Day and night tour

Chapter 204 Dual Secret Realm
Zhou Xuan was somewhat pleasantly surprised by the sudden appearance of the head of the Wuzuo Hall.

Now that you are here, don't leave. With Li Chengfeng and Gu Ling, can't you subdue the Old Knife Handler and the Scholar of Pain?

"Fifth Senior Brother, how many incense sticks does Old Daoba have?"

"It probably won't reach six sticks."

Lu Mingkun said: "Wuzuo is a small sect, and the aliens behind it are the seven incense sticks. It is still in the capital, under the supervision of the great gods and the great ghosts, and cannot leave the city.
It would be very difficult for a small-level White Walker to master the skills it has learned.

"Less than six incense sticks, that's more than enough to kill him."

Zhou Xuan thought about it for a while and felt that there was no pressure in terms of combat power, but soon, the pressure came...

He first saw Li Chengfeng hurriedly appearing on the street of Shijiupu, and then shouted to the bottom of the window: "Old Li, I'm here."

"Hey, young sir, you are in the teahouse."

Li Chengfeng looked up and went upstairs quickly. He was in a hurry and his throat was already dry. He didn't care about being polite. He grabbed Lu Mingkun's tea bowl and gulped down a large cup.

"It's not good. Qingfeng told me that the master is not in the City God Hall today." Li Chengfeng asked again: "Young Master, I forgot to ask, why are you paying attention to the master?"

He didn't understand why Zhou Xuan insisted that he keep an eye on the master of the temple.

"I guess that the temple master is the godson of the Scholar of Pain. According to my intelligence, the Scholar of Pain killed the Fang Ghost to take the fangs in preparation for his godson's promotion to the Seven Incense Sticks."

"So, you still want to kill the abbot?"

"That's for sure." Zhou Xuan looked at Li Chengfeng and said, "But you said the temple master is not in the City God Hall, so where can he be? Where would a person who wants to break through and enter the Seven Incense Sticks be?"

"You mean, he is in the home of the Scholar of Pain, and the Scholar of Pain helps him to be promoted to Guardian?" Li Chengfeng said.

"Most likely."

Zhou Xuan stared at the scholar's manor with lush trees and whispered, "If the master is in the home of the suffering scholar, then we don't have enough manpower."

The Scholar of Pain had fought with Li Chengfeng at the Bone Elders' gathering, and the two were evenly matched at the time.

But... the Scholar of Pain is in a state of "Heavenly Officials Descending", which has reduced his strength.

If it is a fair fight, Lao Li will be no match for the Scholar of Pain.

The master of Chenghuang Temple was only one step away from seven incense sticks, and even Gu Ling's six incense sticks could not match him.

The two powerful helpers were defeated. In addition to filling the gap in combat power, Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun also had to face the old knife-holder.

This is naturally a difficult task.

"We need to find another helper."

Zhou Xuan said.

"Who?" Li Chengfeng asked.

"Him." Zhou Xuan took out a domino with a scroll pattern carved on the front.

"How come you have the painter's dominoes?"

"I helped him solve a little problem."

The dominoes lay flat in Zhou Xuan's palm, and he grabbed them with his five fingers and crushed them.

At the same time, the painter who was meditating in the teahouse suddenly opened his eyes, raised his left and right hands at the same time, a ball of fire ignited in front of him, and another ball of fire soared into the air and flew towards Zhou Xuan's location.

Zhou Xuan just opened his hand and dumped the domino fragments onto the table, and a flame stopped in front of the window.

The flames extended into a long line of fire, and then two skinny hands stretched out from the line of fire. The hands spread apart and tore the line of fire open like a curtain.

A figure walked out from the line of fire: "Little brother, what do you want from me? Hey, Lao Li, why are you here too?"

The painter had already sensed in the secret space that there were no sensory fluctuations around Zhou Xuan.

Since there was no sense of fluctuation, Zhou Xuan did not fight with anyone. He couldn't figure out the purpose of Zhou Xuan calling him over.

"Young Master and I are close friends, the kind that are close regardless of age." Li Chengfeng introduced his relationship with Zhou Xuan to the painter with a little embarrassment.

"Oh, then you are the same as me. I am also a close friend of Brother Zhou regardless of age difference."

The painter smiled and spoke.

"Lao Hua, I asked you to come here to help you."

Zhou Xuan had no awareness of "calling for help" at all, and instead he stood on the moral high ground.

