Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 144 It’s better to be perfect
The words are divided into two parts.

Outside the illusion array that Zhao Yifu had set up earlier, the eyebrowless monk slowly walked out.

He looked around, then looked at the direction of the illusion array and walked over...

But even though he found something wrong here, he couldn't just walk in.

Just as Zhao Yifu had planned, he walked over and came out from the other side...

"You actually have such a high level of skill in illusion? You're truly gifted."

Wumei admired sincerely.

Then, he said calmly outside the formation, "Fellow Daoist Fu Yinzi is about to face a very difficult decision. No matter which choice he makes, he will be plunged into endless distress and unable to extricate himself."

"But maybe, you can help him."

Having said that, he turned and left.

In the illusion array, Wu Zhong's expression changed.

Xiong San's bear face showed a confused expression. He didn't know what to do. Then his eyes wandered left and right, as if he wanted to take a walk.

"Woo~"

Dahei sobbed softly in Wu Zhong's palm. To Dahei, Zhao Yifu was his master, and Wu Zhong was his relative.

It could sense the conflict in Wu Zhong's heart, but expressed it in this way: no matter what decision you make, it will follow you.

As for Li Nuer, whose thinking ability is now not much different from that of small animals, she was extremely frightened the moment the monk appeared, and she grabbed Wu Zhong's arm tightly as if to say: Don't pay attention to him, don't leave!

Hua Da Niu, who also stayed here to avoid joining in the fun, sighed heavily upon seeing this. She said, "Old Wu, you're tempted... but why? You know there's something fishy about that monk."

Wu Zhong sighed and said, "It's like the young master knows there's something wrong with him, but still believes what he says."

"I don't think he's lying."

Hua Da Niu said, "But he didn't tell the whole story!"

"The most terrifying thing is using the truth to deceive people."

Wu Zhong's hesitation was resolved at this moment. He said, "But he didn't lie to me. At least what he said about the young master being in big trouble was true."

"In that case, I can't stay here."

Hua Da Niu said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Wu Zhong said, "I'm old and lack any talent, so I can only help you in limited ways. Rather than dying alone on my sickbed, I'd rather use all my chips to help you one more time."

"The monk said I could help the young master, so he must want me to bear something on his behalf..."

This loyal old servant seemed to see through everything.

Hua Da Niu sighed and said, "Then you go... No, I'll go with you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl's body suddenly swelled up, and then she stood up and transformed into a rather plump cat-faced... auntie?
Ahem, the main reason is that Hua Da Niu’s whole body is round, and she looks very much like a middle-aged overweight aunt.

Although it was just a simple transformation into a standing cat instead of a direct transformation into a human, in Wu Zhong's eyes, Aunt Hua still had her charm...

Okay, let’s not talk about that.

Wu Zhong was simply touched that the girl was willing to accompany him into danger.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly said to Dahei, "Dahei, I know you want to go too, but someone has to obey the young master's orders."

"Just stay and watch this woman and this bear. Don't let them leave here."

Dahei showed a sad expression, his tail hung down, his ears drooped and he made a whimpering sound through his nose.

Then it turned its head and bit Xiong San's little tail... This guy actually retracted his head and tried to get out of here.

Then he stretched out his claws and patted Li Nuer's feet, and turned back to give Wu Zhong an affirmative and determined look.

Wu Zhong was very pleased to see this. He said, "Okay, I can rest assured that you will be by my side from now on."

As he said this, he patted Haodahei's head reluctantly, turned around and walked out of the formation.

For him, Dahei might be the embodiment of some of his will.

……

On Zhao Yifu's side, the battle was already earth-shaking.

Each of his sword strikes was stronger than the last, but due to the hidden blade intent, he had not yet caused any real damage to the Corpse King. However, he had already calculated most of the Corpse King's parameters.

He himself skillfully spun the heavy black iron sword in circles one after another, gathering most of the strength, and releasing the part that could not be gathered to his feet.

