Chapter 360: Say hello to the first wave, and the Le Qiyi who reappears
After lighting the incense and burning the paper money, Qin Yang bowed and bowed.
Zhao Ronghui knelt aside and bowed in return.
Qin Yang stood here, motionless for a long time, feeling sad in his heart.
At this moment, I finally understood why the Underworld Sect Master didn't care about gains and losses at all, because he was just an incarnation, and his stance was not that of the Underworld Sect Master, but that of the Nine-Finger Divine Marquis.
This famous divine prince in the Southern Territory did not achieve his current status through luck. According to legend, he did not rely on the influence of his ancestors, but relied on his own accumulation of merit little by little to climb to the position of the first prince in the Southern Territory.
Qin Yang finally felt the master's skills personally.
This feud must have been forged, and the grudge has also been forged.
Qin Yang has seen the evil sect of the Three Body Treasure Technique many times before, and no one who has mastered this technique has had good results.
There is more than one version of the Three Body Technique that I have obtained, and each one has its own differences.
But one thing Qin Yang can be sure of is that before the death of the Huangquan Sect Master, Gie Lou grabbed his vital point and severely injured him. Now it is not so easy for the Nine Finger Divine Marquis to get the memory of the Huangquan Sect Master. Only by personal contact can he
Maybe some incomplete memories can be retrieved.
The leader of the Huangquan Sect has been in the southern barbarian land for so many years, and has been pretending to be the leader of the Demon Cult for so many years. The information he knows, no matter what, may be crucial to the Nine Fingers Divine Marquis.
More importantly, the leader of the Huangquan Sect is not a fool. In the end, he already knows which step he lost, and maybe he will also know the key to everything.
He must save the Underworld Sect Master before the Nine Finger God Lord takes action, erase everything, and leave no information to him.
But when he actually came here, Qin Yang hesitated again.
In the past two days, the follow-up processing has not yet been completed, and everyone is tense, especially paying full attention to the situation in the south.
Even the big boss of Haili's mansion is not idle, just waiting for what the Nine Finger God Marquis will do.
If he dares to come to the southern barbarian land, he will never be allowed to go back alive.
There is indeed something strange happening in the Southern Territory. The army of the Divine Dynasty is showing signs of mobilization. The families and sects in the Southern Territory also have some strange things that are difficult to conceal. Some have closed their gates tightly, and some have suddenly become more active. These are all things that cannot be concealed.
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But since the death of the leader of the Huangquan Sect, he alone stole the secrets of the two sect leaders and leaked them.
The unusual movements in the southern territory disappeared in an instant.
The Nine-Finger Divine Marquis had no intention of raising troops at all, and even attended the 3,000-year-old birthday banquet of a sect leader.
Now everyone thinks he has given up and everything has returned to calm.
Even the big men in the building think that the Nine-Finger Divine Marquis will not take any action if he has some sense now, and he will even distance himself from the connection between the Nanman incident and himself.
Only Qin Yang didn't think so. This man had worked so hard and couldn't do nothing after failure.
Just as Qin Yang felt the importance of some information, Qin Yang felt that the same was true for the Nine-fingered Divine Marquis.
Even if he does nothing else, he will get back the memory of his incarnation.
The reason why Qin Lou didn't point out that Mo Tingliu was an incarnation was because the Three Body Treasure Technique was taboo, and Qin Yang didn't talk about it casually, because the less people knew about it, the better.
In the entire southern barbarian land, only a handful of people knew about this.
And this is why the burial was carried out normally, but few people came to the door, and no one from outside came to express their condolences.
Mo Tingliu was still being blamed for this, and everyone thought it was Mo Tingliu who did it, not the incarnation.
Qin Yang stepped forward, looked at Mo Tingliu's body in the coffin, reached out and opened his hand on his abdomen, put the old letter into his hand, and murmured to himself.
"Debts will be wiped out after death. This letter should be the only one you wrote during your lifetime. If it is not necessary, you will not take out this letter, but nothing else..."
The moment he touched it and felt that the skill could be used, he confirmed that Mo Tingliu was dead, and Qin Yang felt relieved.
But at this moment, he resisted and did not take action.
