Chapter 637 Watch the Lord, please prove that you are real
"A good man doesn't mention his bravery in the past. Alas, in fact, I had no courage or strategy back then. I was a fool and a fool who was used as a weapon for more than a thousand years. If I had a seventh-level cultivation level, I wouldn't have been tricked by that old man and ended up almost dead.
The dismal result of death."
You Mengchang's tone was melancholy. He didn't want to be separated from Zhang Daochang, whom he would have to rely on in the future, so he said seriously:
"The soul power of Luo Demon Evil God's lower realm is limited by the way of heaven, so it maintains the fifth level of strength. It is not much different from the soul power of this unlucky man who has repeatedly fallen into and recovered over the past five thousand years. He does not have a god to support his soul.
I can’t display my abilities. Of course, without your mental suppression, fellow Taoist, I can’t even hope to defeat him. After all, I’ve been at a loss for too long.”
Zhang Wenfeng fumbled and transformed his soul body into a vague human form. He nodded slightly, not sure whether he believed it or not. He looked at the mysterious empty space that enveloped them. The black fog disappeared and the light here was soft. He asked curiously: "Is this the 'domain?'
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It is recorded in the classics that masters of the sixth level can master some of the rules of heaven and earth, and masters of the seventh level and above evolve "domains" by mastering the rules and form more advanced supernatural powers.
"It's not a complete 'domain', it's a 'fake domain' created by the evil god with the help of his soul power to hide from others. Otherwise, I and you wouldn't have been able to win over him."
You Mengchang looked at Taoist Zhang carefully for a few times. He had regained his immortal style and was an old man leaning on a cane. He smiled and said: "My Taoist friend is a blessing in disguise. He has endured the pain of the evil wind corroding his soul, and has tempered his soul to become more solid. Now he is in a state of mind."
If you exceed your cultivation level, you can successfully advance to the middle stage of Jindan within a few years."
A wisp of transparent soul thread floated out from his hand, about three inches long, and was delivered to Zhang Wenfeng.
"I have extracted a trace of the essence of soul power from the evil god's soul. Fellow Taoist, feel free to accept it. The cause and effect and imprints on it have been cleared away. There is no need to absorb it in a hurry. Just leave it there and let it dissolve naturally, and slowly repair the damage caused by this time.
Soul power, nourish and strengthen your own soul power. We will tide over the difficulties together, and the rule of sharing half the benefits still has to be said."
You Mengchang had no intention of monopolizing the benefits, and besides, he had learned from Zhang Daochang's shrewdness half a year ago.
How could he do such stupid things at the expense of others?
He just doesn't want Taoist Zhang to know all the details. Who doesn't have a little secret that should not be told to outsiders?
Zhang Wenfeng held the soul thread containing the majestic energy with his tentative hand, observed it for a moment, and consulted Chang You Meng on a few soul power issues. After checking several times and finding nothing wrong, he accepted the soul thread with confidence.
You Mengchang yawned, looking a little sleepy, and said: "I need to use my deep sleep to digest the miscellaneous soul power I have eaten. I won't wake up in a short time. Fellow Taoist, please come back."
He waved his sleeves, and a gust of breeze blew against his face. Zhang Wenfeng involuntarily floated up and fell into the darkness.
When Guanzhu Zhang came back to his senses, he saw two ancient volumes floating above him that emitted golden light. He suddenly felt at ease and returned to the sea of physical consciousness.
The evil god was also cautious. He laid a trap and used magical means to pull his soul out of the sea of consciousness. In the false realm, he slowly tempered and concocted his soul through the method of soul erosion by the dark wind. He was not in a hurry, and was very patient. If he broke in headfirst
With his sea of consciousness, he doesn't need the help of old man Mengmei. He can kill the evil god by using the golden light from the ancient scrolls.
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It's all experience. Even seizing the body and merging the soul has a special skill.
Lu Zijin stared closely at the billowing black mist thirty feet away, feeling uneasy and worried about whether the viewer could survive this disaster.
The demon-slaying array and evil-suppressing array outside are arranged in several layers, just in case they are used to deal with evil gods.
The other team that went to Duxian Island did not go as smoothly as expected. Although there were only eight fourth-level masters in Duxian City, there was a swordsman who had made a breakthrough in swordsmanship, plus many low-level monks who shared the same enemy.
, causing heavy losses to twelve people.
Ge Baojun, the Grand Master of Daqiang, Gu Yunping, the Great Celestial Master of Da'an, and Xie Tuo, the newly promoted fourth-level shaman cultivator of the Daliang witch clan, died.
