Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 836: I didn't expect that I had an affair with your niece (two in one)

Click, click, click...

As the zombie slowly turned its head, Chu Pingsheng saw a familiar face.

Master Panshu, the abbot of Qinglong Temple, is also the master of Henghui and Hengyuan.

Of course, Pan Shu at this time was no longer the original Pan Shu. His eyeballs turned white, his face turned black, and blue veins spread like tree roots. His whole body exuded not vitality but corpse energy.

It is obvious that the monk Panshu has been turned into a corpse puppet.

Click...

Click...

Gudong.

goodong...

At this time, there were more sounds of stone slabs turning over, one stiff hand after another stretched out from the mud, one bald head after another, one familiar face after another came into view.

Like the Panshu monk, they are all corpse puppets.

Always clear, always connected, always empty, always abstain…

Chu Pingsheng looked at the monks of Qinglong Temple who had all turned into corpse puppets with a strange expression.

"This is quite a big deal. Xu Pingfeng, if I'm not mistaken, this was done by you, right?"

He paid no attention to the corpses of monks that had crawled out from the ground and surrounded him, and looked at a man wearing a black cloak and a hood deep enough to cover his face who suddenly appeared on the roof of the Bodhi Hall.

"I spared your life last time, but you still dared to provoke me. I said I couldn't trace Fuxiang's scent. I guess you used the Mountain and Sea Pearl, one of the twelve magical instruments of the Wushen Cult, to hide her, right?"

"good."

Xu Pingfeng said in a deep voice: "I blocked her aura."

"Oh, fighting among the family, that's great."

"Can't talk about it."

"how to say?"

"Since she likes you, she is an enemy, not a friend. How can there be any infighting?"

"Right."

Chu Pingsheng said: "You and the demon race are in a mutually beneficial relationship."

Xu Pingfeng changed the subject and said, "Look at the corpses around you. Don't they look familiar?"

"so what?"

"How does it feel to be besieged by your own master and fellow disciples?"

"Why are you doing this? After all, you are their relative. How could you be so cruel..."

"relative?"

Xu Pingfeng was confused by him. Looking at the corpse puppet used by him under the spiritualism, he suspected that the monk had lost his mind.

"According to seniority, I should call you uncle, and these people are my master and fellow apprentices. Tell me... are they considered your relatives?"

"Uncle...?"

"Are you so ignorant? Now, in the entire night watchman's office, and even in the Dafeng court, everyone knows that Xu Qian'an is my eldest brother-in-law. You are his father, so in terms of seniority, aren't you my uncle?"

With a click, Xu Pingfeng stepped on half a tile and broke it. His body swayed and he almost fell down.

This bastard slept with his niece? And became Xu Pingzhi's son-in-law?

He used the wizard system's spiritualism to enslave the corpses of monks in Qinglong Temple, with the aim of severely damaging the monks' spirits and making them mentally unbalanced. However, he did not expect that the monks would strike back and stab him in the heart.

"How do you know Xu Pingzhi is my brother?"

"How refreshing! Since I can tell your name right away, isn't it normal for me to know your relationship with Xu Pingzhi and Xu Qian'an?"

"who are you?"

"you guess."

This tune...

Xu Pingfeng was furious and pointed angrily: "Kill him!"

"I am your niece's husband. If you kill me, your niece will be a widow."

"Kill him! Kill him!" Xu Pingfeng shouted excitedly.

As for his emotions towards the monk who performed the consecration ceremony, anger was secondary. The number one emotion was fear, because it seemed that nothing could be hidden from the monk, and it seemed as if the magic of divination had failed to work.

The monks of Qinglong Temple who were enslaved by spiritualism rushed forward quickly. However, when they were about ten feet away from the monk, their steps suddenly slowed down, their movements became more and more stiff, and finally they stood still as if petrified.

Xu Pingfeng made hand gestures again and again and chanted the spiritual spell again and again, but it was of no use. The connection with the corpse puppet in the yard was cut off.

"You actually...know witchcraft?"

Spiritism is a spell of the wizard system. If someone wants to cut off the connection between him and the corpse puppet, the other party can only be a wizard or warlock who is stronger than him - warlocks are derived from wizards. This is why he, a second-grade warlock, can become a spiritual master of the Witch God Cult when he changes his career halfway.