Just now, when he looked at this matter from the perspective of the Nine-finger Divine Marquis, Qin Yangcai suddenly realized something.
He was able to transcend Mo Tingliu, erase all memories, erase all traces, so that all the information obtained by the Nine Finger Divine Lord could only be obtained from other places, and could not obtain Mo Tingliu's memory, or even
I can't get some of Mo Tingliu's ideas either.
It seemed like it was settled once and for all, but looking at it from the other party's perspective, Qin Yang suddenly discovered something else.
That is the matter of salvation itself. It is nothing but the only trace.
Only now did he have the opportunity to come into contact with Mo Tingliu's body, and among the few others who came to express their condolences, there was the Nine-Finger Divine Marquis.
Is there someone waiting now, waiting to see who will erase these traces?
If the other party notices at this time that the traces have been completely erased.
The target of the attack is Qin Yang.
After Qin Yang was shocked, he realized that he was also a mortal, and like ordinary people, he would think according to the thoughts of normal people.
There are only a few people who know that Mo Tingliu is the incarnation.
Jilou must have known what the Nine Finger Divine Lord could get from the corpse, so he took action.
And I once used skills to erase traces. When I was in the Black Forest Sea, I used skills for insurance and fear that people would track me down.
At that time, I had disguised my identity and my actions were too suspicious. Someone would definitely come to investigate, but they were destined to find nothing.
If the other party knew about it, would there be such a person in the southern barbarian land with such means?
After Mo Ting died, this person would definitely come to erase the things left by the incarnation as soon as possible.
This is what normal people think, what normal people will think of, and what the authorities will do immediately when they are obsessed.
After Qin Yang thought about it for a while, he decisively gave up and saved Mo Tingliu now.
The effect of the skill is really great. After the transformation, it is really blank and nothing will be left.
Qin Yang himself had also tested it with Qin Tian Baojian, and this feature was indeed a bit obvious.
After thinking about it again and again, Qin Yang let go of his hand and turned to look at Lu Uren.
Speaking of which, the person who should not die the most is Lu Churen. He did nothing but did his best to complete the first true biography.
Seeing a sword mark on Lu Uren's cheek, Qin Yang sighed, took out a tool, filled up his remains, and took a look to see if he was really dead.
After doing this, Qin Yang turned around and left without stopping at all.
Compared with the danger of the Nine Finger Divine Lord getting his memory, it is even more dangerous if the Nine Finger Divine Lord knows that he has the means of salvation.
The lesser of two harms, I can only take a risk and see if my worries will really appear, and whether the Nine Finger God Lord will appear quietly when others think he will not appear.
Time passed little by little, and the seven days of condolences came to an end soon.
The burial ceremony also began.
Mo Tingliu can be buried in his ancestral land because Mo Tingliu has indeed done a lot for the Huangquan Demon Sect during his years in office. At least the Huangquan Demon Sect has never suffered any losses and is still climbing upwards on the whole.
But what happened before is considered a crime of treason in the Huangquan Demon Sect, and the act of betraying the Huangquan Demon Sect is an unforgivable crime.
In the end, Patriarch Cui stood up and spoke, and Mo Tingliu was allowed to enter the ancestral land, but he could not be buried with the treatment of a sect leader, and could only be buried with the standards of an ordinary disciple.
The only person carrying the coffin and supporting the spirit was Zhao Ronghui.
He was different from Lu Churen. He felt that Mo Tingliu had done something wrong, so he would not help Mo Tingliu die, but he also felt that since he had the status of master and disciple, it was right to carry Mo Tingliu's coffin and support his soul at this moment.
He carried the coffin alone and went straight from the mourning hall to the ancestral home, followed by some people who came to see him off.
After the group left, the mourning hall was empty except for an old man who was about to die of old age. He was taking care of the mourning hall and put away all the items until he put away a bronze mirror in the corner.
The old man tried his best to open his eyes, took out a silver mirror, looked at the silver mirror with turbid eyes, and saw a picture emerging on the silver mirror, as if everything that happened in the mourning hall in the past few days was played backwards.
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In just a few breaths, the image on the silver mirror disappeared. The old man took a deep breath, packed up his things, and staggered away.
