"I knew that bastard wouldn't be able to hold back any good shit!"

Zhang Lingyun retracted his arms angrily and raised his head just in time to see the monks falling one by one in mid-air. The speed was staggering. By the time he reacted, it was already too late to rescue him. He couldn't help but close his eyes and couldn't bear to see his miserable state.

"Bang..." The cultivator who landed first had not yet developed a body of copper skin and iron bones because of insufficient cultivation. His slightly thin body was scraped against a branch and his artery was cut, and bright red blood spurted out like a water column.

He came out, and then his body was driven to roll continuously, and he crashed directly on a gravel road. The tragic image made people sweat involuntarily.

Some cultivators in the void began to panic. There was no way to prevent such a strange attack without warning. If they were hit by a young man and fell from a high altitude, they would definitely be seriously injured even if they did not die. And those self-righteous elders of the family showed their incompetence.

Xiang still had an ugly look on his face. He had taken action himself and was actually being plotted against him. This shame and humiliation must not spread, otherwise he would be able to dominate the family. The more everyone wanted to suppress the fear in their hearts, they used magic weapons to attack again.

Toyoko Kusunoki.

Zhang Lingyun closed his eyes tightly and swallowed involuntarily. He had no way to rescue him before, and the guilt deep in his heart was slowly accumulating. Now in this situation, he can only use the "Nine-Character Mantra" to contend with it, and maybe he can also help everyone.

Fighting for a glimmer of hope, Zhang Lingyun made up his mind and stood together with the index fingers of his hands. He bent the other fingers and combined them with the next one. He performed the 'Fudo Ming King Seal' and recited the Vajrasattva mantra: "Nine-character mantra, 'Lin'"

...The Third Ming King is unmoved." As the light golden seal sank into Zhang Lingyun's body, when he opened his eyes again, all his doubts had disappeared, leaving only an extremely firm belief in victory.

Lin, (spirit) means a strong will that remains unmoved in times of trouble, and is not shaken by external objects and adheres to the original intention. It can break the psychedelic formations and illusions displayed by ghosts and monsters according to the user's level of cultivation.

The monks who had just lost control of their bodies in the void felt strange ripples all over their bodies. Although they did not feel any discomfort, they felt that their imprisoned spiritual power was churning, as if two completely different energies were constantly impacting and competing with each other.

, as a stream of warm light green energy continued to increase, the energy that first imprisoned itself suddenly disappeared.

Several cultivators who continued to fall felt a warm current pouring into their spiritual veins. They immediately adjusted their disordered spiritual power to stabilize their bodies at the critical moment to avoid the tragic fate of turning into meat cakes due to the impact. Those who thought they were certain to die would

The people looked ecstatic as if they had been reborn. Being able to regain control over themselves meant that they had just escaped a disaster.

After landing, the elders of the family had obviously restrained themselves a lot, no longer being self-righteous, and chose to remain silent about the embarrassment just now. Although the monks who were still in shock had doubts about the sudden recovery of spiritual power, they could not bear to ask questions.

, a silent tacit understanding was quietly reached, no one mentioned the plot by the young man just now, and no one struggled with why they were rescued.

Although Zhang Lingyun who was rescuing people was surprised by the strange atmosphere of everyone, he was also happy that no one would hold him accountable for having the same seal as the young man. Unfortunately, he was not happy for long, and Kusunoki Toyoko in the void looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Now that there are many people on his side, Zhang Lingyun begins to fall into a new round of uneasiness.

"What you just performed is not like the method of cultivating Taoism in Middle-earth. I am afraid that your cultivation level is not lower than that of Dongxu!"

Baicaotang An Yixuan would follow his caravan to buy medicinal materials when he had nothing to do. Over the years, he had traveled to the Mingchuan and Xiaoming Rivers of the Qing Dynasty. He had seen countless incredible methods of cultivating Taoism, but he had never seen such a tricky and weird one.

Using the magic technique, An Yixuan boldly guessed that this young man came from overseas and probably had some ulterior secrets with him.

"The old guy still has some eyesight. If you are willing to surrender to me, I will give you a chance to live."

Toyoko Kusunoki admitted his identity without hesitation, because he never thought about letting these people leave alive. He always acted in accordance with the truth that only the dead can keep secrets. If you have a high level of cultivation, you must make the best use of it. So far, he has not

No one can escape from himself.

As soon as the young man finished speaking, those monks who tried to provoke the young man wanted to knock themselves out. Everyone present felt cold all over. Those young monks who had survived so far had desperate looks in their eyes, and the chilling meaning in the void disappeared instantly.

