Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Five: The Holy Monk Fu Qi, Immortal Fate Has Been Broken
Even if the true cultivation level has exceeded the realm of soul-watching.
Qi Wuhua's back was still covered in cold sweat.
In his mind, he quickly flashed back to all the details and signs that happened around him before the surgery, including the traces left behind.
The moment I snapped my fingers, I have replayed it in my mind more than ten times, but I still haven't found any flaws.
Did he fall under the illusion so unknowingly?
The dignified leader of the imperial military sect's resurgence, Yunhua Zhenren, was reincarnated and enlightened.
It stands to reason that I have already been able to conquer my inner demons and not be disturbed by them.
However, the reality is that he can't even find out how the other party performs the spell, so he just does it so easily?
Horrible! Really terrible!
If that holy monk really wanted to use illusions against him... he wouldn't even know how to die!
Suddenly, the words spoken by the holy monk in the illusion echoed in Qi Wuhua's ears.
‘Once it is broken, it will be broken to the end…If it is not broken, it will not be established…’
"Oops!"
Qi Wuhua bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, moving his energy to his Dantian, forcing himself to regain consciousness, but in the end it was still a beat too slow.
Outside the window and downstairs, in all directions on the streets, the people were stunned.
Song Ya and Wei Sheng looked exactly the same as they did in the fantasy.
He cried bitterly, screamed at the top of his lungs, rolled on the floor, and often worshiped the little raccoon slave who was picked up by the monk.
At this time, there is no trace of the dashing demeanor of the disciples of the Shu Dao sect or the Xian family in their bodies.
"Please also invite the holy monk..."
Qi Wuhua bowed and bowed.
He saw the young eminent monk downstairs smiling meaningfully at him.
Then he held the raccoon slave between his fingers, passed Song Ya and Wei Sheng, and walked towards the other side of the long street.
Qi Wuhua's plea for mercy came to his lips, but he took it back abruptly. Then he sighed and bowed no longer.
What is happening now is exactly the same as in the illusion.
The holy monk seems to be cold and heartless, but in fact he has a glimmer of hope.
I clearly knew everything in advance, but I couldn't change it because of my humble conduct... Who can blame me?
"What the hell is going on?"
Qiao Lin, the leader of the Pegasus Gang, had an expression on his face that was changing. He felt that his subordinates were looking at him with increasingly strange looks, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of suspicion in his heart.
Only then did he recall that when the three young men fell in front of him while he was having breakfast early in the morning, he was so excited that he didn't even ask carefully and took the three young men to be the disciples of the "immortal" in the past.
Could it be that... they are three liars? The white light that was conjured is just a folk trick?
"Go and get a basin of water."
Qi Wuhua's voice sounded.
Qiao Lin looked hesitant and was about to inquire in a vague way.
Qi Wuhua opened his eyes and cast an indifferent gaze on Qiao Lin.
Qiao Lin felt his head rumbling, as if he had been struck by thunder, his whole body trembled, and he fell to his knees, sweating profusely, and his eyes were filled with fear.
"I'm going to...I'm going to go right now."
Qiao Lin nodded repeatedly, not having the slightest doubt.
Qi Wuhua withdrew his gaze, recalling the scene where he was frightened by the holy monk's gaze and showed no resistance, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.
He took the water from Qiao Lin.
He also took out a few talismans from his arms and soaked them in clean water.
Not long after, those talismans had all melted away, as if they had merged with the clear water.
Qi Wuhua followed the seals with his hands and muttered words.
Those talismans regrouped from the bottom of the basin, rose up, and then jumped out of the water, spinning and flying out of the window, and fell to the street.
In Qiao Lin's incredible eyes, the people around the long street, restaurants, restaurants, noodle shops and cloth shops were all isolated by the shadow of water.
People outside came and went, passing by, but Song Ya and Wei Sheng could no longer be seen.
"When you were young, you were still a coachman, and you always looked forward to learning the magical arts and using them to slay demons.
You are no longer young. If you want to practice martial arts, you must either imitate the Immortal Stranger and obtain spiritual bait, or enter the Tao through martial arts.
