Taoist chanting

Chapter 638

After setting up the formation earlier, and waiting for Zhang Guanzhu to come out of the gap, monk Fa Yuan used the law of cause and effect to calculate the whereabouts of Old Monster Xue. Later, when Bailichun and the others arrived, Master Baili also devoted himself to deducing it again. The two vaguely counted Xue Guren Still on Wandering Island.

Under the eyes of many fourth-tier masters, it is impossible for Old Freak Xue to escape without anyone noticing.

They are going to wait for the battle between the evil god and Zhang Guanzhu to come to an end, and then work together to find out the whereabouts of Old Monster Xue.

At this time, after hearing Zhang Guanzhu's convincing words, pointing out the hiding place of Old Freak Xue, Lu Zijin smiled and cursed: "Donkey day, you don't want to come out and die, right? Donkey master uses thunder to invite you! Go!"

The others did not compete with Lu Zijin, but prepared their own means of attack.

No one knows what kind of backhand the old monster Xue has. When he finds the old monster Xue, he is too lazy to talk nonsense with that old thief. .

Monk Fa Nan grasped the Zen stick in his hand tightly, the back of his hand was full of veins, he wanted to attack once more for Master Fa Nan.

"Bang bang", five fist-sized bright silver thunderballs smashed into the ruins one after another.

The nearby thunder light jumped and spread into patches, flashed together, and there was a deafening bang, and a tunnel more than ten feet wide exploded on the ground, revealing a dark cave passageway that was emitting smoke from the side.

Holding the flying stone that he had already received, Tu Kun took a contemptuous look at Lu Zijin, who was actually a superb use of Lei Fa, and slapped him: "You are called thunder and rain, you need to practice more, it's a waste of money!" many."

His Flying Stone is extremely powerful, but it is troublesome to use it, and it will take decades of sacrifice and training to be handy and easy to retract.

Lu Zijin didn't argue with Tu Hufa, knowing that the old man was still contradicting the front, looking for his happiness and troubles.

He is always easy to talk when he has a bad temper, no matter how you joke with him or hit him, you don't feel at ease.

He controlled a thunderbolt to turn a corner and drill into the underground passage, and when it reached the end in a moment, it slammed into it with a "bang". To everyone's surprise, the thunderbolt easily blasted the restraint, and the spiritual sense swept away, and the situation inside could be seen at a glance.

"Hey, dead!"

"Old monster Xue is gone!"

"It's his uncle's, it's too cheap for him."

Everyone looked at the dead body wrapped in a black robe sitting upright in the secret room, and they were filled with righteous indignation and shouted and cursed.

Monk Fa Nan and Lu Zi flew into the passage for a few times, worried that the cunning old monster Xue would fake his death, and walked into the secret room cautiously. come out.

Monk Fayuan and Bailichun had seen Old Monster Xue's shriveled and ugly face, and they used the ebony hairpin and jade pendant from his hair to silently calculate the cause and effect.

Old Monster Xue used the lives of tens of thousands of mortals and most of the monks in the city as sacrifices to invite Luo Moxie's soul to the lower realm. He thought that he could sweep the monks from the Eastern Continent with confidence, but unexpected things happened one after another.

Misjudged the abilities of Guanzhu Zhang and Guanzhu Chen, and interrupted the process of walking down the altar of the evil god's soul.

Later, the evil god and Zhang Guanzhu lost in the battle for the soul, and even the shred of the soul fell. Xue Laoguai's wish to use the god to gain benefits was defeated, and he fell into a desperate situation. Soldiers committed suicide.

The two announced Xue Guren's execution, and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's not right. Old Monster Xue died after being dismissed. He kept his soul intact and entered the realm of the underworld. He didn't have a good chance of being reincarnated? Maybe he has made sufficient preparations and is sure that he will be able to regain his senses for decades. Finally... this old fox, he escaped with death, what a sinister scheme!"

The more Zhu Xun spoke, the angrier he became, and he was so happy that he kicked Old Monster Xue's slough into the air.

The fall of the Great Celestial Master made him feel extremely bad.

Bai Lichun smiled wryly, and said: "Now we can only hope that Old Monster Xue is guilty of many crimes. The judge of the Nether Realm will send Old Monster Xue to the [-]th floor of hell, making his soul suffer day and night, killing his spiritual soul, and eternal life." Don't turn around."

