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"Heroes don't mention the bravery back then, alas, in fact, the old man was neither brave nor scheming, a reckless fool who has been used as a gun for more than a thousand years, if the old man had a seventh-level cultivation, he would not be schemed by that old man, and he almost died The bleak result of death."

You Mengchang's tone was melancholy, he didn't want to create a gap with Daoist Zhang, whom he still had to rely on in the future, and said seriously:
"The soul power of Luo Mo evil god's lower realm is restricted by the law of heaven, so it maintains a fifth-level strength. It is not much different from the old man, the unlucky guy who has repeatedly fallen and recovered for five thousand years. He does not have a god to entrust his soul. I can’t bring out all my abilities. Of course, without the suppression of your thought power, fellow daoist, I can’t possibly beat him, after all, I’ve been short of time for too long.”

Zhang Wenfeng fumbled to transform the soul body into a vague human form, nodded slightly, not sure whether he believed it or not, looked at the mysterious empty space that enveloped them, the black mist cleared, the light here was soft, and curiously asked: "This is the 'domain,? "

It is recorded in the classics that masters of the sixth rank can master some of the rules of the world, and masters of the seventh rank and above can evolve "domains" through proficiency in the rules, forming more advanced supernatural powers.

"It's not a complete 'realm', it's a fake 'realm' created by the evil god with the help of soul power, otherwise the old man and you wouldn't be able to win him."

You Mengchang glanced at Daoist Zhang carefully, he has recovered the image of an old man with a cane and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist got a blessing in disguise, endured the suffering of the evil wind and eroded the soul, tempered the soul more solidly, and now the state of mind If you exceed your cultivation base, you will be able to advance to the mid-stage Golden Core smoothly within a few years."

With a wave of his hand, a transparent strand of soul silk, about three inches long, was sent to Zhang Wenfeng.

"Fellow Daoists, feel free to accept the sliver of soul power that this old man extracted from the split soul of the evil god. The karma and imprints on it have been removed, so there is no need to rush to absorb it, just put it there and let it dissolve naturally, and slowly repair the loss of this time Soul power, nourishes and strengthens one's own soul power. We are in the same boat to tide over the difficulties, and the rule of sharing half of the benefits still needs to be said."

You Mengzhang didn't mean to take advantage of it all, and Zhang Daochang was very shrewd, he had learned it half a year ago.

How can he do such a stupid thing because of a petty loss?
He just didn't want Zhang Daochang to be poor, who hasn't got a little secret that can't be told to outsiders?
Zhang Wenfeng held the soul silk containing the majestic energy with his hands, observed it for a while, and then asked You Mengchang a few questions about soul power, checked it several times and found nothing wrong, so he accepted the soul silk with confidence.

You Mengchang yawned, looking a little sleepy, and said: "The old man needs to use his deep sleep to digest the miscellaneous soul power he ate, and he won't wake up for a short time, fellow daoist, please go back."

He waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind hit his face. Zhang Wenfeng couldn't help but floated up and crashed into a dark place.

When Zhang Guanzhu came back to his senses, he saw two ancient scrolls floating above with a golden light, and suddenly felt at ease, and he returned to his body's sea of ​​consciousness.

The evil god was also cautious, setting a trap and using supernatural powers to pull his soul out of the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly tempering and concocting his soul in the false domain through the method of eroding the soul by the wind and wind, taking no time to rush, full of patience, if he broke into it headlong With his sea of ​​consciousness, he doesn't need the help of the old man Meng Mei, and he can kill the evil god by using the golden light of the ancient scroll.

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It's all about experience, even Seizing the House and Melting the Soul have special skills.

Lu Zijin stared at the billowing black mist thirty feet away, feeling uneasy in his heart, worried whether the temple master would survive this catastrophe.

The demon-killing formation and evil-suppressing formation outside were arranged on several levels, just in case they were used to deal with evil gods.

The other team going to Duxian Island did not go well as expected. Although there are only eight fourth-level masters in Duxian City, there is a sword repairer who has made a breakthrough in swordsmanship, and many low-level monks who are mad at the same enemy , causing heavy losses for twelve people.

Master Ge Baojun of the Great Qiang Kingdom, Gu Yunping, the Great Celestial Master of Da'an, and Xie Tuo, the new fourth-level witch cultivator of the Daliang witch clan, all fell.

The newly promoted Jindan Wanbo of Lingbao Temple lost his legs and was seriously injured. The rest of the monks were more or less injured. At the cost of damaging the two talisman puppet treasures, he finally killed seven master thieves, including the Sword cultivator, ran away a fourth-rank thief cultivator who saw the situation was wrong, and wiped out third-rank and second-rank monks inside and outside the city.
Each side of Dangerous and Wandering Island has its own merits.