Arriving at a remote courtyard inside the Demon Sect, the old man was lying on a chair, his breathing beginning to weaken.
"Uncle Tian, are you here? I'll give you something..."
Outside the door, a young disciple shouted and pushed the door open.
The old man couldn't help but put the silver mirror into his hand.
"Let's find a way to send it out. The old man's life span has been exhausted. It can be regarded as a last effort for the Lord. Tell the Lord that everything is normal."
After saying this, the old man took out a breath with difficulty, made a decisive decision, and became silent.
The young man took the silver mirror and put it away. He looked sad and nodded heavily.
After a while, the young man came back and brought several people to the old man's small house. One of the middle-aged men looked at the old man's body and sighed.
"I originally thought that Lao Tian could live for a year and a half, but I didn't expect that this man would be gone as soon as he said goodbye. Hey, don't even look at it. Come and help him and bury him..."
No one will care about a bad old man who has no talent and will only reach the Three-Yuan realm when he grows old and dies. He only handles chores and serves others, and does not even have the status of a disciple.
Even if he died, few people would know.
Naturally, Qin Yang didn't know that he suddenly walked away without following the normal thinking, and there was actually someone staying there.
The other party also knows that during the past few days of condolences, many people will come, and this is the best opportunity to erase traces.
Qin Yang did not save Mo Tingliu. Naturally, the inconspicuous old man spent the last bit of his life to activate the treasure and could easily look back on the events of the previous few days.
Just when Mo Sect was bringing Mo Tingliu and Lu Uren to the ancestral ground for burial, the seemingly ordinary silver mirror had also been taken out by the young disciple while he was out doing business.
After wandering around, in the simple underground palace, a man in black knelt on the ground, holding a silver mirror in his hand. In front of the map, a human figure appeared.
"Sir, the leader of the Huangquan Sect has been buried. The spies inside the sect have also exhausted their lifespan. They used treasures to look back to the past few days. Everything was normal. No one took action to erase the traces. The few people you asked your subordinates to pay attention to are all here.
It doesn’t matter.”
"I know, you can go down."
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On the other side, Qin Yang came back from the Huangquan ancestral land and saw that the white cloth and white flags had been removed from the original mourning hall, the memorial tablet had also been moved away, and the last trace of existence left by the former sect leader was gone.
I am afraid that many people in the Demon Sect have complained about what the sect leader did. Otherwise, they would have torn down the mourning hall as soon as the coffin was taken away.
Zhao Ronghui looked at the empty lobby, with no trace of a mourning hall, and turned to look at the people around the lobby.
"Who tore this down?"
In a word, those disciples who were still cleaning the surrounding area suddenly turned pale.
The sect master died, and the first true heir also died. Zhao Ronghui, the second true heir, had an infinite chance of succeeding as the sect leader. Naturally, his status and identity were not comparable to those in the past.
Qin Yang sighed, patted Zhao Ronghui on the shoulder, and shook his head at him.
This kind of matter cannot be decided by some disciples. It is obviously ordered by the higher-ups.
"If you demolish the mourning hall, at least keep the spiritual tablet. Where is the spiritual tablet?" Qin Yang looked around and asked the disciples here.
After looking around, no one answered, and Zhao Ronghui's face began to look a little ugly.
Just as he was about to take the blame and leave a bad impression in front of the boss, a disciple quickly opened his mouth to explain.
"Master Qin, I really don't know where to put the memorial tablet. The mourning hall was decorated by Old Man Tian and he also cleaned it. But after he finished cleaning it, he went back and died..."
"Dead? Why did you die?"
"Old man Tian was about to die of old age. Last year, someone showed him that he might live for another two years. Who would have thought that he would die today. This disciple really doesn't know anything..."
Qin Yang's pupils shrank slightly...
Last year, he lived for two years, but today, he still had at least one and a half years to live. Why did he suddenly die?
And if you want to use a treasure such as the Qin Tian Baojian to look back into the past and investigate the past, you need to consume lifespan.
If there is no interference, the closer the date of retrieval is, the smaller the consumption will be.
