Chapter 744 The pheasant anxious for revenge has a wolf in front and a tiger in the back
Qin Yang took out the small book that recorded the white ghost's boasts and roughly browsed through it again. Indeed, there was no mention of the bamboo slips, or even how the Three Body Taoist Lord ended up.
There are a lot of things recorded here and there, many of them are so messy that Qin Yang doesn't even know what they are talking about.
For example, in one article, Bai Gui boasted that when he climbed the Shenqiao, he encountered a fight between three titled Taoists, and he was forced to get involved. In the end, he felt bored and injured one of them, and escaped easily.
This record was written down before his memory was annihilated. Qin Yang naturally knew his own habits very well.
If I knew it, I wouldn't be able to record it in such a confusing way.
What is the Divine Bridge? Who are the three titled Taoists?
As for what the white ghost said about injuring one of them and then running away easily because he found it boring, just listen to such boastful words, but based on his understanding of the white ghost, this fact itself is most likely true.
Looking back now, Qin Yang estimated that the white ghost didn't elaborate at all at that time, and in order to get more information and not to arouse the white ghost's alert, he probably wouldn't ask questions that the white ghost was somewhat resistant to.
There is also the truth about why Bai Gui was almost hacked to death. Bai Gui doesn't seem to want to talk about it. As for watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously, he just followed the commotion, so A happened to chop B down, but C died. Just listen to his nonsense.
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It couldn't be that when the bald man with a hatchet hacked the black shadow to death, he accidentally revealed some of his power and hacked the white ghost to death.
That's nonsense. If the big guy said to cut the eyelashes of your left eye, he wouldn't cut them on your right eyebrow.
Judging from the back on the stone gate, if his guess was correct, the memory of White Ghost Zhanluo fell on the stone gate, then the bald man didn't even look at the White Ghost, as if he didn't even look at it.
Throw in some strength.
It wasn't like he was specifically intending to chop him to death, but more like he was waving his hand casually to ward off flies.
Qin Yang felt that if he thought about it this way, it would fit the image of the bald man with a hatchet in his mind.
After all, no matter how you look at it, the white ghost is not even remotely different from the black shadow in his peak period.
Even White Ghost is far from his peak.
But, no one does it the same way.
Even if the black shadow has no power and can only talk, it is still one level higher than the white ghost.
At least Sombra isn't a mentally disturbed pervert.
After rummaging around but not finding what he was looking for, Qin Yang couldn't help but feel a little regret in his heart.
If I had known better, I shouldn't have killed the white ghost so quickly, and I should have talked about it more.
But this idea is just a pretense that Long Wangshu will have to do afterwards.
If he had to do it again, Qin Yang would still kill the white ghost as soon as possible.
Qin Yang felt a little regretful that he had not figured out the deeper truth.
Thinking of getting another one-word art, even if the book itself is incomplete, it is still a one-word art.
In addition to fear, he also has mourning, worry, and thinking.
Coupled with this is a weakened version of the Twelve Demonic Swords that is suspected to have the power of One Word Jue.
He has quite a lot of skills at his disposal, and he is probably the person with the most number of Yi Zi Jue books in the entire wilderness.
But I can't find the threshold, I can't get in, I can't learn, what can I do?
The only thinking technique he learned was probably because he thought too much, which resulted in the auxiliary magical power of accelerating thinking.
Logically speaking, after getting started, it would be easier to conceive the second magical power of Si Zi Jue than starting from scratch, but I still have no clue.
As soon as this thought came up, Qin Yang stopped it immediately. There was nothing to think about. This was not a method based on talent.
Even the titled Taoist masters can't learn it, so there's no shame in him not being able to learn it.
Taking another look at the coffin in the main hall, Qin Yang still hadn't opened the coffin. It's likely that Yin's burial hadn't been completed yet...
After putting away the main hall, Qin Yang wondered whether it would be inappropriate to go to Lidu and not show up after everyone came back.
Besides, I have to go to the database of the Da Ying royal family.
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In the main hall of the Yue Pheasant lineage of the Buddha Demon Cult, all the people of the Yue Pheasant lineage, whether they are masters or disciples, all gathered here. They silently operated the method and visualized Yue Pheasant.
The smoke of spiritual incense smoke hovered above the main hall, slowly condensing into the shape of a ball. After the shape became more and more solid, you could immediately tell that it was an egg.
Through the smoke, you can see a baby bird inside the egg slowly condensing and taking shape.
Under the statue in the center of the hall, the lifeline talisman of Yue Pheasant is enshrined there.