"Help me?"

"Help you clean up the house."

Zhou Xuan explained in detail to the painter what the suffering scholar had done and the whole story.

The painter's eyebrows trembled when he heard this: "What a beast! What a beast! I teach Gu Lao day and night that he should act justly and reasonably. How could he behave like this?"

"So we have to clean up the house." Zhou Xuan said.

"I will take him back to the Bone Elders. He is a Bone Elder priest. Even if his crimes are serious, he must be judged by the Bone Elders. It is against the rules for you to mobilize a large army to attack and kill him."

After hearing what the painful scholar had done and seeing Zhou Xuan's behavior, the painter knew that Zhou Xuan was definitely not going to him to complain and seek justice.

"He can't go back to the Bone Elders' Association. I want him dead today."

"Out of order."

"To die in the Bone Elders' Association is to die. To die in the hands of a few of us is to die. There is no difference."

"There is a difference in the process." The painter still insisted.

Zhou Xuan didn't want to continue beating around the bush with him on this issue. He believed that "the so-called rules are nothing more than disagreements on interests." If the interests are not enough, the rules are like an iron face; if the interests are enough, the rules are like a paper crotch.

"Lao Hua, the fire of the gods has been lit, but that fire cannot be left alone. We have to protect it. There are people watching over us in the sky."

Zhou Xuan shifted the topic to the Heavenly Fire and talked about interests with the painter.

The painter knew what Zhou Xuan was talking about. The gods in the sky could not bear to see the fire and would send Taoists to "put out the fire."

He has now comprehended part of the "Laws of Space" and is not so afraid of Taoists, but he is still interested in listening to what Zhou Xuan has to say.

After the "One Knife Painting", the painter always felt that this young man Zhou Xuan had different ways of thinking from ordinary people. Since Zhou Xuan suddenly mentioned the Fire of the Gods, he must have his reasons and it was definitely not nonsense.

"The one staring at the fire is a god, and the god will send a Taoist priest to come," said the painter.

"Then do you know how the Taoist came to be?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Under the sky, divine silk hangs down to the Taoists."

"Then what, how do you plan to fight against the Taoists?"

"The Taoist is very popular. Once he arrives, he will be detected by the magic circle of Mingjiang Mansion and attract the attention of Old Bone. We, Old Bone, will fight him. He has a high popularity and we have more people." said the painter.

Zhou Xuan shook his head and said,

“First, the Taoists will not attract the attention of your Bone Elders Association, and they have the ability to enter Mingjiang Mansion quietly.

Second, the Tao has its own distinctive characteristics. Once you understand the characteristics, you can find out who is the Tao. "

"Do you know the Tao?"

"I understand him relatively well." Zhou Xuan's understanding of Taoists came from the "Divine Silk Ascension to Immortality Sutra" in the Talisman Sutra, and he has already grasped the characteristics of Taoists to a relatively high degree.

Originally, Zhou Xuan wanted to share this talisman scripture with Li Chengfeng so that Mingjiang Mansion could make preparations in advance to guard against the Taoists.

He also didn't want the fire of the gods to be extinguished by the Taoists.

Now “sharing” has become a bargaining chip.

"How much do you know about Taoism?" asked the painter.

"No more, no less. I have some knowledge of how the Taoists descend, what characteristics they have after they descend, and whether there is any way to kill them in advance. If you help me kill the Scholar of Pain and the Master of the Temple, I will naturally share the secrets of the Taoists with the Bone Elders Association for free."

Zhou Xuan extended his right hand in front of the painter and said very forcefully: "So, regarding the matter of killing the Scholar of Pain and the Master of the Temple, I advise you to complete the deal as soon as possible."

The painter was lost in thought.

"How do you choose between the Fire of the Gods and your so-called rules? Do you need me to remind you?"

Zhou Xuan stretched his right hand forward another half inch, urging the painter to make the selection as quickly as possible.

Taoism is what painters worry about and fear the most.

Precisely because of his fear and worry, Zhou Xuan had enough bargaining chips and the confidence to negotiate.

Silence, still silence,
Finally, the painter raised his head and shook Zhou Xuan's right hand with his right hand very forcefully: "Deal."

……

A dirt playground was built inside the scholar's manor, and the tiled houses looked like rows of classrooms. The whole thing was built like a small campus. The breeze blew the willow trees in the garden, making rustling sounds like students whispering in the classroom.

