Inner Demons

Uncle Wang cuts speechless ——It’s not that “reasonable words are poor”, but the first time I heard someone put forward their opinions so intelligently… For example, “No more I speak, otherwise I will be unhappy.”

This is like the statement of a naive child. And adults, at least know how to conceal and suppress their emotions.

But he just couldn’t feel the slightest “spoofing” like a child.

Because when he said this, Li Yunxin looked like an angry little child, but at least he cuts here, and from his experience in observing words and colors over the years-he believes Li Yunxin The threat is simply a threat. And the dangerous light in his eyes is nothing like a child.

As a result, he was taken aback for a moment, realizing that he did not fully understand the person in front of him-he seemed more dangerous than he thought… it seemed.

So Uncle Wang cut frowned and sighed slightly: “I am anxious and speak without careful diction. It’s just the Dragon King…you can understand my feelings. But since the Dragon King said that this is also the Dragon King’s own I plan to…Ah…I’ll talk about this in a few days. But the top priority now—”

When it came to this, Uncle Wang suddenly stopped. Then he looked up to the sky, as if he was aware of something in the sky.

Li Yunxin’s reaction was only a little slower than him-after Uncle Wang cut his head, a scroll in his arms jumped frantically.

He and Uncle Wang looked at each other, knowing that the other party got some news through his own channel. Therefore, without even speaking, he stood up tacitly-Wang Bojian walked to the back hall, and Li Yunxin walked outside the door.

As soon as he went out, he reached out and took out a talisman from the folding fan, and then turned to a small alley west of Munanju. Some people on the street just looked at him and didn’t care when they saw him walking out. When Li Yunxin walked into the shadow of the alley, he sacrificed the talisman-the invisible power spread out in a small space. This is to shield his own whereabouts and block the surveillance of cultivators that may be nearby.

Then he took out the beating scroll in his arms and saw a line of words appeared on it.

“Kunwuzi and Erxiu are going to you”.

Li Yunxin is frowned.

Before he left Dongting, he left some talisman for Liu Laodao, using the new spell he learned from the bright jade slip. The distance between Dongting and Rongcheng is still too far from a cultivator like Liu Laodao. Therefore, he used this method to deliver news-once there was an emergency, he would sacrifice the talisman in Dongting and write simple words, which he could see on the scroll.

This kind of communication was considered a surprisingly troublesome method at his time, but now it is considered to be the magical power of the Xian Family.

Now I have received the words of Liu Laodao.

Just…what’s the situation?

Kunwuzi and two cultivators, are you coming to your side?

How did Kun Wuzi know that he was in Rongcheng?

How did he leave Yunshan again?

What about saying “I thought about it in the stone chamber after something happened”?

He didn’t think much anymore, and turned around out of the alley. After just two steps, I saw Uncle Wang poking his head out of the big window of Mu Nanju, face sank like water: “Dragon King, people of Taoism are coming here.”

Li Yunxin Tan Shou: “I also just found out.”

Uncle Wang stared at him for a while: “There are three people in total. It’s not too far from here, and we are still looking for their whereabouts. Is it because The Dragon King is here?”

“I don’t know.” Li Yunxin raised his head and squinted his eyes to the sky as he said, “No need to look for it. It’s on top of our heads.”

Before Uncle Wang could respond, a breeze rose to the ground with a buzzing sound.

Li Yunxin, who stayed in place, lifted his foot and walked into the door of Mu Nanju-as soon as he stepped over the threshold, it turned into a light spot and dissipated. Uncle Wang realized that Li Yunxin’s true body had been accompanied by the breeze, and what remained was an illusory shadow that’s all who didn’t want to show his skills in the street.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky-in the blue sky, only a few palm-size clouds were seen. At this time, the sun had begun to tilt to the west, so the edges of the clouds were plated with a faint golden color.

Wang Bojian thinks that Li Yunxin and the three visitors are in a certain cloud.

Those clouds look small, but in fact, there are several large cities in Chengdu. He stared at the sky for a while, slightly sighed in his heart.

In fact, I really wanted to go to the sky and take a look. It’s just that he can’t soar for nine days like Li Yunxin-that feeling should be very refreshing.

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The three uninvited guests are indeed in the cloud.

The soft clouds on the ground change their appearance in the sky. It is big and thick, like a towering mountain high above the blue sky. The mountains are not smoothly undulating, but there are many small peaks and small valleys composed of water vapor.

The three people were among the clouds-a silhouette stopped in the canyon formed by the mist, and the whole body was enveloped by golden light.

This silhouette does not seem to have an entity, but something like Divine Soul or ghost. Looking at the outline, there is a faint look like the Kunwuzi of Langya Cave Sky, but if you look closely, you can’t see clearly. Because he has golden light circulating around him. And if you look closely at the golden light, you will gradually find that it is two golden silhouettes and two men with high crowns and big sleeves.