He wanted to see the body of old man Tian, but Qin Yang gave up as soon as the thought came to his mind.
If the guess is true, there is no need to touch the body to see if you can get important information.
If the guess is wrong, touching the corpse will not be worth the loss.
As soon as his thoughts changed, Qin Yang waved to those disciples.
"Why don't you look for it quickly?"
Those disciples rolled away as if they had been granted amnesty.
Zhao Ronghui said nothing and left alone, coming to the cliff where he used to drink.
Qin Yang followed him and poured wine for him, but Zhao Ronghui grabbed the wine bottle and drank heavily.
"I'm drunk, but if you drink a little or a little, you won't feel happy, so don't die here." After Zhao Ronghui took a few big sips, Qin Yang took the wine bottle and put it away.
Zhao Ronghui said nothing, took out his wine gourd and continued drinking.
"Okay, it's not like you don't understand the situation inside the door. The sect leader was at fault first. If someone hadn't noticed something was wrong in advance, not only would the sect leader have fallen this time, but the demon sect would have been taken to the sewer.
It is normal for people to have complaints..."
"I just feel unhappy..." Zhao Ronghui said with a sullen face...
"I know that your relationship with the sect master is not as good as that between Lu Churen and the sect master. Before, you felt that the sect master made a big mistake. You didn't want to help, and you knew that it would be useless. But now that the person is dead, you don't want others to do it.
You must be uncomfortable with humiliating him in this way."
"Yes, I just don't understand why he would do this."
"There are so many things you don't understand. Why haven't you been so entangled before? Drink your wine, and then be your current number one true successor. If you really don't want the Demon Sect to decline, just think about how to be a good sect leader.
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Qin Yang sighed secretly and did not tell Zhao Ronghui the truth. At least now, with Zhao Ronghui's temperament, he was really not suitable to know the truth.
When one day he really takes the position of sect leader and becomes a qualified sect leader, someone will tell him.
At night, Zhao Ronghui was still drinking here, but Qin Yang left.
I sent a letter to the old lady Hexiao, briefly explaining my speculation that the Nine-fingered Divine Marquis might appear.
When old lady He Xiao knew that Mo Tingliu had been killed a long time ago and had never given up, nor had he changed, her senses were naturally different.
Although the old lady He Xiao was not very willing at the time, she later saw Mo Tingliu's intentions and acquiesced. Now she knows that everything was a misunderstanding and everything was because of the Nine Finger Divine Marquis.
Given such an opportunity, he might trick the Nine Finger God Marquis and kill him. With the temper of the filial old lady, how could he let it go.
Sure enough, within two hours, Qin Yang noticed that a snake-shaped talisman in his arms lit up. After activating it, he saw that the space in his yard was distorted, and a black snake came out of it.
The snake's mouth opened, and old woman He Xiao appeared with a sullen face, and behind him, Gulou followed helplessly...
Obviously, it was the old lady He Xiao who forced Glou to come over.
"Senior, I'm sorry. It's just that I think it's better to be careful."
"He may not dare to appear." Qie Lou shook his head, knowing very well that at this time, it was unlikely that the Nine-Finger Divine Marquis would dare to appear.
"If you don't want to, just leave and don't make any noise here." The old woman He Xiao shouted sharply, and Glou immediately stopped talking.
With Qin Yang, the traitor, and the methods of these two, no one can really discover them.
The three of them came all the way to the ancestral land, hiding their bodies and auras, and stayed here.
For three days in a row, nothing happened, and Qin Yang couldn't help but wonder if he was worrying too much.
It was not until late at night on the third day, when the sky was starting to get dark, that old woman Hexiao and Gelou, who had their eyes closed, opened their eyes at the same time.
"You are really brave!" Old Granny He Xiao shouted loudly, holding a snake-head staff in her hand, she stepped forward and disappeared into the void.
"He really dares to come." Glou's face became a little confused, and he followed the old lady Hexiao into the void.
Qin Yang's eyelids twitched, and he stayed alone in the ancestral land. Looking at the empty and gloomy place, he gave a thumbs up to the Nine-Finger Divine Marquis in his heart.
The Nine-Finger Divine Marquis has really fought his way to this position bravely, and his courage is really extraordinary.
