132. Chapter 131 Fang Che’s shock [added to the leader of Yizui Qianchou
Chapter 131 Fang Che’s shock
But this won't work.
He began to try, wrapping it with countless scriptures and binding it in one place.
It doesn't affect your sanity, but you can't spread it all the time, it's too dangerous.
Although the Infinite Sutra can be easily achieved, it cannot be restrained for long because Fang Che's cultivation is really shallow. According to Fang Che's own estimation, it must be released once every two hours or so.
"Whose piece of jade originally belonged to it?"
Fang Che was completely shocked.
Based on the above intensity of the evil spirit and the cumulative calculation over time, the blood debt in this person's hands probably cannot be calculated in terms of hundreds of thousands or millions.
No amount of money can stop it!
This person is definitely the kind of devil who can kill hundreds of millions of people and bring disaster to the world!
'No wonder the Only One Orthodox Church is so anxious, even at the expense of so much, to find this ancient jade...'
Fang Che was shocked.
But what he is more worried about is... will this thing be discovered in his body?
Does the Solipsistic Orthodoxy have a way to screen for induction?
So Fang Che didn't go anywhere, and ran the Infinite Sutra with all his strength. According to his past life experience, while erasing the evil spirit, he searched for the possible soul imprint in this ancient jade.
If there is a soul imprint, even if you know it is a huge opportunity, you must quickly hand over the ancient jade to the guardian.
Because in your own hands, you absolutely cannot protect it.
Even his own life cannot be saved.
If this thing is found on his body, Fang Che will not feel any surprise even if the Weiwo Orthodox Sect sends out masters of weapons to kill his innate master!
However, after so long, the evil spirit has been resolved.
In addition, it is so easy to merge with one's own soul and accept it.
Fang Che didn't find any traces of the soul brand at all.
"How could there be no soul imprint? How could such an important thing be unprotected?"
Fang Che was puzzled.
Naturally, he didn't know that because of his own sensitivity and mischief, this terrible demon had been half crippled, and even the soul he had managed to raise was destroyed.
The reason why this piece of ancient jade became ownerless was also due to a series of operations by myself.
If Fang Che knew about it, he would definitely sigh when he thought about how this ancient jade came into his hands.
But now he was puzzled.
While dispelling the evil spirits, I started to think.
'The fact that the Solipsistic Orthodox Church has to find even if it exposes so many of its bases proves that... there is no means of accurate identification or immediate sensing.'
'I also collected so many ancient jades, and Mu Linyuan simply asked me to leave for a day and a night. In other words... to screen the ones I collected, they couldn't be sure whether there were any in them. They needed to use various means to screen them piece by piece, and it even took a day.
One night.'
'In this case, each piece of jade needs to be handled carefully and carefully sensed to distinguish it...'
'In other words, this piece of ancient jade is on my body and is now in my consciousness, so they can't sense it.'
'That is to say, there is no soul mark. Even if there is, the soul associated with the soul mark should have disappeared, or...cannot come out.'
'That's why.'
'So, this piece of ancient jade will not cause any problems on my body.'
After figuring this out, Fang Che felt much more relaxed.
After all, who would be willing to hand over such a good thing.
Look, it's still early.
Just afternoon.
There's still one night left...there's no rush.
So Fang Che closed his eyes again.
When the evil spirit emerges most violently at the beginning, let it escape more outwards.
The Infinite Sutra began to run wildly with all its strength, and traces of evil energy continued to scatter toward the sky, the earth, and the mountains and forests...
The sun is heading west.
Slowly sinking to the west.
The last afterglow disappeared into the horizon.
Ye Meng cautiously came to Fang Che: "Young Master?"
"how?"
"It's almost dark."
"What are you afraid of when it's dark?"
Fang Che said calmly: "Such a beautiful scenery, look at it for a while, people and nature also need to get closer and closer. I finally came out once and camped here tonight."
"ah?"
"Ah what?"
Fang Che waved his hand impatiently: "Didn't I ask you to bring something with you when you came out? Go get some game and barbecue. Make it clean and taste better. If it doesn't taste good, I'll kill you..."
"Sold into a brothel!" Ye Meng pouted.
"Well, if you know it, why don't you go quickly."
"..."
Yemeng had no choice but to hunt game with a sword.
Fang Che continued to lie down half-lying and began to disperse the evil spirit.
More and more I sighed in my heart: The original owner of this jade was a big devil who deserved to be cut to death a hundred thousand times!
There is too much evil spirit.
If it were not the Infinite Scripture, but the mainland's most primitive method to resolve evil spirits...
Fang Che knew very well that even a master of weapons would take at least a few months to resolve.
If an emperor-level monarch were to get this thing, he would be transformed into a demon who only knows killing in less than ten days.
Of course, if one's cultivation reaches the level of an emperor, with the power of the immeasurable scripture, the evil spirit will probably be dispelled in one afternoon.