It's a pity that you can't avoid worldly disputes and fame and fortune... Then again, who in this world can avoid it.
After today, the fate between you and me has ended. For the sake of the past, I will take you to have a glimpse of the scene in another world.
The holy monk is right, that world may not be the place you and others really yearn for."
While talking, Qi Wuhua stepped out of thin air and walked out of the restaurant.
Behind him, Qiao Lin, the leader of the Pegasus Gang, opened his mouth blankly, his eyes were complicated, and he murmured in a low voice: "How could he know..."
He felt like he had caught something, but it was hazy, like a shadow of water surrounding him.
Before he could think clearly, a snow-white sword light flew up from the scabbard behind Qi Wuhua.
Falling from the sky, it struck hard at the center of Song Ya and Wei Sheng's eyebrows.
There were waves in the air all around.
A corner of the illusion was split open - exactly where the holy monk had left when he left.
"Disciple tests the method with the sword, begs the holy monk, please enter the illusion formation."
boom!
It's like a sack filled with water that bursts and the water flows out.
The scenes in the illusion mirror all emerged from the corner where the air broke.
Presented before Qiao Lin's eyes.
Plop!
Qiao Lin fell to the ground, his face pale and trembling.
The sky and the earth were dark, like heavy snow with flying goose feathers, and like white paper burning into black ashes, floating in the sky above the county mansion.
The entire Guangyuan County has been torn to pieces. The streets and alleys, which are crisscrossed like checkerboard grids, have either collapsed or sunk, leaving only pieces of ruins one after another.
In the center of the ruins, the scaly, ape-like and dragon-like monster is devouring all creatures and destroying the already dilapidated county government.
And between the teeth of the monster that was over a thousand feet tall and as huge as a mountain, the dying Song Ya and Wei Sheng could be vaguely seen.
"Wake up! Wake up quickly! If you don't wake up, the illusion will be difficult to break!"
Qi Wuhua roared, raised his sword, and attacked the monster.
The shadow of the sword is heavy, the air waves are stacked, sand and rocks are flying, and everything is destroyed.
I don't know how long it took, but Song Ya and Wei Sheng woke up one after another. There was still fear in their eyes, especially Song Ya's eyes, which were faintly stained with tears.
Qi Wuhua didn't want to fight either. He passed the monster's mouth with his sword, grabbed Song and Wei, and then quickly flew away.
The monster was still chasing after him.
Qi Wuhua closed his eyes several times, then opened them immediately, only to find that he was still in the illusion, and felt stunned again.
Seeing that the three of us were about to be overtaken by monsters.
Qi Wuhua let out a long sigh, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.
"Such an illusion is really comparable to the Immortal Illusion Formation of Tianshi Dao."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised a sword light and struck at himself with his backhand.
Snapped!
…
puff!
On the street in front of the building, Qi Wuhua opened his eyes and spit out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale and his blood was gone. Then he shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Song Ya and Wei Sheng, who were standing on both sides of him, stopped crying and screaming. Their expressions of fear gradually disappeared, and they slowly opened their eyes, but they twitched and trembled from time to time, as if something was wrong somewhere in their bodies.
Wait until your mind gradually returns to clarity.
The two of them kneeled down to Qi Wuhua without saying a word.
"Thank you, Senior Brother, for saving your life! I just found out today that it turns out that Senior Brother's cultivation level is so high that he is not inferior to the elders!"
"Wei Sheng is stupid. He has offended many times before. I hope that Senior Brother will forgive me. I don't know what Senior Brother... is now."
Qi Wuhua didn't hide it either: "I just gained soul energy at the beginning of the year."
Song and Wei were stunned and shocked, their eyes became more awed and respectful.
But Qi Wuhua said lightly: "Why don't you two care about your own cultivation?"
Song Ya and Wei Sheng were both startled. They had just walked out of the illusion and their thoughts were not yet clear.
At this time, Qi Wuhua reminded them that they finally felt it.
"I...my Qi...where did my Qi go?"
"Ah! My anger is gone! Senior brother, senior brother! What's wrong with junior sister?"