The two people who were chasing after him.
One is an old woman who wants to bite him alive with thousands of insects and has a bad temper...
One was a boss who was slapped in the face on the spot just a few days after he finished pretending to be cool, and was able to defeat him to death...
This Nine-fingered Divine Marquis will not be able to live well even if he doesn't die.
But at this time, Qin Yang made a seal and easily broke through the formation on Mo Tingliu's tomb.
This tomb was just the size of an ordinary disciple's, so it was easy to separate the earthen bags and open the coffin lid without any trouble.
He took the letter in Mo Tingliu's hand and tried to pick it up again, but it still didn't work.
But this time, a layer of blazing white flame appeared in Qin Yang's palm, and a touch of orange shone at the tip of the flame tongue.
It is Wutong Yan.
When the flames burned this seemingly ordinary letter, a layer of golden light emerged, blocking the flames.
"If you don't come out, I will kill you." A hint of understanding appeared in Qin Yang's eyes, and he sneered.
The golden light floated on the letter, slowly converging into a golden insect.
The insect has two antennae and three antennae-like tails. It is golden in color and looks like a millipede, but has only six legs. It also looks like a watermelon insect, but is slightly skinny.
The little insect huddled up into a ball, resisting the Wutong flames with its outer shell, and fell into Qin Yang's other hand.
But the letter can be directly refined this time.
After refining the letter, Qin Yang put it back into Mo Tingliu's hand, refining it, and then touched it casually, taking out three light balls, one white, one blue, one purple, and patted them into his head.
Afterwards, the tomb was immediately restored to its original appearance.
At this time, Qin Yang stared at the golden little insect.
"My flame is the phoenix tree flame. The phoenix tree of Fengqi Wutong has a hint of the true meaning of the phoenix tail flame. Even though you are a strange creature, you are also a member of the five insects. This fire is enough to extinguish the ashes of your burning, or
Accept the Lord or die, you choose one."
The golden bug gave in decisively and spit out a golden rune. Qin Yang dropped a drop of blood essence and fell into the rune, and the rune returned to the golden bug's body.
Immediately, Qin Yang realized that there was a slight connection between himself and Xiaochong.
After the Wutong flames dispersed, Xiao Chong lay motionless on the back of his hand. Qin Yang stretched out his hand, took out a book and handed it to Xiao Chong.
The insect's antennae were shaking non-stop, its mouth opened and closed, but it didn't dare to move.
"Eat."
With Qin Yang's permission, I saw the little bug and threw it into the book. After a few breaths, I saw the writing on the book disappeared completely and turned into a blank book. The little bug flew back again and landed in Qin's book.
On the back of Yang's hand, two tentacles touched each other, and there was a burst of joy.
Qin Yang smiled, took out a glass bottle, put it in it, and put it away.
Ever since the jade cicada couldn't be refined last time and it was discovered that there was a trace of someone else's power left in it, Qin Yang had also thought about whether it was also in this letter.
But this is just an ordinary letter, which cannot carry much power at all. Besides, several big guys who have dealt with it can't see what the problem is, so Qin Yang rejected this guess.
In addition, after being hit by the Heart-Eating Gu before, which was a living thing and could not be refined, Qin Yang thought of another possibility.
Since this letter may have been used as a listening device by the Underworld Sect Master, he cannot refine it, and several big bosses have not found anything...
Qin Yang thought of another possibility. If the letter itself was okay, there might be a creature in it that no one could find.
On that day, I returned this old letter to its original owner. On the one hand, I wanted to return it, but on the other hand, I was actually worried that the Nine Fingers Divine Lord might also be sensitive to this thing.
But just now, the other meaning of this letter has disappeared and turned into something meaningful only to Mo Tingliu. Qin Yang can naturally experiment with peace of mind.
Who would have thought that after conducting an experiment, they discovered that there really was a living being in this letter, and it was a silverfish.
Silverfish, also called bookworms, are a kind of strange creatures that live in books and feed on the contents of books, but they themselves cannot understand the contents at all.
So historically speaking, who is a bookworm is actually just scolding someone for being a bookworm...
If there is a book beetle, everything can be explained.
