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The ninth and forty-sixth chapter join hands with twelve, the ancestor who does not believe in evil

After shouting for a long time, there was still no response, so Qin Yang woke up helplessly.

To be honest, if I could contact the autistic dream master, why would I have to put in so much effort?

When he was in the Realm of the Dead, he could contact people in the wilderness through the Dream Master's territory, and now he can naturally contact people in the opposite direction.

But here's the problem. If he wants to dial the number, he must first go through the Dream Master and pass through the Dream Master's territory.

It is a place that the Dream Master has absolute control over. It is between existence and non-existence. No one can do anything to her. It is definitely the most perfect place for autism in the world.

Dream Master was really annoyed with him at first. Back then, he had no choice but to hold his nose and open the door. Now that he is alive and his real body can no longer survive, Dream Master probably smiled crookedly.

After Qin Yang woke up, he had nothing to regret. He just had the idea of ​​​​hitting the ball with or without dates.

Anyway, he had already noticed that it would be a bit difficult to find a normal person in the Twelfth Division.

Now let’s see if the new idea can be realized.

With Twelve, ghosts can be saved in a normal way. If this can be achieved, then maybe we won’t have to be so tired.



In the realm of the dead, the cowardly ghost king followed the members of the Taoist sect with low eyebrows, following each other through the ancient times.

In the endless void, more and more fragments can be seen, and more and more ancient worlds have appeared.

In addition, there are also parts that do not belong to the ancient world, and they have also begun to appear in the realm of the dead.

The old grievances are still continuing without any surprise, and the strong men who have appeared have begun to unite with each other.

The fastest growing force is undoubtedly the power of Emperor Fengdu, but the best growing force is the Taoist sect.

These geniuses built the Naihe Bridge and the Tower of Babel. After arriving here, they accelerated the remodeling of the old place of Dao Sect. Now some of the former style can be seen.

As long as the fallen members of the Taoist sect appear in the realm of the dead, whether it is the sea of ​​suffering or the land of hell, no matter where it is, there will be people from the Taoist sect throughout the entire process of advancement.

It couldn't be easier for them to gather their former disciples.

The cowardly ghost king was escorted and arrived at the old place of Taoism without any danger.

Entering the mountain gate, the Coward Ghost King was trembling with fear all the way, his eyes trembling non-stop. Even the weakest person in the entire mountain gate could now stare him to death with one glance.

He didn't know that no matter how weak he was, he might not have appeared in the realm of the dead yet.

There is no one who can appear under the Dharmakaya during his lifetime.

The Coward King was led through the long staircase in the middle to the main hall, where the Patriarch was already waiting.

"Grandmaster, the ghost king sent by the sect master has arrived."

As soon as the word "sect master" came out, the cowardly ghost king immediately became even more cowardly. That big guy who he didn't feel was very strong at all turned out to be the sect leader of these big guys, so he must be the strongest one.

"The little ghost, Third Brother Song, has met the Lord. The little ghost has been ordered by Lord Qin Yang and Qin to deliver a message."

The cowardly ghost king bowed to him honestly. After he finished, he touched himself and said honestly.

"Excuse me, sir, but I don't know how to take it out."

The Patriarch looked at this ghost king who had no life, but had ghostly aura, and was not a dead soul, and clicked his tongue.

His eyes seemed to see through the Coward King, and then he frowned and saw nothing.

He stretched out a finger and touched the forehead of the Coward King.

In an instant, he saw a peach petal condensing inside the body of the Coward King, then breaking out of his body, turning into a glass bottle and flying out, hitting him in the face.

The Patriarch stretched out his hand to grab the bottle, but saw that the bottle went directly through his hand and exploded on his face.

At the same time, a scroll appeared and was spread out in front of him.

"Old Patriarch, if you can see it, that would be the best. If you can't see it, the rest is probably of no use.

I'm alive, hey.

Last time I gave Tai Wei the last blow, and now I accidentally killed Tai Hao. This time I offended Tai Yi to death. He wanted to kill me, and just sitting there waiting for death is definitely not my style. So, I want to win over him now.

Point people.

After much thought, profit is of course the simplest and crudest, but very effective method.

The best benefit is, of course, inheritance.

If you are a big boss in the Taoist sect who didn't leave a legacy back then, but who wants to leave a legacy now, you can try to reply to the letter.

Anyway, I don’t see any restrictions in the Realm of the Dead that should not be passed lightly.

When the time comes, I will help the boss leave a legacy.

After all, this is the inheritance of the Taoist sect. If eggs are not put in one basket, if something happens again in the future, the Taoist sect at least does not have to worry about the incense being cut off. How great.

