Raising the Demon

Chapter 368: One Thought, The Mountain-Building Heavenly Pillar Begins

After chatting with Gong Yiping for a while, Zi Baifeng found out that the son of old uncle Gong is not as interesting as old uncle Gong. His son was extremely rigid from the inside out.

After chatting with him for a while, Zi Baifeng also found it boring, but this character really made Zi Baifeng very relieved. Like Gong Yiping, he is an excellent subordinate, but not necessarily a good friend.

"You deal with these flying swords. You are here to protect me. If it is still like today, and I need to come forward when something happens, aren't you negligent?" Zi Baifeng said, and Gong Yiping immediately lowered his head in shame.

Zi Baifeng suddenly felt that he was serious. If Luo Qianshan was a shameless guy, he might take Zi Baifeng's words as a compliment, and retorted: "Then you can be more active!" Said to Gong Yiping , but he will take it very seriously.

"Yes, this subordinate understands." Gong Yiping had a sad face, "Subordinate will definitely not make your lord work hard again."

Zi Baifeng rolled his eyes, shook his head, picked up a flying sword casually, erased the original restriction, poured in the spiritual energy of the Raising Monster Art, and immediately raised the flying sword to the third level, and handed it to Gong Yiping, saying : "This sword is given to you, treat it well."

Further upwards, it is best to raise it by Gong Yiping himself, and Zi Baifeng's formula of raising a demon has a limit.

Gong Yiping knelt down on one knee, took it with both hands, and murmured to say something thankful, but his mouth was clumsy, and he only said one sentence: "Thank you, sir!"

Zi Baifeng patted him on the shoulder, turned around and said, "I'm tired, go take a rest, where is my room?"

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On Zhongshan Mountain, outside the main hall, Guan Guri frowned slightly after listening to Li Qingtian's report, and said, "So I understand, you restrain the disciple and don't bother him again. Don't make any troubles at critical moments! This son If you don't say anything, I will meet him sometime to see if I can win him over. With his strength, I will definitely participate in the Face Immortal Conference."

"Yes." Li Qingtian replied respectfully, he raised his eyes and took a peek at Guan Guri, seeing that Guan Guri was looking up at the sky and thinking about something, he didn't dare to disturb him, and lowered his head again.

Although Guan Guri is still young, his cultivation level is not weak, coupled with the careful training of the sect, he is very calm, Li Qingtian has decided to tie himself to Guan Guri's chariot.

As the saying goes, icing on the cake is not as good as giving charcoal in the snow. If Guan Guri's cultivation base is deeper in the future, it will not be so easy to rely on it.

At this moment, a disciple came in a hurry. Seeing that the two of them were there, he immediately stopped in his tracks, not daring to speak.

"What's the matter?" Guan Guri looked at the disciple in red.

"My lord, several people from below came to visit, claiming to be Xia Junguo's envoy." The disciple said.

"Xia Junguo?" Guan Guri nodded and said, "I see, you can go down."

The disciple hurriedly saluted and left. For these outer sect disciples, standing in front of Guan Guri had to bear tremendous pressure.

"Young master?" Li Qingtian raised his head, waiting for Guan Guri to show.

"It's not convenient for me to come forward, how about this, I'll ask my father to meet him." Guan Guri said.

"Yes." Li Qingtian knew that Guan Guri was only talking to himself, and had no intention of listening to his opinion at all.

When Guan Guri turned around and left, there was also a man in official uniform standing in front of the Zifu gate.

Although the overall style of the official uniform he was wearing was similar, it was slightly different from the official uniform of Zhuan'er Kingdom. People could tell at a glance that this must be an official from another place.

When the housekeeper came to report, Zi Baifeng was lying on a recliner in the courtyard with his eyes closed.

After reaching the sixth tactic of raising a demon, his control over the tiles and his own territory has become more refined and powerful, and it seems that he can do more things than before.

His mind traveled through the infinitely vast desert of death, and suddenly he cast his mind out of the sky, overlooking the earth.Suddenly, he projected his mind into the inside of a grain of sand, and felt the tiny crystals full of cracks rolling slowly.

He is like a ray of light, an incomparably swift light that can travel from one end of the desert of death to the other in an instant. He is also like invisible water that can seep into any gap.

And he was thinking, can he do more?

He focused his attention on a grain of sand, and then that grain of sand was slowly suspended, slowly changing its shape in the air, gradually changing from solid to liquid, suspended in the air as if weightless.

Then more sand was suspended and dropped into the melted sand. Gradually, there was a whirlwind all around, and countless sands swirled and projected towards the direction of that grain of sand, melted and fused together. .

In the desert of death, the cloud boat was floating in the air, and several officials responsible for excavating the river were discussing on the front deck to make a small modification to the route.In the rear, Yu Wan used his natal power to extract the water from the Death Desert from the ground and let it flow obediently in the river.

