Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 325: A plan to draw inferences from one instance

"Withdraw!"

Zeng Wanglou was holding a small tripod in his left hand, with a transparent Rubik's Cube spinning non-stop floating in front of him, and he spoke casually.

The gray fog spread on the glacier rolled towards the Jiuhuan Palace from all directions. After this battle, he had the confidence to deal with the siege of three or five masters of the same level. Even if he was defeated, he could escape calmly. The underworld was so vast that he could come and go freely.

This confidence came partly from the two borrowed treasures, which gave him room to maneuver and leverage.

Back then, he was willing to bear the infamy and "take away" the Nine Illusions Cauldron and the Nine Illusions Palace. Not only was the Da Jing Dynasty on the decline, but there were undercurrents within the top leadership and the various forces fighting against each other, which made him realize that there was a conspiracy that was about to plot against him.

Another point is that he vaguely calculated that his chance of survival, which was "hanging on a thread," depended on the two valuable treasures.

I just didn't expect the process to be so tortuous and complicated, and last so long, which is rare in the world.

It's no exaggeration to say it was a life-and-death experience. I was trapped in a land of despair for more than 800 years and almost didn't survive.

It is because of the long experience of surviving and struggling in darkness and hopelessness.

He is now open-minded enough to let go of everything and not care about anything. Fame and fortune are not in his eyes.

Except for the unchanging "seeking the truth".

A smile, a river of bright moon and a river of autumn.

Let go of all the grudges against family and country, walk your own way, and leave nothing behind.

Xu Yuanchang followed his orders and waved his hand to use his magic power to roll his nephew, Liu Xianfeng and Zhuifeng into the space. Zhuifeng grunted twice quickly, as the mine it had just discovered had not yet been mined.

Why are we in such a hurry to retreat after winning a great victory?

"Wait until the storm dies down and come back in a few days. There is no rush. The underground mine you discovered is very secretive and has not been excavated by anyone for so many years. Don't worry, it's ours and it won't get away."

Xu Yuanchang sent a message to comfort Zhui Feng, who had finally discovered the new mine, saying that he did not want to disappoint the meritorious officials.

He and Jiao Teng followed Lao Zeng who had taken back the treasure and quickly retreated to the southeast.

In less than two quarters of an hour, Black Bolt and four dark shadows arrived from three directions. The icy land, broken mountaintops and traces of battle were shocking. Where were the traces of human monks within hundreds of miles?
"King Wuyou has not died yet, but we cannot determine his whereabouts. The secrets of heaven have been disturbed by the precious treasure."

One of the shadows kept changing its shape, observing a fist-sized translucent bead treasure thrown in the air. It was good at tracking and observing celestial phenomena, but after trying many methods, it had lost all clues here.

The vast ice field does not allow them to search separately.

That mysterious monk with an umbrella is too dangerous.

Black Bolt was getting anxious and suggested, "King of Shadow, let's chase them south for thousands of miles, maybe we can find some clues?"

The changing black shadow took back the orb, and couldn't bear to reject Black Bolt, who had lost his tribe's confidant, so he said "let's go", and then turned invisible and flew quickly to the south at a low altitude.

The danger level of the umbrella monk has been raised to the highest level.

Zeng Wanglou led the two of them to fly thousands of miles away and found a glacial valley, which was full of ice caves and cracks. Walking into the caves that extended in all directions, he was eager to get rid of the numerous black spirit troops in the Jiuhuan Palace.

While on the journey, he used his spiritual sense to control the Nine Palace Soul Locking Chain, used illusionary energy to confuse most of the third-level black spirits, and released soul-binding lightning from time to time to attack the fourth-level black spirits that gathered and tried to bombard him, disrupting their cooperation.

No fifth-level black spirits were caught and they all escaped.

The Nine Illusions Cauldron was suspended above, and a purple-golden light hung down like a canopy, covering the three people within a range of ten feet.

"Wait for me for a while, Yuanzhang, just pay attention to the movements within ten miles, don't pay attention to too far away."

"Understood. Please."

Xu Yuanchang watched Lao Zeng disappear, leaving behind a thick cold fog. He carefully used his spiritual sense to observe the movements in the night, pondering the feasibility of following Black Bat King's example and bringing a large team of monks to launch a surprise attack on the Black Spirit's stronghold.

Attack everywhere, try to take the initiative to retaliate, and scare the united black spirit forces.

At the very least, it should prevent the Black Spirit masters from having any plans to attack Dingzhou's territory again.

Jiao Teng sat silently in the corner, closing his eyes to rest, ignoring the previous battle.

She does what she is told and never talks too much.

Zeng Wanglou suddenly descended upon the gray fog-filled space of the Nine Illusions Palace, and immediately used the Soul-Locking Chain to restrict the movements of the fourth-order black spirits. Holding wooden spikes, he launched a one-sided massacre and harvest.

The figure flashed and appeared at an incredibly fast speed, which was impossible for the third and fourth level black spirits to guard against.

In less than a quarter of an hour, all the black spirits that were scattered and unable to connect were slaughtered.

