Chapter 836 I didn’t expect that I had a leg with your niece (two in one)
KaKaKaKaKa…
As the zombie slowly turned his head, Chu Pingsheng saw a familiar face.
The abbot of Qinglong Temple, Master Panshu, is also the master of Henghui and Hengyuan.
Of course, the pan tree at this time was no longer the original pan tree. The eyes turned white and the face turned black. Blue veins spread like a tree root. What was emitted throughout the body was not angry, but corpse energy.
It is obvious that the Pan Shu Monk has been refined into a corpse puppet.
Hada...
Hada...
Hada...
Hada.
Gudong...
At this time, some sounds of stone slabs turning over, one stiff hand after another stretched out from the soil, one bald head after another, and one familiar face after another entered the field of view.
Like the monk in the pan tree, they are all corpse puppets.
Hengqing, Hengtong, Heng Kong, Hengjie...
Chu Pingsheng looked at the monks of Qinglong Temple who had all turned into corpse puppets with a strange look on his face.
"This situation is really not small. Xu Pingfeng, if I guess correctly, is this what you did?"
He didn't care about the monk corpse puppets who had already emerged from the ground and surrounded him, and looked at a man in a black cloak and a hood that had suddenly appeared on the roof of the Bodhi Hall.
"Last time I let you live, I dared to provoke me. I said I couldn't find out the breath of Fuxiang. I guess you hid her with the Shanhaizhu of the twelve magic weapons of the Witch God Cult, right?"
"Not bad."
Xu Pingfeng said in a deep voice: "I blocked her breath."
"Hehe, it's great to fight in the nest."
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"Not arguing."
"How do you say it?"
"Since she likes you, she is an enemy, not a friend, so how can she say that she is fighting in the nest?"
"That's right."
Chu Pingsheng said, "You and the demon clan are in a mutual use relationship."
Xu Pingfeng changed the topic and said, "Look at the corpses around you, don't you think you are kind-hearted?"
"So?"
"How do you feel when you are besieged by your master and fellow disciples?"
"Why do you have to do this? No matter what, you and them are relatives, and you actually use such a fierce attack..."
"Relative?"
Xu Pingfeng was confused by him. Looking at the corpse puppet used for him under the psychic technique, he suspected that the monk's mind was broken. "By seniority, I should call you uncle, and these people are my master and brothers. Do you think... are they considered your relatives?"
"Big...uncle?"
"Are you so ignorant? Now, the entire Kanren yamen, and even the Dafeng court, who doesn't know that Xu Qi'an is my eldest brother-in-law and you are his father. Then, isn't it my uncle in terms of seniority?"
With a click, Xu Pingfeng stomped half of the tiles, shaking his body, and almost fell.
This bastard sleeps with his niece? Be Xu Pingzhi's son-in-law?
He used the wizard system's spiritual skills to enslave the corpses of the monks in Qinglong Temple, with the purpose of severely damaging the monk's spirit and making his mentality unbalanced. However, he did not expect that the monk would turn his back and hurt him.
"How do you know that Xu Pingzhi is my younger brother?"
"How fresh, since I can tell your name in one go, it is not normal to know that your relationship with Xu Pingzhi and Xu Qi'an?"
"Who are you?"
"Guess."
This tone...
Xu Pingfeng was furious and pointed angrily: "Kill him!"
"I am your niece. If you kill me, your niece will be a widow."
"Kill him! Kill him!" Xu Pingfeng shouted excitedly.
When it comes to his anger towards Monk Consort, his anger is second. The number one ranks first is fear, because it seems that everything cannot be hidden from the Monk Consort Consort, and the magic of heaven is like failure.
The monks of Qinglong Temple enslaved by spiritual arts rushed up quickly, but when they walked one meter away from the monk, their steps suddenly slowed down, their movements became more and more stiff, and finally they were fixed in place like petrification.
Xu Pingfeng pinched his hand and then chanted the spiritual spell again and again, but the egg was useless, and the connection with the corpse puppet in the yard was broken.
"You actually... know witchcraft?"
Psychic art is a wizard system spell. If you want to cut off his connection with the corpse puppet, the other party can only be a wizard or warlock who is stronger than him - a warlock is born from a wizard. This is why he, a second-grade warlock, can transform into the spiritual wisdom master of the Witch God Cult when he becomes a monk halfway.