The ground beneath his feet was also splattered with dirt, and the splashed stones were flying around like bullets. Ordinary people could not stand here at all and would be directly killed by the aftermath.

Zhao Yifu's continuous swinging was not only to guide the Corpse King's power, but also to gather the power of each of his attacks.

Until it reaches a certain peak...

A sharp light suddenly flashed in Zhao Yifu's originally calm eyes.

When the hidden sword is unsheathed, it becomes an unparalleled divine sword!

He unleashed all the power he had gathered into the final circle.

The heavy black iron sword was actually shining at this moment, as if it had its own spirituality.

But at the same time, it also wailed continuously, and the heavy blade emitted a "cracking" sound.

The next moment, the blade fell.

It didn't matter what posture the corpse king was in now, because Zhao Yifu's knife cut through the corpse king's forehead like a hot knife through butter, and then chopped it all the way through.

The blade came out from under his crotch, but did not hit the ground, stopping exactly five centimeters above the ground.

But there was not a single gust of wind, and the mud beneath the blade did not move at all.

This seems to be somewhat inconsistent with the slash that Zhao Yifu made with all his strength?

But in fact, this reflects his complete control over strength, because all the strength he gathered in this sword has bloomed in the body of the Corpse King.

In terms of the exquisite control of strength, Zhao Yifu is now even better than when he killed the land drought demon.

The corpse king that was split in half seemed to still want to move and wanted to use his recovery ability to reverse the situation.

But as soon as its eyeballs moved, its entire body turned into an indescribable ball of blood and mud and fell to the ground.

The force that erupted from its body had torn everything inside it to pieces. To the earth, perhaps it was now just a mass of nutritious soil material.

The power that originally depended on its body dissipated into the air at this moment.

Zhao Yifu did it, and he did it as a complete warrior.

This might be the peak state of a warrior. This is how the Demon-Subduing Emperor killed the Corpse King Hanba.

Zhao Yifu let out a long breath, and the sharpness in his eyes subsided.

The long period of guarding Ren and hiding his edge made him feel tired both physically and mentally, and the moment his edge appeared, he felt weak.

This combination of moves is indeed extremely powerful, but it also causes huge losses.

But at this moment, the monk, the monk without eyebrows, appeared in front of him.

"You are indeed here."

Zhao Yifu said lightly.

Wumei looked at him, then at the surrounding situation, and said, "Daoist Fu Yinzi is truly a god, but is he still able to wield his sword?"

Zhao Yifu said proudly, "Of course."

Wumei praised: "Excellent, excellent!"

Then he put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name eleven times: "Namo Poxun the Great Demon."

The next moment, the countless phantoms of inner demons that were surrounding the top of the Xieyue Sect's mountain suddenly turned around, and like a dark cloud, they enveloped Zhao Yifu's head.

With Zhao Yifu's eyes, he seemed to see some familiar figures.

Those were the disciples of the Five Poison Cave who had died at his hands, including Li Nuer's parents. They had also become part of the Demon Shadow.

He searched hard, trying to see if there was the image of the Taoist monk Bai Na... Unfortunately, there were too many demonic shadows and he had no time to distinguish them.

A pure yang flame ignited on the heavy black iron sword.

Where the flames burned, the heavy black iron sword wailed.

It can't bear it anymore.

Perhaps it has already accepted its fate.

Zhao Yifu glanced at the Chunyang heavy sword in his hand with regret, and could only sigh that he would probably have to look for a suitable weapon again.

The next moment, true fire gushed out from the blade, transforming into the shape of a fire dragon, directly illuminating the dim world into daylight.

If Zhao Yifu's third brother was here, he would probably be shocked, because the shape of this fire dragon is even more majestic and domineering than when he was the Dragon King.

The heavy black iron sword 'shed tears'.

Of course, what was flowing down was not water, but molten iron.

