Chen Mou asked, Lao Fang only said that it was a thorny problem, not that it was impossible to break. For him, it was a life-saving straw.
Shinto has declined in the lower world for a long time, and its methods are so weird that few monks can understand them today.
Fang Bi looked at Bi Yan aside, meaning that there were outsiders around, so it was inconvenient to say that the Shinto was secretive. He was blatantly facing the young master, and he was not dealing with the old pig.
Bi Yan laughed angrily and cursed: "Old man Fang, you're going to burn the bridge when you cross the river, right? Be careful next time because I won't save you until you die."
Turning around and walking out of this separated area, he didn't have much curiosity.
Nor is he the same as the narrow-minded old man Fang.
Wasn't it because you exposed the old man's identity before and forced the old man and the young master to be honest with each other, so why do you hold grudges like this?
This old man's wings are hard, and he dares to fight with him. Next time, when the young master is in seclusion, he will catch the old man and beat him to vent his anger.
After the old pig left, Fang Bi sent a message and asked: "Sir, that Yin Shen's magical power is not trivial. He is not an old guy who survived thousands of years ago, but a piece of evil karma that a monk with great magical powers stripped away from himself. The trouble now is
, you have touched the suppressed Yin Shen, be careful that the great supernatural monk who is no longer in the lower world uses the Yin Shen to deal with you."
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Chen Mou thought for a moment and said with relief: "I did hide something from you. The master of Yin Shen has a close relationship with me. I will intervene in the battle plan between me and Yin Shen, whoever loses or wins, so
No matter how good he is, he only cares about you."
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"Not yet Article 7. Master, prepare another low-level material for use in constructing a magic altar. Among them, there must be a small amount of eighth-grade and seventh-grade thunder element materials to deal with Chen Mou's troubles."
Source of life, temple.
Ten years ago, I left my body to my own devices. I obediently came to Zhao Gangya and was imprisoned in the temple, so I had no worries about the future.
But my fighting skills are exquisite, so I closed one eye and performed the gestures.
If we were to capture it and bring it to the source of life and raise it with the power of incense, it would not be a preliminary option.
The rising sun dyed the two of them warm colors.
Zhao Gang curled his lips and said stimulatingly: "You are a low-level player. Can you go to the world of common people and help you confer the title of Mountain God?"
Fang Bi was not in any embarrassment, "Seventh-level low-level players... are more difficult to recruit. Can I use seventh-level ones instead?"
They suppressed me directly and sent Chen Mou to the lower realm.
No matter how hard this guy struggles, he still does something useful.
Where can I go to invite the seventh rank? Do you really think that I am a young master from a noble family, and that the seventh rank inferiors are always here at your beck and call?
That's not a huge difference between the ancient gods and the new gods.
The two talked for a while and then dispersed.
Fang Bi said: "Think of a way. He will heal his wounds first. In terms of materials, he has nothing to worry about."
However, he didn't think carefully, and he would let Chen Mou suffer a loss and avenge today.
Why take off your pants and fart? Don't do this.
"Sir, Mr. Mo came here yesterday and said that Senior Brother Li Xuji was promoted to Yuanying and became the first Lingzhufu in Changzhou."
"Come on, let's go to Mo's Mansion and have breakfast. We'll see each other later. If we go to Mo's house, we'll be merciful."
Xu'er was dressed in festive red, her smile was more beautiful than the flowers, and she flew down to the corridor.
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And after I get the Divine Thunder Spirit Liquid, I have to practice for eight or two years before I can master the skills that I have temporarily developed.
Fang Bi nodded, "There is still no news about whether the divine jade has been sent, so you should speed up your retreat. You still have to go to Taisu Mountain a few times. Two days after Li Feng, I met a seventh-level master who concealed his identity.
Reach a trade agreement and use the longevity pill and other pills in exchange for eight seventh-grade materials."
Yin Shen said: "Your current level of cultivation is sufficient. You cannot compete with Chen Mou in your own territory until you reach the seventh level. As the saying goes, 'the name is right and the word is obedient'. Please find a seventh level low-level player."
, temporarily join the common people world to rectify your name. Your Heji and Zhao Gangya are one, so there is no way to borrow Zhao Gangya's luck to cast spells.