The Scholar of Pain likes the profession of "teacher" very much. Once upon a time, when he was still full of enthusiasm, his dream was just to train a few more students of mysticism.

But dreams will eventually change. When he was stuck in the Sitting Four and Looking Five realms and could not make any progress, Mo Tingsheng, a white paper fan from the Guaizi Hall, gave him six spiritual bones to help him advance to the Five Incense Sticks realm.

After lighting five incense sticks, he encountered a bottleneck in the field of mysticism.

When studying the occult, one will always come into contact with strange whispers, which is a huge burden on the mind.

As he became increasingly exhausted, he received help from Mo Tingsheng. Every three days, Mo Tingsheng would personally give him an eye, which was extremely spiritual.
Every time the suffering scholar absorbed the spiritual energy in the eyes, his mental distress would be swept away.

The eyes and the spiritual bones helped the suffering scholar to ascend to the top, from a scholar to a scholar, from a bone elder to a priest, from five incense sticks to six incense sticks, and he walked a long distance on the road of six incense sticks.

At the same time, his interests are also deeply tied to those of the "kidnapper" gang.

"Teach a few students? Pah, I want to become the first priest of the Bone Elders' Society."

The dream of the suffering scholar turned into ambition.

He is the only person in the Bone Elders' Society who holds the honors of both "priest" and "scholar".

But many old people don’t know that behind the dazzling light of the suffering scholar, there are countless bones and countless eyes hidden.

"Old Dao, thank you for your hard work. I have needed you to be my knifeman these past few days."

The miserable scholar sat on the sofa, savoring the sweetness of the cigar.

The old knife-holder was dissecting the body of a fang ghost in the house.

The most valuable goods of the 獠鬼 are their fangs and rare spiritual bones.

The corpse can only be regarded as leftover goods.

But even if it is leftover stock, it is still valuable. The temple master is in a critical period of striving for seven incense sticks, and any bit of flesh and blood with spiritual energy is particularly important.

The corpse cannot be used directly. The eyes, ears, teeth in the mouth, internal organs, and every inch of bone in the body need to be separated separately if they are to be used for spiritual practice. The separation is also very particular.
For example, the eyes must be peeled off intact. Any cut caused by mistake, no matter how thin and short, will leak out the spiritual energy in the eyeball in an instant.

The tolerance rate for error in anatomy is low, and the kidnappers often kidnap people who have become psychics.

When a person has experienced psychic powers, his organs will undergo some degree of mutation, and this mutation varies greatly from person to person. Without mature and rich anatomical experience, it is easy to ruin the product.

An experienced and skilled knifeman is often a must-have for a kidnapper to ship his goods.

This is also the reason why Guaizi and Dizuo are deeply bound.

Ever since the status of the Scholar of Pain grew higher and higher, he was no longer satisfied with just letting the kidnappers deliver the goods. He would also send the City God's people to help him capture better goods.

The old knife-holder is the knife-wielder employed by the suffering scholar.

No matter how many pieces of goods are disassembled from the corpse, Old Knife Boss will get a quarter of it. This is a tacit understanding they have reached over the years.

“Working for a great scholar is not hard at all.”

The old knife-handler skillfully slashed the corpse of the 獲鬼 with his bamboo blade knife. After years of knife skills, he was most proud of his skinning skills. The skin was cut diagonally, and the fat under the skin was all under the blade. On the blade, there was not a trace of fat or blood stains. After peeling, it was as clean as a piece of fine silk.

"Dongshi Street has been in turmoil lately. Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun are becoming more and more aggressive."

The old knife-holder had rarely met Zhou Xuan and Lü Mingkun. At the beginning, he had never seen Lü Mingkun draw his knife and did not know that he was being disrespectful.

It was not until the battle at Dongshi Street that he secretly observed and realized that the two young men were both powerful people. One was a rebellious man who was in a high position, and the other was the Zhou family Nuo god who could kill Lu Yusheng.

"When the abbot arrives at the seventh incense stick, I will join hands with him to help you avenge your wrongdoing."

"That's good." The old knife handle said almost without any emotion: "The disciples of the disobedient hall are all my cash cows. Now that the tree has been pulled out, I have to ask Zhou Xuan for an explanation.

By the way, great scholar, if you want to burn seven incense sticks for the master, why don’t you capture Zhou Xuan? That kid has a lot of spiritual energy. I guess the stuff he produces alone is enough to increase the master’s incense. "

The scholar was horrified by these words. He asked the old knife-holder, "During the battle at Dongshi Street, were you there all the time?"