"No, it's witchcraft!"

It is easy to understand that a wizard stronger than him can break the spiritualism, and a warlock can also set up a magic circle to cut off his connection with the corpse puppet. However, with his second-grade cultivation, unless he is a super-grade wizard god, even the great wizard of the wizard god cult, Saren Agu, cannot shield the energy fluctuations of witchcraft in front of him.

Similarly, it is impossible for monks to set up a magic circle temporarily.

Then the answer can only be the "corpse Gu" unique to the southern Xinjiang Gu tribe.

"Well, it is."

Xu Pingfeng: "When?!"

After saying this, the face hidden in the hood suddenly changed color, remembering the conversation between the two just now: "The conversation just now...are you stalling for time?"

"Yes."

Xu Pingfeng glanced at the fallen leaves on the ground. He thought that the poisonous insects must have used their cover to drill into the bodies of these corpse puppets, thus blocking the spiritualism.

What the hell is this fake monk?

He was proficient in both witchcraft and sorcery, and was considered a man of extraordinary talent in this world. However, the other party gave him a great shock when they first met, and the same thing happened when they met for the second time?

"Look... they are my master and fellow apprentices. Respecting teachers is a virtue. How can I let you enslave them to deal with me?" Chu Pingsheng pointed at Xu Pingfeng and said, "Kill him."

The monk corpses surrounding him turned quickly, faster and more agile than when they were controlled by spiritualism, and rushed towards him like living people.

"Don't think about it!"

Xu Pingfeng shouted loudly and changed his hand gestures.

The sky was filled with flickering lights, and the shadow of a magic circle emerged. Pressure was poured down, and the corpses froze in their tracks. Those that were leaping fell, and those that were walking knelt down, their bones making crackling sounds.

"drink."

There was another loud shout, and all the fallen leaves that were pressed to the ground by the gravity array in the sky flew up. The array pattern on the ground became visible, and black air emerged and condensed into the ghost shadow of a monk from Qinglong Temple. With ghost cries like "Henghui, help me" and "Henghui, you're back...", they pounced on Chu Pingsheng's body.

These ghosts, whose resentment and evil spirits were upgraded under the blessing of the formation, did not encounter any obstacles and possessed his body very smoothly.

It went smoothly and Xu Pingfeng was stunned.

"Uncle, you are so cruel... I am... your nephew-in-law..."

Chu Pingsheng learned to speak from the soul of the monk enslaved by Xu Pingfeng.

"You...what's going on?"

Of course Xu Pingfeng couldn't believe his "nonsense" because the ghosts of the monks, like corpse puppets, disappeared from his perception.

Chu Pingsheng said with a smile: "Didn't I say it before? They are my master and fellow apprentices, so their relationship is definitely closer than yours. At the critical moment, they will of course favor me."

Uh...

The ghosts cried again. The ghost of the monk that had just entered Chu Pingsheng's body was not restricted by the gravity array at all. It was blown towards the wizard who enslaved them on the top of the Bodhi Temple with the cold wind.

Xu Pingfeng waved his sleeves continuously, and bolts of lightning shot out one after another, defeating the monk ghosts that attacked him. The strongest abbot of Qinglong Temple, Panshu, was only a fifth-rank Herrscher. Now he had lost his physical body and turned into a fierce ghost. Even if he brought a group of soul followers with him, it was impossible for them to cause harm to him, a second-rank cultivator. This was common sense.

But what shocked him was that these evil spirits that were most afraid of lightning strikes could reunite after dispersing and continue to pounce on him with full of hostility.

"This is not the Earth Sect's Hundred Ghosts Formation."

"Yes."

Chu Pingsheng walked towards the Bodhi Hall step by step.

"This is the Xuanyin Hundred Ghosts Formation."

Before, in the Night Watchman's Office, he only released the souls of the masters enslaved in the world of Snow Blade, and did not activate the bonus effect of the Mahayana Paradise Demon Body.

The Hundred Ghosts Formation is a kind of formation used by Zi Lian, but after being amplified by the demonic body, it has turned into a barrier, just like the Twenty-Three Swords. The difference is that the barrier of the Twenty-Three Swords can suppress the primordial spirit, while the Xuanyin Hundred Ghosts Formation can reunite the torn ghosts, allowing them to gain the effect of infinite rebirth, thereby depleting the combat effectiveness of powerful enemies.