In the first wave, of course the Taoist sect will be considered first. If there are other big guys later who want to leave a legacy, of course they are also welcome.

Of course you can see these premises, and you can reply to the letter, and you can also bring the method with you.

If you can't read or reply to the letter, then everything is in vain.

Oh, by the way, if you can see it, I can arrange for this little ghost king to help deliver the letter, but it is not easy to go and never return."

The Patriarch looked at Qin Yang talking a lot, squinting his eyes and laughing.

He also didn't understand how Qin Yang could bring information like this.

In fact, if this shrinking little ghost king can come here, he can bring information.

But he still did it like this. The founder probably understood that it was for the convenience of replying to the letter.

His thoughts flashed quickly, and then he saw his thoughts fly out, automatically writing a thin animal skin letter and stuffing it into a glass bottle that appeared out of thin air.

Before he could do anything, the bottle had disappeared.

The Patriarch was a little stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.



Qin Yang stretched out and looked up at the sky of Silver Moon Realm. There was no sun and he really couldn't like it. It was like the Realm of the Dead.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a drifting bottle appear out of thin air and hit him in the face.

Qin Yang instantly became expressionless, waiting to be hit, and then suddenly reacted.

Eh?

Twelve have all lived in the White Jade God's Gate, where did the drift bottle come from?

As soon as the thought occurred, the white jade divine door appeared, and the drifting bottle immediately turned a corner and submerged into the white jade divine door.

Twelve's voice also appeared in his mind at the same time.

"Good sir, the letter you wanted to send has been delivered to the other party, and he has also replied."

"Huh? You can receive a reply even through life and death?"

"It didn't work before, but it does now. As long as it's delivered to your hands for the first time, it's fine."

"Then let me see."

After Qin Yang finished speaking, some words began to appear on the white jade divine door.

"ah?

What?

What kind of magical power is this? Is the sect master so powerful?

Reply, then I have to think about it, it is rare that the sect owner wants to do something."

Qin Yang's face darkened and he continued to look down.

"Hey, of course there's nothing wrong with giving benefits, and inheritance doesn't matter. Most people in the Taoist sect don't care about themselves.

Each of these younger generations were too lazy to leave a legacy and teach their disciples, but now they are better.

After everyone died, not much inheritance was left behind, and the better ones only left a few classics, which were all left to the younger generations to understand.

When they wanted to leave a legacy, the three turtle grandsons did another evil thing.

Then if you want it, let me think about it, I can give you a lot. Since you want to leave a legacy and fight against the Emperor of Heaven, the best thing is of course the Taoist Scriptures.

But this Dao Sutra, even though I tried my best back then, I could only compile the first foundation volume."

Immediately afterwards, Qin Yang saw a particularly familiar scroll.

Zixiao Dao Jing.

The content is exactly the same as what he practiced.

After reading the Taoist Scriptures, the words of the Patriarch followed.

"Besides this, I have thought of a lot of inheritances that will be restricted. Others are also good at things, such as that..."

Seeing this, the words that kept appearing suddenly disappeared.

"Gone?"

"Good sir, that's all."

Qin Yang smacked his lips and couldn't help but complain.

"The founder of the Taoist sect, why is he so virtuous? I know that there are not many normal people in the Taoist sect, so the upper beam must be out of alignment and the lower beam must be crooked.

If you don't learn what is good, why should you learn it in fragments and half-speak it? No wonder I always feel that I can't get along with Taoism.

No, the status of Patriarch was definitely not something he learned, it was definitely invented by him.

No wonder none of my disciples learned well!"

"Twelve, give me a reply."

Qin Yang wrote a long talk, introducing the current situation in the world of the living, and asked the patriarch to look at the whole situation. As long as it is a restricted method, all meat and vegetables are not taboo, both good and bad.

It would be best to come up with some more methods that can kill people together. The more powerful the better, and the more uninterruptible the better.

This is prepared for Zhang Zhengyi.

Zhang Zhengyi's death-to-death style is really quite powerful, even though it can only take one hit at a time.

But when he really becomes a Dao Lord, he will be able to activate two or three hundred of the same death techniques at once. After they are superimposed and fused together, the power that can burst out will be a title, and there is a high probability that he will also be banned.

Send it away directly.

The letter was sent out and disappeared into a piece of peach petals.

Twelve's abilities have also undergone qualitative changes since the original immortal grass evolved into mature immortal grass. Even the trick of the drifting bottle, which is 100% sure to hit, is enough to be invincible.