Apart from sending Zhou Zhi and Chu Qing'er to hunt down and kill the fleeing enemies, the rest of the monks have already rushed to Wandering Island to meet up.

Those who are recuperating are recuperating, and those who have been arranged by others are making comprehensive preparations.

Most of the monks have a deep friendship with Guanzhu Zhang. If Guanzhu Zhang is merged and taken away by the evil god, then they will fight to the death and kill the evil god. They cannot allow the old monster Xue who is hiding to do harm to the world again.

After the battle is fought like this, there is no room for reconciliation. The threat of the Duxian Islands must be completely eradicated. A group of third-tier monks led by the fourth-tier monks from the Eastern Continent will guard this place, confiscating evil magic techniques, cultivating righteous forces, and so on.

When Lu Zijin kept moving around, his mood became more and more anxious.

Suddenly, the churning black air disappeared, and Zhang Wenfeng walked out with a slightly pale face.

"Guardian."

"Lu Zi enters, withdraws, he may not be the master of the temple?"

Everyone outside the formation noticed the movement inside, and Tu Kun stared closely at the temple master who was calm and could not see any flaws, and sound transmission reminded Lu Zijin that he was worried that the donkey would approach impulsively.

Lu Zijin stood still at his feet, and shouted: "Monastery, I'm sorry, it's an emergency, you have to prove that you are the real temple master, not a fake who was taken away by evil gods."

On his body was a silver thunderbolt swirling around his bodyguard. Thunderfare and sword light were brewing, ready to launch a thunderous strike at any time.

It's just that no matter how you look at it, the host who looked astonished and then suddenly showed a surprised expression doesn't look like a fake.

Among all the people, he is the only one who believes in the master's invincible luck and his ability to turn disasters into fortunes. He has broken through many storms, and he doesn't believe that the master will be broken in the gutter of the god of bullshit.

Zhang Wenfeng scratched his hair, and said with a smile: "Lu Zijin, you secretly spit into Uncle Lame's wine bowl, and Uncle Lame chased you three times after he found out, does that count as proof?"

Lu Zijin looked embarrassing, the naughty things in the past, he also remembered after being mentioned by the host.

He could hear the sound transmission behind him, come on, he is the only one who is the villain, and all those guys refused to show up, Lu Zijin shook his head and said: "They don't count, the evil god Duoshe can also look at you For the memory of the past, you have to come up with a proof that the evil god can't use it.

Seeing the temple master frowning and thinking without any haste, without any irritability, he was already sure in his heart that the temple master in front of him was a true temple master who was genuine and as good as a fake, and he was too familiar with the temple master's conduct and personality up.

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Only when the temple master treats himself can he not lose his temper, calm down and find a way to solve the problem.

That evil god, who was always aloof and stinky, couldn't pretend to be as natural as the temple master.

He believed that the old man Tukun behind him could also tell the truth, but it seemed fun to embarrass the audience in public, and he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I am reciting a scripture silently, please enlighten me!"

He knew that the donkey had seen the truth, and Piya's weird grin explained everything. The guy was deliberately watching his jokes, and he would give the donkey a pair of small shoes to wear when he got back.

As the invisible force spread outward, it touched the formation hundreds of meters away.

Numerous light spots and runes emerged, resonating with the power of thought, moving gracefully, and coexisting peacefully.

Even if the evil god took over everything from him, it was an ironclad proof that he couldn't control the power of thought and merit in a short period of time.

"Good, congratulations to Guanzhu Zhang for killing the evil god's soul, the merits and virtues are complete!"

Monk Fayuan no longer had any doubts in his heart, he flew into the formation, clasped his hands together with a comfortable smile on his face, and looked at Zhang Guanzhu who looked a little tired, he was very curious about what method Zhang Guanzhu used to defeat the evil spirit in the "domain" of the evil god , retreat completely?
Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists in return and said politely, and signaled to everyone who entered the formation that Zhu Xun, Gu Quan and others were wounded, and there were several people who hadn't shown up, so it was inconvenient to ask more questions at this time, so he pointed to the northeast corner and shouted: " Old Freak Xue, the helper you invited for a frenzied sacrifice has already been executed, when will you hide?"

You Mengchang swallowed a strand of the evil god's soul, knowing the cause and effect, and before falling asleep, told him the hidden location of the culprit.

Everything is done, and it's time to settle the accounts after autumn.
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