The newly promoted Jindan Wanboqi of Lingbao Temple lost both legs and was seriously injured. The other monks were also injured to some extent. At the cost of damaging the two talisman puppets and heavy treasures, they finally killed seven thieves, including the one
The sword cultivator ran away from a fourth-level thieves cultivator who saw something was wrong, and wiped out all the third-level and second-level monks inside and outside the city. There were countless mortal casualties and bloodshed. What happened in that battle?
Danger and Wandering Island have their own merits.
In addition to sending Zhou Zhi and Chu Qing'er to hunt down the fleeing enemies, the other monks have already rushed to Wandering Island to meet up.
Those who are recuperating are recuperating while others are making thorough preparations.
Most of the monks have a deep friendship with Guanzhu Zhang. If Guanzhang Zhang is fused with the evil god and takes away his body, then they will fight to the death to kill the evil god. They cannot allow the hidden old monster Xue to cause harm to the world again.
After the war has been fought like this, there is no room for reconciliation. The threat of the Duxian Islands must be completely eradicated. The fourth-level monks from the Eastern Continent will lead a group of third-level monks to guard this place, collect evil arts, cultivate righteous forces, etc.
When Lu Zijin kept walking around and felt more and more anxious.
Suddenly, the churning black air disappeared, and Zhang Wenfeng walked out with a slightly pale face.
"Guanzhu."
"Lv Zi enters and exits. Maybe he is not the master of the temple?"
Everyone outside the formation noticed the movement inside. Tu Kun stared closely at the Guanzhu, who had a calm aura and could not see any flaws, and sent a message to remind Lu Zijin that he was worried that the donkey would approach impulsively.
Lu Zijin stood motionless at his feet and shouted: "Panastry Master, I'm sorry. In extraordinary times, you have to prove that you are the real temple master and not a counterfeit that has been snatched away by evil gods."
The silver lightning around his body protects his body, and the lightning and sword light are brewing, and he can launch a thunderous strike at any time.
However, no matter how you look at the viewer who looked surprised and then suddenly showed an expression, it doesn’t look like a fake.
Among all the people, he was the only one who believed to the core of the Guanzhu's invincible luck and ability to turn disaster into good fortune. Despite all the storms, he did not believe that the Guanzhu would be destroyed in the sewers of the evil god.
Zhang Wenfeng scratched his hair and said with a smile: "Lv Zijin, you secretly spat into Uncle Cripple's wine bowl, and Uncle Cripple found out and chased you three times. Does this count as proof?"
Lu Zijin had a look of embarrassment on his face, and he remembered the bad things in the past when the viewer mentioned them.
He could hear the voice behind him, and he was the only one to do this evil thing. Those guys refused to come forward one by one. Lu Zijin shook his head and said: "They don't care, even the evil god can take a look at you.
For past memories, you have to come up with a proof that the evil god cannot use them.
Seeing the viewer frowning and thinking unhurriedly, without any irritation or impatience, he was already sure in his heart that the viewer in front of him was a real one, and he was very familiar with the viewer's character and personality.
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Only the meditator will not lose any temper towards his own people and calmly find ways to solve problems.
The evil god who always looks aloof and arrogant cannot pretend to have such a natural expression as the viewer.
He believed that the old man Tu Kun behind him could also tell the truth from the false. However, it seemed to be fun to embarrass the viewer in public, and he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I will recite a scripture silently and ask for your enlightenment!"
He knew that the donkey had already figured out what was true and what was false, and the strange grin with his big teeth said everything. The guy was deliberately laughing at him, and he would reward the donkey with a pair of small shoes to wear when he got back.
As the invisible power spreads outward, it touches the formation a hundred feet away.
Countless light spots and runes emerge, resonate with the power of thought, move gracefully, and coexist peacefully.
Even if the evil god takes over everything from him, he will not be able to control his power of mind and merit in a short period of time. This is ironclad proof.
"Excellent! Congratulations to Master Zhang for slaying the evil god's split soul. Your merits are complete!"
Monk Fayuan had no more doubts in his mind and flew into the formation. He clasped his hands together and showed a comfortable smile on his face. He looked at Guanzhu Zhang who looked a little tired. He was very curious about what method Guanzhu Zhang used to defeat the evil god's soul in the evil god's "domain".
, and escape intact?
Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists in return and said a few polite words, and signaled to the others who entered the formation that Zhu Xun, Gu Quan and others were injured, and there were several people who did not show up. At this time, it was inconvenient to ask more questions. He pointed to the northeast corner and shouted: "
Mr. Xue, the helper you hired with your frenzied sacrifice has been executed, how long will you continue to hide?"
You Mengchang swallowed a fragment of the evil god's soul and knew the cause and effect. Before falling asleep, he told him the hidden location of the culprit.
Everything is done, it's time to settle the accounts in the autumn.