"No, it's a witch!"
A wizard who is stronger than him can break the psychic technique, and the wizard can also set up magic circles to cut off his connection with the corpse puppet. However, with his second-grade cultivation, unless he is a super witch god, even Salen Agu, the great wizard of the Witch God Cult, it is impossible for him to block the energy fluctuations of the witchcraft in front of him.
Similarly, it is impossible for the monk to temporarily arrange a magic circle.
Then the answer can only be the "corpse Gu" unique to the Gu tribe in southern Xinjiang.
"Well, let's just say it."
Xu Pingfeng: "When?!" After the conversation, his face hidden in the hood suddenly changed color, and he remembered the conversation between the two of them just now: "The conversation just now... are you delaying time?"
"That's right."
Xu Pingfeng glanced at the fallen leaves on the ground. The insects should have used their cover to drill into the bodies of these corpse puppets to block the psychic technique.
What the hell is this fake monk?
He practiced witchcraft dual cultivation, and was already considered a person with extraordinary talent in this world. As a result, the other party gave him a big shock when he first met. When he met again for the second time?
"Look... they are my master and brothers. Respecting teachers and respecting Tao is a virtue. How can I let you enslave them to deal with me?" After Chu Pingsheng said that, he pointed at Xu Pingfeng: "Kill him."
The monk corpse puppet around him quickly turned, faster than under the control of spiritualism, and more agile movements, rushing towards him like living people.
"Don't think about it!"
Xu Pingfeng shouted loudly and his hand gesture changed.
The sky was shining, and a phantom of magic circle appeared. The pressure fell down. The corpse puppets staggered, jumped up and fell, walked down, and their bones made a crisp sound.
"Drink."
Another roar was blown, and all the fallen leaves pressed on the ground by the gravity array in the sky flew up. The pattern of the ground appeared, and black air appeared, condensing into ghost shadows of monks in Qinglong Temple, and pounced on Chu Pingsheng's body with ghost crying like "Henghui, help me" and "Henghui, you are back..."
These ghosts who upgraded their resentment and evil spirits with the blessing of the formation did not encounter any obstacles and got on his body very smoothly.
Xu Pingfeng looked surprised.
"Uncle, you are so cruel... I am... your niece..."
Chu Pingsheng learned to speak to the soul of a monk who was enslaved by Xu Pingfeng.
"What's wrong with you...?"
Xu Pingfeng certainly couldn't believe his "nonsense", because those monk ghosts disappeared from his perception like corpse puppets.
Chu Pingsheng smiled and said, "Didn't I say it? They are my master and brothers, so they will definitely be closer to you in terms of relationships. At critical moments, of course they have to favor me."
Woo...
The ghost cried again. The monk ghost who had just entered Chu Pingsheng's body was not restricted by the gravity formation at all, and accompanied by the Yin wind, swept towards the wizard who enslaved them on the top of the Bodhi Palace.
Xu Pingfeng waved his sleeves continuously, and lightning shot out one after another, defeating the ghost of the monk who attacked him. The strongest abbot of Panshu, the Qinglong Temple, was only a fifth-grade lawman. At this time, he lost his body and turned into a fierce ghost. Even with a group of soul brothers, it was impossible to cause harm to him, a second-grade monk. This is common sense.
What shocked him was that these ghosts who were most afraid of lightning strikes could reunite after they dissipate and continue to pounce on him with a strong aura.
"This is not the Hundred Ghost Formation of the Earth Sect."
"That's right."
Chu Pingsheng walked towards the Bodhi Hall step by step.
"This is the Xuanyin Hundred Ghost Formation."
Before, he was fighting against the Gengren Yamen, he only released the souls of the master who was enslaved by the Snow Sword Walking World, and did not activate the bonus effect of the Mahayana Pure Land Demon Body.
The Hundred Ghost Formation is a formation that is used by Zi Lian. However, after the demon body is amplified, it has been transformed into a barrier, just like Sword Twenty-three. The difference is that the barrier of Sword Twenty-three can suppress the soul, while the Xuanyin Hundred Ghost Formation can reunite the torn Yin spirits, so that it can obtain infinite rebirth, in order to consume the combat power of strong enemies.
