The short and fat cultivator of the underworld, with a smile on his face, was about to use the annihilation technique on Yang Wu.
Suddenly, Yang Wu shouted: "Wait a minute, you are a cultivator of the underworld, and I am a judge. Our two sects are close to each other. Why do you want to harm me?"
The underworld cultivator sighed and said: "I am also worried about this matter, but now that I have come, I cannot go back empty-handed."
Yang Wudao: "You can't go back empty-handed. You should bring something else back. Look, in my package, there are silver, spells, magic weapons, and all kinds of theatrical tools.
If you like it and choose it yourself, I won't care about you even if you take the whole luggage with you."
The underworld cultivator snorted coldly: "What do you care about with me? Do I care about your broken things? Do you think I am a groceries collector, just taking some broken things and throwing them away?"
"A broken thing?" Yang Wu raised his eyes and said, "You have to take a look first and then tell me. How can it be a broken thing? Let's not talk about anything else. The pair of massage and music in my baggage were made by Master Li Fusheng himself."
This pair of Mohele was indeed Yang Wu's most precious possession. He also knew that the other party would not be interested, but he could not think of anything else that could attract the other party's attention.
He needs time, he needs to inject Yin Qi into the puppet.
The underworld cultivator sneered: "You have to be careful when bragging, but you are not afraid of flashing your tongue when the wind is strong. Li Fusheng's Mohe Le is hard to find, and there is no genuine one circulating in the world!"
expert!
I really didn’t expect this underworld cultivator to be very knowledgeable about theater tools.
Yang Wu quickly provoked: "I haven't seen the real thing because you don't have the fate. The package is just there. Please open it and take a look. Today I will let you open your eyes!"
The underworld cultivator looked at the package, with an unconcealed desire in his eyes.
"Is it really the real thing?"
"Whether you are an expert or a layman, let's see how sharp your eyesight is!" Yang Wu was sure that this underworld cultivator was about to fall into a trap.
The underworld cultivator hesitated for a long time and finally opened the baggage.
When he carefully picked up the pair of puppets, a little light suddenly appeared on his gloomy face.
“This is the real thing!”
What Yang Wu has in his hands is indeed genuine.
Because Li Fusheng is Li Shabai, this pair of mojos was personally given to Yang Wu by Li Shabai.
Mohe music is the most high-end type of theatrical equipment. Some say it was passed from Fanxiao to Daxuan, while others say it was from Daxuan to Fanxiao. In short, in both countries, Mohe music is unshakable.
The King of Playthings.
To put it simply, Mohele is actually a wooden puppet, but this puppet is sophisticated to a certain extent.
Take the pair of Mohele in Yang Wu's hands as an example. The puppet is one foot six tall and has all the joints on the human body.
The lips can open and close, the waist branches can swing, and even the toes can move. This craftsmanship alone cannot be imitated by fake craftsmen.
Mo Hele's body is also covered with a layer of imperishable gelatin. This gelatin feels warm, soft and delicate, just like human skin.
This is just the main body of the puppet, not counting the dresses and accessories specially customized by Li Shabai for Mo Hele.
A Mohele was wearing a skirt and holding a folding umbrella in his hand.
Another Mohele was wearing dark clothes and holding a jasmine plant in his hand.
There is still a fragrance on the jasmine.
The hands of the underworld cultivator were shaking, but tears were rolling in his eyes.
"I really saw this good thing."
Yang Wu nodded and said: "Not only do we see each other, you are also lucky today. As long as we don't break our harmony, I will give you this pair of Mo He Le."
He is still filling the puppet in his hand with Yin Qi.
He didn't dare to charge too fast for fear that the other party would notice.
The underworld cultivator wiped his tears and looked at Yang Wu in concentration: "Should I say it or not, you are a sincere person. If I accept your Mo Hele, I shouldn't hurt your life anymore."
"That's right! This is when you meet a reasonable person!" Although the other person is reasonable, Yang Wu is still sending Yin Qi to the puppet.
The underworld cultivator looked at Yang Wudao: "But if I don't touch you, then if you agree to other people's affairs, it means you can't do anything."
