Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 199 The Immortal Family is like a gathering of pigs and dogs

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! That's a golden elixir monk! A big shot who can walk around within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles is actually a slave!"

On a straight, narrow, long bluestone staircase with no end in sight.

Money Rat said half sarcastically, half sighing.

Behind him were seven or eight people with unkind expressions. They were all reinforcements invited from the caravan to borrow treasures.

When this group of people met earlier, they stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and then they became so angry that they almost turned the Money Rat into ashes and flew away.

Fortunately, a sudden change occurred in time and saved this guy's life.

At this time, through the layers of trees, they saw the scene of the leader of the Sanmi Sect kneeling down and worshiping. Everyone was so shocked that they were speechless, and naturally they no longer wanted to cause trouble.

"It is said that……"

Someone swallowed his saliva and said, "Master Ling's servants, none of them are below the third level, and they are often rewarded with treasures from heaven and earth!"

"...So, we, the qi-training ants, are not even qualified to be servants?"

"Haha, it's true!!"

"..."

Everyone was both frightened and excited. It could be said that the three views of Xiantu were about to be shattered to pieces.

Money Rat stood aside. Seeing this, a slightly invisible look of helplessness appeared on his face. He coughed twice to attract everyone's attention.

"No need to be envious."

"What do you mean?"

"To be honest with you, the beast tide is coming soon, and the entire carriage may not be able to survive for half a year..."

"...Because you gave me the money rat's face and came to the appointment, from now on everyone will be the servants of the demon clan. There is no need to worry about the beast tide, and there is no need to envy Master Sanmi."

"!!!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of gasps in the venue.

Some people yelled and cursed angrily, and some people retreated and tried to escape, but no one took action against them.

Money Rat saw this and shouted quickly.

"Don't run, brother! The demon servant doesn't lie to the demon servant. If you run now, you will definitely die in the beast tide. Is it possible that you can still hide in the strange cloud?"

Someone asked: "Tell me, why did we become demon servants?!"

"It's a long story, and it starts with the catastrophe many years ago..."

Before the talk of money could stop, something suddenly changed at the foot of the mountain at the archway.

I saw Mr. Ling accepting his servant, smiling casually, and not making any movement. A series of forty-nine 'Secret Seals' were released from his body.

It shines like a talisman and ancient inscriptions.

Compared with strange techniques such as the Shuoyue Hand Jue, Jue Seal is a more advanced means of initiating and executing spells. It requires the fusion of spiritual consciousness and the condensation of the Jue Seal into a seal.

Each secret seal can be regarded as a combination of a series of hand secrets and oral secrets.

For low-level spells, apart from being able to cast instantly, there is no increase in power.

Quite a bit overkill.

But when practicing more advanced and complex techniques, Jue Seal becomes a technique that must be mastered.

Condensate the seals in advance, and then arrange many seals into a technique.

If this thing is missing, it will take a long time to perform the spell, such as silently reciting the mantra for a stick of incense, and then cooperate with a series of complex tricks to finally successfully release the spell...

Of course, as the secret seal is an essential element of powerful magic, the threshold for practice is naturally not low.

It requires spiritual consciousness and spiritual strength that are not inferior to those at the golden elixir level.

In front of the archway, forty-nine secret seals were seen flying and combining, turning into seven large seals that were either as heavy as a thousand stones or as light as floating clouds.

The large seals were arranged and overlapped again.

It's too late, it only takes one or two breaths.

I saw a huge shadow of an eagle appearing behind Mr. Ling, and the wings that covered the sky suddenly waved!

The densely packed feathers shoot in all directions like sharp arrows!

In an instant, forty or fifty hills in a radius were covered.

"If you want to escape if you want to escape, you have to ask me if I agree."

…    The thing that Wu Meng was most worried about happened.

He rushed as far away as possible. Although he didn't have much time, he was far away from the scene of the incident.

I was a little relieved, but I didn't expect...

call out!

A palm-sized, illusory silver feather shot towards him.

This is the only mountain forest in Nuo Da.

No need to think about it, this thing must have tracking and positioning effects.

In other words, to some extent, I was being targeted by the other party...

His heart sank.

For him, even if this piece of feather is a spell of the Four Levels monks, it is not impossible to deal with it.

Regardless of the demonic energy or the shadow of the ephemera, there is a high probability that it can be successfully resolved.

But the problem is, once the feathers are untied, how should the big demon behind it be dealt with?

The opponent is a bird monster, and speed is its strength. It won't take more than the blink of an eye to get over to it. How can it escape by then?

At the critical moment, Wu Meng's thoughts turned and his eyes fell on the feathers.

Whether it was an illusion or not, he did not detect any threat from this technique.

If there is no misjudgment, it is not a lethal spell.

Instead, there are spatial fluctuations similar to those of a storage ring, which seems to be some kind of marking and transfer magic?

From this point of view, there is no way to escape after all. Instead of attracting attention by dissolving the spell, it is better to take a gamble!

Wu Meng's eyes flashed and he pointed out a few small spiritual insects.

Seeing it disappear into the feathers in an instant, he made a complete decision.

The next moment, the feathers submerged into the body.

Before he had time to take a closer look, the light and shadow around him changed, and he fell into a dark crowd!

His ears were filled with screams, and there was also a lot of crying and wailing.

He remained in a slumped position, and no one knew who was being crushed under his butt.

The subtle thing is that the other party did not resist. Instead, he used him as a cover and put his head on the ground, shivering.

This was the first time Wu Meng had seen such a chaotic scene.

He could easily tell that there were immortals with spiritual power around him.

In the past, these people were tall and handsome, but now they were no different from ordinary pigs and dogs.

What a shocking scene.

He concentrated his mind and only glanced with his peripheral vision.

Not far away stands an archway, which is the gate of Sanmi Sect.

It seems that the guess is good. The feathers previously were used for positioning and teleportation, and were used to gather people scattered nearby.

As for what he's planning, I don't think it's too good...

Wu Meng continued to lower his head and judged Mr. Ling's location through the gazes of the people around him.

Not only that, by lowering his head and wiping his face, he made subtle adjustments to the disguise technique.

When he looked up again, his face changed, his white beard disappeared, and he became a middle-aged monk with low eyebrows and smooth eyes.

There is only so much that can be done at the moment.

As for the rest, we can only take it one step at a time.

After waiting for a while, Mr. Ling disappeared in a flash and appeared again.

In less than two breaths, a tall and thin man with a drooped head was already in his hand.

"That... is the dragon-bearing envoy..."

The words filled with fear reached Wu Meng's ears.

Clap!

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Ling shook his arm, and a golden token in the shape of a scaly dragon wrapped around a mountain fell from the Dragon Bearer's body.

It hit the stone slabs on the ground and bounced several times, making a ding-dong sound.

(End of this chapter)