The pudgy shopkeeper of the coffin shop roared angrily.
All fear suddenly turned into anger.
He knew that he could not survive, at least facing such a person, he had no reason to survive.
Wang Zhi froze on the spot, recalling how he faced the faceless man on the top of the mountain after three rounds of tests.
He revealed everything without any selfishness, as if everything was so natural, and he was facing the person he trusted the most.
However he was wrong.
Who is the most trustworthy person? The face of the faceless man gradually became clearer and then became increasingly blurry.
Now there is only fear in my heart. Thinking of him as a foundation-building monk, the three souls and seven souls have already merged into one and turned into the Yin God. Even if the physical body is destroyed, the Yin God protects the true spirit and can escape far away. Ordinary golden elixir masters do not use their trump cards.
Even the escape technique cannot catch up.
But his memory was tampered with without anyone noticing.
No.
It's not that God is unaware of it.
He remembered that while the faceless man was asking, he stretched out his palm and covered the top of his head, and the black thread pierced his head as if it were alive.
Exactly, at this time!
Wang Zhi suddenly raised his head and saw a blue-gray ghost hand open, and black and red silk threads flew out from the fingers of the ghost hand and pierced into his head.
Not only his head, but also the head of his contact person, the short and fat shopkeeper of the coffin shop, was also covered with black and red threads.
The tall body is dressed in a dark black robe with scarlet lines on the edges.
The bluish-white face looks extremely cold.
The purple-black oval-shaped nails don't look like humans, but rather like neatly trimmed animal horns.
Simple and eerie.
Black and red threads sprouted from the gaps between the nails and were nailed into Wang Zhi's head, as well as into the head of the short, fat monk who laid the coffin.
The tall figure said nothing, slowly sat down and looked straight ahead.
Scarlet blood flowed from the black and red silk threads on his fingers. As soon as the blood came into contact with the two people, it turned into strange words, black and red intertwined like a ring, 'life, death, gold, forbidden, exhaustion, decline, death, tight...'
, the handwriting connected together, turned into a circle and penetrated into the two people's heads, and their originally long black hair also had a thick red strand, which was covered and hidden under the pile of hair strands at the back of the head.
Until the eyes of the two people who were standing still gradually became clear.
The moon and stars are sparse.
The short and fat monk who was still opening the door came to his senses, quickly closed the door that was as thick as a coffin, and murmured in confusion: "What did I want to open the door for just now?"
After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out, so I simply stopped thinking about it.
He sat back in the chair and unconsciously touched the back of his head, his arms stiffened in the air. He didn't know why, but he just felt that the back of his head was very important and he couldn't let anyone touch the back of his head.
Candlelight, light and shadow.
Wang Zhi woke up from his breath adjustment and said with great joy: "Well, well, not only the matter is done, but also the cultivation level has made great progress. It is really gratifying and congratulatory."
He didn't seem to realize that the black shadow reflected by the candlelight was standing behind him.
call.
There was no movement in the candlelight, and the tall shadow behind him also disappeared.
Maybe he left a long time ago.
…
The moonlight is full of light, like silver sand.
The bare-booted figure was wandering in the clouds. The more he looked at the blue-white face, the more he felt that it was not the color of an ordinary person, as if the person in front of him was not a human at all.
Floating in the sky, looking at the lights.
Tu Shanjun casually caught a ghost lantern and firefly.
His palms were obviously open, but the insects in his palms could not fly out no matter how hard they tried.
The devil in the sleeve robe turned his head and glanced at Yunjing City, then looked back, only to be filled with deep horror. He stretched out his claws and touched the white circle around his neck. The devil quietly put it down: "How could this happen in this world?
A person with such a strong understanding can use the spells of ancient treasures and combine them with his own magical powers to create a new technique."
Especially the black and red silk thread made it even more afraid.
All those restrained by the spell have become the old devil's puppets. These people do not even know it, and still retain their own independent consciousness and thoughts, and have not discovered the key at all.
"Old devil!"
Now the old devil's spells are not powerful enough, and the people he controls are only building foundations. When he becomes more powerful in the future, I am afraid that monks of the same level will also do this after the old devil opens the magic domain.
"You are very nervous." Tu Shanjun said calmly.
The devil rolled out from the wide sleeves and robe, shaped like a little ghost with a big head and a big belly. He knelt down in the clouds and kowtowed, and said in compliment: "Congratulations to the master for your re-creation of the magic power. The great road can be expected, and immortality is just around the corner! I am lucky enough to follow the master.
The rare blessing in three lives is to be happy for the master and to be happy for the master."
Tu Shanjun laughed dumbly.
The devil said one thing after another. To put it bluntly, he was still nervous and afraid that he would also be controlled.
Raise your palms.
He didn't know why he understood all these techniques. Each one was pretty amazing when taken out, and it wouldn't be called a magic method. However, when combined together, it became different. It was more like tailor-made for the big devil.
Yes, with an inexplicable evilness.
Tu Shanjun doesn't care about his magical powers.
As long as it's easy to use.
It doesn’t matter if he is on the right path or on the devil’s path.
…
Taiyi Peak.
Jade Palace.
The lights on both sides were bright.
Taiyi Zhenjun was sitting cross-legged in front of the desk and was about to open a volume of catalogues. He seemed to notice someone walking in. He raised his head and said with a smile: "Junior brother is so elegant that he even went to Yunjing City for a trip. Such a trivial matter is not worth mentioning."
Disciples can just pay attention, I don’t need to bother junior fellow apprentices to go and inquire in person.”