Monk Fayuan shook his head, and said: "Xue Guren's cultivation is a 'destroyer' who deviates from the righteous way. He may be sure that he will not follow the common sense to accept the judgment in the underworld. How can you die so peacefully after trying to bite back?"

The rest of the people have already cursed impatiently. There were heavy casualties in this battle, but the culprit escaped, and there was no way to chase and guard against it. It would be decades before Old Monster Xue changed his face.

So fucking aggrieved.

Lu Zijin took a mouthful of "donkey day's", cursing the loudest.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to hold the mana left behind by Old Monster Xue, so that no one else could use it to vent his anger, and said: "Everyone, please be safe, and let me think of a way. The idea fell through."

Zhu Xun suddenly remembered something. Guanzhu Zhang had friendship with Bai Wuchang from the Nether Realm. He had read the top-secret file back then, and there was a record on it. He hurriedly said, "Brother Zhang, please cast a spell. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, just try your best."

The rules of the underworld are different from the world, and it is extremely difficult to slightly interfere with the punishment of the underworld.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded with a smile. He was also unwilling to try one or two things. Bai Wuchang didn't see him and said nothing. He emptily carried Xue Laowei's remains and flew to the tunnel below, setting up restrictions to cover him. He walked through the passage into the secret room, put down the leftovers Slough, took out the incense table, placed drinks and spiritual fruits as sacrifices, lit three sticks of incense and held them in their hands, muttering.

After a long time, there was a slight fluctuation in the air.

Bai Wuchang's blurry figure appeared, we really met, and he said politely: "Zhang Daoyou, why are you looking for me?"

For the unhappiness in the past, what should be forgotten is of course forgotten, and there is no need to mention it.

Looking at the Taoist priest who has already advanced to the Jindan state, he was attracted by the invisible virtuous canopy covering Guanzhu Zhang this time, otherwise he would like to cool off a bit more, and friends must have a sense of proportion.

Seeing that Bai Wuchang was willing to show his face to meet Zhang Wenfeng, he was overjoyed. He inserted the incense into the censer, pointed to the slough on the ground, and briefly explained the matter, expressing his meaning euphemistically. On the eighteenth floor of hell, Bai Wuchang has no such rights, and he must correct his attitude when he asks for help.

Bai Wuchang didn't need to pay attention to the grievances among the mortal monks, Taoist Zhang begged him, and he didn't refuse to shirk.

He took out a phantom booklet and compared it with the remains on the ground. The booklet flipped quickly and stopped at a certain page. It’s more troublesome to ask ghosts for help.”

Zhang Wenfeng was obedient and acquainted, seeing that Bai Wuchang wanted to help him, he said with a smile: "Can you ask Fellow Daoist Bai to order one or two? What kind of sacrifices or items do you need? Let me know in advance, and I will see if I can achieve it."

If it is really troublesome, or the cost is too high, he has to consider whether it is worth it.

He himself would definitely not pay for it personally. If the item was too expensive and rare, others would inevitably suspect that he had swallowed it, and it was impossible for him to ask Bai Wuchang to type a letter.

Bai Wuchang nodded and said, "I'll give it a try. If it can be done, draw a talisman for me."

The leaders of the ten halls of ghosts in the Nether Realm are able to relate to each other. In that position, who can not ask for ghosts for thousands of years, right?It just so happened that he was acquainted with a few ghost chiefs of the same status in the third hall, and what was inconvenient in the eyes of others was really not a big deal in their eyes, and there were too many things that could be manipulated.

It is not difficult to circumvent the judge to rectify ghosts and let them go to the eighteenth hell.

Zhang Wenfeng heard that Bai Wuchang agreed, and clasped his fists with great joy: "What talisman do you want to draw, can you tell me?"

Bai Wuchang was not pretentious, he directly took out a leather scroll and some black thin jade, and said: "You have merits and virtues, so it is not difficult for you to draw the 'Yunzhuanji Yinfu', but it will wear you down a little bit. Some merit."

Zhang Wenfeng understood, carefully read the drawing requirements of Yunzhuan Ji Yinfu, and the order of starting, inheriting and turning, and nodded in response: "No problem, I will practice for a while, and I can draw."

The two reached a simple deal, and in their jokes, the tragic fate of Old Monster Xue's ghost in the Nether Realm was decided.

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(End of this chapter)