Taoist chanting

Chapter 537 Different choices
"Do you know?"

Yang Shuilan looked at the nervous three people opposite and asked casually.

After she became familiar with her own fourth-level divine power and possessed a few good treasures, she was almost a transcendent existence to the juniors of the witch clan. More than five hundred years ago, she was famous for fighting among the witch clan female cultivators. The old guy entrapped him, cut off his cultivation and entered the divine way.

Zhang Wenfeng told the truth, and said with a smile: "I've made friends with each other a few times, but there is no friendship."

There was never such a chance to trap that slippery woman who had escaped from him several times in the underground cave like this.

He knew that even if Yang Shuilan broke up with the Wu Clan, he still had a passion for the Wu Clan, especially the Bai Wu, just like Wei Yan, the land master of Baihuling, had very complicated feelings, and he was not in a hurry to act.

Once a person with strong feelings establishes a friendship, he will not betray easily, which is one of the reasons why he is willing to deal with Yang Shuilan.

Yang Shuilan smiled: "The little girl is amazing!"

Being able to "fight" with Zhang Guanzhu a few times, and still be alive and kicking, deserves her praise.

Some of Zhang Guanzhu's methods have not lost to the old guardian who was still alive a few years ago.

There are too many powerful witch cultivators who died at the hands of Guanzhu Zhang, and he is not a sympathetic master.

Chu Qing'er was dressed in a neat purple outfit, which set off her slender and exquisite figure, and her pretty face was not smeared with muddy powder dyes. She had heard about the fight, in front of thirty or forty witch cultivators, who beat Elder Zhou Zhi to the point where he couldn't fight back.

But I dare not meet in a narrow way and have no way out, and make a fool of provoking the delicate and soft ex-Water Goddess in front of me.

Regarding Yang Niangniang's temper, the Great Elder shook his head and said two words: "Fire!"

"Chu Qing'er, a descendant of the White Witch, pays my respects to Lady Yang."

The martial artist and divination master behind her bowed slightly, but said nothing.

Yang Shuilan stared at Chu Qing'er's white wrist, which slipped from the cuff with her right hand touching her chest, where she wore a string of purple and black beads, only five of which were left, and said: "There is no need to be too polite. Meeting is fate, Chu Qing'er, I will give you two choices. One is to follow us to explore the ancient sites here. Life and death are up to you. Don’t expect me to rescue you in case of danger. The second is to stay here and leave after dark. It is better to explore the ancient sites in the future. You guys, don't spoil my good deed this time."

She heard from Guanzhu Zhang that the historic site here is briefly opened in the afternoon on the four evil days.

Zhang Guanzhu spent a lot of time and effort in the early stage preparations. She couldn't let the three witch clan juniors who obviously came to explore the treasure ruin their joint plan this time. She won't kill them. She is going to trap them until after dark , follow them away.

The historic site under her feet, as early as more than [-] years ago, she had heard a little bit. At that time, this split and continuous gully was called "Misty Mist Canyon". It exists, and other witches cannot easily approach it.

A few years ago, she went to the territory of the Wu Clan and passed by here, but she didn't see the scene covered by miasma. She thought that this place had been opened by some old fellows of the Wu Clan, but unexpectedly left the head and tail.

This time when she received an invitation from Guanzhu Zhang, she immediately agreed and came.

No matter how powerful the formation restriction is, after 500 years of ebb and flow of aura, it will not be replenished by the aura of heaven and earth, and it will be difficult to continue in the early stage of aura tide, so it is a good time to break through.

The black-faced man who was a martial artist asked in a deep voice, "I don't know how Yang Niangniang asked us to stay?"

Yang Shuilan didn't care about the other party's attitude, and said: "I set up a falling water formation, you stay inside, and you are not allowed to go out before dark."

The black-faced man knew that Shinto had many insidious restraint methods, so he didn't say much when he heard that the water god empress chose to trap them with formations.

Chu Qing'er discussed with the two through voice transmission, and there seemed to be a dispute. She took a few steps to the side and said, "I am willing to follow Yang Niangniang to explore the ancient sites here."

The Goddess of Water recognized the bead string she deliberately exposed, and she also knew that Empress Yang missed her old love.

Then follow along for a while, maybe you can drink some leftovers.