The next moment, he swung the knife.

Fire Dragon Sword!

Well, the founder must be very dissatisfied with this, after all, he clearly passed on the 'Fire Dragon Sword'.

But it doesn’t matter. The pure yang fire dragon soared into the sky, ignited the curtain of the sky, and all the shadows under the curtain disappeared in the flames.

After this blow, the heavy black iron sword could no longer hold on and completely turned into scorching molten iron and fell to the ground, becoming a small "pool of water" with flames still burning on the surface.

This time, Zhao Yifu really played all his cards.

The loss of his true energy was enormous, his true fire was almost gone, and his soul was weak... This was the weakest state he had been in since he started practicing.

But don’t forget, there is a browless monk in front of him!

But Wumei didn't say anything. He just looked up at the night sky, and a pure smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he looked at the most brilliant "fireworks" in the night sky.

He looked very happy, with a sparkle in his eyes.

It wasn't until the flames dissipated and the clear night sky was revealed that he turned to look at Zhao Yifu and said, "Daoist Fu Yinzi, you still have one last thing to do."

Zhao Yifu sneered and asked, "Kill you?"

Unexpectedly, the eyebrowless monk nodded and said, "That's right, kill me."

He slowly walked towards Zhao Yifu.

Strolling leisurely in the garden, he seemed like a complete winner.

Zhao Yifu frowned and said, "I don't understand why you want me to kill all your men before I can come out?"

The eyebrowless monk stopped in his tracks upon hearing this and asked curiously, "You don't seem afraid at all. Do you have any backup plan?"

As he finished speaking, a divine light from a Yin God suddenly appeared beside him.

Liang Zhongzhi's evil spirit has arrived.

He looked at the eyebrowless monk in front of him with cold eyes and said, "I know you, the culprit who destroyed the Jinjue Temple."

Zhao Yifu's expression relaxed, and he clasped his fists and said, "Master, you're here."

Liang Zhongzhi's expression remained unchanged, but the look of care he gave Zhao Yifu was evident.

The monk without eyebrows shook his head and said, "If it's just you, Liang Fengzi, I'm afraid it won't be enough."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, three more divine lights appeared around him.

What is more important is the righteous and bright light of the Yang God in the center!

The people who came were Qiu Yuzi, Master Yan, and Mr. Yuewei.

The eyebrowless monk nodded in satisfaction and said, "That's pretty good. I didn't expect to see the five virtuous men who are so famous in the cultivation world today. How wonderful."

Zhao Yifu was a little nervous: "Master, Senior Master Yan, Senior Yushi Yuewei, why are you all here?"

He couldn't help but be nervous. He thought that his master knew everything so there was nothing to worry about. However, the other people in Danqing Sect were all "experts" with little fighting ability.

If one or two were killed, he would be guilty of a serious crime.

At this moment, Liang Zhongzhi was both embarrassed and happy, while the other three were speechless.

There was no way, because when they were in the Yin Shen and Yang Shen states, they could roughly know what Zhao Yifu was thinking just by looking at his expression and detecting some of his scattered thoughts.
Qiu Yuzi secretly made up his mind that after returning, he must strengthen the practical training of the sect and must not let the prejudice of a younger disciple become a reality.

What does it mean that "elders are weaklings"? Even if you are weak now, it doesn't mean you will be weak in the future!
But at this moment, Wumei said, "Very good, very good. Actually, there is no need for you fellow Taoists to be so nervous. I am very happy to see that fellow Fu Yinzi has accomplished such a great thing today. I only hope that fellow Fu Yinzi will continue to work hard and solve my source as well, so that my merit can be complete."

Zhao Yifu took advantage of the fact that all the elders in the sect had arrived and immediately swallowed the elixir to restore his true energy. At the same time, he asked, "Please explain clearly."

Wumei smiled slightly and said, "Daoyou Fu Yinzi, it seems that you also know that I have never lied to you."

