The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 38: Worship the Holy Painted Fairy

Partridge Whistle left and went to the tomb of King Xian in Yunnan.

Elder Lechen was afraid that he had not mastered the art of Feng Shui, so he left as well.

Wu Gong told the two of them the news that the Zhuochen Pearl was in the tomb of King Xian in Yunnan, and also told them that the tomb of King Xian was in Zhalong Mountain.

As for where Zhalong Mountain is, Wu Gong doesn't know either.

It’s not that Wu Gong had not used the Kunlun Mirror to explore the tomb of King Xian, but it was too difficult.

Firstly, he didn't know the location of Zhalong Mountain, and secondly, Wu Gong had no image of King Xian's tomb in his mind.

Using the Kunlun Mirror to conduct a large-scale search in this way is not impossible for the Kunlun Mirror, but Wu Gong's magic power cannot sustain such a rapid consumption.

Wu Gong tried it, and in just a moment, his magic power was consumed by more than half, like a river bursting its dam.

The simplest and most labor-saving way to use the Kunlun Mirror is to have a clear target and directly reflect it.

Searching the heavens and the earth is not something that Wu Gong can handle with his current level of cultivation.

Wu Gong's plan was to let Partridge Whistle find the tomb of King Xian, and then use the Kunlun Mirror to track his itinerary.

As long as Partridge Whistle reaches Zhalong Mountain, Wu Gong can directly skip over him and use Kunlun Mirror to enter the Insect Valley.

King Xian was a master of the art of witchcraft, and he also had some magical things such as a blue three-legged toad, a golden six-beast mask, a dragon-tiger short staff, a jade fetus, a Legalist bronze mirror, a cellar coffin, and a meat yam.

Among these, the most useful to Wu Gong is the blue three-legged toad, which can change the Feng Shui pattern, set up a formation invisibly, and absorb a large amount of spiritual energy.

There are so many monsters in the Worm Valley that Wu Gong even feels that this is the place with the most spiritual energy among all the tombs.

Once he entered the Worm Valley, Wu Gong planned to live in Lingyun Palace forever.

As for Pingshan, every once in a while, he would use the Kunlun Mirror to travel through space and go back.

There was no spiritual energy in that place anymore, and the Yin energy could not be refined. Wu Gong was not interested in worshiping the moon and practicing under the eyes of countless people all day long.

It is specifically used to train subordinates and build a talent base, with remote control command.

Wu Gong watched Partridge Whistle fly away through the Kunlun Mirror, and then he flapped his six wings and soared into the air.

In a moment, the huge monster body, wrapped in poisonous fog, arrived on Pingshan Mountain.

Ever since Chen Yulou obtained the Divine Wood King Cauldron and recruited a large number of Xiangxi poison masters, more and more poisonous insects have been sent, and the speed at which the rainbow light and colorful energy accumulates has increased several times.

"Yes, yes, Chen Yulou is indeed a management talent. With him, things are much more convenient."

Wu Gong felt much happier as he looked at the vast expanse of rainbow light in front of him.

Then, he opened his mouth and spat out the scarlet inner elixir, then began to practice according to the Nine Heavens Taoist Scripture.

The scarlet pill bead shone with spiritual light and emitted a huge suction force.

For a moment, the situation on Pingshan Mountain changed suddenly.

The Miao village outside the mountain has now been bought by Chen Yulou.

In addition to the Xiangling bandits, the village also houses the disciples of the miracle doctors, as well as some people who come here because of their fame.

Before Sun Guofu deciphered the book on the elixir of immortality, he invited some masters of ancient literature to participate.

After those people arrived and saw the magical scenes at Pingshan, they were instantly unable to move.

Some people got the news from the Xiangling bandits. They knew that a demon fairy had appeared in Pingshan.

Firstly, I was curious and wanted to see whether the fairy was real or not.

Secondly, some people have some thoughts of seeking immortality and enlightenment, like Sun Guofu.

Among the crowd, the most exaggerated was Chen Yulou's family.

He not only moved the Xiangling headquarters to Pingshan, but also took over the position of general manager.