In addition to continuing to replenish fantasy stones, the Nine Fantasy Palace also requires the power of souls for sacrifice and nourishment.

He went to great lengths to bring in this team of black spirits, thinking that he could kill two birds with one stone. Otherwise, wouldn't it be much easier for him to use his magical powers to kill the bewitched black spirits on the battlefield over there?
Zeng Wanglou took out a black umbrella from behind, opened it, and slipped inside.

The Mountain Ghost General was ordered to deal with King Wuyou who was trapped in the Black Umbrella's small world. After such a long time, it had tried every trick in the book and its body was covered in tatters of ghost mist, looking horrible. When it saw the real boss finally appeared, it almost cried.

Zeng Wanglou casually threw a fourth-level soul bead and said calmly: "This is a reward for you. You did a good job."

The figure disappeared into the black fog.

The mountain ghost swallowed the soul bead in one gulp, feeling a long-lost feeling of eating meat.

It was not easy, the ghost fog surged and quickly repaired it.

Xu Yuanchang waited for about half an hour, and when he saw Mr. Zeng walking out of the cold fog, his heart finally settled down.

Zeng Wanglou threw a sealed bottle containing the residual soul of King Wuyou and a black bag to Xu Yuanchang, leaving it to the Taoist to deal with. He harvested a large amount of resources this time, including three rare Tongxuan stones, and piles of other rare treasures.

Xu Yuanchang used his spiritual sense to scan the bag. In addition to a Tongxuan stone, there was also a small bag of rare materials and treasures, such as foundation stone, soul-enhancing jade, Taiyuan stone, etc.

"There is no danger anymore. The helpers Black Bolt called have lost their way. We will stay here for another day."

Zeng Wanglou looked relaxed with a smile on his face.

He just needed resources to practice alchemy, so I'll help him get them all at once this time.

It’s such a good thing that I don’t have to ask Taoist Xu for help.

Xu Yuanchang took out a few foundation stones and soul-enhancing jades to get rid of the Jiao Teng, and said in a voice transmission: "Mr. Zeng, I want to discuss something with you. I want to make use of the space at hand and bring an elite team of 3,000 people to attack the Black Spirit Fortress everywhere..."

He briefly outlined the ideas he had been pondering.

He and Mr. Zeng knew each other through a series of events and decades of interactions. They have helped each other.

He needs to rely on Mr. Zeng's strength to avoid being targeted because he is too prominent.

The arrow that comes from behind is particularly hurtful.

Zeng Wanglou pondered for a moment and said in a voice transmission: "You pushed the matter of owning the huge space treasure onto me. In addition, I need the cooperation of the old sword saint and others. We can mobilize the movements of the black spirits in a planned way and take advantage of the gaps in the black spirits' strength to attack their key points. We cannot cooperate with the demon tribe on this matter. I don't trust those guys."

The Nine Illusions Palace he currently owns can accommodate about two thousand people.

I was secretly shocked by Taoist Xu's wealth and background. The cultivator who came into being could not be guessed by common sense.

He became more determined to follow Taoist Xu to the Dark Realm Gate. His current good fortune was due to luck. As for Taoist Xu's desire to make great achievements, he just let it go.

With him guarding him, it would be difficult for Taoist Xu to get into danger.

No matter how many other elite monks are killed or injured, it is none of his business.

When Xu Yuanchang heard that Lao Zeng took the initiative to take the trouble, he clasped his fists and thanked him with a smile. It was not difficult to talk to a smart person. As soon as he took the initiative, the other party immediately understood his intention.

The two discussed for a long time and decided on some response strategies.

The next morning, the three of them walked south on the glacier. The monotonous scenery remained, but their mood was very different.

Near dusk, Zeng Wanglou suddenly stopped flying. He felt a little uneasy, and after calculating for a while, he said, "Shan Lang is in danger, I must rush there immediately, you and fellow Daoist Jiao Teng..."

He used the implicit connection of blood to locate Zeng Shanlang's heart and drew the blood pattern that connected his soul.

Within thirty thousand miles, he could sense certain situations of Zeng Shanlang.

However, Zeng Shanlang unexpectedly met with danger about a thousand miles outside Zhenbei City.

It is impossible for Zeng Shanlang to go so far out of the city given his position as inspector, right?

Xu Yuanchang urged, "Saving people is like putting out a fire. Hurry up and I will follow you."

It was one thing that he trusted Lao Zeng, but he was not willing to take the initiative to go into the Jiuhuan Palace. The situation was not that critical, and this place was not more than ten thousand miles away from Zhenbei City.

Zeng Wanglou told them the approximate location, threw a jade token to each of them, and then his figure disappeared into the distance in a flash.

There was a bare valley at the edge of the ice field. Zeng Shanlang relied on a set of formation equipment given by his ancestor to cover an area of ​​a hundred feet in size and tried his best to delay time. Three of the five members of the patrol team had died, and Zeng Shanlang and another person were both seriously injured.

"Captain, all the distress messages I sent out were intercepted by the Black Spirit. What should I do?"