In the battle between Zi Lian and Yang Yan, Yang Yan, because Yang Yan did not have the means to attack Yin Ling, but in terms of defense, there were copper-skinned iron bones and true qi shields. Zi Lian threatened to use the Hundred Ghost Formation to kill Yang Yan. Xu Pingfeng’s dual witchcraft cultivation here is not lacking in ways to deal with Yin Ling. But unfortunately, the Yin Spirits of Xuanyin Hundred Ghost Formation can be reunited.
Boom.
Thorn...
Xu Pingfeng no longer waved his sleeves, stretched out his palm and pushed it. The bloody lightning hit the first ghost, destroyed it and then jumped to the second, the third... until the sixth.
"Chain lightning?"
While walking forward, Chu Pingsheng commented: "The fusion application of the third-grade spiritual wisdom master's micro-change rules and the sorcerer formation? It's good, but it's useless."
Sure enough, the six ghost shadows that disappeared almost at the same time reunited again. "You won't naively think that if you don't solve the problem of me, the magician, you can break the Xuanyin Hundred Ghost Formation, right? If you change to Yunzhou, you may be able to use the luck of one state to break the Xuanyin Hundred Ghost Formation, but in the suburbs of Beijing, there is a supervisor who is pressing you. You have the second-grade cultivation level, but you can't use your full strength. What a pity..." Xu Pingfeng wrapped himself in a blood-colored cover, gritting his teeth and looking at the monk who walked into the Bodhi Palace step by step.
The other party mentioned Yunzhou, and he knew that he could mobilize Yunzhou's luck? Then his relationship with the Ji family...
This feeling was like being stripped naked, standing naked in front of the monk.
Chu Pingsheng didn't care about him and walked straight into the Bodhi Hall, glanced at the four sculptures of Bodhisattvas in the Heavenly Realm. A lot of blood was splattered on Bodhisattva Faji's face, and Bodhisattva Gala's hand with seals was interrupted, and Bodhisattva Liuli fell off his head.
Fuxiang saw him coming in, her head shook even harder, and she whimpered in her mouth, her face full of anxiousness.
Chu Pingsheng seemed to have unconsciously lifted his feet and stomped his feet less than ten feet away from her. The red array pattern appeared on the ground. However, before the array took effect, the sudden burst of sword energy shattered the energy under his feet, and the array collapsed.
He took another step forward, and the blue array pattern reappeared. Xu Pingfeng actually laid two sets of magic arrays in such a narrow area. This time, it was not the sword energy that burst out, but a ball of evil energy dispersed, corroding the blue array pattern completely.
After that, there was no resistance. Chu Pingsheng walked to Fuxiang, picked his fingers slightly, cut the rope that tied her, and pulled out the gag cloth, and said with concern: "Are you not injured?"
Fuxiang shook his head, "I'm fine."
At this moment, a light sound came from behind him, followed by Xu Pingfeng's shout: "Consecration, die."
He turned around and looked, and saw Xu Pingfeng, whose sleeves were broken, using the moving array deployed in advance to the front yard from the top of the hall, temporarily getting rid of the entanglement of the monk's ghosts, and his hands were upwards, drawing a semicircle, and the nine demon-sealing nails appeared with blood light.
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"Go."
Swish, swish, swish, swish...
The sound of breaking through the air was heard, and the demon-sealing nail pierced the Bodhi Palace.
Chu Pingsheng raised his right hand slightly, and was about to confine the space in front of him, a sudden change occurred. A phantom of an old barbarian with a layered cloth wrapped in his head and a beautiful stone hanging around his waist appeared behind Fuxiang. He pressed his hands down and pressed Chu Pingsheng's shoulders.
The demon sealing nail, which was still outside the door a moment ago, instantly appeared in front of him, three nailed into his chest, two nailed into his lower abdomen, and four nailed into his limbs.
He groaned, took a step back, and tried hard to shake the old man's phantom's hands, and held the big red pillar supporting the beam of the house. "He... is not Fuxiang, not Ye Ji." "Not good." Xu Pingfeng was immersed in the joy of the plan succeeding. The ghost shadows pounced towards him from the top of the palace dissipated one after another, and the monks and corpses around him seemed to have lost control and fell to the ground together, with no movement. "Monk, I thought you could do everything, but I didn't expect that I would be able to plot against you one day."