"What did you promise others? Is it more important than this Mo He Le?" The puppet's Yin Qi was almost full.
The underworld cultivator sighed and said: "It's difficult. This matter is important, and Mo Hele is also important. Otherwise, I won't kill you, and you follow me to the underworld, and I will accept you as a disciple. This Mo Hele is yours."
What do you think of the apprenticeship ceremony?"
Yang Wu shook his head and said: "It's not appropriate to be your disciple. I have a disciple."
"Is your sect bigger than mine?"
Bigger than you? Are you so big?
My school...
Yang Wu couldn't tell what level his master was, and he didn't even know the cultivation level of his ancestor.
"It's not impossible to join your sect," Yang Wu first had to stabilize him, "but I have to discuss it with the judge. After all, I am a servant, and the ghost jade is still in his hands."
The underworld cultivator smiled and said: "That doesn't matter. You don't need to discuss it with anyone. I'll just go back and find a "Record Book" and redefine your identity."
It seems that this is really a ghost emperor, and the "Record Book" of the Underworld Governor can be changed at will.
Yang Wu pursed his lips and said, "It's not good to leave without saying goodbye."
The cultivator of the underworld sighed deeply: "I think you are unwilling, and I don't want to force others. That's all. I don't want this Mohele anymore. I still want your life."
In fact, he doesn't need to be so entangled, he can just kill Yang Wu and take Mo Hele away.
But this underworld cultivator was very disciplined. He put the pair of motorcycles and music back into the package intact, and then looked at Yang Wudao: "You let me see the rare treasure once, and I will let you die happily."
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His eyes trembled, and just as he was about to perform his technique, the puppet on the table suddenly flew over and kicked and hit him in the face.
The underworld cultivator retreated continuously. Taking advantage of the opponent's relaxation and distance, Yang Wu tried his best to break free from the technique of drawing the ground as a prison.
He wanted to escape immediately and fight Ming Dao, but he would suffer too much.
Even if you must fight, you must bring helpers. Chu He and Niu Yuxian are both fifth-level, and they are good helpers in both offense and defense.
Yang Wu rushed to the door and found that the door was tightly closed. No matter whether he used magic or brute force, he could not open it.
If you don't want to go through the door, no problem, let's go through the wall.
The wall can't be penetrated either. No matter whether you use magic or ghost talent, if you get through it halfway, it will inevitably bounce back.
Even if he used the immortal soul method that Lao Chang taught him and transformed into the mist, he still couldn't break out of the house.
What kind of method is this, so powerful?
Is this really the Ghost Emperor?
The underworld cultivator grabbed the puppet made by Yang Wu.
In fact, he could destroy the puppet just by taking action at will, but he couldn't bear to do it because the puppet's construction method was too good.
The underworld cultivator sighed: "Let's discuss it again. I really want to accept you as a disciple."
Yang Wu had no intention of discussing with him, and used Yin Qi to form numerous magic circles to protect himself first, then threw out dozens of paper figures to fight with the underworld cultivator.
He threw out a handful of bean-sized puppets and looked around the room for an exit.
He also tapped the painting on his chest and sent messages to Xu Zhiqiong, Chu He and Niu Yuxian.
The practitioners of the underworld couldn't help but admire: "Regardless of their combat prowess, none of my disciples are as outstanding as you in terms of this mentality."
He stepped into Yang Wu's magic circle step by step, almost without any obstruction. The paper figures were hovering around him, gradually losing their fighting spirit, and stood in a row, following him neatly like waiters.
The Bean Puppet was still searching around, but could not find any cracks.
The underworld cultivator frowned slightly and said, "What is the origin of your qi? Such pure yin qi is really rare. Don't you practice yin and yang?"
In this way, you tell me the Taoist sect, and I will think about it carefully and see if there is any other way to deal with this matter!"
The underworld cultivator was getting closer and closer to Yang Wu. Yang Wu suddenly threw out two wooden figures in yellow and blue clothes. Each of them was more than two feet tall. Each of them held a hammer in his hand and beat the underworld cultivator.
Beating and singing harmoniously, they also chanted minor tunes from the Yuanzhou area.
