The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 220 Zhang Xiaofan Enters the Dharma Hall (asking for monthly tickets)
A vibrant green light emerged, and Lai Fu's injuries were healed in the blink of an eye.

There was some fear in its eyes. It leaned over and rubbed Wu Gong's thigh in a flattering manner.

"You evil beast, do you know where you went wrong?" Wu Gong said with a stern face.

"Immortal Lord, I know I was wrong."

The Fire Kylin swallowed the bone-dissolving pill and became able to speak eloquently.

Its eyes were dodging, and it no longer had the arrogance it had before when it wanted to force itself upon the Spirit Lord.

Wu Gong looked at the tears that were about to overflow from its huge eyes and sighed:
"I'm not angry at you for your high desires, but I'm angry at you for being blind and unable to see the gap."

"Although that Spirit Master has not lived as long as you, his blood is pure and pure, and he has been nurtured by righteousness. The world he was born in has a profound foundation, and you are not able to defeat him."

"The origin of your bloodline is polluted by demonic nature, which is deeply rooted and difficult to remove. It is natural for you to have desires and demonic thoughts, and there is nothing wrong with that."

"However, you have the Heart Demon Bell, but you still cannot control your demonic thoughts. This is laziness. You are not diligent in your practice, and you do not understand the sutras. You deserve to be punished."

After a stern rebuke, Wu Gong's voice softened as he gently stroked Fire Kirin's forehead with his palm.

"That water qilin is of the same clan as you, so it will belong to you from now on. But whether you can capture it or not still requires your own efforts."

"I have many methods in Pingshan. If you want to watch them, no one will stop you. I will teach you a few more earthly magics. You should study them carefully in the future."

"Whether you can reproduce the tribe and be honored as the ancestor depends entirely on your thoughts."

As he spoke, Wu Gong sent out a few rays of spiritual light and taught it a few magical powers.

The 72 Earthly Fiends are Leaping Rocks, Climbing Mountains, Entering Water, Great Strength, and Carrying Mountains.

There are five magical powers in total. If you can comprehend and learn them, defeating the Spirit Lord will be a piece of cake.

"Thank you, Immortal Lord." Lai Fu was overjoyed, his big eyes blinking.

Wu Gong laughed and scolded, "You evil beast, from now on you will be looked after by an animal slave. If you dare to mess around again, don't come to me to complain."

The Fire Kirin snorted, not daring to refute, but just rubbed his trouser leg affectionately.

Wu Gong stroked the Qilin's head and sighed softly in his heart: "Alas, after all, the foundation is not enough."

"All those great masters have mounts that are famous all over the world. I have to train them well in the future, so as not to lose face for me."

Looking throughout the heavens, there are countless cases where the world has been turned upside down because of a mount.

The Green Bull Demon, the Golden-haired Lion, and the Three Sages of Lion Camel Ridge, all of them left the gods and immortals in heaven helpless.

Wu Gong's Fire Qilin couldn't even take down a Spirit Lord now, which was truly embarrassing.

It’s not a big deal if the mount steals the treasure and goes out to cause trouble.

The key is not to lose face.

Otherwise, the master's reputation will be ruined and he will become a laughing stock.

Chen Yulou was extremely efficient and in just a short while, he brought the candidates for beast slaves.

The door to the Dharma Hall opened again, and this time, Chen Yulou was accompanied by a young disciple who looked a bit rustic.

There was a gray vase seal with chains on his forehead, which showed that he was obviously a slave monk.

He followed behind Chen Yulou, his body trembling slightly, his head lowered, not daring to look directly at what was in front of him, but just observing it with his peripheral vision.

"Immortal Lord, this is the beast slave candidate I'm looking for, Zhang Xiaofan."

Chen Yulou said this, motioning Zhang Xiaofan to come forward.

Zhang Xiaofan took a deep breath, stepped forward and began to pay homage.

Wu Gong looked at him carefully, the son of destiny in the Zhu Xian world.

He has an average appearance, neither handsome nor ugly.

He does not have the aura of a child of genius, but instead looks like a farm boy, with a hint of purity and stubbornness in his eyes.

His fingers were rough and covered with calluses, and although his clothes were new, they still had a faint earthy smell, obviously brought on temporarily from the work he had just done.

After performing the grand ceremony, Zhang Xiaofan just lowered his head quietly, looking quite dull.

Wu Gong looked at Chen Yulou and asked, "Why did you choose him?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan shuddered and his face turned pale. He twisted his fingers together, feeling uneasy.