The Demon Sect's station is sealed, and many experts guard Yue Pheasant's line in order to prevent any unexpected situations from occurring.
This time, their minimum goal has been achieved. At least the pheasant that was originally lost has recovered, and the wings that were devoured by the ferocious beast have also grown back.
Now we only need to let Yue Pheasant reappear in the world, Yue Pheasant can slowly become stronger as before, without any fatal flaws, nor will it affect the practice and visualization of other people in Yue Pheasant's lineage.
As the smoke gathered, the shape slowly became more realistic. The new Yue Pheasant Vein Master stepped forward and lit a purple-gold incense stick.
The light curls of starry smoke, like a gurgling stream, pour into the egg-shaped smoke above. And these starry smoke condenses the various veins of the pheasant in the egg, and
The lifeblood within the lifeline talisman rekindles the vitality of flesh and blood.
The Yue Pheasant Vein Master looked up at the virtual image of smoke above and murmured to himself.
"There aren't many of the Ningshen Incense left by Master Zhanhai back then. No one in the wilderness can refine this kind of thing."
As the Yue Pheasant Vein Lord's words fell, the image of a baby bird condensed in the egg-shaped smoke opened one eye with difficulty. That eye absorbed the starry smoke, and quickly solidified, in a short time.
After a dozen breaths, a dark bird's eye completely condensed.
After condensing an eye, Yue Pheasant impatiently transmitted information. A picture was reflected in that eye, and at the same time, the information was simultaneously transmitted to Yue Pheasant Vein Master.
The picture is the first perspective of the pheasant. It seems to be restrained by something, its head is tilted, and its eyes are staring at a monster in front of it that looks extremely strange and has an extremely weird aura. I don’t know what kind of monster it is.
The transformed monster.
The monster was unruly and extremely arrogant. He looked smiling, but in fact his heart was as solid as ice and he was extremely decisive in doing things.
I only said three sentences to it in total.
"I'll help you get the talisman back. From now on..."
"I am very busy……"
"Business matters, let's kill him."
Death came much faster than the pheasant thought, far beyond its expectation. It originally thought that the other party captured it, either to obtain information or to let it follow.
Who would have thought that the other party would play like this.
Therefore, in the last scene before death, the Yue Pheasant thought of the "business" that the monster said. It tried its best to see the monster's back and where it was going.
But after conveying this bit of information, the condensed eye of Yue Zhi suddenly exploded and turned into smoke again.
Now it can wait slowly for the day when it wakes up again.
The Yue Pheasant Vein Master got the information and immediately passed it on to other masters of the Buddha Sect.
The information delivered is very short, but it is the most critical information.
Who ruined their big deal, who kidnapped the pheasant, and what they wanted to do.
The figure, appearance, and aura of the mastermind behind the scenes are already known, and even his temperament can be roughly guessed.
This kind of monster is the most rebellious and goes its own way, much more unscrupulously than the demonic monks.
"I know where this place is." A bald man with an evil aura said with a stern face.
He threw out a book, and the book opened automatically to one of the pages. There was an illustration on it, which was a mountain that seemed to be split in the middle.
"This place is in the Black Forest Sea. It is the entrance to a fragment of the ancient underworld. In those days, masters from the Demon Buddha lineage once entered and fell inside. No one knows what happened inside."
The masters of the Buddha Demon Sect expressed their opinions on this matter.
Some people say that the monster specially led them to this place.
Some people also say that the monster is too conceited and disdainful.
There must be some secret hidden in that place, and there is a high probability that the monster is in that place.
Anyway, whether you kill or capture, you have to take action sooner rather than later.
Some people also say that the monster obviously knows the Lifeline Talisman very well, but before the Futu Demon Cult in Dahuang, there was no detailed record of the Lifeline Talisman, not even its name.
Even in the Futu Demon Cult, few people know the core secret of the Lifeline Talisman. This monster must also be dealt with.
"Go ahead." A deep voice came to everyone's ears.
The evil bald man bowed.
"I will obey the instructions of the Pulse Master."
The evil bald head turned and left, and the rest of the people had no objections. Anyway, at this time, it is most suitable for the masters of the Demon Buddha lineage to go.
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In the real mirror fragment, Bai Lin is still not dead, but his condition is not very good.
Everything here seemed to be aimed at him.
Neither the rules of this fragment nor the man in black robe holding the umbrella, nor the many big ghosts such as the Netherworld Divine Tree, are any good.