"I'm so tired!"
"Hi!"
"I'm so tired!"
"Hi!"
"I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it!"
The power of this hammer is average, but this song is deadly. Every word, the meditator who sings it is very upset and his veins are twitching.
He was about to use a spell to take away the spirituality of the two villains, when a thousand chariot suddenly fell from the air and hit the underworld cultivator on the head.
This Qianqian chariot is so powerful that it can pierce through a person's heavenly spirit cap while spinning rapidly, and it is still unable to escape.
He Qingye once used this kind of thousands of cars to kill officials.
Yang Wu's Thousand Thousand Carts were more powerful, but he didn't expect this thing to be able to kill the underworld cultivators.
He just hoped to delay it for a little longer and give him a chance to escape.
But the underworld cultivator didn't want to delay anymore. He scratched his scalp, and a bag grew on the top of his head, which lifted Qianqian's car up.
Qianqian's car landed in the palm of his hand and was still spinning. The underworld cultivator nodded and said, "I like your playthings so much. I will take you to the underworld now, regardless of whether you agree or not."
The underworld cultivator waved his hand, and all the magic circles were destroyed, and all the theater tools were deprived of their spirituality and became motionless.
Yang Wu shot out a breath of yin energy, but the underworld cultivator easily blocked it and slapped the yin energy directly on Yang Wu's face.
Yang Wu had no power to fight back.
This is not only restraint in talent, but also crushing in cultivation.
The underworld cultivator came to Yang Wu, grabbed Yang Wu's shoulder, and was about to take him away. Suddenly, he saw the little wooden man in yellow clothes suddenly approaching, swung the hammer and shouted: "I'm scared!"
Bang!
The hammer hit the underworld cultivator on the head, causing a bump on the forehead of the underworld cultivator.
This bag was not grown by him on his own initiative, but was hammered out by the villain in yellow.
But they said that all the playthings could not be moved. How come the little man in yellow could still move?
The underworld cultivator was very surprised. He did not expect that Yang Wu had a back-up plan.
Yellow clothes and blue clothes, these two villains also have mechanisms in their bodies that can store some yin energy.
Although his spirituality was taken away by the underworld cultivators just now and he could no longer move, relying on this yin energy, the little man in yellow got his spirituality back and launched a successful sneak attack.
But just this hammer can smash a bag, so naturally it cannot kill this underworld cultivator.
The underworld cultivator was enraged. With a wave of his hand, the whole room turned into a sea of fire, with hot molten iron rippling on the ground and red-hot sharp blades flying on the walls.
The technique of ten thousand punishments!
Yang Wu had seen thousands of torture techniques, and Yang Wu had strategies to resolve all imaginable tortures.
Only this time, he had no way to resolve it. No matter how much Yin Qi was injected into it, the hot molten iron and the red-hot blade did not become cold.
In desperation, Yang Wu pulled out his beloved bamboo horse from the cloth bag and ran wildly on the hot metal.
As long as he could hold on for a moment, Yang Wu fought with all his life to deal with this underworld cultivator.
The underworld cultivator completely lost his patience. He tore off a piece of paper from the painting on the wall, burned it in molten iron, and threw the ashes at Yang Wu.
Paper dust fell on Yang Wu, forming a round pattern.
Yang Wu was shocked, this is a mark!
He wants to drain his soul!
Many of Yang Wu's techniques rely on his own body. If his soul is taken away, he will have no power to resist.
But the mark has been left.
How can I block the opponent's techniques?
Yang Wu couldn't think of a way and was about to be captured.
Suddenly there was a loud noise and the door to the guest room was kicked open.
A tall figure stood at the door.
Is it Chu He?
No, a bit shorter than Chu He.
Senior sister?
Nor...
Could this be...
"Qianhu!" Yang Wu shouted excitedly, his throat breaking.
Wu Xu smiled at Yang Wu: "At least we have made progress, and we have not lost the face of our yamen."
The underworld cultivator looked at Wu Xu, frowned and said, "Weiyi Xingjun, I really didn't expect you to come."
Wu Xu smiled and said: "Murosu, this is my brother. If you offend me, please bear with me."