Zhao Yifu said, "You just concealed a lot and didn't explain it clearly."

Wumei sighed and then said, "Well, I will tell you the story from the beginning, so that you can kill me clearly."

"Namo..."

He chanted the Buddha's name, but the content after that suddenly became unclear.

His expression was stern and his breath was unstable, but he soon regained his composure.

He said, "I have no eyebrows, and this has always been my name."

"I have a master who is highly skilled in Buddhist teachings and has great aspirations. He wants to bring salvation to all people in the world."

"He believed that the suffering of the world was due to ignorance and the six desires. Therefore, he prepared to set up a water and land ritual to preach Buddhist scriptures, so that people would understand that the six desires were demons and should be abandoned..."

"He was very successful and became the most prestigious person in the world. Even mortal emperors had to bow their heads and call themselves 'disciple' when they met him."

Qiu Yuzi said calmly, "Master Tianjue was the leading figure in the Buddhist sect during that era, almost overshadowing the Taoist sect."

"The most terrifying thing is that during Master Tianjue's lifetime, there were very few disputes between Buddhism and Taoism. He always resolved all conflicts with his astonishing wisdom. Therefore, even when Taoism declined due to this, no one criticized him."

Wumei nodded and said, "That was my master. At that time, everyone thought that he would eventually become 'Bodhisattva of Heavenly Awakening' or 'Venerable Master of Heavenly Awakening'. Unexpectedly..."

He didn't keep anyone in suspense and said directly, "That water and land ceremony brought him great fame, but it also attracted some attention from outside the region."

"Mara, His gaze has fallen on my Master."

"Mara hated Buddhism because its followers always wanted to free people from the six desires and thus escape his demonic domain. Therefore, he began to use various means to lure my master into corruption."

"But my master remains unmoved."

"Then Mara began to indiscriminately lure fellow disciples of the Golden Awakening Temple into corruption."

"My fellow disciples are not my master. They have all fallen into demonic thoughts and have even distorted the Buddhist teachings they practiced." Zhao Yi Fu suddenly realized, "Lunzang Temple."

Wumei didn't say anything and continued, "I too was tempted by Mara back then and struggled to hold on."

"However, just when I was about to give up, my master gave up first."

"He poured all his cultivation into me, using his lifelong Buddhist teachings to build up the strength for me to resist my inner demons. Then he himself passed away while being burned by the demonic fire."

"That fire destroyed the once prosperous Jinjue Temple."

"Countless elders and fellow disciples perished in the flames."

"But their evil thoughts have remained, and have been carried on through me, the little monk."

"My master, Master Tianjue, chose to sacrifice himself to end it all, but how could the demonic shadow created by Mara disappear so easily?"

"So I, the humble monk, carried these demonic shadows and traveled all the way across mountains and rivers to this remote and desolate mountain, where I have imprisoned myself."

Zhao Yifu exclaimed in surprise, "Prisoner's Cell Mountain, so this is your cell!"

Wumei said, "Twelve hundred years have passed now, and I am truly exhausted."

"Even though I can still suppress the evil within me, it will always come out when I'm not paying attention, leaving some distorted traces on this world."

"The Five Poison Cave and the Slanting Moon Sect are like this, and of course the same is true for the Lunzang Temple."

Zhao Yifu then said, "So that's why you want me to kill you?"

Wumei said, "Indeed, I can no longer control the evil thoughts within me, so I can only ask the great sage to take my place."

"So, after hearing that there were five new 'beneficiaries' in this world, I couldn't wait to come and see you, my friend."

Mr. Yuewei blushed. He felt that it was his fault that Zhao Yifu had run into such trouble.

But Liang Zhongzhi didn't believe it. He said cautiously, "How can it be that simple? If I kill you, I'm sure something bad will happen to you... I think the biggest possibility is that these evil thoughts in you will be transferred to the person who killed you!"