The black-faced man and the fortune teller stayed here by default.

People had to bow their heads under the eaves. They managed to calculate the exact opening date of the historic site here, and they didn't expect to bump into Yang Niangniang and that thief.

With the combined strength of the two, it may be possible to break through the falling water array arranged by Yang Niangniang in advance.

Yang Shuilan looked at Guanzhu Zhang, saw Zhang Guanzhu nodding with a smile, she seemed to be not dissatisfied with the three witches who searched with them alone, and the two stayed behind, so she also smiled. People have nothing to say.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of crystal clear water droplets fell on the corner five feet away, and the white mist on the ground slowly rose in a cylindrical shape, covering it in a semicircle above, forming a simple falling water formation.

The black-faced man and the fortune-teller walked in silently, unable to resist, and said that the condition was to bring shame on themselves.

Yang Shuilan threw some light blue water droplets to Chu Qing'er, and said, "You are very smart, but you must take precautions. You can hold this 'Shui Lin Ye' in the palm of your hand."

Without further ado, Chu Qing'er stretched out her left hand to grab it, and the water droplets turned cold and disappeared.

This is a very powerful divine way restriction. The woman's decisiveness made Yang Shuilan take a high look and said, "Let's go!" She walked forward and walked to the left along the cracked passage. There are many such natural cracks in the rope ditch.

Chu Qing'er followed closely, facing the Taoist surnamed Zhang with a gentle smile, she felt insecure.

The donkey leaned in front of the temple master, and said via voice transmission: "This little girl has a very upright figure, charming and charming, with a pair of long legs that are unfathomable... Tsk tsk, she is charming and seductive."

In fact, it doesn't appreciate human women at all, it treats them all the same, deliberately flirting with the viewer.

After staying in Dingxi City for such a long time, it has learned a lot of nonsense and foul language from those old oily monks, and the juniors like Little Fatty want to maintain their image, so they panic. In front of the temple master, it has The image of a fart, it is a noisy and happy donkey.

Zhang Wenfeng raised his hand and slapped the poor donkey on the ass.

I haven't heard Lu Zijin rap for a long time.

This guy is promising, and the nasty words come out as soon as he opens his mouth.

The two people who stayed in the same place waited for half a quarter of an hour, and the dark-faced man said via voice transmission: "Brother Mou, they have gone far away, look at the falling water formation that Yang Shuilan arranged casually, where is the flaw?"

The fortune-teller in black opened his eyes, pinched the right hand of the tactic to designate the column formed by the white mist on the left hand side, and said: "Break this one first, and then we will see the subsequent evolution, and we can go out after breaking one more. "

"okay!"

The black-faced man raised his fist, and slammed wildly at the fog column formed by the formation.

With dozens of punches, the fog column was completely scattered.

At the moment when the mist filled the falling water formation, the divination master turned around abruptly, pointed at the sky where the mist column could not be seen, and shouted: "Fight!" The magic formula in his hand was released suddenly, attacking the empty space in the mist, There suddenly appeared an inconspicuous vortex.

Sneered in her heart, Yang Shuilan underestimated him too much, just fell into the water formation, and wanted to trap him as the formation master?
He scoffed at Chu Qing'er's decision to go on an adventure with Yang Shuilan despite her advice. Apart from being good-looking and tall, that woman is really clueless and stupid. If she is really in danger, Yang Shuilan won't use that woman as a shield?
Things that can be figured out with a little use of the brain, you have to gamble on luck.

The black-faced man slammed violently at the exposed fog vortex, smashing the vortex with more than ten punches.

Seeing the fog break away, the black-faced man stopped and said with a laugh: "Let's call for more people, and notify Elder Zhou and Mu Shanshen to block Yang Shuilan and the thief in the ancient site, and catch turtles in an urn."

The fortune teller hissed: "Notify quietly, don't make it public, wait for me to calculate good or bad luck."

A bone plate appeared in his hand.

Suddenly, a strong suction force held the two people whose expressions had changed drastically. On the stone wall behind them, a black hole appeared at some point, dragging the two roaring and struggling ruthlessly into it step by step. Their voices could not penetrate the nearby thin fog.

The mist flowed, and the holes on the stone wall disappeared without a trace.

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(End of this chapter)