Not seeing, more people only have inquiring eyes besides fear. In everyone's perception, most of the overseas countries are barbaric lands, which are not suitable for human survival at all. What kind of power has developed so powerfully without knowing it!

"Mighty One, we are ignorant of the mountains. Killing us will dirty your hands. Please be noble and let us go!"

"We are just small characters, but I can tell you all the secrets I know. I just ask for your mercy..."

Some of the monks who were always under Zhang Lingyun's protection couldn't bear the tremendous psychological pressure. When they saw someone taking the initiative to go out to beg for mercy, but the young man didn't do anything extreme, they followed suit and ran out to try to survive.

"You bastard, Baicaotang provides you with food and shelter, and you also have monthly money for household expenses. Now you are eating everything in and out. You are simply a disloyal and unjust person. I really...,"

An Yixuan felt that he had never been so embarrassed. It was already embarrassing enough for his disciples to go out and beg for mercy.

This customer actually wanted to seek glory from the seller, and his nature was so bad that it was outrageous. If he hadn't been afraid of the young man's plot, he would have cleaned up the door when he opened his mouth.

Loyalty, righteousness, benevolence and courage, honesty and integrity are the best in the world. "Loyalty" refers to doing things for others with all your heart and teaching people to be kind and loyal; "righteousness" refers to doing things accurately, including dealing with all people and relationships with others, entering into a

A sect pays homage to a master and learns skills. The master teaches everything without any reservation. The apprentice devotes himself to learning and inherits the master's legacy. One day, the apprentice becomes successful in his studies and establishes his own sect. He must not forget the careful cultivation of his teacher. If someone is uneducated and incompetent,

Giving up halfway, causing trouble everywhere and ruining the reputation of the sect. All disciples of the sect have the right to kill them first and then report them. They should eliminate the troubles and protect the face of the sect and the leader (sect leader).

"Has anyone ever said you guys are noisy?"

Kusunoki Toyoko had an irritated look on her face, her voice was cold and emotionless, and a wave of energy suddenly erupted in the void. A huge palm transformed by spiritual power appeared out of thin air and pressed directly towards the monks who were kneeling to beg for mercy and shelter.

"Brother Lingyun...," Xiao Huo stared at Zhang Lingyun with a look that couldn't bear the loss of life, hoping that the other party would take action to stop this unequal massacre.

"Their own masters are just letting things go. There's no need for us to get into trouble. Be good, let's not watch these bloody and violent things." Zhang Lingyun patted Xiao Huo's back gently and brought him to Jia Si to take care of him.

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"Sir, if the young master is taken care of by you so simply, it is not a long-term solution."

Jia Si didn’t know what Zhang Lingyun wanted. Instead of making mistakes and making things worse, it would be better to ask directly. Does Zhang Lingyun want to protect Xiao Huo under his wings and live a simple and worry-free life, or does he want himself, an old guy who is full of calculations, to inspire Xiao Huo?

Fan.

"That's it for now, just comfort him,"

Zhang Lingyun didn't have time to worry about Xiao Huo's education problem at this time. Anyway, he would have time to study it slowly in the future. But he didn't expect that his soft heart and hesitation would make Xiao Huo go through a painful process before he slowly grew up.

"Help,"

"Great Elder, save...,"

The translucent giant is like a layer of gauze, and everyone can intuitively see every move of each person who betrays his sect. The immortal cultivator who just betrayed his sect asked for help, but saw a series of deserted and disgusted faces.

There is no hope for the master, and the monks in a passive state begin to activate magic weapons frantically, hoping to send themselves out of the danger range. Unfortunately, the level of the treasures that the golden elixir monks can control is limited, and the gap in strength is too great. The monks can't stop even if they try their best.

Half the speed of a giant hand pressing down.

As soon as the huge pressure released by the huge palm approached, the low-level monks had their spiritual veins shattered. They lay prone on the ground unable to move and blood continued to flow from the corners of their mouths. The pressure released by the huge palm was like a heavy city wall.

The monks were crushed bit by bit and fell into the soil. As the roars and screams of the monks gradually subsided, the crackling sound of broken bones became the last farewell sounds of the monks after their death.

Not long after, souls shining like stars slowly rose through the giant palm, and then slowly floated in all directions. Some weak souls turned into bright stars as soon as they rose, and returned with a burst of energy.

Between heaven and earth.

The fierce look in Zhang Lingyun's eyes gradually rose, his fair cheeks changed subtly, and the veins on his forehead faintly protruded. Zhang Lingyun held his breath and concentrated on meditating on the 'Move the Chessboard' spirit messenger You Fang, and then his spiritual consciousness appeared in

In the 'moving chessboard', players are summoned to discuss strategies against the enemy...