Wumei nodded and said honestly, "Yes."

Liang Zhongzhi was furious. He said, "If that's the case, we won't get involved in this mess."

Wumei said calmly, "Then, let me stay here alone. Try not to let anyone disturb me. Perhaps I can hold on a little longer."

Liang Zhongzhi was stunned: "This..."

He was really in a dilemma.

There is no need to even ask what the consequences will be if Wumei can no longer hold on. It will definitely be the birth of a great devil, and then a demonic calamity will envelop the entire world!

Master Yan, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke up: "No, it's not that exaggerated. There's no such thing as an immortal demonic thought. It's more like Mara himself coming."

"To put it bluntly, these evil thoughts in you are nothing more than the combined effects of those monks who were possessed by demons in Jinjue Temple back then, as well as your own inner demons."

Wumei raised his palms and bowed, saying, "You are truly a great sage. This is indeed the truth."

"Originally, I thought I could resolve these evil thoughts with my own strength and the Buddhist teachings of my master, but unfortunately, I also had my own inner demons..."

"So after the evil thoughts are transferred, they become like rootless duckweed. If one is determined, there is hope that they can be completely resolved."

"Even if one's will is weak, after death, the most one can do is turn into a ghost, and the evil thoughts will not be transferred to others."

In short, it is a bad thing for this monk to die or not, but if the monk does not die, he may turn into a peerless devil.

The cultivation level of Master Tianjue twelve hundred years ago, plus his own accumulation over the past twelve hundred years... my goodness, it's terrifying to think about it.

"Master, I understand what you mean!"

Suddenly a voice sounded behind the monk.

Everyone present was stunned, because their attention was involuntarily drawn to Wumei, but they ignored the person following behind him.

Zhao Yifu's expression suddenly changed. He said, "Uncle Wu, don't mess around!"

But it was too late.

Wu Zhong suddenly moved close to Wumei's back, his muscles suddenly swelled, and then he stretched out his right hand like a claw and plunged it straight into Wumei's head...

However, he didn't really get in. Wu Zhong's cultivation wasn't even enough to break the monk's protective magic power.

Wumei saw this and said, "Your cultivation is too weak. Let me lend you a helping hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, he actually poured all his cultivation into Wu Zhong's body.

Of course, most of this cultivation was wasted, but it gave Wu Zhong a temporary boost of strength, allowing him to insert his fingers into Wu Mei's brain...

"Namo... Amitabha."

Wumei finally chanted the Buddha's name, his face showing a peaceful expression.

Zhao Yifu was stunned and then said angrily: "From the beginning, you didn't choose me, but my Uncle Wu!"

But Wumei no longer spoke, and his cultivation was no longer injected into Wu Zhong's body. Instead, it directly dissipated into the world.

Wumei died very quickly without leaving any information behind.

He was happy, but Zhao Yifu was going crazy.

This left him with a mess!
This monk really has everything planned out.

He was willing to sacrifice his life for justice, but what about Wu Zhong who accepted all his evil thoughts?
What else can we do? We can leave the problem to Fu Yinzi, who 'claims' himself to be one of the five virtuous men of benevolence.

Now that the five sages have arrived, it is even better. Let’s see whether these so-called five benevolent people are really as arbitrary as they say.

This strong sense of malice is actually full of the flavor of Demon.

"Master, you don't have to worry. I'm going to die soon anyway."

Wu Zhong said with great relief.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

Because his will is being tortured by evil thoughts, once his will is lost, it means that he will completely become a demon on earth, and his soul will be completely distorted.

That would result in eternal damnation!
Zhao Yifu was not like Wu Zhong who knew nothing, but it was precisely because he knew the result that he felt pain in his heart.

He didn't want to see this happen.

However, at this moment, the square seal in his arms suddenly flew out, and after reaching Wu Zhong's head, it suddenly exploded in the air!