Finally, he was forced to die. Bai Lin broke his cervical vertebrae and let his head hang on his back. His mouth was wide and his tongue turned into a wick, and blue flames spurted out.
Directly burning the soul, he turned himself into an immortal sky lantern, relying on krypton life to force his way through.
Just walking this distance, the price paid was greater than the previous days combined.
Crossing the boundary, Bai Lin flipped to the other side of the Nether Spirit Tree and got himself stuck in the middle of the boundary.
Taking advantage of the moment when day and night rotated, he stretched out one hand, and countless runes appeared on the hand, blurring it into reality. Slowly, the hand seemed to become infinite.
It was as if that hand had crossed a dimension and risen to another level.
There was an ancient mirror with a broken mirror surface. The disembodied hand gently picked off a small mirror fragment from the broken mirror surface.
Bai Lin's eyes were empty, and his consciousness seemed to have disappeared.
When he regained consciousness, there was a palm-sized mirror fragment in his disembodied hand. The shape of the fragment was like an irregular rhombus.
It is like the disembodied hand, like a dream or an illusion, true or false.
Bai Lin quickly took out the mirror base that had been prepared in advance and put the fragment on it.
The fragments were integrated into the base, slowly turning from an irregular shape into a circle, turning into a bronze mirror with an extremely simple atmosphere.
Bai Lin stuffed the bronze mirror directly into his head, took advantage of the daylight to fall, jumped off the Netherworld Sacred Tree, and ran along the world above without even thinking about it.
The entire real world of reflection began to change. A hole appeared in the reflection, thunder roared in it, and cold mist appeared silently.
"Ding……"
With the sound of bells, a man in black robe holding an umbrella appeared from the cold mist.
The man in black robe holding the umbrella stepped on the cold fog and gently turned the oil-paper umbrella in his hand. As the bells jingled, Bai Lin, who was running away frantically, paused, and his body seemed to turn into a phantom.
A phantom with the same soul as him began to lose touch with his body.
Bai Lin's soul roared, and it was instantly pulled back. The soul of a giant shark was torn out of his body and fell into the umbrella of the man in black robe.
Bai Lin's face was pale and his eyes were trembling.
"What the hell is this place? Why is this guy so powerful now? He can actually pull out my soul. How did he find out?"
Bai Lin was so frightened that he didn't even dare to take another look now. Anyway, whenever he was attacked, he would use his soul to block the gun.
One by one, souls flew out of Bai Lin's body and fell into the umbrella of the man in black robe.
Half a day passed, and when Bai Lin saw the exit, he immediately lowered his head, carried on the attack, and rushed out.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his entire back became a blur of flesh and blood, but Bai Lin turned around and saw that the world behind him was gradually moving away.
He rushed out of the crack and collapsed on the ground, and the injuries on his body began to recover rapidly.
He grinned and took out the simple bronze mirror.
"One fragment should be enough."
One of his hands was holding the bronze mirror, and his hand slowly disappeared, and strange power turned into countless runes and poured into the bronze mirror.
Slowly, the surface of the bronze mirror seemed to be flowing with water waves, slowly reflecting a picture.
In the dark world, the back of a little fat man appeared, and he was walking in this dark environment.
Suddenly, the little fat man seemed to sense something. He sneered, took out a piece of something unknown, and put it directly on his face.
When the bronze mirror reflected the front, all he saw was a face whose facial features could not be clearly seen.
Bai Lin was shocked.
But before he could do anything, the little fat man checked himself carefully. He seemed to feel that someone was following him. After checking around, he didn't seem to find anything. The little fat man took out a sword without hesitation.
He wiped his neck, stabbed himself through the heart, and committed suicide on the spot.
In an instant, all the images on the bronze mirror disappeared.
Bai Lin stared blankly at the bronze mirror, completely dumbfounded.
He prides himself on being a ruthless character and can show off his soul power without changing his face.
But he had never seen such a stupid and ruthless person before, and he was really ashamed of himself.
After discovering that all methods were useless, he keenly realized that there was another way to directly cut off the peeps, and this guy actually committed suicide directly.
While Bai Lin was still in a daze, footsteps could be heard in the distance.
A man dressed in black robes, barefoot and bald, full of evil spirits, walked over with a smile on his face.
"My devil is merciful. Donor, you are injured. Let the poor monk help you so that you can get rid of the pain and hardship as soon as possible."
As he finished speaking, he saw the palm of the evil bald head, which was able to grow in the wind, turned into a huge Vajra palm, and slapped Bai Lin's head head-on.