The images of these two men are flat, like people on paper. They rotate around Kunwuzi’s body and form a golden mask, covering him.

The Kunwuzi in this mask doesn’t seem to be doing well—his figure is flickering, as if he is about to disperse. He floated upright in the air and closed his eyes, as if trying to…maintain his form so as not to collapse.

In theory, such a Kunwuzi should be impossible to withstand a single blow.

However, the two pursuers who were 100 meters away from him in Cloud Mist Mountain did not step forward and seemed to be deeply jealous of him.

These are two people with little characteristics. Both men are in their thirties. There is a plain beard on her plain face, and she wears a daoist robe with no wrinkles in the running water.

One person holds a golden-bright and dazzling ruyi, and the other holds a small clock. When Kun Wuzi stopped, they stopped, staring at him for a while, and the person who held his wish said: “You know it yourself, it won’t last long.”

“You are the body of Divine Soul The other body that had been possessed before had been injured, and then he was expelled by Saint, and that body was injured again. I was severely injured once on Yunshan—” The cultivator slightly sighed, “If I were you, what I should do now Just thinking about how to tell myself to hurry up the soul flew away and scattered, instead of fleeing. Otherwise, it will fall into our hands…you can’t think of the taste.”

Kun Wuzi still doesn’t speak , It seems that there is no room to speak at all. His fingers fluttered in the golden light cover, forming various handprints. However, the silhouettes of the two guardians circulating around him became lighter and slower, as if they would disperse at any time.

The cultivator holding the clock frowned and said in a low voice: “He looks like it’s gone. Right now he is delaying time and bluffing. You make you Jade Ruyi, I make me Primal Chaos Bell, fight Destroy these two magic weapons and take him down as soon as possible, so as not to have many dreams at night. But what he has in his hand is “A Picture of Shanghe on the Qingming Festival”…one of the ancient scrolls of the eight treasures. In case Saint is to blame, you and I will…”

The cultivator who holds the wishful mind, but coldly smiled: “Extra-junctions? I want to see how he grows. Collusion with Demon… Hmph… If it weren’t for me to be favored by God, I can’t make this pine nut now. Pu Songzi…huh. What kind of thing is this Pu Songzi…have a daoist realm, and the realm is not stable, I don’t know what’s fooling around normally, bah!”

This self-proclaimed Pu Songzi His cultivator’s words are full of resentment, and he doesn’t have the indifferent temperament that ordinary Taoist cultivators usually have, but more like a secular man. But despite what he said, his eyes were looking around-as if he was guarding against enemies that might surprise him.

The cultivator holding Primal Chaos Bell seemed afraid to disobey him, so he sighed and shook the clock in his hand. Then there was a clear and crisp sound spreading a little bit in all directions, as if to investigate the surrounding situation.

This probe really revealed the situation-after a breath, the bell suddenly ding dong bang, and since the mouth of the bell burst out a clear light, like a searchlight, it hits Yunshan directly. Below.

The cultivator’s eyes rounded immediately and shouted in a low voice: “Sure enough, someone is in ambush!”

He raised his voice again: “Where is the expert, you can’t show up soon!”

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Pu Songzi just didn’t care much. Now that I have encountered hostilities, I can’t help but get to my heart-the wishfulness in my arms flickered, and the clouds around my body immediately rolled into a long dragon, surrounding the two. Then he settled down and sternly shouted: “He Fang Xiaoxiao, still not showing up!”

As soon as his words fell, he really rushed out of the clouds diagonally. This person is still surrounded by mist. The mist curled up like running water and dispersed in all directions, finally revealing his true face.

And his true content…

But he looks very much like those two cultivators. A 30-40 years old middle-aged man’s face, with five strands of long beard. Wearing a daoist robe with no wrinkles and flowing water, there is a faint smile on his face.

This person finally stopped between Kunwuzi and Liangxiu, holding a whisk in his hand. Stared at the two people for a while, then turned to look at Kun Wuzi. In the end, he raised his hand in a salute, and the corners of his mouth were still slightly tilted and smiling: “Pu Songzi and Huaijuezi Junior Brothers, I haven’t seen each other for a long time.”

The Pu Songzi, the hand held The Taoist priest of Primal Chaos Bell, when I saw this man…

I couldn’t help being all sucked in a cold breath.

This person… They are actually familiar.

The first building of the Taoist Langya Cave Tianjing Law Academy, it is the daoist Yueyunzi!

Pu Songzi and Huai Juezi looked at each other, then turned their heads to look at the “Yue Yunzi”: “Who are you?!”

Yue Yunzi was still laughing. But now the two cultivators have slowly discovered his evil smile-even when he spoke, the curvature of the corners of his mouth has not changed in the slightest!