"No, I secretly saw Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun nailing four disobedient people to death in succession, so I didn't dare to watch and went back to the house to hide. Before I left, I also saw Lu Yusheng and Zhou Xuanfang fighting, but Lu Yusheng died later. I guess Zhou Xuan killed him."

Lao Daobazi is the leader of a gang and has been hiding in Dongshi Street for many years. He is a complete coward and cherishes his life very much. When he sees something is wrong, his first thought is to run away.

"Then did you know that Zhou Xuan also killed the Monument King?"

"Does he have that ability?" The old knife-holder didn't quite believe it.

"It's not his ability, it's that Master Hua and Master Jian came to Pingshui Mansion..."

The painful scholar felt a chill all over his body when he thought of Lord Jian. With the wandering gods protecting Zhou Xuan, what good would come of arresting him?
"It's Si Yu'er, she's our next target." The Scholar of Pain said, "She's a psychic of the Blood Well, her flesh and blood are all treasures, but she's always followed by Butler Bai from the Si Mansion, so it's still a little difficult to deal with her."

"Difficult? I think we should just forget about it."

A strange young voice came from outside the house.

The distressed scholar and the old knife-holder turned their heads and looked towards the door.

The door was locked, but a figure suddenly appeared in the house. It was Zhou Xuan who activated the "God-speed Armor Horse" and teleported in.

He stood with his hands behind his back, not ready to strike.

He doesn't need to take action for the time being.

"Scholar of Pain, your noon hour has arrived."

Zhou Xuan stared at the old face of the suffering scholar. The old knife-holder beside him reacted almost instinctively and swung out a bamboo leaf knife, stabbing Zhou Xuan in the face.

The bamboo leaf knife whistled and flew towards Zhou Xuan.

When the blade was only one foot away from Zhou Xuan, a line of fire suddenly appeared beside the blade. After the line of fire extended, a hand emerged, grasped the knife, and at the same time the line of fire disappeared.

The Painful Scholar shouted to the old knife handle: "This is the law of space. The painter can appear in any space around you. Pay attention to the firelight. He must use the firelight to appear."

At just one glance, the scholar understood the painter's method.

The two have been colleagues for many years and know each other well.

Although the old knife-holder had understood the principles of the painter's technique, he only understood the principles.

There are so many directions around him, which direction should the painter come out from?
Seeing snakes in the cup and enemies everywhere aptly describes the state of the old knife-holder at this moment.

He could move his hands and feet, but he didn't dare to, for fear that the painter would swoop in and kill him by surprise during the gap.

He could see with his eyes and hear with his ears, but his eyes could only see nothing around him, and his ears could only hear the sound of the breeze.

Finally, the line of fire appeared, just in front of the old knife handle, which made his tense nerves relax a little. He didn't have the confidence to win over the painter, but at least he could fight a few moves head-on instead of being always nervous about the air.

The line of fire extended, and a hand stretched out from the line, holding the bamboo leaf knife that had just been intercepted. It swung it hard and threw it towards the chest of the old knife holder.
The painter was not good at flying knives, and this knife was just to lure the enemy.

The old knife-holder was fooled. He moved the only bamboo knife in his hand and blocked it horizontally, trying to remove the force of the flying knife. However, he was completely unaware that another line of fire appeared behind him.
The painter actually walked out of the fire, pointed his right hand in the shape of a sword, and pointed at the handle of the old knife.

boom!
A ball of fire ignited at the spine of the old knife-holder, and an extremely strong pain spread throughout his body. He tried to turn around, wanting to make a final desperate struggle, using the knife in his hand as a poisonous fang to bite the painter...

At this time, the painful scholar moved.

The fight between the painter and the old knife holder lasted only a split second, and the distressed scholar wanted to take advantage of this gap to sneak attack the painter.

As for Zhou Xuan standing aside, it was just two or three incense sticks, not enough to cause any waves. As long as the painter was dealt with first, killing Zhou Xuan would be easier than yawning.

The painful scholar made his thoughts clear, and then he chanted the "Daoyan Divine Mantra". A ball of fire ignited in the direction of the painter.
The balance of victory seemed to be tilting towards him, but unexpectedly, Zhou Xuan, the person he despised the most, has now become the most active piece on the chessboard.

Zhou Xuan moved.

The armored horse in his hand flashed with golden luster.