He was worried that if he did not do well, the young master would be struck by lightning.
"It is estimated that eight years ago, Mr. Li needed to stabilize his cultivation and develop his Nascent Soul magic powers."
It's a pity that my spiritual thoughts in the air can only be projected, and their strength is not limited.
Fang Bi smiled and said: "Choose the seventh one, he will be bad for you, and our little family will be bad."
I pondered and deduced until dawn. I stood up and opened the door and walked out of the secret room. After I got the eight seventh-grade materials, I walked to the Thunder Cave and appeared under Shengxian Mountain through the passage. I chatted with the seventh-level low-level players guarding Shengxian Mountain.
chat.
A great monk who can command his own gods has a level of magical power that is top-notch even in the upper world.
If it were an old guy, this would be a real problem.
"What a happy event. Didn't you say when you would leave seclusion?"
Fang Bi returned to Qingfeng Ridge and sat quietly outside the white darkness with his eyes closed.
I haven't figured it out yet. If old man Qingtong really wants to deal with me, he's just going to use those big tricks.
"clear."
Lao Zhu made a ready-made seventh-level perfect demon cultivator.
"There are just a few things. Please, sir, please find a way to solve them."
When Fang Bi saw Xu'er, he temporarily put aside his worries and walked around and talked outside the yard holding his big hands. In the following days, I spent a small part of my time in seclusion.
"Greetings, sir."
Yin Shen originally thought it was a big deal, and said in surprise: "Is it convenient for your family... to go out? You can't come quietly. It will delay you for at least eight or two days, and you won't be able to stay long."
Time is waiting for someone, it is a matter of life, and every link is connected, so you can always travel.
"Seventh level? You are a ready-made low-level player. Who do you think you are looking for?"
"caution."
Xu'er smiled and flew with the young master.
Yin Shen took out a pen and paper, spread it out in the air, wrote a list of materials, and handed it to the young master.
Lao Yuan’s analysis is right. Chen Mou is not my whetstone, or I am Chen Mou’s stepping stone. Since Chen Mou has made his move, I have to think of ways to respond and counterattack. Fortunately, I don’t have my own territory or various manpower now.
It's about being isolated and having help.
Yin Shen was shocked when he heard what he said, and said: "There are only two ways to resolve the Substitute God Technique. One is, you change the way of Shinto and use the way of mutual restraint to let the other party cultivate the Substitute God Technique under you quickly.
Ineffective. Seventh, you use the magic of 'moving wood' to transfer the magic that has been planted under your body to your body. The power of incense is a small supplement to you, and Chen Mou's bamboo basket is in vain."
My current state has just come back from the dead, and I am a few blocks away from Chen Mou's uncanny power.
When the time comes, Chen Mou and I will fight in the air, and the danger will be great.
I thought that there was no surviving remnant soul of a god in the upper world, and I thought that I could meet the next one. I was confused between human beings and human beings. They said they were cultivators of gods and had the power of incense and fire, and they were said to be cultivators of immortals but lacked many spiritual roots. This cultivation level was miserable.
Can't bear to see it.
I'm worried that Chen Mou will give Fang Bi too long, at least ten years.
After hearing Zhao Gang's story, Yuan Hou slapped his chest so hard that the seventh level was nothing.
It is possible to pin all your hopes on the brokerage organization.
I hate the kind of communication where nothing is said in the open.
Fang Bi took Xu'er and flew into the air, heading south.
Yuan Hou looked at me and said: "Didn't you send any news about the divine jade? That matter can be postponed. You are worried about Chen Mouzhong's magic substitute for gods... At present, he can never go to Taisu again.
Mountain, stay away from this Chen Mou and worry about it."
The old man holding a scepter in the temple was walking in the empty hall with a trace of sarcasm on his lips.
You have to be timid and see if you can make a deal directly with the seventh-level low-level players.
In today's environment, whoever's head is caught in the door would leave the bad path of immortality and change to the path of Shinto with an uncertain future, right?
After a brief confrontation, the remnant soul of my veteran god after ten thousand years suffered a small loss in terms of strength, but he also saw through the falsehood of the new god.