"Master, what happened?"

You Fang is re-arranging the functions of each stone room. He wants to make the 'mobile chessboard' into the most powerful offensive magic weapon. Although as a magic weapon spirit user, he cannot accompany his master at all times like swords, guns, swords and axes, You Fang also has the ability to

His personality is that of a arrogant little prince who pursues perfection. He can't stand the 'moving chessboard' magic circle, which has become a dispensable decoration in Zhang Lingyun's center, and he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life like this.

'You Fang, can the 'Moving Chessboard' array trap a monk in the Tribulation Stage?'

Zhang Lingyun does not want to belittle others to enhance his own sense of existence to those pretentious monks, or brag about unachievable goals to show off himself. Zhang Lingyun will never take action if he is not completely sure. He does not want to embarrass himself and make people look bad at the same time.

We are in dire straits.

"Master, the strength of the 'Moving Chessboard' array depends entirely on the power of the controller's spiritual consciousness. If you can support the array to operate at full speed for a long time, you are confident that you can kill any mortal!"

What You Fang said is not an exaggeration. When he has nothing to do, he will sort out the memory fragments left behind when he accepted the inheritance. There are scenes of the last spirit envoy recording the battle of the Crazy Master, and among them are how the Crazy Master used his tricks to trap the fairy world.

The immortal envoy who came down relied on endless changes in the magic circle to exhaust the spiritual energy of the immortal envoy, and then personally let his soul return to heaven and earth.

"Huh? Running at full speed!"

Zhang Lingyun suddenly fell into an embarrassing situation. His spiritual consciousness had never been seriously cultivated, and no one was sure how long it would last. If something went wrong and the lunatic escaped at the last moment, wouldn't all his previous efforts be in vain?

"Master, don't worry too much. With Yu Fang's current mental strength, you should be able to hold on for a while, giving you time to rest.

Down."

"You are the messenger of 'moving the chessboard', shouldn't you be able to control the entire field?"

Zhang Lingyun somewhat suspected that You Fang was hiding something. Before, he boasted that he was the handler of magic weapons in the mortal world. Now he finally had the opportunity to prove his ability, but You Fang suddenly backed down, which was very unusual.

"Master, You Fang wants to build a new formation, but you have spent too much energy during this period. I am really sorry!"

Although Yu Fang used to be a three-headed evil dog with demon blood...Cerberus, but since he took over the 'Mobile Chessboard', he has forgotten all the past. Yu Fang devoted himself to the magic circle, but now not only does he not receive praise from his master

, and also caused the master's dislike, and he suddenly felt aggrieved, and even his voice had a low sense of sadness.

"Ahem... Thank you for your hard work, You Fang,"

When Zhang Lingyun heard what You Fang said, he knew that he had wrongly blamed the other party and immediately said to soften the atmosphere. He wanted to see how the magic circle was set up now, but he still suppressed his curiosity. He was deeply afraid of entering the magic circle to control it.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, which aroused the suspicion of Kusunoki Toyoko and led to unnecessary killings.

"It's an honor for you to serve your master. It's not hard work, but you're very happy!"

Zhang Lingyun felt that the other party's low mood disappeared instantly, and couldn't help but admire that the brain circuits of these outsiders were really different, so he asked the most critical question: "Can you block the spell cast by a person? Or can you make people not

Are you disturbed by any spells from the outside world?"

You Fang considered Zhang Lingyun's words over and over again, and it took him a while to understand what he meant. He slowly said, "If someone is attacked by a spell and there is no other way to break it, You Fang is willing to put the caster and the recipient in separate places.

Try it from both ends of the circle, the consequences will be better than if he dies immediately!"

"Okay, you take a rest for a while and wait for me to summon you," Zhang Lingyun got a satisfactory answer, cut off the spiritual connection with You Fang, and refocused on the trends in the surrounding events.

You Fang suddenly received the news that his master wanted to reuse him, and his joy could not be expressed in words. You Fang immediately took out his treasure, an exquisite porcelain pot that could replenish the soul, body and mental strength, and carefully poured out a cup of hot steam from the pot.

Drink up the steaming tea in one gulp. The water in this pot is transformed by spiritual energy. It can be condensed into a cup every ten days. Adding the thousand-year-old spiritual grass in stock will more than double the nourishing effect. I usually taste it carefully. Today, in order to deal with the master

Although he was extremely reluctant to give up, he still drank half a pot of tea.

Zhang Lingyun's spiritual sense revealed nothing special. In addition to a few family elders who were always paying attention to him, there was also a so-called favored man... Xing Hongyu, although he didn't know what his purpose was, but he
To be continued...