The next moment, Zhou Xuan appeared one foot behind the old knife-holder.

He released his powerful perception and locked onto the opponent's ankles, wrists, shoulder blades, and scapula...

The bone tooth came out from Zhou Xuan's sleeve, first cutting the tendons of the old knife-holder's left and right feet in an instant, and then stabbed the opponent's wrist with the bone tooth.

The old knife-holder was concentrating all his attention on the fight with the painter, and paid no attention to what was behind him. It was not until Zhou Xuan cut two of his leg tendons that he reacted, forced himself to stand up, and turned around to block the bone tooth.

"Dang, Dang, Dang..."

Bone Teeth launched a fierce and sharp attack on the old knife handle, like thunder and rain, one knife after another, stabbing diagonally, chopping down, slashing horizontally, pressing down, furiously and unreasonably,
Even more unreasonable than the tidal offensive was the number of Bonefang assassinations.

The old knife master has been wielding knives for many years, and his own sect also practices "using tools as weapons". He has a lot of insights on the tattoo sect, which also practices "using tools as weapons".

From the way Zhou Xuan used the bone and tooth, he could tell that this was the fifth method of "using tools as weapons" - "divine weapons leaving hands".

This method is to use perception to determine Bone Teeth's attack target and attack route in advance.

The higher the perception, the more goals can be set. However, even for him, the old knife master, six goals are the limit.

Zhou Xuan's bone teeth have launched nine consecutive attacks.

"Ten, eleven, twelve!"

The more the old knife-holder counted the number of bone-tooth knives, the more shocked he became. He howled in despair in his heart,
"Such a strong perception?"

Two of his leg tendons were broken, and his spine had been set on fire by the painter. He only had a bamboo knife in his hand, and had to withstand Zhou Xuan's twelve consecutive attacks. He was already at the end of his strength, and blood was coming out of his knuckles.

But Zhou Xuan had no intention of stopping. He used a move called "Divine Weapon Returns" on Gu Ya. When Gu Ya returned to his hand, he locked onto the old knife handle again. Not only was his perception strong, but his endurance was also excellent.

Almost without a break, Bone Fang launched a second wave of attacks.

Bone Teeth was even more violent this time, and the move was even more urgent, while the old knife handle had already exhausted all his strength.

As one side gains strength while the other loses strength, the situation becomes one-sided.

After twelve consecutive piercings, the old knife-holder's tendons, scapula, shoulder bones, and kneecaps were all broken.

Even the painter who turned to attack the suffering scholar could not help but sigh.

"Brother Zhou is really sharp. I thought he was just talking nonsense just now."

This hunting plan was decided by Zhou Xuan in the teahouse.

Because the Bone Elder of the Pain School is extremely special, his body's recovery ability is extremely strong. Once he encounters a situation where he is doomed to die, he can disperse his flesh and blood body and turn it into a ball of flesh and blood rain that spreads everywhere. As long as a part of his body escapes, it means that he has completely escaped.

It is not difficult to drive away a Bone Elder, but it requires the joint efforts of several people to kill a Bone Elder completely.

Therefore, Zhou Xuan divided the hunting into two waves.

In the first wave, he and the painter faced the viewer, the suffering scholar, and the old knife-holder.

The two of them first quickly took out the weakest old knife-holder, effectively reducing the number of the other side's combatants.

Here, in order to save the painter's time, Zhou Xuan asked the painter to just slightly injure the old knife handle and attract the other party's attention, and he would teach him the rest.

He was confident that he could defeat Lao Dao Ba Zi without endangering his life.

In the second wave, Gu Ling, Li Chengfeng, and Lu Mingkun entered the scene, together with the painter, two six-incense sticks and one seven-incense sticks. It was very easy for them to work together to suppress the Scholar of Pain and the Master of the Temple in an instant. Then Zhou Xuan captured the Scholar of Pain to prevent him from escaping in the form of a rain of flesh and blood.

As soon as the plan was proposed, the painter raised his objections.

There were two objections. First, he was afraid that Zhou Xuan's incense was not strong enough to subdue the injured old knife-holder. Second, he thought it would be better to kill the suffering scholar directly, otherwise it would turn into a bloody rain and no one would be able to capture him alive.

"Both the great scholar and the old knife-holder must be captured alive."

One of these two people skinned Lü Mingkun's uncle, and the other killed Lin Xia, Feng Xigui and the rest of the fang ghosts.