He said proudly like a little Qiang who has been abused and finally waited for the day of turning the tables: "Do you have many questions? For example, where is Fuxiang? Who is this old man who can hold you down? Why did your poison pill fail? In the sense that you are my niece-in-law, I will explain it to you with mercy."
"Do you think Fuxiang was caught by me? Put her into the magic weapon Shanhaizhu of the Witch God to block your perception? You guessed half of it. Ye Ji, the elder of the fox clan who possessed Fuxiang, possesses the secret technique of possessing souls. Once she abandons this body, the poison pill naturally fails, and her demon clan partner brought her body from Nanjiang. Now Ye Ji has returned to her original appearance. Fuxiang here is just a living dead person who has lost three souls and only seven souls left,"
"This body is useless to the demon clan, but for me, it is a good bait. As a wizard, it is not difficult to control the corpse. However, in order to deceive you, a monk with a strength far exceeding that of ordinary third-grade, the flaws of spiritual art are too great and easy to be seen through. So I summoned the war soul of the Gu clan Tiangu old man lurking in Fuxiang's body with the sacrifice technique that only a fifth-grade wizard can master. Since you have a corpse Gu, you should be familiar with the Tiangu old man of the Gu clan, right? He is a second-grade Gu master. Although the war soul cannot be stronger than when he was alive, it is enough to limit you for a period of time."
"Now, do you understand?"
Chu Pingsheng nodded: "Oh, so that's it. The war soul of the Tiangu old man is no wonder..."
Xu Pingfeng said, "You should be proud that I can try my best to set a trap against a third-rank company, but it's a pity that even if you are proud, you can only go to hell to be proud."
"I am your niece."
"Neil son-in-law? Ha..."
"Yes, you have to plot against your own son, let alone your niece."
Xu Pingfeng said coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, go to death."
He put his hands out of his sleeves, covered with blood and pressed him to Chu Pingsheng's head.
…
At the same time, the southern suburbs of the capital.
In an abandoned thatched hut, Xu Qi'an, Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao sat around the dilapidated square table, each holding a big cake and chewing dried pickles, occasionally picking up a water bag and drinking it.
"Why haven't you come yet?"
Zhu Guangxiao was a little anxious.
Xu Qi'an said, "What's the hurry? There's only one stick of incense left before the agreed time. If you are hungry and eat here, others won't eat?"
"Yes."
Song Tingfeng stomped Zhu Guangxiao's arm: "This case is settled, and it will definitely be a great achievement. The silver reward has not been gone. What are you going to do?"
"..."
"..."
"Don't pretend to be dead." Song Tingfeng was very dissatisfied with his attitude: "I paid for the last time to go to the Jiafangsi. Last time it was the money that Ning Yan paid for. This time it was your turn."
Zhu Guangxiao was about to speak when a cuckoo screamed from outside.
Gugugugu...
Gugugugu...
"Here you come." Xu Qi'an quickly got up, walked to the door, and called the secret code through the door panel: "There is a strange change and the sometimes change."
Soon, someone outside answered: "Symbols look at the quadrant."
Song Tingfeng couldn't help rolling his eyes.
He didn't understand a single word of this code.
Zhu Guangxiao Jin was one level lower in his qualifications when he fought against the Gengren Yamen. He could not remember such strange secret codes.
In Xu Qi'an's words, this is a special term in the field of alchemy, and it is normal for them to not accept it.
While the two were thinking about it, Xu Qi'an had already pushed open the door of the wooden house and walked out. With the sound of his clothes, a swordsman with a black cloth on his face jumped down from the big tree in front of his right.
"Have the silver roulette of Xu Qi'an?"
"That's right."
"Flying Yan Female Hero wants me to hand him over to you."
As he said, the man opened the black cloth bag that fell to the ground with him, revealing a man's face that was in a coma. Song Tingfeng took out the portrait of Zhou Chixiong, a hundred households of Jinwu Guards, looked at it carefully for a while, and nodded: "Yes, it's Zhou Chixiong."
After confirming the identity of the prisoner, Xu Qi'an breathed a sigh of relief: "Dao you ask me about my name?"