Now that his life and death were out of his control, he couldn't help but feel worried.

Before the Qingyun Sect competition, he was just a nobody, spending his days cutting down black bamboo, cooking for his brothers from Dazhu Peak, and practicing alone.

Besides, even his master Tian Buyi didn't like him very much. Compared with Lin Jingyu who joined the sect at the same time, he actually felt inferior in his heart.

In the Jiazi competition, he won the fourth place with the help of the fire stick. After interacting with various talented disciples, he gained a lot of confidence.

However, the first time he went out to gain experience, he encountered great terror.

Even the fire stick, the item for blood refining, was lost, and he fell from the clouds into the mortal world again.

Looking back now, everything in the Wanfu Ancient Cave is still a nightmare.

He was horrified by the bronze flesh all over the mountain, the monster insects that transformed from ice to fire, the monks who made formations that created furnaces of water and fire, and the powerful corpse ghost who appeared and disappeared at will and controlled the magic eyes to attack.

When he was captured and the truth came to light, he was even more horrified to find that those high and mighty leaders who usually held high positions had become slaves just like him.

Everyone, including the master, his mistress, brothers, sisters, and the seven chiefs, were marked as slaves and became mortals toiling in the wasteland.

Clearing the land and planting medicinal herbs, as well as comprehending the method of visualization, became everyone's daily tasks.

Until today, he was suddenly called away, bathed, changed his clothes, and after a series of warnings, he was brought here.

This was the most sacred place he had ever seen.

The hall is surrounded by colorful lights, ethereal air, and the sweet fragrance of peaches.

Everything in the hall was beyond his imagination.

Just what he saw out of the corner of his eye ignited a fire in his heart.

He never knew that the way to immortality would be like this.

The old gnarled tree with countless Taoist auras hanging down from it, the clones in groups of three, and the treasure grid with dazzling precious light.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the godlike and holy existence in front of us.

A Qilin is lying at his feet, a purple-green light is flowing behind his head, his eyes have double pupils, and he looks majestic and majestic. This is the appearance of an immortal god.

Zhang Xiaofan originally thought that he would have an adventure, just like obtaining the Blood-sucking Pearl and the Soul-catching Rod, and start a new journey. However, he did not expect that there would be a light question in front of him, as if he was not optimistic about him.

Why choose yourself?
He didn't know what this meant.

Maybe it's dissatisfaction, or maybe it's just a simple inquiry.

When Chen Yulou heard the question from his own Immortal Lord, he said bluntly:
"The Immortal Venerable's appearance, the Fire Kirin has a deep demonic nature, and the magic weapon Heart Demon Bell is extremely special. Only those who practice the magic way can resist it."

"Zhang Xiaofan has great luck. His magic weapon is made from the Blood-sucking Pearl, one of the four great treasures of the Demon Sect. He is born to be a cultivator of the Demonic Path, but he suffers from a lack of skills."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Xiaofan and said with a smile:
"I don't know who taught this kid the Great Brahma Prajna Sutra from Tianyin Temple, and he also learned the Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao from Qingyun Sect. With these two righteous skills, his resistance to evil thoughts is beyond imagination."

"It means that Qingyun Sect has been incorporated now. Otherwise, based on what he did, it would be simply a betrayal to his master and ancestors."

"He possesses the Tianyin Temple's skills, but joins the Qingyun Sect. He is definitely an undercover agent."

"With the Blood-sucking Pearl magic weapon, we only need to wait for an opportunity, and our magic cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds."

"Buddha, Taoism and Demon, all three are used by him. I have checked everyone and there is no one more suitable than him."

Zhang Xiaofan stood aside, his lips pale and his throat feeling dry.

The secret that he had worked so hard to protect was clearly seen by others, which made him feel very uneasy.

Wu Gong raised his lips and said with a smile: "In that case, then let's choose him."

With a slight wave of his hand, a seal in the treasure box suddenly disappeared, and a gray light flew out.

Zhang Xiaofan immediately sensed a familiar aura.

He stared with wide eyes at the magic weapon floating in front of him.

They are gray, each bead and stick are made entirely from his own blood.

He was very familiar with this Soul Devouring Rod.

"Since this treasure was refined with your blood, it shall be returned to its original owner."

"I will unlock your cultivation blockade, grant you the beast whip and magic skills, and you can be a boy on a leash."

A divine light flashed, and Zhang Xiaofan's cultivation was fully restored.

He looked at the beast whip and martial arts in front of him and had only one thought in his mind.

"The immortal way has never let me down."

(End of this chapter)