surnamed Wang

Chapter 665 Going Westward
Hearing the words of Guihualou, Wang Gangquan said helplessly:

"How about I take it off for you to see?"

Practitioners of sorcery will be condemned by the heavens for harming the heavens and principles, and abnormalities will appear on their bodies, which may be pustules or scales, and what's more, the whole person will turn into a monster.

Like the Laitou monk back then, it was because of killing people to feed the Immortal Gu that he was born full of Laitou.

Seeing that Wang Bingquan really wanted to take off his clothes, the little elder waved his hands and said:
"No need, we believe in your character, but people's words are terrible. It's better to restrain this supernatural power in the future."

Wang Gangquan nodded and stopped his movements. He could see that the two of them were really scared. An enemy who was even afraid of the soul resident period was easily dealt with and enslaved by him. Anyone who looked at this ability would doubt it.

……

Several people analyzed the battle situation for a while, Yang Dingjun changed his clothes and flew from not far away, followed by two monks not far behind, apparently specially arranged for fear of him escaping.

Except for the slightly dull eyes, Yang Dingjun's words and deeds are all qualified servants. This is the sequelae of tampering with memory. After a few days of rest, he will be no different from ordinary people.

Now in Yang Dingjun's perception, Wang Gingquan was the master who gave him a second life, even the spiritual roots in his body were rewarded by the master.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, Wang Gangquan asked:
"Just now you mentioned Yanhong, have you met her somewhere?"

"Returning to the master, the little one is just hearsay. The red fairy appeared on the western battlefield and defeated the Yangcang defense line by herself. I originally planned to meet her after finishing the southern battlefield."

Wang Quanquan nodded, and said to the two elders:

"This junior has to go to other battlefields to support, and the next thing will be left to the two of you."

Not far away, Nanfeng Zuiwu stepped forward upon hearing the words, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes and said:

"Nanfeng has something to ask fellow Daoist Zhao."

"Zhao is still a member of the sword hall, and the deputy hall master can just say what he wants."

The woman took out a blue jade tablet from her bosom, handed it forward and said:

"If Fellow Daoist Zhao happens to meet Lan Dai, please pass this item to him."

"Is there nothing else to tell him?"

Nanfeng Zuiwu glanced at several people, lowered her head slightly and said:

"Just say everything is fine, don't read."

"It must be conveyed next time."

Wang Gingquan took the jade card and bid farewell to several people one by one, and then took the Yang Ding army onto the boundary-breaking boat. The disciple of the imperial gate, Jiang Zhang, yelled and was about to set off. At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly sounded from behind:

"Zhao, wait for me."

……

The Boundary Breaking Boat was sailing in the star field, and Wang Gingquan was sitting at the stern of the boat, whispering something to Yang Dingjun, but Yan Lu was left aside in the cold, slightly dissatisfied, and said:

"If you have the surname Zhao, why don't you ask me why you came here?"

"Of course it's for your sister, could it be for me?" Wang Gangquan said without turning his head.

"Can't you be more grateful to Dade because this girl gave you the battle?"

"You also said that it is Luezhen. If the fairy is willing to act as the main force, Zhao will be more than grateful. Let me kowtow to thank you."

Wang Gangquan replied indifferently, and then said to Yang Dingjun:
"In my opinion, you haven't used your full power in this technique, I thought of a few tricks to build up strength, and you can see if you can get it right.

The first move is to grow a large number of trees out of thin air, forming a small forest, which integrates offense and defense; the second move is to bind the opponent with branches and drag them into the ground; and the third move is to break the branches and throw them, and the broken branches fall to the ground Take root, blooming thousands of branches in the enemy's body to penetrate them thoroughly.

I have already thought up the names for you, they are called Birth of the Tree Realm, Tree Binding Forever Burial, Art of Cuttings, and..."

Wang Gingquan spoke more and more vigorously, popping out all kinds of weird words from time to time, completely ignoring the woman's ugly face, at the end, he slapped his thigh and said:

"This last move is also the most exciting one..."

Just as he was talking, there was a cold snort behind him, Wang Gangquan turned his head, and seeing the woman looking at him with angry eyes, he said in doubt:
"Miss Lu, why haven't you left yet?"

"I…"

Yan Lu turned her head and looked out of the boat, the broken stars flew by like meteors, the wind whistled, and the gravel hit the protection from time to time, making a lot of noise, if she jumped at this speed, it would break bones, at least to say the least.

The Jiangzhang people who were in charge of the boat were still strange, and stood in front of them and asked intimately:

"Fairy Xi, are you planning to go down?"

"Shut up and hold your boat."

……

Approaching the western war zone, the surroundings gradually became less peaceful. Along the way, several teams encountered were all monks from outside the territory. After realizing they found them, when they tried to chase them again, they could no longer see the shadow of Jiezhou.

The reason why they didn't choose to start a war was because the opponent's cultivation base was too low, and the second was to maintain the balance between the two realms.

No matter how the Three Immortals and Yang Cang fight, there are always some unwritten rules, one of which is not to massacre low-level monks with their realm advantages.

This is not a mandatory requirement, but a practitioner's self-discipline. Even if someone does something that is not of virtue, at most his reputation will be damaged. If the enemy is dissatisfied, they can also send strong people to kill him.Therefore, unless you have Mahayana strength, you will not easily do this thing that everyone shouts and beats.

Yan Lu is not a person who follows the rules. He was about to make a move several times, but he was held back by Wang Gingquan. From the perspective of the balance between the two realms, they killed dozens of irrelevant monks. The Three Immortals might have to pay the same price. When is the time, there is no need to do this thankless thing.

……

All the way to the western battlefield without any danger, there was a faint roar of fighting and spells in front of him. Hearing the sound, Yan Lu regained his spirit and pressed his hand on the gourd at his waist.

These few months of fighting have allowed her to figure out the secret of the treasure gourd. When encountering below the soul resident period, she can easily take it down when the opponent is unprepared. It is not so effective for the above soul resident period. opponent.

Wang Gangquan's complexion remained the same, but his eyes were also on the gourd. He especially remembered the scene when he was taken in. The old man in the gourd who claimed to be a tool spirit was not a fuel-efficient lamp no matter what he thought. It seemed necessary to find a chance to remind him. , in case she was backlashed by the magic weapon.

No matter how hard the two don't deal with each other, it's still my sister-in-law, isn't it?
"Fellow Daoist ahead, help."

Just as he was thinking about something good, a cry for help suddenly came from his ears. When he looked up, he saw a bowl of shiny bald heads flying towards him in a hurry. Behind him were seven or eight monks from outside the territory who were showing murderous looks.

Wang Gingquan watched this scene with great interest, and it seemed that he had no intention of making a move. Instead, the Yang Dingjun beside him stepped out of the boat, stood in front of several foreign monks, and said in a deep voice:

"Leave this person to me, you all step back."

"Which one are you?"

As soon as the young monk with a fairy sword on his waist opened his mouth, another middle-aged monk recognized Yang Dingjun and hurriedly cupped his hands and said:

"Ling Xiuxian of the Cangjie sect has met the young master."

The rest of the people hurriedly saluted after hearing the words. Perhaps the female monk among them had heard some rumors and gave him a wink intentionally or unintentionally. The latter ignored this and waved his hand impatiently.

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(End of this chapter)