It cannot be refined, and the letter itself does not carry any power. After the bookworm is integrated into the words, it is no different from the words themselves, and the big guys cannot find it.
Now that it is confirmed that it is a book beetle, there is no need to think about its previous owner. It must be Mo Tingliu and has nothing to do with the Nine Finger Divine Marquis.
If Qin Yang still has anything to be polite about, he should stop immediately.
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On the other side, in the void, a figure moves around, like stars shining, changing position every time it shines.
Behind him, Gie Lou had a long face and drank in a deep voice.
"Soul Soul."
In an instant, as soon as the words were spoken, an inexplicable force suddenly appeared in the void. The power to suppress the soul penetrated the void and suppressed the human figure.
The man paused and froze on the spot. At the same time, he saw the black snake transformed into a snake-head staff in the old woman He Xiao's hand, and bit it in one bite.
At the critical moment, a big seal appeared on the man's body.
The seal is entirely black and gold, with a carving of a tiger descending from the mountain entrenched on it.
I saw a flash of light above the big seal, and a completely different kind of pressure emerged. Above the man's head, the phantom of a white-fronted tiger suddenly appeared.
The white tiger raised its head to the sky and roared, its iron-blooded murderous aura rising into the sky, causing the stars to shine and the evil energy to evaporate in the sky.
"He has the national fortune protection body of the Great Ying Dynasty, let your snake poison come back." Qie Lou shouted in a deep voice, his face was as heavy as water, he wrote two simple and desolate characters in the air with blood, and shouted again in a low voice.
: "Sacrifice!"
The bloody light penetrated the white tiger's shadow and entered the man's body. In an instant, a trace of blood-colored flames that seemed to be illusory enveloped the man.
At the same time, evil spirits gathered, the white tiger's shadow suddenly shattered, and the man disappeared.
"Let's go quickly. He triggered the official seal just now, which will definitely attract the attention of the patrolling angels of the Great Ying Dynasty."
The old lady Hexiao couldn't help but drag her away.
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Before Qin Yang could check the skill book he touched, Glou and the old lady Hexiao escaped from the void.
"What a shame, I let him run away!" He Xiao, the old woman, angrily stopped the snake-head staff in her hand, with a look of reluctance on her face.
"He secretly sneaked into the southern barbarian land, and he dared to use the official seal. There will definitely be attention from the patrol angels. As long as the patrol angels appear, no matter what, it is impossible to watch him fall. And if we kill the patrol angels, it will be considered as a proactive act.
Rules will definitely lead to chaos."
"I just don't want to give up. I finally had a chance and he died here. No one could say anything, but now I let him run away!"
"Don't worry, I just saw it clearly. He has indeed cultivated the three-body magic. There is a flaw. If he is caught in the fire of sacrifice, he will not die but will be disabled. The flaw will become bigger. If he sees it again next time, he will immediately
You can make him die suddenly!"
Although Gelou said that, his face didn't look very good...
Qin Yang didn't speak at the side, but he understood the final result.
"Senior Hexiao, there is no need to worry. I gave him a bloody lesson. In fact, it is enough. I think after this time, as long as he cherishes his life, he will never dare to appear in the southern barbarian land again."
As he comforted the old lady Hexiao and glanced at the building, Qin Yang couldn't help but slander him secretly. The boss' face was so ugly. It was probably because he had just been slapped in the face after pretending...
The result of the stay was not too bad, and the three of them left the ancestral land together.
When leaving, Qin Yang looked back at Mo Tingliu's tomb, then at the building, and secretly apologized in his heart.
Even if we were to take a step back, if the Nine-fingered Divine Marquis had the audacity to come again and find nothing, he would think it was the handiwork of the boss of the building...
Anyway, this time the boss finally pretended to be cool, but was slapped in the face by the Nine-Finger Divine Lord. The boss probably didn’t mind taking the blame. Most likely, he just wished that the Nine-Finger Divine Lord would show up again soon...
Then beat him to death.
After the three of them went back, the two bosses left quietly, and Qin Yang returned to his house and began to tap into the previous gains.
Three light balls, all of which are books.
The white ones, as expected, are indeed full of information.