"Ah ah ah... I don't want it! I am a rare talent that the imperial sect has seen in decades! How could I lose my cultivation! It must be a lie! I'm still in the illusion!"
"I know, it must be the monk just now..."
Qi Wuhua's pupils shrank sharply, and he shouted sternly: "Shut up! I still don't know how high the sky is!
That eminent monk, no, that holy monk, is an existence that is not inferior to the ancestor of Tianshi Dao.
In this world of games, there are injustices on the road. It would be a great mercy to spare the lives of you two! Don't be so rude!"
Song Ya and Wei Sheng were trembling, despair and sadness gradually appeared on their faces, but they no longer dared to say another word.
Qi Wuhua looked at the appearance of the two of them, sighed secretly, and whispered: "But the holy monk has not completely blocked the path of cultivation for you two. Although it is broken to the end, it cannot be established without breaking. If you two can understand
The way of compassion may still have a glimmer of hope."
Even so, Qi Wuhua knew in his heart that with the arrogant temperament these two people had cultivated, the path of martial arts cultivation might come to an end here.
As for the future and future of the Military Guards Faction...
‘I heard what the holy monk said, I hope Li Jiyin can stay in Guangyuan County forever.
Then it's settled, Li Jiyin is on good terms with the devil, and he deserves to die for all the injustice he has done.
Fortunately, it’s the second one who comes this time, he should be able to listen to me... But tonight I have to retreat to heal.’
Qi Wuhua was thinking about it.
Suddenly at this moment, there was a sharp sound of breaking wind.
He raised his wrist and held the sword talisman between his fingers.
It was a message from the second child... who is now the great elder of the Military Guards Faction.
"What, the boss is coming too? He will arrive tomorrow? Do you still want to coerce the various factions and force the Chenghuang of Guangyuan County to hand over Li Jiyin?"
Qi Wuhua's expression changed.
His eldest disciple is now the leader of the Imperial Soldier Sect.
Not only are they brothers of the clan with Li Jiyin and have a very good relationship with each other, but they also have a faint sense of resistance to his return to the Military Military Faction as his senior brother.
"I'm afraid the Guangyuan County City God's Temple will not be peaceful tomorrow night."
Qi Wuhua sighed quietly.
He rolled up his robe sleeves, put away the talismans around him, and walked toward the Delinquents' Office with long strides.
At this point, he was not completely sure that he could persuade the eldest disciple who was becoming more and more arrogant and rude.
No matter what, let's stabilize the injury tonight.
Song Ya and Wei Sheng followed him step by step with sad faces, drooped heads, and dragging their legs like lead.
In the restaurant, Qiao Lin, the leader of the Pegasus Gang, who had finally recovered from his nerves, stared blankly at the back of the man who walked quickly into the market with his hands behind his back.
Gradually, they overlapped with the Confucian scholar he met twenty-seven years ago when he was still a coachman, who left a rhyme and walked into the county government never to be seen again.
Snapped!
Qiao Lin fell to his knees with tears streaming down his face.
"You are the Immortal... The Immortal has come back to see me... The Immortal has stayed behind... Please give me another chance!"
The sound of rapid footsteps came from the stairs.
But it was the one-eyed leader who led a group of people up the stairs, extremely anxious.
"Gang leader, that monk took the raccoon slave away!"
"Yes, that monk ran so fast that none of the kids could catch up!"
"Don't worry, Gang Leader, I will immediately order the boys to search for that monk throughout the city!"
Hearing this, Qiao Lin trembled as if he was struck by thunder.
"Looking for...what are you looking for! Don't you want to live? That is the holy monk who makes immortals call themselves disciples and respect them respectfully! You are looking for death! Do you want to destroy my Pegasus Gang?"
Qiao Lin stood up, looked at the stunned gang members, and suddenly became furious.
But when I thought about it again, I felt faintly excited.
Although I missed the fairy fate that I had been waiting for for more than twenty years, I seemed to have discovered an even more incredible and huge secret.
"Pass my order, starting from today, everyone in the Pegasus Gang will eat fast and worship Buddha! Ahem, let's try it for three days."