Taoist chanting

The bronze lamp fell back into the palm of his hand. Zhang Wenfeng did not continue to change places to collect the living souls and ghosts hidden in the ground. He looked at a group of demon cultivators standing tens of miles away in the air. The leaders were three fifth-level demons who were loudly questioning Lu Changyuan, Gu Qingrong.

The other fifth-order monks stared at the monster more than [-] miles away with unkind expressions. They lost several companions, and everyone was in a bad mood.

The grumpy Lian Huo had already held his fire wand in his hand, his breath tightening and shrinking.

Swish, Lu Zijin, whose face was black and white, flew past the side, and went away in an instant, and a voice transmission sounded in the ear of the temple master: "Old man You is not dead, he is hiding in the east, hiding and not wanting to see people. "

Zhang Wenfeng turned around and flew east slowly, and heard Lu Zijin's carefree greeting from a distance.

"Tiger, Hualianba, Ye Mozi, the three of you who cut off your heads are too slow. There is a demon entrenched in this place for many years, and you haven't heard the slightest movement? Look at it yourself, there is still demon energy remaining In the air, it is drifting towards the west, don’t talk so much, the demonic energy that drifts to your territory will be cleared by your subordinates, we have worked hard and suffered heavy losses, and it is meaningless to complain about you.”

"Uh... no, Brother Silver Donkey, that's not what we mean. You Demon Slayers can say hello to us in advance, and we can also help."

"Hey, tiger brother, you ate light grass ash and farted lightly. The devil's ability in the late stage of the fifth level is great. We recruited people like charades. How dare we reveal the slightest news? What if the devil perceives threats? Where will you go?" Hiding, or harming several cities in one night, or going around your territory, no one can bear it, so if you have something to say, don't be so angry."

"That's right, if there's any misunderstanding, it's good to just open it up, and it doesn't hurt the friendship between neighbors. Brother Yinlu, Yemozi got a few jars of good wine a while ago, let's go get together when we have time?"

"Haha, you can have this."

Zhang Wenfeng had already flown away, so he didn't pay attention to the conversation behind the donkey.

Put away the bronze lamp, silence the second soul, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, donkeys can be eaten everywhere nowadays, and they are very good at making friends.

When he finds You Lao back, he will stay here for a few days, absorb living souls, ghosts, and residual demonic energy, cast spells to save the living beings in hundreds of miles, and earn some merit while doing good deeds.

When Tu Kun saw that the temple owner was coming, he found an excuse to lure Shi Yin away, and the two went to the southeast to inspect, and gave the place to the temple owner.

Zhang Wenfeng stood on the bare mountain where the donkey stayed, waited for a while, and a weak and almost transparent figure appeared in the open space a few feet ahead, and You Lao, who had almost survived death, had fallen to the third level of cultivation.

"Doom is inevitable, the old man will have to sleep for some years before he can recover."

You Mengchang shook his head and sighed, and said: "Youti, who was sent to Lingbao Temple, has died instead of the old man. This matter is deliberately concealed by the old man. The world is unpredictable. Old guys like this old man who have done too many evils have to die. Take some precautions."

He knew Taoist Zhang's temperament, so he said it on his own initiative, and he couldn't hide it anymore.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't say much, and asked, "You Lao, does the devil still have remnants hiding in this area?"

That's what he's most concerned about right now.

"You take the old man around this area a few more times. The distance is about five miles. No matter how hidden the demon soul is, the old man can sense the existence of the demon soul. The fragments of the old man's body that the demon swallowed were tampered with by the old man. , Three days later, the special soul curse breath just disappeared."

You Mengchang turned into a thin black air and escaped into Taoist Zhang's left sleeve.

Zhang Wenfeng understood that Jiang was still old and spicy, and the devil was greedy. He dared to swallow everything into his body, and he was used by You Lao to plot him ruthlessly.

He flew up, and slowly turned around in circles along the position where the demon head blew himself up. The group of demon cultivators in the distance had retreated to the demon clan territory in the west, and set up a formation two hundred miles away to prevent the demonic energy from drifting towards the demon clan. go.

Lu Changyuan and the others saw that Guanzhu Zhang was busy, and no one flew up to talk to him, so they each found something to do.

After wandering around for a long time, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly remembered something, and asked through sound transmission: "You Lao, I caught a lot of magic soul silk this time, and imprisoned them all in the bronze lamp. I plan to spend some time to torture..."

"Wait, your bronze lamp can imprison the demon soul, won't it lose the vitality of the demon soul?"

You Mengchang interrupted loudly, and asked anxiously.

The cultivator has the means to capture the demon soul, but the demon soul silk that lacks nourishment will not survive for long in this world.

Zhang Wenfeng made a special investigation, and said via voice transmission: "No, the small world inside the bronze lamp is similar to the underworld, and the magic soul silk stays in it very well."

Youmeng smiled, and said via voice transmission: "Sure enough, it's 'Yanzhi is not a blessing', 'God helps me', after three months of my cultivation, please take me into the small world, I will slowly devour the magic soul silk , to speed up the recovery speed, the old man will not let you suffer, and exchange some rare treasures with you."

With his impeccable temperament, he transferred the rare treasures on his body before killing the devil.

For monks, the devil is a terrifying and troublesome existence, but in the eyes of Meng Mei, the disintegrated devil soul is an extremely delicious nourishing food. Of course, in the eyes of the devil, Meng Mei is equally delicious.

Zhang Wenfeng joked, "Mr. You, you have a solid family background."

"It's average, it's almost bottoming out."

"After this incident, let's take a trip to Shen Yuanzong's Shendao treasure house, take my small world heavy weapon, the stone sword, and bring it back to the sect to sacrifice slowly."

Zhang Wenfeng reminded that he deliberately emphasized the word "mine".

You Mengchang laughed and said: "As long as you are willing to let your wife stay alone for another 30 years, the old man will tell you how to use the sword."

"Does it take that long to get the sword?"

"The sword is buried in a special place. It is the eye of the treasury's protective array. If you want to get the sword, you have to sacrifice heavy weapons in the treasury. Only by leaving a mark can you successfully take the heavy weapon. 30 years may not be enough." gone."

You Meng said a little gloatingly, the old man's heavy weapon is not so easy to get.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it later when we have time."

Zhang Wenfeng immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking the sword along the way. He is not very proficient in the bronze lamp in his hand. He will be proficient in one thing first. Swords are much easier.

Wandering around late into the night, he circled the [-]-mile radius of the site twice to make sure that nothing was missed. Zhang Wenfeng stopped and landed on a hilltop to meditate until dawn.

The surviving mortals and low-level monks in this area are all concentrated in several temporarily enclosed valleys.

Fifth-rank monks such as Fa Yuan and Shi Qisheng began to investigate one by one. It took a day to transfer away the mortals and monks who had been inspected. For decades, mortals cannot be allowed to stay in this place.

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