The Nihility Sect (Southern Sect), as a large organization in the evil profession, has contacts and connections in all walks of life. Coupled with the special nature of its profession, if a member of the organization dies in official hunting, it is impossible for them not to be able to detect it.
Master Chunyang was dug out of an ancient tomb in Jiangnan Province. Jianghuai Province is adjacent to Jiangnan Province. Illusionists in these two places died for no reason. It is difficult not to make Zhang Yuanqing suspicious of this ancient practitioner.
"The Night Wandering God of the Taiyi Sect did not encounter a murderous hand, but the illusionist of the Nihility Sect was targeted? Hey, dog bites dog, evil professions deserve to die, at least they are bound by moral values. In comparison, Master Chunyang is the most troublesome
of."
Zhang Yuanqing interrupted the sacrificial ceremony and called Elder Gao Feng.
"Elder Gao Feng, I have received information that illusionists from the Southern Sect and the Nether Sect have disappeared inexplicably recently. It seems that it is not an official act. I suspect it is Master Chunyang. You are responsible for apprehending him. Are there any recent clues?"
After hearing this, Elder Gao Feng's tone became serious, "There are no clues. Alas, I'm just a monster, and I'm not a scout who is good at tracking. The Great Elder is stumbling upon me."
After a pause, he said:
"I have a few clues here. Since the ancient tomb incident, several cases of unknown causes of death have occurred in Jiangnan Province. There were reports of hauntings at Yongcheng Port a while ago. An official water ghost disappeared while performing a mission on the bottom of the sea. Afterwards, Yongcheng
The city branch organized people to salvage from the sea and found a rotting corpse and traces of a fight, but the colleague was not found. I suspect it is related to Headmaster Chunyang."
"By swallowing the spirit bodies of official practitioners, can we control our current status and organizational distribution?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed his opinion.
"So the mysterious disappearance of the Southern Illusionist is probably related to him." Elder Gao Feng sighed.
As a soil monster, he possesses rare defenses in the world and considerable combat power, but he is not good at tracking, scheming, calculations, etc.
As we all know, the general character of the native monster profession is honest, dull, and gentle.
To plot against people, water ghosts, wood demons and scouts are the ones to do it.
"Don't worry, Elder Gao Feng, I will help you as much as possible." Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to build a good relationship, "To be honest, that empress also wanted to get rid of Master Chunyang. She said: I will not be able to sleep and eat well until Master is dead.
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Elder Gao Feng didn't take it seriously at first. After all, Yuanshi Tianzun was not at a high level, and he had not shown particularly strong calculation and hunting abilities in the past.
But when I heard that Empress Sandaoshan was very concerned about this matter, she immediately paid attention to it:
"I almost forgot, you can contact the ancient god of travel, Yuan Shi. If you have any ideas or strategies, remember to inform me."
"No problem!" Zhang Yuanqing got the attention of the head of the Hangzhou branch and hung up the phone happily.
Then, he sent a message back to Kou Beiyue, informing him in detail about Master Chunyang.
Kou Beiyue was probably asked to kill the good minister to choose his leader. If he could pass this line to convey the threat of Master Chunyang to the Nihility Sect, it would be a good way.
When it comes to dealing with Master Chunyang, evil professions can also be friends.
With the illusionist's weirdness and methods, it may be easier to control some clues than the official. When the time comes, the good ministers will choose their masters and kill them to obtain information and feed it back to Elder Gao Feng.
The top leader in Hangzhou owed him a huge favor.
"Ding!"
Kou Beiyue's cell phone on the table rang. He didn't check it immediately. He grabbed the wine glass and drank with the human blood steamed buns.
"Reply, reply."
The little fat man quickly pushed the boss and signaled him to check the information quickly.
Kou Beiyue put down his wine glass, grabbed his phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint, took a closer look, and slapped his thigh:
"Damn it, he looks very powerful, an ancient practitioner?"
Then eat skewers and drink wine.
But the little fat man held the phone tightly and read the messages over and over again, feeling cold in his heart.
An ancient practitioner who practiced both the magic of the illusionist and the Night Walker, an ancient practitioner who was not bound by moral values, and devoured the spiritual growth of the Night Walker and the illusionist.