If they were allowed to die easily, it would be too easy for them.

"Lao Hua, don't worry, I have made this plan and I am sure I can complete it."

The painter didn't believe it at first, but now he is half convinced.
With his extremely low incense and strong perception, Zhou Xuanzhen used his "divine weapon" to slash out an astonishing twelve times, violently beating the old knife-holder into a cripple.

"As expected, he is the Zhou family Nuo God who single-handedly killed the Armored Incense Master. I am really surprised."

Although the painter was distracted by Zhou Xuan's thoughts, his hands were not slow. He pointed his right hand in the direction of a sword, raised it in front of his forehead, and chanted the "Red Refining Divine Curse".
"There is blood light on my body, covering my body, red and refined, and the aura of Tao is rising..."

The painter chanted the seventh level of Gu Lao's magic spell, and his body was covered with blood-colored Taoist talismans.

At the same time, Zhou Xuan's other helpers also began to gather.
A stream of blood came in through the gap in the window of the house and pounced towards the suffering scholar.

A lantern flew in from the air vent in the house.

There was a piece of human skin attached to the lantern.

The human skin belongs to Lu Mingkun, the lantern belongs to Li Chengfeng, and the blood is what Gu Ling dispersed from her body.

After the old knife handle was abolished, the hunting team quickly assembled to subdue the painful scholar as quickly as possible.
This was extremely easy for them, after all, the master of the temple was not there.

Gu Ling's blood rushed towards the Scholar of Pain, his skin grew in the wind, and the white lantern burned with a faint blue flame.

The suffering scholar was wrapped in Gu Ling's blood and energy, and his skin and flesh were instantly burned and festered.

The blood and energy gathered together, and Gu Ling appeared. She bit her tongue and sprayed a ball of Dao flame towards the suffering scholar.

The sky was full of flames.

Li Chengfeng controlled the lantern remotely, and after it merged with the flames, it intensified the fire, burning the painful scholar into a pile of bones.
Relying on the amazing ability to regenerate flesh and blood, and with the blessing of the old bone's "body-protecting spell", the bones made a final struggle in the fire, hoping to regenerate flesh and blood.
But obviously, his regeneration speed was not as fast as his burning speed. As a result, the painful scholar had to disperse his flesh and blood, turning it into a ball of blood rain, and tried to escape.

The painter chanted the Red Refining Divine Mantra several times, waiting for the suffering scholar to turn into blood rain.

The sword finger of his right hand pointed at Gu Ling's Dao Yanhuo. In the firelight, nine bright red fire snakes swam, using the flames as a path, and swam quickly towards the painful scholar.

As the scholar of pain turned into blood rain, the nine fire snakes suddenly grew in size and entangled the blood rain like chains.

At the same time, the Blood Rain of the Painful Scholar was forced to merge, fell to the ground, and restored its original body appearance.

"Brother Zhou, my red fire snake cannot tie him up for too long...it's up to you." The painter shouted to Zhou Xuan.

Even though he was shouting, the painter was complaining in his heart - it was so difficult to catch a bone master, it would be better to just kill him directly and be done with it, instead of letting him run away later.

Zhou Xuan walked slowly to the front of the Painful Scholar and smiled grimly, "Painful Scholar, I will repay you a hundredfold for how you treated the Fang Ghost. There is still a long time to come, I will imprison you and torture you slowly."

"Zhou Xuan, you are very powerful, beyond your level of incense, but you... can't trap me. Even painters can't trap me."

The color of the red fire snake on the painful scholar's body was obviously fading, and he was struggling to break free.

"You are short-sighted. I will open your eyes." Zhou Xuan mocked the suffering scholar and shouted in his heart, "Jingzi, come out and tie up your sacrifice."

As soon as he thought about it, a huge blood-red vortex appeared under his feet.

The vortex was spinning extremely fast, and the aura it emitted was so powerful that even Gu Ling and the painter instinctively took a few steps back, as if the vortex itself was a huge danger.

"Blood well?" The painter figured out where the vortex came from and couldn't believe it.

"So you are a psychic of the Blood Well." The painter just said this, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "You can call the Blood Well, and the Blood Well is in your secret realm. You actually have both the Blood Well and the Divine Revelation secret realms?"

For a moment, the painter suddenly understood why the Pingshui Prefecture Youshen Division would collectively become Zhou Xuan's protectors...

ps: Good brothers, I have posted a big update. Happy Friday is here again, muah.

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