The infinite yang and spiritual energy accumulated in the square seal were all integrated into Wu Zhong's body, suppressing his evil thoughts.

Of course, just a brief battle with the evil thoughts made Wu Zhong, whose soul was no different from that of an ordinary person, feel extremely exhausted. He fainted with his head tilted.

Zhao Yifu exclaimed in surprise: "Master!"

Liang Zhongzhi smiled brightly and said, "Compared to these external things, my disciple's Dao heart is more important."

Zhao Yifu felt a little sad... Indeed, he was confused just now.

But, what to do now?
Qiu Yuzi sighed deeply, "Zheng Fang, your Yang and spiritual energy can only suppress the evil thoughts temporarily. This child will eventually have to face that problem."

Zhao Yifu said calmly, "It's okay. I already have some ideas."

Qiu Yuzi asked curiously: "What?"

Zhao Yifu said, "The answer has already been explained by Wumei. Back then, his master was able to use his own cultivation to suppress his evil thoughts. So, I can also use my own cultivation to suppress Uncle Wu's evil thoughts."

"This……"

Liang Zhongzhi was a little anxious.

But Zhao Yifu said with tears in his eyes: "Master, if you do this, I will also do the same without hesitation."

"After all, Master, you are the first person to recognize me, and Uncle Wu is the first person who was so happy about my calligraphy and paintings that he stayed up all night."

Liang Zhongzhi didn't say anything, but the Yin God disappeared from the spot in a ripple.

That's because the emotional fluctuations are too intense to maintain the existence of the Yin Spirit.

Qiu Yuzi sighed and said, "Go ahead and do what you want. We will protect you."

Zhao Yifu nodded.

What is Wuzhong to him?

She is the person who has been by his side since he can remember this life. She is his subordinate, his playmate, his relative, and the most important person to him in this world.

What he cultivated was the Tao, not the Tao that eliminated the seven emotions and six desires, but the Tao that sought to make the thoughts clear.

If he cannot give it his all, how can his thoughts be clear and how can he be worthy of the path he has cultivated?

Therefore, Zhao Yifu began to inject some of his Qi that he had recovered through the elixir into Wu Zhong's body.

These true qi were constantly resisting some foreign true qi in Wu Zhong's body and were consumed very quickly.

These strange kinds of true qi were left behind by Wumei just now. They are pure Buddhist skills, but they are also contaminated with evil thoughts.

It took Zhao Yifu all his effort to complete the investigation of Wu Zhong's internal condition.

He had to stop and continue to catch his breath.

Liang Zhongzhi has calmed down and returned.

He said, "I have another seal with the word 'Liang' on it, which I will give to you."

This is ready to spend all the family savings.

Zhao Yifu was moved when he heard this and shook his head: "No, Master, I already have a solution."

Qiu Yuzi said, "Is there a way? You've almost exhausted your energy just investigating one situation. What else can you do?"

Zhao Yifu said, "I am already a Golden Elixir cultivator, so I naturally have a way to make the Golden Elixir."

At this moment, the remaining "Four Sages" all changed color, because they also thought of Zhao Yifu's plan.

Zhao Yifu said gently, "The benevolence I learned from observing the benevolent law is 'having something to do.'"

"Now I will do the impossible!"

"untie!"

He tried to undo the Shouren Fa, but his Shouren Fa had already been automatically undoed due to exhaustion of his true energy.

Therefore, he was solving the problem of his own golden elixir!

Perhaps it was because his golden elixir was originally refined according to the mysteries of the Shouren method, and now it could be solved as smoothly as the Shouren method.

Zhao Yifu didn't even show any discomfort. Instead, his eyes were shining brightly, and then he stretched out a finger and pointed at Wu Zhong's dantian.

"Knot!"

A magical scene happened. His true energy was injected into Wu Zhong's Dantian, and then immediately circulated around Wu Zhong's body. With the sound of "junction", a new Shouren method was constructed!
Zhao Yifu used his true energy to construct a Shouren method in someone else's body. This operation was so amazing that it made others' scalps numb.