"Captain, there are three fifth-level black spirits outside. We can't delay for long."

The companions were a little confused. The formation that could provide them with protection seemed to be in danger and could be broken by the black spirit at any time.

Zeng Shanlang had more than one protective treasure customized by the ancestor on him, otherwise he would not have been able to hold up the formation. His battle suit was torn, and his chest and back were covered in blood. However, he was strong and could still hold on.

If he encounters one or two fifth-level black spirits, he can join forces with his companions to fight them.

He has already activated the Soul-Linking Blood Vein, but I wonder if he can hold on until the ancestor arrives from Bianhuan City?

It was also the first time he received an order to go out of the city for investigation, but his luck was too bad and he ran into three ambushed fifth-level black spirits.

"Shut up, continue the interrogation, and never give up."

Zeng Shanlang shouted. He was not good at formations, so he could only follow the teachings of his ancestors and pour his own violent strength into the eye of the formation. He didn't think about those messy things. Life and death were determined by fate, and wealth was in the hands of God. There was no point in being afraid.

The shock caused by the torrential attack outside tore the hemostatic wound on his back, and drops of blood dripped out.

He had no choice but to further reduce the scope of the formation to relieve the enormous pressure he was carrying, and to endure it for as long as he could.

The companions muttered and ran quickly in the formation, sending out distress messages one after another.

The talisman lights flying into the air exploded one after another, and none of them could escape the elusive interception of the black spirit.

Zeng Shanlang gritted his teeth and persevered, when he suddenly noticed that the sky outside the formation had turned pitch black. Hearing the arrogant black spirit's panicked and sharp cries, his pressure suddenly eased. He wiped the blood off his face fiercely, feeling very pleased.

The ancestor arrived.

"Uh...is there an expert to help us out?"

Another monk realized it later and shouted in surprise, feeling grateful for having survived a calamity.

But after a moment, the black curtain suddenly dissipated, the night became dark, and Zeng Wanglou appeared in the air with a big black umbrella in his hand.

Zeng Shanlang put away his formation weapon, flew into the air and saluted: "Thank you Mr. Mu for your help!"

In front of outsiders, he always called his ancestor "Mr. Mu".

This experience was thrilling enough. Fortunately, the ancestor arrived in time, within a quarter of an hour.

Zeng Wanglou looked at his descendant who was not seriously injured, and without asking any more questions, he said, "Your master will be here soon. We are carrying out a mission in the ice field, not far from here."

The other monk hurriedly bowed, as he had heard of the mysterious Mr. Mu, who had a close relationship with Zeng Shanlang's master.

He secretly suspected that there was a secret connection between Zeng Shanlang and his master, such as Taoist runes.

Fortunately, the captain found a way to call for rescue, otherwise we would have died in the snow and ice today.

When Xu Yuanchang and Jiao Teng arrived, Jiao Teng treated the two's injuries, and then they flew to Zhenbei City together. Xu Yuanchang asked his disciple why he appeared here?
Before he flew two hundred miles, Zeng Wanglou suddenly stopped, turned and shouted into the vast night to the west: "My friend from the demon tribe has been spying on us for a long time, why don't you show up and see us?"

He directly exposed the sneaky demon cultivator by drinking his wine.

They have already left the harsh environment of the ice field. Within a range of fifty miles, he can use treasures to enhance his perception.

It was a pipe dream for the other party to sneak up on him without disturbing him.

A woman's sweet voice came softly: "Xiyuezhou Baiyi is polite and will not disturb Mr. Mu's peace. Next time there is a chance, let's sit down and drink tea together."

"Fellow Daoist Bai Yi, please do as you wish."

Zeng Wanglou did not see Xuan Jieqing appear, so he led a few people to continue flying.

He seemed unwilling to talk to Bai Yi and appeared a little arrogant.

In the night, a handsome young man gently waved a jade fan and said, "He is Mr. Mu, so rude."

Bai Yi smiled and warned: "Master Yi, don't underestimate Mr. Mu. Xuan Jieqing and I had a fight with Mr. Mu before, but we didn't get any advantage."

She made a special effort to get to know Mr. Mu.

Although there is not much information available, the legend about Mr. Mu circulating among the monks in Dingzhou is quite astonishing.

The other party could easily kill a sixth-level black spirit, and she didn't want to cause trouble for herself.

It is better to resolve a grudge than to create one, especially with such a master.

The handsome man sneered with a flickering look in his eyes, and it was obvious that he did not take the fox girl's kindness to heart.

Xu Yuanchang and his party flew into Zhenbei City. Zeng Shanlang and his men took their leave. They were going to the City Lord's Mansion to deliver the mission and explain the reasons for the ambush and the heavy losses. They would not take the blame.

Upon hearing that Xu Yuanchang had arrived, Zhu Zongshan rushed over from the barracks outside the city. He had always wanted to apologize to Master Xu in person.

That battle resulted in the deaths of Yin Quan and others. He felt very guilty and felt that he had failed to live up to their trust.

However, he was burdened with a heavy responsibility and dared not leave his post.

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(End of this chapter)