With his status and position, he now takes one of the Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pills made by the miracle doctors every three to five days.

The level of Zixia's magical skill is improving rapidly, and she has already surpassed the lonely Queqiao Shao by a long way.

If the two of them fought again, I'm afraid Partridge Whistle wouldn't be able to last even one round.

The originally deserted Miao village became more and more lively as more and more people came.

The bustling crowd gathered together, looking at Pingshan from time to time.

On the top of Pingshan Mountain, as Wu Gong began to vigorously absorb the rainbow light and colorful energy, the sky above the entire Pingshan Mountain was filled with rolling clouds, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the Miao village.

"Look, what is that?" Someone saw the vague shadow of a dragon in the clouds and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Huh? I saw it too. It seemed like there was something like a dragon flying in the mist of Pingshan Mountain?"

"Yes, I saw it too. It's still absorbing the colorful energy."

As the exclamations continued, more and more eyes turned toward Pingshan.

The bandits who were familiar with Wu Gong's practice saw this scene, their faces changed, and they warned those around them:

"I advise you to be careful with your words. You are the Pingshan Fairy. Don't break any taboos, or you will be caught and fed to the poisonous insects."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone shuddered and covered their mouths tightly.

Chen Yulou would send a large number of poisonous insects every week. The pungent smell was so terrible that everyone shuddered at the smell and they are still fresh in their memory.

They knew that the Pingshan Fairy would use poison gas to practice, but they could not stop him from dreaming of prolonging his life and achieving immortality.

After a while, everyone in the Miao village walked out of the gate.

Their faces were excited, their eyes were shining, and they stared at the mysterious black shadow flying up and down on the top of Pingshan Mountain.

Boss Xiling raised his head with such excitement that his mouth was shaking. He said in surprise, "Today I finally get to see the demon fairy. I am so lucky."

He took advantage of his son's kindness and ate several pills of Jiuhua Yulu Pills.

Not only did his white hair turn black, but he also married a concubine.

He looks rosy-cheeked every day, and his overall mental state has improved several times.

Seeing Wu Gong practicing at this moment, he couldn't wait to go up and pay homage to him.

However, he was not qualified to meet Wu Gong. In order to see her face again in the future, he turned to Hua Ma and said:

"Kidnapper, go get some pen and ink. This is such a fairyland, I want to leave my pen and ink here to worship the saint every day."

After Hua Maguai brought the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, the boss did not start working immediately.

He stared at the fairy demon on Pingshan Mountain, sketching and visualizing it in his mind.

He was like a pilgrim, pouring all his worship and desire into it.

Faintly, he felt as if his spirit had flown to the top of Ping Mountain, getting closer and closer to the Six-Winged Fairy.

Until one moment, he seemed to be connected to a powerful being.

"It's now!"

He shouted loudly, waved his hands, and began to paint.

He came from a prominent family in Xiangyin. He was well-educated since childhood and was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Brush brush brush.
After a short while, a lifelike ink painting appeared on the paper.

On the rice paper, there stands a sacred mountain shaped like a treasure bottle.

The surrounding is shrouded in clouds and mist, and there is a fairy air.

The most peculiar thing is that on the top of the mountain, among the clouds, there is a figure with six wings on its back hidden in the clouds.

In the ink painting, the specific appearance of the figure cannot be seen clearly.

Only a part of the six wings is occasionally revealed, and there are four bright and narrow eyes, staring at the person in front of the painting through the clouds.

Like an immortal or a god, like a saint.

Hua Maguai stood aside and watched the boss paint his head until the finishing touch was completed.

For a moment, he felt as if a majestic gaze was looking at him from the paper.

He couldn't help but shudder and exclaimed, "It's exactly like him, so much like him, mysterious and majestic, so lifelike."

As Hua Maguai spoke, his eyes moved back and forth between the painting and the bottle mountain.

He was a family boy who had followed the boss since he was young, so he naturally knew his painting skills.

But this time, he felt that it was the peak of the boss's life.

There has never been such a thing before, and there will never be such a thing in the future.

(End of this chapter)