Tu Shanjun slightly cupped his hands and said: "There are three hidden stakes, one is the Five Elements Alliance, the other is the Zuoshan Chamber of Commerce from Jin'ao Land, and the Xianqi from the Jiaolong Clan."
"What is this Five Elements Alliance...?"
"The Five Elements Alliance is led by the Bailian Sect and the Danding Sect, combined with the 18 Qianyuan families, and the local gangs in Kunshi. The leader of the alliance is Sikong Xingye, the false infant monk. The deputy leader of the Danding Sect, Zhongli,
The peak of the golden elixir is not far away from the birth of a baby..." Tu Shanjun picked up the tea and told Zhenjun Taiyi every bit of the news he had received.
"Kunshi."
"What's going on with the Zuoshan Chamber of Commerce?"
"With the combined forces, there is a monk who is in the early stage of Yuanying. It is said that the Kunyun Sect is behind it, and it is used to curb the development of Zhenjun Jin'ao."
"As for the Jiaolong Clan, they don't seem to have any other ideas. Their six regions of the East China Sea are twenty or thirty times larger than ours, and they don't look down on the Qianyuan Land at all. Their methods are also very crude, and most of them are just random chess pieces." Tu Shanjun said by the way.
He talked about the news he had pried out from the short, fat monk in the coffin shop.
The contact persons of the three companies are different, but the methods of manipulation are the same.
Tushanjun planted black and red silk threads one by one.
Rather than letting them stay in Yunjing City, it would be safer to keep everything in his hands.
Compared to Tu Shanjun's relaxation, Taiyi Zhenjun frowned and stared at Tu Shanjun for a long time before looking back at the documents in his hand.
Said: "Junior brother, you can read through the Taoist and magical powers in the Sutra Pavilion. There are some magnificent methods of torture and interrogation. Why do you have to choose this kind of magical power that fools people's hearts and plays with life."
Taiyi Zhenjun showed a worried look.
The two have worked together for a long time, and they can clearly see what kind of people they are.
However, sometimes Tushanjun is too obsessed with control, as if he has to arrange everything in an orderly manner and firmly control it in his own hands. If he encounters troublesome factors, he will even take the initiative to eliminate them, regardless of the other party.
What kind of cultivation, or men, women, old and young.
People who are too controlling and too persistent are not good.
Taiyi Zhenjun continued: "Tao is natural, and such methods are not natural magical powers."
Tushanjun, who was holding the tea bowl, was stunned for a moment, then slowly put the tea bowl down. He first looked at his blue-gray palms, and then at Zhenjun Taiyi.
After all, Taiyi Zhenjun was born in the Xuanmen orthodox sect.
The sect’s classics and exercises are also the solemn Taoist mystical skills.
The philosophy of spiritual practice is definitely completely different from his.
That is to say, Tu Shanjun had to restrain himself, otherwise the characteristics of the soul flag would have already become a demon that everyone wants to beat. If it were exposed again, it would cause a bloody storm in the spiritual world.
There are countless examples in history of fighting each other for exotic treasures. Even if they are serious magic treasures, as long as they are powerful enough, they will arouse people's greed.
They were reluctant to destroy it.
Each one is determined to be the most special one by his destiny.
"And I have long told junior brother not to worry about these little things." Taiyi Zhenjun said in a deep voice.
Don't worry about dysentery and ringworm. The top priority is to stabilize the sect inside and outside, clean up the Qianyuan land, and then train disciples, tap resources, and act in a low-key manner, waiting for the stars to change.
Tu Shanjun muttered: "Master, sometimes, we think they are not a threat, but in fact they will give us a fatal blow at the critical moment."
"Have to guard against it."
Taiyi Zhenjun suddenly said solemnly: "What I'm talking about is not that you should be prepared, but that you should be prepared, but not in this way. Our Taiyi Sect is not a demon, and you Tushanjun is not a demon. We had no choice but to use the soul flag, but
We cannot regard the 'devil' as our fundamental support, and we should not take this method for granted."
"There is no right or wrong method..."
"have."
"The method of eating people is wrong."
Tushanjun stood up suddenly.
He said anxiously: "How can I use the means of cannibalism?"
If the debate just now was still about demons, the mention of cannibalism made the originally calm-minded Tushanjun anxious. To this day, he has practiced cannibalism, and he has not dared to speak of cannibalism. Anyone who has done this will be killed by him, which is even more embarrassing.
As a warning, how could Taiyi Zhenjun mistakenly use such a technique on him?
"Senior brother, the leader, might it be that I, a devil, have been disgraced by entering the gate wall and bringing Taiyi Sect into disrepute!"
"How can junior brother think this way? Senior brother, I have no such speculation."
"..."
"Dong dong dong."
"Master, Guxian Tower has sent me scriptures."
Qian Fei quickly walked into the Jade Palace with his head lowered to his chest. He had just heard the quarrel between the two ancestors outside the palace and was so frightened that he did not dare to move, let alone present the things sent by the Ancient Immortal Tower.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, he had no choice but to break the deadlock, in case the two ancestors got into a real quarrel again and harmed the harmony.
Taiyi Zhenjun waved his hand and said: "Send it up."
Qian Fei quickly placed it in front of the desk, then bowed his hands to Zhenjun Taiyi and said, "Disciple, please retire."
Then he bowed to Tu Shanjun who stood up and said, "Disciple, please retire."
Tu Shanjun waved his hand gently, he would not embarrass the junior.
Moreover, for someone who is a hundred years older, it is really inappropriate to argue in front of younger people.
Qian Fei resigned.
Taiyi Zhenjun opened the scroll and stared at Dao Dao: "It's actually like this!"