One night passed.
The morning breeze is strong and the mountain breeze is howling.
The autumn morning was already somewhat bitingly chilly.
Ye Meng woke up from meditation, and Fang Che was still lying on his side with his eyes closed.
"I was so nervous that I suddenly stayed outside for a night...and didn't even enter the tent."
Ye Meng muttered.
When I stood up, I wanted to find a place to wash myself, but when I opened my eyes and looked ahead, I was suddenly stunned.
The whole mountain... is bare!
Thick red leaves all over the ground!
This mountain is actually bald!
Moreover, the grass that was still green last night has turned yellow.
Ye Meng couldn't help but rub his eyes, and when he looked again, it was still like this.
Close your eyes and open them again, it's still the same.
"this……"
Night dreams are confusing.
Is this one night's sleep? Isn't it three months' sleep?
How could this happen?
Over there, Fang Cheyou slowly opened his eyes.
The immeasurable scriptures in the body blocked the channels for the evil spirit to escape.
I feel it's bearable, and there should be nothing wrong with it for two hours.
If you are not in a hurry to resolve it, you can also take it out and put it on your body, so that the evil spirit will not be exposed.
Then he stood up and stretched, and suddenly his eyes widened: "Ye Meng, Ye Meng!"
"What's wrong, sir?" Ye Meng hurriedly came over.
"What's going on?"
Fang Che looked shocked: "Why is it winter now? Where are the leaves? What did you do last night?"
"..."
Ye Meng opened her mouth wide: "Me?"
"Yeah, you stayed here all night and caught two rabbits. How did you turn the mountain bald?" Fang Che asked with a frown.
"I'm surprised too...it wasn't me!"
Ye Meng shook his head repeatedly: "I am also wondering, what is going on?"
Fang Che said firmly: "You must have done it! No one else came to this mountain last night! And I was sleeping the whole time. Was it you or who else?"
Ye Meng was numb: "How can I have such ability..."
"Huh, let's go anyway. If it's not you, there must be a ghost. You can't sleep for three months."
Fang Che walked over and untied the reins.
The black horse looks up to the sky and neighs.
The white horse also eagerly shook its head and tail to go down the mountain.
Go back quickly.
I don’t know what happened to the grass on this mountain. It became unpalatable overnight...
Fang Che was still scaring Ye Meng along the way, frowning and saying seriously: "There must be a ghost on that mountain..."
Ye Meng grimaced: "..."
"There seemed to be a ghost laughing and chirping in the middle of the night last night..."
Night Dream: "..."
"Look, you'll be fine once you get down the mountain. There's something weird on that mountain."
"..."
"Even the two horses seem to be in a bad mood. Isn't there a ghost?"
"..."
"Why are you looking so pale? Ghosts can't catch you, right?"
"Ahhhh..."
Ye Meng screamed, her heart pounding, and she whipped the white horse with a whip, leading all the way.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Fang Che laughed loudly.
Feeling happy.
After checking the consciousness space, I felt even more happy.
Now my spiritual consciousness has expanded by more than three times.
It can be said that the soul has tripled in growth. How can this not make him happy?
If the spiritual consciousness space of a normal innate master is, for example, one meter, then Fang Che's previous space should be three meters.
But now, it's a full twelve meters.
The strength of this soul is twelve times stronger than that of an ordinary innate master!
Divine thoughts are the foundation that supports everything and the guarantee of strong combat power in the future. How could Fang Che not be happy?
What's more, this piece of ancient jade is still continuously nourishing his soul. No one can predict how strong it can become.
"Good stuff!"
Fang Che thought to himself, such a good thing, even if it is a little dangerous, it is worth it.
Absolutely not to hand it in!
…
The residence of wise men.
Bei Mingxin lay spread out on the recliner as if every bone in his body had been ripped out, unwilling to move his fingers.
The test is finally completed.
"I'm so exhausted..."
Bei Ming felt the urge to cry, he was so tired. He monitored each piece of ancient jade, using his spiritual consciousness to inspect each piece.
The large number of counterfeit goods brought by Fang Che almost destroyed Bei Mingxin.
Mulin came over for a cup of refreshing tea from the far side: "How is it? Do you feel it?"
"No!"
Bei Mingxin closed his eyes and drank the tea in one gulp: "It's a waste of effort... There is nothing in it. There are also many bad jade, and a small number of them were buried in sacrifice. Grandma Rite, she is the one who has a mouth."
Or dermatitis..."
Mulinyuan: "..."
Looking at the expression on Bei Mingxin's face, he wanted to laugh for a while: "This kind of ordinary appraiser can also see it, and it is still useful..."
"The phaseless jade looks like jade on the surface, but in fact the material is different. It has just been thrown away, and it is basically the same as those burial objects... ugh..."
Bei Ming's heartfelt sigh was so breathtaking. It was full of unbearable memories.
"Then take a rest, there are other places waiting..."