Xiao Yuwan was with his mother, flying happily with a few little cranes, and with the squid, and a few little guys, they were swimming and playing in a huge floating water polo, very happy.

Suddenly, Little Stone shouted: "Look!"

In the distance, a tornado composed of fine sand is raging. In the tornado, a strange mountain that looks like a tree and a cactus is rising from the ground.

In the desert of death, most of the rocks have been deserted, leaving only low hills. At this time, a huge mountain is growing under a powerful force, straight into the sky.

The growth rate of the mountain is so amazing that almost all the surrounding sand has been sucked in, as if the coarse gauze skirt covering the earth was pulled up by someone, exposing the bare rocks of various colors, smooth as if they were people licked.

Everyone was surprised and looked at with wide-eyed eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the high mountain was already soaring into the clouds, the whirlwind gradually stopped, and the bare mountain stood like a pillar of heaven.

The whirlwind of sand stopped, but the whirlwind of spiritual energy rose again, and the endless spiritual energy gathered together, gradually forming a faint phantom on the top of the mountain.

"It's brother!" Xiao Shitou yelled, "Brother, brother, I'm here!"

Zi Baifeng turned his head and waved at him. This body with aura gathered is still a bit uncomfortable to manipulate - or rather, it can't be regarded as a body, but can only be regarded as a projection, because when he lowers his head, he can see In the hazy scenery behind him, his body is just a translucent shadow.

Once you think about the formation of mountains and heavenly pillars, and then you think about gathering spirits and turning them into magic.

Zi Baifeng moved his hands and feet on the mountain, feeling the specialness of the body created by the aura. The body of the aura is not actually his body, but the product of his control over the aura. Compressed together, and then projected their own consciousness on it, it became this strange existence.

Is this a clone illusion?
Zi Baifeng stomped his feet lightly, intending to feel whether the body was solid and whether it could touch the ground. Who would have thought that when he stepped down, it would be like a bolt from the blue, a huge crack split from the top of the mountain and spread hundreds of meters away. A spring gushed out of it and poured down the cracked cliff.

Zi Baifeng was stunned, the body transformed by the aura actually had the power to split mountains and rocks, which was many times stronger than his own body.

Thinking about the projection formed by the spiritual energy, the density of the spiritual energy is too great. He kicked lightly, like a powerful monk exhausting all the spiritual power in his body, and the ground shook with his palm.

After experimenting for a while, the aura gathered and turned into his own body, and he waved his hand again to disperse the aura, leaving only the mind still here, looking left and right.

After the sand was extracted, many things that had not been noticed before were exposed under the yellow sand.

Someone once said that every layer of rock has a page of history, which records many things that others have never noticed.

That is a corner of the garden.

In the desert of death, everything is gray and yellow, but this corner of the courtyard still has bright blue bricks, red tiles and white walls.

Zi Baifeng was about to go over to take a look, but was suddenly pushed. He opened his eyes, and saw the old housekeeper standing in front of him awkwardly: "My lord, an envoy from Xia Junguo is here to visit."

"Xia Junguo?" Zi Baifeng was immersed in the joy of discovering a strange existence, when he heard this, he immediately waved his hand impatiently: "No see!"

With that said, he turned over, closed his eyes again, and re-projected his consciousness back into the desert of death.

The old butler waited for a while, seeing that he had no intention of getting up at all, he had no choice but to go out, and told the people outside the door: "Sorry, my lord is still taking a nap, and it is not convenient to see guests for the time being."

The Xia Junguo official was also considered to have a good temper, and said: "It's okay, we'll just wait here, and when Master Zihou wakes up, we'll just stop bothering him."

The old housekeeper hesitated for a moment, but in view of the identity of the other party, he still didn't dare to let them in, leaving a servant to stare, and ran back to find Zi Baifeng by himself.

At this time, Zibaifeng has already pulled up another whirlwind of gravel, pulling up all the yellow sand covering the building complex, just like a bride lifting her hijab to reveal her true face, a building submerged under the yellow sand. The city gradually appeared in front of everyone.

Although it has been covered by yellow sand for many years, those buildings are still brand new. Zi Baifeng can feel that these buildings themselves seem to be protected by unknown forces, or the buildings themselves have a unique , can lock the power of aura.

When the yellow sand was pulled away to reveal the huge building complex, everyone couldn't help taking a breath.

This is a huge building complex covering tens of miles. Judging from the level and planning of the building complex, the entire building complex is built for the same purpose.

There are many blocks in it, and the division of functions can be seen at a glance, and it is obvious that it is not a city, but something else.The walls are neither high nor thick, and the courtyards are one after the other, just like Zi Baifeng's Zifu has been magnified countless times.

Zi Baifeng's consciousness flew to the south, where, on a tall porch, on the plaque, the words "Niaoshu South Courtyard" were impressively visible.

　The new year is coming soon, and Uncle Ha wishes everyone good health and safety, and nothing else.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)