As he shouted the word "jie", he felt that the Shouren method in Wu Zhong's body began to operate stably.

This Shouren method is a seal that will completely seal the evil thoughts in Wu Zhong's body and prevent them from emerging.

Once it emerges, it will be completely eliminated by the pure Yang Qi in the Shouren method.

Similarly, this Shouren method will continue to refine the Wumei true qi remaining in Wu Zhong's body, making these true qi become Wu Zhong's own true qi... It must be said that he is equivalent to giving Wu Zhong a cheat!
As for Zhao Yifu himself, he felt extremely weak, as if all the energy in his body had been drained away.

But he was in good spirits because he felt he had done something very successful. He saved his Uncle Wu!
As for cultivation?
Oh, how long has it been since he started practicing seriously?
It's just a golden elixir. With the foundation of the Holy Martial Arts Body and so much knowledge of cultivation now, shouldn't he be able to recover it quickly?
As soon as the thought left his mind, he passed out.

The four big bosses of Danqingmen felt heartbroken and relieved when they saw this.

They were naturally heartbroken to see their own disciples abandon their own cultivation, but when they saw Zhao Yifu's character, how could they not be relieved?

Liang Zhongzhi suddenly clasped his fists towards Qiu Yuzi and said, "Master, my Yin Spirit body is unable to carry Jun Xin's body. Could you please help me?"

Qiu Yuzi nodded slowly and was about to take action.

But then a black cat emerged from Zhao Yifu's sleeve.

It meowed at the Yin and Yang gods around it.

Liang Zhongzhi laughed and said, "I didn't expect that he would actually bring these little things with him."

"Master, there's no need for you to do anything. Just leave it to these raccoon slaves."

Qiu Yuzi nodded again, but was quite curious about what such a small cat could do.
However, Yiyi let out another "meow", and several big cats came out of Zhao Yifu's sleeves one after another.

These big cats quickly stood up, and like powerful men, they carefully carried the bodies of Zhao Yifu and Wu Zhong to the place where the illusion array was originally.

Qiu Yuzi smiled and said, "That's quite interesting."

So he took him along and followed.

In this way, the big cats carried the two people and the four Yin gods and Yang gods away.

A moment later, a skinny old man peeked in with a cunning look.

He said to himself, "What a fight between gods! Fortunately, I dodged quickly, otherwise I would have been affected."

"It's a pity for the Xieyue Sect. They were probably devoured by those inner demons... If I go back now, won't the entire sect's treasure house belong to me alone?"

"No hurry, no hurry. We need to clean up the treasures on the ground first."

"Eighty-wheeled Tibetan monk, this is an incredible refining material."

"And what's with this molten iron? This feeling of eternal burning pure yang is simply terrifying..."

Just as the skinny old man was packing his things furtively and laughing strangely from time to time, the shadow of a huge cat's head quietly enveloped his entire body.

He turned his head tremblingly, then swallowed hard.

In his entire life, he had never seen such a fat and scary cat...

"Are you a remnant of the Xieyue Sect?"

A rough voice, smoky and drunken, reminded the skinny old man of the feeling of being surrounded by thugs in his distant childhood.

"Yes Yes……"

The girl sneered, "That's perfect. My Lord's weapon is broken, so you can reforge it."

"Remember this, my Lord has wiped out the Five Poison Cave and the Lunzang Temple. The entire Xieyue Sect, including you, is my Lord's spoils of war."

"From now on, you will be a slave of my Zhaoli Kingdom."

"Don't be so cunning, or you'll know how painful it is to offend a demon nation."

Well, isn’t it the Zhaomao tribe? When did it establish its country?
But it doesn’t matter, since it’s very easy for the demon race to establish a country.

　This chapter has over 8000 words, which is really heartbreaking.

　　
　
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