Zi Lian and Yang Yan fought. Because Yang Yan had no means to attack the evil spirits, but had a strong body and a Qi shield for defense, Zi Lian threatened to exhaust Yang Yan to death when she used the Hundred Ghosts Formation. On this side, Xu Pingfeng practiced both witchcraft and witchcraft, so he had no shortage of means to deal with the evil spirits, but unfortunately, the evil spirits of the Xuanyin Hundred Ghosts Formation could reunite.

boom.

stab...

Xu Pingfeng stopped waving his sleeves and stretched out his palm to push. The blood-red lightning hit the first ghost shadow, destroying it and then bounced to the second, the third... until the sixth one.

"Chain lightning?"

Chu Pingsheng walked forward leisurely while commenting: "The integration and application of the third-grade spiritual wisdom master's slightly modified rules and the warlock's formation? It's good, but it's useless."

Sure enough, the six ghosts that disappeared almost at the same time reunited again.

“You are not naive enough to think that you can break the Xuanyin Hundred Ghosts Formation without dealing with me, the caster, right? If it were Yunzhou, you might be able to use the luck of the whole state to break the Xuanyin Hundred Ghosts Formation, but in the suburbs of Beijing, with the pressure from the Supervisor, you have the second-grade cultivation but cannot use your full strength. What a pity, what a pity…” Xu Pingfeng wrapped himself in a blood-colored cover and watched the monk who walked into the Bodhi Hall step by step with gritted teeth.

The other party mentioned Yunzhou, and he also knew that he could mobilize Yunzhou's luck? What about his relationship with the Ji family...

It felt like being stripped naked and standing in front of the monk.

Chu Pingsheng ignored him and walked straight into the Bodhi Hall. He glanced at the four statues of celestial bodhisattvas. There was a lot of blood splattered on the face of Faji bodhisattva, the hand seal of Jialuoshu bodhisattva was broken, and the head of Liuli bodhisattva was directly cut off.

When Fuxiang saw him come in, she shook her head even more violently, made a humming sound with her mouth, and looked anxious.

Chu Pingsheng seemed unaware and stomped his foot less than ten feet away from her. A red array pattern appeared on the ground. However, before the array could take effect, a sudden burst of sword energy crushed the energy under his feet, and the array collapsed.

He took another step forward, and the green array pattern appeared again. Xu Pingfeng actually set up two sets of magic arrays in such a narrow area. This time it was not the sword energy that burst out, but a ball of evil spirit spread out, corroding the green array pattern completely.

After that, there was no more resistance. Chu Pingsheng walked up to Fuxiang, scratched the ropes that bound her with his fingers, and pulled out the cloth gag, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Fuxiang shook her head: "I'm fine."

At this moment, there was a slight sound behind him, followed by Xu Pingfeng's shouting: "Kaiguang, prepare to die."

He turned around and saw Xu Pingfeng, whose sleeve was torn, using the teleportation array deployed in advance to come to the front yard from the top of the hall, temporarily getting rid of the entanglement of the monk's ghost. He raised his hands and drew a semicircle, and nine demon-sealing nails emerged with a hint of blood.

"go."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

With a sound of breaking through the air, the Demon-Sealing Nail pierced straight into the Bodhi Hall.

Chu Pingsheng slightly raised his right hand and was about to confine the space in front of him when something strange happened. An old barbarian figure with layered cloth wrapped around his head and a bright stone hanging around his waist appeared behind Fuxiang. He pressed down with both hands and held down Chu Pingsheng's shoulders.

The demon-sealing nails that were outside the door a moment ago suddenly appeared in front of him, with three nails driven into his chest, two into his lower abdomen, and four into his limbs.

He groaned, took a half step back, and tried his best to shake off the old man's phantom hands and hold onto the big red pillar supporting the beam of the house.

"He...is not Fuxiang, not Yeji."

"good."

Xu Pingfeng was immersed in the joy of his evil plan succeeding. The ghost shadows that pounced towards him from the top of the hall made a puff sound and dissipated one after another. The corpses of the monks around him also seemed to lose control and fell to the ground together, without any movement.

"Monk, I thought you could calculate everything, but I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would calculate you."