Looking at it, cold sweat almost broke out on his spine.
It's terrible. This kind of existence is too terrible. But why do ancient practitioners appear in reality? I remember that the internal data of the sect records that all the ancient practitioners have died.
A being who is not bound by moral values and has mastered the two pinnacle professions of Night Walker and Illusionist is simply a nightmare.
"Yuanshi Tianzun actually told the boss such important information. No, he was not telling the boss, he was telling me." The little fat man stood up suddenly.
"There are few orders now. You don't have to work so hard. Sit down." Kou Beiyue asked his younger brother to sit down: "Continue drinking. Today we will come to Taoyuan to become sworn brothers."
He was obviously a little drunk.
Alas, the boss didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all. He has no brains and how can the happy little fat guy drink. His round face showed solemnity and uneasiness, "Boss, I have something to go back to."
After saying that, regardless of Kou Beiyue's attempts to stay, he got on the little electric donkey on the street and left in the dust.
The text message said that the Master Chunyang had not yet recovered, and the illusionist who had disappeared recently was at level 1 and 2, not level 3. The threat must be nipped in the cradle before he recovers.
Fujiawan.
Zhang Yuanqing focused his attention on the parchment scroll. After confirming that the materials were all correct, he covered the parchment paper on the materials, entered the power of the lunar calendar, and muttered:
"Empress, empress, come out quickly, empress, empress, come out quickly"
Amidst the meaningless chanting, the parchment quickly drained away the spirituality of the material. The circular array of spiritual vessels drawn on it emerged from the paper, quickly rose into the air, and solidified in the sky more than ten meters away.
The next second, the circular array collapsed toward the inside and turned into a circular passage.
After a few breaths, majestic golden light burst out from the dark and collapsed passage.
Damn it, the empress's aura has become several times stronger. It feels more terrifying than the aura of the Demon Eye. The majestic coercion fell overwhelmingly, and the aura of a high-ranking ruler descended on the world. Zhang Yuanqing, who was directly below, bore the brunt of it. His knees weakened and he almost lost his head.
Just worship.
The whole person was hunched over the table, not daring to move.
Suddenly, as the golden light approached the entrance of the passage, it was blocked by an invisible barrier.
After the golden light was blocked, it rebounded in the opposite direction, colliding with the subsequent golden light, bursting out with dazzling light, and the entire circular channel turned into a small sun.
At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing received the spiritual realm prompt:
[Ding! You are forcibly opening the entrance to the spiritual realm, please stop immediately, otherwise you will be punished.]
Obviously, the forced opening of the channel between the spiritual realm and reality was blocked by the spiritual realm, and that barrier was created by the spiritual realm.
"snort!"
A cold hum came from inside the passage.
Immediately, a crisp sound of "click" came from the void, and the invisible barrier at the bottom of the golden light was covered with cracks.
Then, the barrier suddenly shattered, a golden light fell, and it was nailed to the ground with a bang. It was a demon-suppressing pestle.
This prop is completely different in the hands of the real owner and in the hands of the useless owner.
After the passage opened, golden light fell overwhelmingly, and the flowers and plants in the yard were instantly burned to ashes. Zhang Yuanqing reacted very quickly and rolled away before cracks appeared in the passage.
When the golden light came, Zhang Yuanqing looked expectantly into the passage, waiting for the ghost mirror to fall.
At the same time he shouted:
"Empress, what are you going to do with your master who was stabbed a thousand times? He is so tactful. The official losers are far less intelligent than your empress, and there is no way they can be caught."
The cold and magnetic voice of Lao Bangzi came from the passage: "We will wait until you enter the spiritual realm next time to discuss it in detail. Okay, go down and do your best in this world from now on. Don't embarrass me."
"Ah? Madam, what do you mean? Who are you talking to?" Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment.
At this time, a reluctant voice came from the passage: "Master, please think about it again."
"The passage is about to be closed. Do you want to go by yourself, or will the master kick you down?" Old Bangzi's voice was cold and ruthless, far less gentle than when he spoke to Yuanshi Tianzun.
This, this voice is speaking from a spirit body, isn't it? An incredible thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Yuanqing's heart.