And all of them are related to the Nine Finger Divine Lord, but they don’t have much connection. There are a lot of scattered pieces, and they are not used now. We can only use this information to understand the real story from the side.
Nine-finger god.
After all, when you are in contact with your own incarnation, whether you are talking or doing things, all aspects will definitely be more real than the Nine-Finger Divine Lord in front of others.
Qin Yang didn't want to take another look at the blue ball of light just after seeing the name.
It was another three-body treasure technique. It was not much different from the previous ones, but the details were a little different. Qin Yang didn't look at it carefully.
But the purple book at the end is what Qin Yang cares about the most.
It is a magical power and a method of refining treasures, called form transformation.
It's the trick that Mo Tingliu used before. You can use magical powers to transform into another person. There are some differences between it and changing shape.
Transformation focuses on changing the appearance, body shape, breath, voice, true energy fluctuations, etc., while this magical power of transformation focuses on disguising the inner self, and can even be refined to high altitudes to reveal the true form of the soul.
Change accordingly.
But there are also disadvantages, that is, the method of pretending to be practiced by others is fake after all, and it is easy to be seen through when encountering the real thing.
The method of refining the magic weapon is for supplementation and perfection. You can peel off human skin, refine it into a magic weapon, and wear it on yourself to make up for many shortcomings.
On that day, if Mo Tingliu hadn't practiced the Transformation Realm himself, and had practiced the Three Body Treasure Technique, his shortcomings would have been so great that Gelou would have seen through it.
After watching for a while, Qin Yang opened his eyes, feeling quite regretful.
I thought it was a forceful attack method. After I learned it, I could go further and further on the road of Master. From now on, I would never have to fight with others again.
Unexpectedly, it is just an auxiliary method.
What kind of assistant should I be? If I want to be an output position, I have to be a master.
Although this thing is quite useful to me...
Others don't pretend to be like it, but I can learn it directly without pretending at all. Anyway, I am not afraid of the disadvantages of having too many ways to practice, as long as the Taoist foundation can bear it.
As for skinning or forgetting it, I am known to be kind-hearted and eager for justice. In the past, I always pretended to be dead people, or I pretended to be someone I didn't even know who...
Nowadays, people who are determined to become Dharma masters cannot do such rough work as skinning people.
After recruiting the book beetle, he fed it some rubbed books and let it eat a small amount first. Qin Yang touched his chin and looked in the direction of the ancestral land.
I really wanted to see Lu Uren, but this time I let the boss of the building take the blame for Mo Tingliu. To save Lu Uren again would be superfluous...
After thinking about it, I decided to forget it for the time being and bury them all. I am not the kind of scumbag whose life hobby is to dig graves.
Besides, the luck that has been accumulated for so long is not very good. I have not heard that Lu Churen has practiced any powerful killing techniques. Maybe he has found an auxiliary technique after going there...
Let's continue to accumulate character and wait until later to see if we can find a boss who can only kill and a powerful offensive power that can create fireballs from a distance.
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In the days that followed, Qin Yang basically had nothing to do. He just stayed in the Demon Sect and worked as a salted fish. When he had time, he began to study the classics collected by Patriarch Cui.
Of course, they are all secret techniques such as forceful attack and killing...
Since he couldn't touch it, Qin Yang made up his mind to learn it slowly by himself. Although it was a little slower, but with Cui Laozu, a scientist in the world of immortality, he could just ask if he didn't understand. There would be no problem in understanding.
The situation in the Southern Barbarians has never been better, and conflicts and conflicts between various forces have become much less frequent.
The only people who didn't live a good life were the Jiu people.
These guys jumped out before, thinking that they could get some credit from the tailwind, but who would have thought that they fell into a big hole due to the tailwind.
The master who jumped out last time has been in a miserable state recently. He either escaped to the sea or was beaten to death.
But this time, the Buddha Demon Sect has completely ceased its activities, closed its gates, and is cultivating its health.
The Huangquan Demon Sect has not closed its doors. In fact, it is not much different. The sect leader is dead, and the things the sect leader did have offended many people.