Twelve itself has no lethality, he just has it, and the two of them join forces, which means he has also learned Twelve's magical powers.

In a way that no one understands, the drifting bottle crossed the boundary between life and death, crossed space and all obstacles, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of the Taoist ancestor.

When the founder saw the drifting bottle, his face was solemn, and he immediately used his strength to catch it.

However, he watched helplessly as this seemingly powerless bottle easily passed through all his obstacles and exploded in his face.

Around them, a group of Taoist geniuses stared blankly at this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.

The corners of the Patriarch's mouth trembled slightly and he said calmly.

"A new letter from the Sect Master has arrived."

A group of geniuses nearby did not dare to ask or speak.

The Patriarch looked at the contents of the letter.

Inside, Qin Yang briefly explained the situation and then gave specific instructions.

"The more the merrier, as much as you want."

The Patriarch had no expression on his face and started writing the classics first. After finishing one, he immediately threw it away.

I can only write one piece at a time. If I write more, it might be different.

"You have also seen that the sect master is extremely talented and has great wisdom. He was the Three Heavenly Emperors back then.

Taiwei has been completely annihilated, even his authority is gone.

As for Tai Hao, although the sect leader did not explain it clearly, it can be generally confirmed that Tai Hao is dead, but he cannot appear in the realm of the dead. His authority is the biggest constraint. From now on, there will be no Tai Hao.

.

Now Taiyi is the only one left, but he is the most troublesome. Don't hide anything the sect master needs."

"I will obey my ancestor's instructions."

The Patriarch nodded and left expressionlessly.

At this time, the group of guys in the hall immediately entered the genius mode and began to discuss the reason why this bottle could cross the boundary and what kind of magical power it was.

After a while, I roughly came to a conclusion.

The bottle itself does not exist, and the information it carries will only truly appear after the ancestor catches it, transforming from non-existence into existence.

Only in this way can we cross the boundary.

Therefore, it is normal for the Patriarch to be unable to catch something that does not exist.

It's the sect master's magical power that's quite weird. He can only use his face to receive it.

But that's not important. Being able to have such ability has shocked them. It's just a few innocuous flaws.

unimportant.



Qin Yang was busy receiving information, and the White Jade Divine Gate also turned into a white jade tablet, displaying the received information.

After confirming that the Silver Moon Realm was basically stable and that the general direction was okay, he turned around and left, returning to the wilderness.

With the help of those ghosts, Qin Yang was too lazy to run around with Zhang Zhengyi to repair the tombs of Chaodu.

Returning to the wilderness, Qin Yang began to study the sacred tree.

The root system of the sacred tree is centered on the Dahuang Huliang and is connected to other pieces of the Huliang.

He wants to confirm which ones are stable and can be passed through, what is the place on the other side, and find a suitable world to start the next wave of preaching.

Preaching the plan of heaven cannot stop.

Only this time, when Qin Yang took out the white jade divine gate, a faint light flashed on the divine tree, and Twelve's voice also appeared in his mind at the same time.

"Good sir, this is a fairy grass."

"I know."

"He noticed me. He was asking me for help and wanted me to help him."

"Huh?" Qin Yang was startled. Does this sacred tree still have self-awareness?

He always thought that the sacred tree was at best spiritual.

"What does he want to do?"

"His immortal energy has been exhausted, and he wants me to give him some seeds so that he can one day regain his immortality."

"Is it bad for you?"

"There are no disadvantages. In fact, there are some advantages."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yang immediately felt relieved, grinned, and patted the sacred tree.

"Look, I'm right. After you follow me, it will be your big opportunity. You still don't believe me and ignore me.

If you follow me well and help me with things, I don't know if your future will be good or not, but it will definitely be the best choice you can find."

"Good sir, he said he will listen to you from now on."

"Okay, just give him some seeds."

A piece of peach petal floated out from the white jade divine door, disappeared into the sacred tree, and Qin Yang didn't feel any change.

In fact, Qin Yang cannot see the illusory space.

Twelve appeared and touched the head of a big-headed doll with a smile.

"Be obedient. Mr. Good is a good man. He never wanted to devour me. Instead, he gave me a place to live. He will definitely not do anything to you."

The big-headed doll nodded and imitated Twelve, grinning.

Qin Yang is not even interested in the real mature fairy grass, and he is definitely not interested in the one that has grown crookedly and is no longer considered a fairy grass at all.

The petals that fell from Twelve contained a hint of immortality and immortality. This was the seed, and there was hope that the seed could revitalize the sacred tree.

(End of chapter)


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