to use the land to practice in an ordinary way. Why is it so difficult?"
Fang Chang murmured to himself:
"Since Gou Dao can't keep you, then let me go completely crazy while I'm still young."
"I want to see, with my current strength, how many people in this world can stop me!"
As he spoke, he waved to the sky and said with a smile:
"Miss Yaoji, I am the Queen's registered disciple and niece-in-law. Remember to save my life when the time comes."
It doesn't matter if anyone above can hear it.
Fang Chang seemed to have taken a reassurance.
He waved his hand and put away the other puppets, leaving only one puppet with the unconscious old woman.
He himself picked up Ruyan, found a random direction, and flew away.
