When Zhang Cong said this, everyone except Xiao Ran and Qin Yu looked confused. After a while, some people suddenly realized.
"Actually, it is very likely that the dove will occupy the magpie's nest this time, and the one who occupies the Wutian Black Lotus may not be the Demonic Abyss Evil God?"
Mu Qinghe suddenly said this.
Bihua Jun and Zhou Xun had the most exciting expressions on their faces. After the two looked at each other, Bihua Jun spoke first: "Little Master Yu'er, Headmaster Zhang Cong and fellow Taoists, my relationship with Great God Wutian is like family.
, so I will never watch someone do evil under the guise of the master, not to mention the possibility of swallowing up the remaining will of the master. So once the black lotus unites, no matter what soul is born, I will
One rushed to identify it.
I still say the same thing, if you want to harm all fellow Taoists, you have to kill me, Lord Bihua, and the tens of millions of wolves."
Zhou Xun waved his hand: "Senior Sister Bihua, wait a minute. When my master gave me the Nine Heavens Demon Sword, he said that if he ever becomes a demon, let me kill him with this sword.
Master Wutian has unparalleled wisdom, how could he make such a plan for no reason? It should be because of today's calamity. During this period of time, I have been observing and studying the Nine Heavens Demonic Sword, and I have made a decision in my heart. Senior sister and fellow Taoists should not continue
dispute.
Everyone is well versed in the way of heaven. It is important to know that the way of heaven is clear and there is no escape from disaster. If I must have such a disaster, Zhou Xun will face it happily, which can be regarded as repaying the master Jiuyou's kindness in saving me..."
Zhang Cong and others all looked at Zhou Xun. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little tragic. Zhou Xun suddenly burst into laughter: "Why are you Taoists like this? I didn't say I would die? Besides, the Taoist ancestors of the Evil Temple are all
There have been a lot of deaths, so it’s no big deal if our Holy Cult is a weekly patrol, right?
Since we are all pawns of Heaven, we should face it calmly. My senior sister and I have the same idea, and we will never allow anyone to tarnish Black Lotus."
Zhang Cong sighed: "In that case, let's rest for two days to improve the state to the best, and then go directly to break the Jade Stick Peak. Life or death depends on this. The remaining two points are meaningless.
.
As soon as we break into Jade Staff Peak, all the ancestors of the Evil Temple will gather here, and the final battle should be unfolded there."
Everyone nodded and went to find a place to sit down and meditate. Only Zhang Cong and Xiao Ran were left at the scene.
Xiao Ran looked around and whispered: "I didn't explain everything clearly just now. This Jade Staff Peak not only has half a black lotus, but also the Evil Soldier Obsession Staff.
Heipao's array methods are stronger than mine, and the Wuwang Immortal Formation is getting stronger and stronger. Although it seems that there is only one formation eye left, the last formation eye will condense half of the energy of the entire formation.
The power will be extremely powerful, so master, I will probably lose my mind again this time."
Zhang Cong frowned: "Master, are you kidding me? How could we let you die?"
Xiao Ran smiled bitterly: "Master, even if I try my best, I may not be able to successfully break through the obsession formation, so I have to test the formation with my own body and finally explode my lifelong cultivation. Only then can I destroy the Immortal Formation. You guys
Even if the four of them want to die, they are not qualified to do so."
Zhang Cong suddenly laughed: "Master, you can survive, but you have to lower your head."
Xiao Ran glared: "You kid is making fun of your master again. Master has died once, how can he be afraid of death? If there are traces of the way of heaven, there will be hope."
Zhang Cong waved his hand quickly: "What I said is true. I want to take advantage of these few days to teach you, Master Yunlan and others the secret method of the immortal world. However, this method must be passed on to the Sanqing lineage, so you have to lower your head.
, you have to join the lineage of my great uncle."
The expression on Xiao Ran's face suddenly froze, and he didn't speak for a long time. Zhang Cong certainly knew that he and Yun Lan died last time, and those who besieged them were probably the Sanqing people. Now let him bow his head for his life.
How could he agree so easily?
If he was afraid of death, the black and white evil spirits would not have died in the first place.
Sure enough, Xiao Ran looked at Zhang Cong with a calm face and said: "Cong'er is kind enough to lead the teacher. Although I don't resent the heroes of the Three Realms now, it doesn't mean that I will be willing to integrate into them. Everything I do now is because of you guys.
My child has nothing to do with the three realms, so there is no need to worry about the master anymore. If my fate is so hesitant, let him go."
Zhang Congzhi frowned, because he knew that Xiao Ran was extremely conceited. The four people who would rather die than bow their heads, Yun Lan as well, Bihua Jun, Zhou Xun and others were all the same. There was no way they would do anything to survive.
Bow down to Sanqing.
However, if he arbitrarily imparted the art of turning one Qi into three pure states to others, it would be extremely disrespectful to the great uncle, and Zhang Cong would not be able to do such a thing.
Zhang Cong was not only lost in thought, how could he help these companions overcome this disaster without using the method of the Three Purities?
Suddenly Qin Fu said: "Ms. sir, why don't you discuss it with Mr. Bihua? Although his soul-splitting technique is not a great method, it is successful after all. If you can learn from this method, the rest will be nothing more than requiem.
Sister Xiaohua and I can ask Saint Ancestor Ran Deng for this, and the problem can be solved. If we have clones, can't Barty do it?"
Zhang Cong was immediately happy and ran towards Bihuajun.
Bihuajun fell into deep thought after hearing Zhang Cong's method of splitting souls. After a moment, there was some enlightenment in his eyes: "This method may work. When I came up with this soul-splitting technique, I really didn't expect it to be used like this. It's just that
If you want to help werewolves get rid of the control of the evil spirit, and at the same time practice one more soul-merging technique, this method is not complicated, I will pass it on to you,"
After speaking, a beam of light shot out and penetrated into Zhang Cong's eyebrows. Soon Zhang Cong understood Bihuajun's soul-splitting technique.
Bihuajun was completely inspired by the profit and loss of the moon. At first, she separated the source of darkness and the source of heaven and earth to form a separate system. Unexpectedly, she accidentally separated the two souls. Later, after her constant exploration, she came to the conclusion
The art of dividing the mind and uniting the soul.
Zhang Cong thought about it for a while, and after referring to the method of converting one qi into three pure states, he quickly concluded a more reasonable method of dividing souls, and it can be done by helping the opponent to condense the pulse, as long as the opponent practices the technique studied by Zhang Cong
Just cooperate.
Zhang Cong smiled and thanked Bihua Jun, and quickly found Xiaohua and Qin Fu, asking them to enter the pagoda to communicate with the Randen Saint Ancestor and seek the best way to requiem the soul. The two of them smiled and escaped into the pagoda to find
The lamp is on.
Zhang Cong pulled Xiao Ran over and told him his decision. Xiao Ran was very happy this time. Soon, Yun Lan, Mu Qinghe and other senior leaders of the Holy Cult gathered together. Zhang Cong first passed on the Soul Splitting Technique to everyone, and asked everyone to follow the instructions.
Fa Jue wanted to adapt by herself. At this time, Xiaohua Qin Fu had already left the pagoda. She smiled and sent a golden light into Zhang Cong's eyebrows. Suddenly, a Western requiem mantra appeared in Zhang Cong's mind.