He said proudly like a cockroach who had been bullied for a long time and finally got his chance to turn the tables: "Do you have a lot of questions? For example, where is Fuxiang? Who is this old man who can hold you down? Why did your poison pill fail? Considering that you are my nephew's husband, I will be merciful and explain it to you."

"Do you think I caught Fuxiang? I put her into the Wushen Cult's magical instrument Shanhaizhu to block your perception? You only guessed half right. The fox elder Yeji who possessed Fuxiang has the secret technique of soul possession. Once she abandons this body, the poison pill will naturally become ineffective. Her demon companion brought her body from southern Xinjiang. Now Yeji has restored her original appearance. Fuxiang here is just a living dead who has lost three souls and only has seven spirits left."

"This body is useless to the demon clan, but for me, it is a good bait. As a wizard, it is not difficult to control a corpse. However, in order to deceive you, a monk whose strength far exceeds that of an ordinary third-grade monk, the flaws of the spiritualism are too big and easy to be discovered. So I used the sacrificial technique that only fifth-grade wizards can master to summon the fighting spirit of the old man Tiangu of the Gu clan to lurk in Fuxiang's body. Since you are carrying a corpse Gu, you should be familiar with the old man Tiangu of the Gu clan, right? He is a second-grade Gu master. Although his fighting spirit cannot be stronger than when he was alive, it is enough to restrict you for a period of time by sneak attack."

"Now, do you understand?"

Chu Pingsheng nodded: "Oh, so that's how it is, the fighting spirit of old man Tian Gu, no wonder..."

Xu Pingfeng said: "You should be proud that I spent so much time setting a trap to deal with a third-grade person, but it's a pity that even if you are proud, you can only be proud in hell."

"I am your nephew-in-law."

"Nephew-in-law? Haha..."

"That's right. You are scheming against your own son, let alone your nephew's husband."

Xu Pingfeng said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and go to hell."

He took out his sleeves with both hands, which were covered in blood, and pressed them towards Chu Pingsheng's head.

……

At the same time, in the southern suburbs of Beijing.

In an abandoned thatched hut, Xu Qian'an, Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao sat around a dilapidated square table, each holding a piece of bread and eating it with pickled vegetables, occasionally taking a sip from the water bag.

"Why aren't you coming?"

Zhu Guangxiao was getting a little impatient waiting.

Xu Qian'an said, "Why are you in such a hurry? It's only been an incense stick since the agreed time. If you are hungry and eat here, others won't eat?"

"Too."

Song Tingfeng poked Zhu Guangxiao's arm and said, "Solving this case must be a great achievement. You will definitely get the reward. What do you plan to do with it?"

"..."

"Don't play dead." Song Tingfeng was very dissatisfied with his attitude: "I paid for the last time I went to the Jiaofangsi, and the time before that it was Ning Yan who paid for it. This time it's your turn."

Just as Zhu Guangxiao was about to speak, the rhythmic call of a cuckoo was heard outside.

goo goo...

Coo coo coo......

"I'm coming." Xu Qian'an quickly stood up, walked to the door, and signaled through the door: "Odd changes, even remains the same."

Soon, someone outside answered: "The symbol depends on the quadrant."

Song Tingfeng couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He didn't understand a word of this code.

When Zhu Guangxiao entered the night watchman's office, his qualification was assessed as one level lower than Song Tingfeng's. The latter could not understand such strange codes, and he could not remember them.

In Xu Qian'an's words, this is a special term in the field of alchemy, and it is normal that they cannot accept it.

While the two were daydreaming, Xu Qian'an had already pushed open the door of the wooden house and walked out. With the sound of clothing, a swordsman with his face covered with a black cloth jumped down from the big tree in front of the right.

"The night watchman Yinluo Xu Qian'an?"

"Exactly."

"Lady Feiyan wants me to hand him over to you."

As he spoke, the man opened the black cloth bag that fell to the ground with him, revealing the face of a man who had fallen into a coma. Song Tingfeng took out the portrait of Zhou Chixiong, a captain of the Jinwu Guard, and looked at it carefully for a while before nodding: "Yes, it's Zhou Chixiong."

After confirming the prisoner's identity, Xu Qian'an let out a long sigh: "May I ask your name, brother?"

"Dugin."