If it weren't for the Li people, no one would say anything about the Huangquan Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect's vitality was seriously injured, but the foundation is still there, and there is still a recent trend.
It's unlikely that someone will start to take advantage of the Underworld Demon Sect.
After three months of such a smooth journey, Zhao Ronghui became the number one true successor within the sect. He was not allowed to inherit the position of sect leader. Instead, with the help of some senior officials, he was asked to take over the previous work of Lu Churen. First, he tried to
Come take care of things.
Whether we can take over or not will be decided later based on the overall situation.
At this time, Qin Yang received the news of the door being stolen.
Old Man Wei was seriously injured and on the verge of death, so he asked him to come back quickly to see him one last time.
Qin Yang was shocked when he received the news from the door-stealer. He quickly took out the portrait and clicked on Zhu Youxiang.
But there was no response from Old Wei's portrait this time.
The portrait of Master Meng was replaced again, and Master Meng, who looked like a young and handsome man in the portrait, walked out with a heavy look on his face.
"Your master has been severely injured and is helpless. Come back quickly. Your master has something to tell you personally."
"Oh." Qin Yang replied expressionlessly.
"What are you doing? Your master is about to die."
"Uncle Meng, I have always been curious about one thing. If you are so good at lying, how could you teach such a shameless scumbag like Zhang Zhengyi?"
"I don't understand what you are saying!" Meng Yi was startled, shaking his head and pretending to be stupid.
"Pull it down quickly..." Qin Yang sighed and pointed to another portrait hanging nearby: "Uncle Meng, I just called the unreliable old man Wei, but he didn't respond, so I called him instead.
You, why are you here so soon? Why haven't I seen you so soon before? Are you just waiting for me to find you? Where is Old Wei, is he nearby?"
"Ahem..." Meng Yi had some embarrassment on his face: "Don't you think that you have been making trouble in the southern barbarian land for so long and you have been fine recently? It's time for you to come back and recognize yourself. Don't wait for your master.
You are so naive, you haven’t recognized the door yet, that’s not good, don’t you think so?”
"Okay, okay, I've been fine lately anyway. I'm just a disciple here, and with the identity of the ghost captain, if I really go to the Great Ying Dynasty, no one will blatantly kill a junior like me.
, go ahead. But, Uncle Meng, next time you two are acting, when I call you, count a hundred silently in your mind, and then respond to make it more realistic. Don't just call me, you will
There is a response.”
"Don't worry, everything has been arranged for you here. In just a few days, someone will bring you to the southern border, and no one will target you." Meng Yi also knew that the performance could not continue, so he simply admitted it.
After he finished speaking, he asked again: "Do you know what your junior brother Zhang is doing recently? Is he crazy? Why is he still robbing tombs?"
"Junior Brother Zhang? I don't know? I haven't seen you for a long time. Junior Brother Zhang has honed his skills as a lifelong hobby. In order to better inherit the legacy of Uncle Meng, he has lost his sense of proportion. It's too much. I'm sorry.
I saw him for the first time, so I will definitely kill him once for Master Meng as punishment."
"Forget it, just kill him, let him take it easy, don't be so crazy..."
After the conversation ended, Qin Yang put away the portrait and wondered why Zhang Zhengyi was still doing archeology like crazy...
What a scumbag who is not afraid of death...
After another two days, Qin Yang finally knew how Uncle Meng had arranged it...
"Uncle Qin, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you?"
A young man with an ordinary appearance but a calm temperament. After seeing Qin Yang, he immediately clasped his hands and bowed as soon as he entered the gate.
"Le Qiyi?" Qin Yang recalled, wasn't this the very polite young man he saw when the Yinquan was opened last time.
"Uncle Qin has a good memory. He still remembers this junior after so long."
Qin Yang stared at Le Qiyi for a long time, then stretched out a hand and put it on his shoulder.
A strange aura appeared on Le Qiyi's body, and a hint of surprise immediately appeared in Qin Yang's eyes. Sure enough, it was the dragon blood magic.
At this moment, I finally understood why Le Qiyi helped me the last time I tricked someone from the Huangquan lineage.
"Is your father the Marquis of Ruyang?"
"Uncle Qin's eyes are like a torch, he is my father."