The next second, a figure in a red dress fell gracefully, accompanied by a strong yin energy.
As she landed, the passage could no longer be maintained, quickly contracted, and then disappeared.
The spiritual realm prompt sound also disappeared and there was no longer a warning.
Zhang Yuanqing sat at the round table, staring dumbfounded at the woman who landed. She was wearing a horse-faced skirt from the Ming Dynasty, and her upper coat was embroidered with exquisite dragons and phoenixes. It was extremely close-fitting, and outlined her plump and towering breasts.
Her appearance was extremely beautiful, but she was too pale, her eyes were as dark as ink, and her pupils were scarlet, with bleeding filaments of red light spreading across them, making her extremely beautiful.
Princess Yinyao?!
Zhang Yuanqing said in his heart, Madam, I only asked you to get the ghost mirror and lend it to me to suppress the inner demons. I didn't ask you to send your apprentice here.
Princess Yinyao looked at her with her enchanting and beautiful eyes from a distance, snorted softly, and turned her head to the side.
Quite arrogant. Zhang Yuanqing felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Once upon a time, this princess scared him so much that he almost peed his pants. But now, she is still powerful and her aura is at least level five, but Zhang Yuanqing is no longer afraid.
In just one month, he was no longer the transcendent ant he was before.
At this time, Little Green Tea and the Queen rushed out of the villa, the former shouted:
"Brother Yuanshi, what happened just now? Li Chunfeng was so scared that he collapsed on the ground."
Li Chunfeng in the rear lowered his hands and held a gun as if facing a formidable enemy.
When the three of them saw Princess Yin Yao standing in the courtyard, they all stopped in their tracks, showing vigilance and fear on their faces.
On the other side, Fu Qingyang came with Lingjun Yufeng and landed in the courtyard. Both of their faces were a little solemn. They felt the aura of the high-ranking master and the aura of the spiritual realm next door.
Thinking that something big had happened, I rushed here in a hurry.
Sensing the dominance, the aura of the spiritual realm dissipated, Lingjun felt relieved, and returned to his carefree attitude, looking at Princess Yinyao, and said:
"What a pretty girl, hey, she is a highly intelligent Yin Zombie, Yuanshi Tianzun, have you finally reached the stage of exorcizing corpses? What happened just now, I seem to feel the breath of the master and the spiritual realm, you kid again
What's the fuss about?"
Regardless of whether the first half of the sentence was true or false, Fu Qingyang, his brother-in-law, didn't like hearing it. He frowned slightly and cast a questioning look at Zhang Yuanqing.
Wuhen Hotel.
The little fat man hurried back and didn't even have time to say hello to Xiao Yuan. He took the elevator straight to the second floor and opened his room.
Then, he took out a helmet full of technology from his inventory, put it on, and lay down on the bed.
This prop was given to him by the Grand Elder of the Southern Sect of Nihility Sect after he was promoted to Saint. By wearing the helmet, he can enter the dream world created by the Grand Elder.
As a potential new protector, he has the qualification to report directly to the Grand Elder.
Meetings of high-level illusionists are all completed in illusions and dreams.
This is also the reason why they are the most difficult to arrest. In terms of weirdness and unpredictability, illusionists rank first among the three evil professions.
After passing through a strange and hazy void, his consciousness appeared in a hall.
Sixteen thick stone pillars support the dome of the hall. A scarlet carpet extends from the door of the hall to a golden throne at the end.
Sitting on the throne was a six-meter-tall figure, wrapped in a cloak, and inside the cloak was a twisted and flickering black light.
It symbolizes the filthiest and most chaotic emotions in the world.
"Choose the master and kill him at the right time. I have seen the great elder!"
The little fat man knelt on the ground, feeling that the great elder's aura was unfathomable, as if he were facing an abyss, and he didn't even have the courage to raise his head.
"What's the matter!"
The figure on the golden throne spoke slowly. The voice was difficult to distinguish between male and female, old and young, and seemed to be the voices of countless people, male, female, old and young, combined together.
"I have found out the reason for the mysterious disappearance of the illusionists in the sect." The little fat man said:
"This matter is of great importance, and I believe it must be reported to you personally."
PS: I encountered some troublesome trivial matters today, which delayed my coding time.