"Brother Du, you have worked hard along the way."

He politely took out a small bag of silver and handed it over: "This... is just a token of my appreciation."

Du Jin didn't act pretentiously and took the purse and put it into his sleeve.

"Now that the person has been brought here safely, I'm leaving."

Xu Qian'an clasped his fists, watched the other party leave, and walked back to Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao.

"Is it okay?"

"I've checked his pulse. He's fine, just knocked unconscious." Song Tingfeng said, and then he winked at Zhu Guangxiao: "Go get the carriage. Such an important prisoner can't be seen by those guys in the Ministry of Justice."

The latter nodded and walked towards the carriage not far from the wooden house. Unexpectedly, after walking a few meters forward, a strong wind blew, so strong that it blew him and the fallen leaves on the ground backwards, and fell in front of Song Tingfeng and Xu Qian'an with a thud, spitting out blood.

A giant red bird with a body length of nearly two meters fell from the sky. Its shape kept changing as it landed. Its wings shrank and turned into human arms, and its two sharp beaks became lips. As it landed, it no longer looked like a bird, but turned into a handsome man with narrow eyes.

Song Tingfeng pointed at the man who was walking towards him with murderous intent and stammered, "Monster...monster...monster..."

call.

A gust of wind blew by, and the Qi Refining Stage night watchman's gong flew across the ground and hit a big tree heavily. He vomited blood and fainted.

Xu Qi'an's hair stood on end. He had never expected that today's actions would attract the demon race. And from what just happened, even if he had advanced to the seventh level of Qi Refining and became a Silver Luo, he was definitely not a match for the demon. In other words, the other party could kill him in one move.

"I advise you to give up resistance and follow me obediently."

Hongying looked at Xu Qian'an as if he were a dead man. As an ally of the Wang Party, the Demon Clan certainly could not sit idly by and watch Zhou Chixiong fall into the hands of the night watchman. Even though Shenshu's right arm had been rescued, it did not mean that the Wang Party had no value. Once Zhou Chixiong betrayed the Minister of Rites, who would provide the Demon Clan with information about the Dafeng court in the future?

After Qing Ji got the information that Du Jin and Xu Qian'an were meeting in the southern suburbs, she gave him the task of killing and silencing them.

Is the other party coming for Zhou Chixiong?
Xu Qian'an didn't want to die, so he smiled flatteringly: "How about a negotiation? I can give the person to you, but... you have to let me go."

Unlike in the night watchman's office, he did not dare to mention the name of the monk who performed the consecration, because he knew very well that the hatred between the Tianyu and the southern border demon clan was as deep as the sea, and mentioning the monk's name would only backfire.

"Noisy."

Hongying waved her hand and two red lights shot out at such a fast speed that Xu Qian'an couldn't make any defensive moves. At the critical moment, there was only one thought in his mind: It's over!

call out.

A black shadow fell.

The shock wave directly knocked Xu Qian'an back several meters.

At the same time, there were two soft hissing sounds, and two red feathers appeared on the tree diagonally in front.

After surviving the calamity, he had no time to rejoice but looked up and forward, and saw a huge black eagle that came from nowhere and rushed into the battlefield. Its golden horns were surrounded by green electric light. It swung its wings forward, and lightning flashed in the fan-shaped area in front, and explosions continued. The demon man's arms transformed into wings to block in front of him. Lightning flashed continuously on the surface of its wings, and beams of fire rose up, which were exchanged for roars.

What's the situation?
Great Eagle versus Red Bird?
Internal strife among the demon clan?

Xu Qian'an found that he couldn't understand what was happening before him. He couldn't understand it at all...

Sizzle, crackle...

Squeak, squeak.

The lightning above the black eagle's head became stronger, and the clouds in the sky became particularly gloomy and continued to press down.

At this moment, the eagle flapped its wings, and whoosh...the wind whistled violently, and there were crackling sounds all around. Trees as thick as bowls were uprooted.

The hair on the monster's protective wings was bald in several patches, and his hair was burnt. Perhaps he knew he was no match for his opponent and would die if he resisted, so he became extremely powerful and spread his wings violently. A burst of energy tore through the lightning net, and he pushed his feet against the ground, soaring into the sky, transforming from a human form into a red bird flying towards the east.

(End of this chapter)