"Du Jin."
"Brother Du has worked hard all the way."
He took out a small bag of silver and handed it over: "This... a little bit of intention."
Du Jin did not pretentiously, took the purse and put it in his sleeve.
"Now that people have been brought here safely, say goodbye." Xu Qi'an clasped his fists, watched the other party leave, and walked back to Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao. "Is it okay for a person?" "I've passed the pulse, and the person is getting better, but I'm just dizzy." After Song Tingfeng said this, he winked at Zhu Guangxiao: "Go and get the carriage over. Such an important prisoner cannot be seen by the guys from the Ministry of Justice."
The latter nodded and walked towards the carriage not far from the wooden house. Unexpectedly, after walking for several meters, a strong wind blew up, which was so strong that he and the fallen leaves on the ground, flew backwards, and fell in front of Song Tingfeng and Xu Qi'an with a thud, spitting blood.
A red giant bird with a body length of nearly two feet fell from the sky. Its shape continued to change during the landing process, its wings shrank, turning into human arms, and its two sharp beaks became lips. While it landed on the ground, the bird's posture no longer became a heroic man with long narrow eyes.
Song Tingfeng pointed to the man who was walking towards him with murderous aura on the opposite side and stuttered, "Monster...Monster..."
Hurry.
A gust of wind blew, and the Qi Refining Realm beat the gong in place, hitting a big tree heavily, and fainted from the mouth with blood.
Xu Qi was safe and had a hairy hair blown up. He never expected that today's action would lead to the demon clan. Moreover, from the scene just happened, even if he had advanced to the seventh-grade Qi Refining Realm and became Yin Luo, he was definitely not a match for the demon, or in other words, the opponent could instantly kill him with one move.
"I advise you to give up resistance and follow me obediently."
Hongying looked at Xu Qi'an like a dead person. As an ally of the royal party, the demon clan certainly could not sit idly by and watch Zhou Chixiong fall into the hands of the gang. Even if Shen Shu's right arm has been rescued, it does not mean that the royal party has lost its value. Once Zhou Chixiong confesses to the Minister of Rites, who will provide the demon clan with the intelligence of the court in the future?
After Qing Ji had the information about Du Jin and Xu Qi'an's connection in the southern suburbs, he handed over the task of killing and silencing him.
Did the other party come to Zhou Chixiong?
Xu Qi'an didn't want to die, so he smiled flatteringly: "What should I do if I discuss it? I can give it to you, but... you have to let me go."
Unlike the battle with the new people's yamen, he did not dare to mention the name of the monk because he knew very well that the enemies of the Heavenly Realm and the Southern Xinjiang demon clan were as deep as the sea, so he could only backfire on the monk's name. "Noisy." Hongying waved her hand directly, and two red lights shot out, so fast that Xu Qian could not make any defensive moves. At the critical moment, there was only one idea in her mind, it was over!
Swish.
A black shadow fell.
The shock wave directly shook Xu Qi'an several meters away.
At the same time, there were two hissing sounds, and two red feathers were added to the tree slanted in front.
After the disaster, he had no time to be glad, so he looked up and looked forward and saw a black eagle from nowhere breaking into the battlefield. The golden horns above his head were surrounded by green light, and he waved forward. The lightning light in the fan-shaped area in front was connected, and the explosion continued. The man of the demon clan turned into wings and blocked his body. The lightning light kept bouncing on the surface of his wings, and beams of fire light rose in exchange for roars.
What's going on?
The eagle vs. the red bird?
Internal strife of the demon clan?
Xu Qi'an found that he couldn't understand the scene before him, and he couldn't understand at all...
Sharp, crackle...
Sharp.
The lightning light was even more intense on the black eagle's head, and the clouds in the sky became particularly gloomy and kept pressing down.
At this time, the carved wings raised and shouted... The wind was howling, and the surroundings were clamoring, and trees as thick as bowls were uprooted.
The demon man's wings' hair was bald and his hair was burnt. He might have known that he would be unable to defeat him. He would die if he resisted. The demon was erect and spread his wings violently, and a ray of energy burst out to tear apart the thunder net. He kicked his feet on the ground, soaring into the sky, turning from a humanoid figure into a red bird and flying to the east.
(This chapter ends)