After listening to Qin Fanzhen's words, Wan Yan Wu Lei's eyes seemed to have a trace of strange color, but it disappeared in a flash.
She smiled and said: "Yuan Shaoqin, a fool who claims to be a genius, it doesn't matter if he is dead. If he had not died, he might have become a serious problem for the Holy Cult by now."
Qin Fanzhen stopped talking. Regarding the story between Yuan Shaoqin and Wanyan Wulei, not many people in the Cangyun Sect knew much, let alone her. I just heard that the relationship between the two was somewhat ambiguous.
Now she feels that this rumor may be false. If Wan Yan Wu Lei had a good relationship with Yuan Shaoqin, she would not be so indifferent to Yuan Shaoqin's life and death.
She was very hungry, so she actually ate the roast chicken Wanyan Wulei gave her.
The taste is not good, some parts are overcooked, and some parts are undercooked. It seems that this white-haired fairy still has a lot of room for improvement in her cooking skills.
Naturally, you have to lift your veil when eating. Although you are still wearing a bamboo hat, you can still see Qin Fan's real face without tears.
This was supposed to be a beautiful face, but unfortunately it was covered with abscesses and tumors. It was not that I had never seen an ugly woman before, but this was the first time I saw such an ugly woman. Just one look at her would give me nightmares.
"Has your face been licked by a zombie? It's a waste of this good face. Corpse gas and poisonous gas are accumulated on your face. Miss Qin, have the sores on your face become more and more serious in the past few years? If you keep doing this,
If you continue, for up to thirty years, the corpse energy will seep into your head bit by bit, and you will be dead by then. You, the Celestial Master Tao, inherit Maoshan Taoism, and master a Yin and Yang path.
A large number of Yin spirits go to reincarnation, and they should be very experienced in overcoming corpses and removing poisons. Why does your face look like this?"
As the saying goes, don't slap someone in the face when you hit someone, don't expose someone's shortcomings when you scold someone.
Face is Qin Fanzhen's biggest weakness. Anyone with some cultivation will not say anything to Qin Fanzhen's face.
Wan Yan Wu Tear ignored this and started to sigh directly.
Qin Fanzhen said calmly: "It happened many years ago. At that time, my cultivation level was low, and I was licked by a zombie. I was lucky to save my life. How easy is it to remove the corpse poison?"
Wanyan said without tears: "Are you also here to find the Wanxiang Pan?"
Qin Fan was really stunned and shook his head slightly, wondering what Wan Yan Wu Lei meant by his words.
She said: "Wanxiangpan? What is it?"
Wanyan Wulei glanced at Qin Fanzhen in surprise. It seemed that Qin Fanzhen came to Northern Xinjiang just to join in the fun and was not planning to make a fortune.
She said: "The Wanxiang Disk is a natural spiritual object that existed before the world opened. It was nurtured in chaos. To be precise, the Wanxiang Disk is just a concave stone. Every hundred years, it can condense a drop of the purest thing in the world.
The heavenly water is called the Hundred Drops of Water. Although this kind of heavenly water cannot remove evil spirits, it can remove all the filthy evil spirits in the world."
"The corpse qi on your face is already very serious. I'm afraid other methods can't remove the corpse qi. However, if you can find the Wanxiang Disk, you only need ten drops of heavenly water at most, which should be able to dissolve the corpse qi on your face. Maybe in time
Your appearance will be restored."
"You are very lucky. After this Wanxiang Disk was created by Northern Xinjiang thousands of years ago, in these years, the Wanxiang Disk is actually still in Northern Xinjiang, and I don't know which alien race fell into the hands. I came to Northern Xinjiang this time because I wanted to
Let’s see if we can get the Wanxiang Disk. As for the disciples of Cangyun Sect, haha, I’m afraid it’s the same purpose. Yu Jizi wants to purify the evil spirits in the Xuanling Qiankun Bracelet, and the fastest way is to find the Wanxiang Disk.”
"I thought you came here for this reason, looking for the Wanxiang Disk to dissolve the corpse energy on your face. It seems that I guessed wrong. Miss Qin, if I can get the Wanxiang Disk, I don't mind giving you ten drops of heavenly water, but the premise is
Hand over the Hundred Ghost Banner of your Celestial Master Dao. This object is a magic weapon passed down by our holy religion for many years. It was left behind in the battle of Cangyun. I know that the Hundred Ghost Banner is in the hands of your master, Taoist Master Chunyangzi, in exchange.
,how?"
Qin Fanzhen now understood why Wan Yan Wu Lei and Yu Linglong didn't kill him. It turned out that they planned to use themselves to exchange for the old master's treasure, the Hundred Ghost Night Parade, which was once the devil's sect's treasure.
For so many years, Master and the old man have always felt that they owe themselves. If Wan Yan Wu Lei can find that all-encompassing disk and remove the corpse poison from his face, Master will definitely agree to this exchange.
Almost everyone who enters the Black Forest, whether they are disciples of the righteous path or disciples of the Demon Cult, basically focus on the surface and the sky when on alert. Very few people care about what is happening underground.
Escape is not actually a brilliant method. In the eyes of the disciples of Zhengmo, whether it is escape, turning stones into gold, six Ding Renjia, five ghosts to bring wealth, scattering beans to make soldiers, etc., they are all heresy. In the past,
The Cangyun Sect's escape technique was so powerful that no disciples were willing to practice it, and it was gradually lost.
This gave Yamashita Zhizhu room to perform. He was like no one in the underground. Although he always bumped into tree roots, few people noticed his existence.
Of course, it was purely an accident that Tian Wen tied him up with a fairy rope when he just emerged from the ground this afternoon without anyone seeing him.
Now was a great opportunity to avenge his shame. Yamashita Zhishu secretly vowed in his heart that he must regain his face, otherwise this would become a big joke.
He quickly traveled a hundred miles underground, and sure enough he discovered the secret sentry arranged by the disciples of the Demonic Cult Hehuan Sect. When it came to hiding his body, Yamashita Zhishu felt that he should be the best in the world. The righteous way of Middle-earth and the Demonic Cult of the Western Regions
, I have always been dismissive of these small skills, but in Fuso, they are very popular and have a very vivid name, Ninjutsu.
It is obviously an inferior thing that evolved from Taoist Xuanmen's Five Elements Escape Technique, but he just puts it on his own face and says that he created it himself.
To hide traces, it is best to integrate with nature. Yamashita Naoshu felt that only Fuso's ninjutsu could do it. Therefore, when he saw the secret sentry of the Acacia sect and thought he was well hidden, he couldn't help but feel a sense of ridicule in his heart.
He didn't dare to alert the secret sentry and sneaked under the ground. Since the secret sentry was here, the Acacia sect's camp must be within three miles nearby.
Sure enough, he heard voices from above, and clearly heard the conversation between Wanyan Wulei and Qin Fanzhen.
"The Vientiane Disk? It turns out that so many disciples of the Cangyun Sect entered the Black Forest for the Vientiane Disk? The Demon Sect also did it for this thing! It must be a peerless treasure! This bastard Sun Yao just asked me to monitor Ye Xiaochuan, but he didn't tell me about this.
What a shame!"
Yamashita Zhishu felt as if he had discovered a huge secret. He was angry that Sun Yao had concealed the Wanxiang Pan from him, and felt inexplicably excited.
He felt that his opportunity had come. He never believed in the rare treasures in the world that only virtuous people could possess. He only imagined that river clams would fight and the fishermen would benefit.
He felt that he was the fisherman who hid in the darkness and watched the show, and would benefit when all parties involved lost.
