A hundred years of cultivating immortals, I'm dying, and Goldfinger came here

Chapter 56
Hearing Nangong Baizhan's words, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Everyone knows that once you go to the questioning platform, you can no longer control the thoughts in your heart.

As long as the other party asks something, I will answer it.

If Nangong Baizhan wanted to peep into the secrets of everyone present, it would be really difficult for everyone present to resist.

As if seeing the worries in the hearts of everyone present, Nangong Baizhan couldn't help but said again in a deep voice:

"Here, I can assure you that this time when you come to the Xintai, I only ask whether you have colluded with the demon cultivator. Other than that, I will never ask any more questions."

Hearing this promise from Nangong Baizhan, everyone present was slightly relieved.

As one of the three great Jindan masters of the Qianyang Sect, Nangong Baizhan's promise is obviously very credible.

Not long after he finished speaking, a monk from the Qianyang Sect took the initiative to walk up to the questioning platform.

Nangong Baizhan asked immediately.

"Are you a demon cultivator? Are you in collusion with that demon cultivator?"

The monk of Qianyangzong shook his head immediately.

"I am not a demon cultivator, and I have no collusion with that demon cultivator."

After finishing speaking, Nangong Baizhan let him walk off the interrogation platform.

Seeing this, everyone who was still worried in their hearts was finally completely relieved.

So, everyone came to the stage one after another.

Shen Yuanlong and a group of monks from the Shen family also stepped down from the questioning platform one after another.

But Shen Yuanlong always remembered the reminder his sister Shen Mengxue gave him back then.

So after he walked down the questioning platform with a group of Shen family members, he immediately walked far behind.

On the contrary, some families and sect monks who wanted to please Nangong Baizhan were still surrounding Nangong Baizhan at this moment, constantly complimenting him, which made Nangong Baizhan's originally serious face appear like a smile. A faint smile.

But at this time, several Foundation Establishment cultivators who came down from the Asking Platform suddenly came to Nangong Baizhan and the others.

The several masters of the Zifu who surrounded Nangong Baizhan frowned immediately, and asked those monks who established their own foundations:

"What's the matter with you?"

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators looked at each other without speaking, but continued to approach them.

A look of displeasure suddenly appeared in the eyes of several Zifu masters.

However, Nangong Baizhan, who was located in the center of them, instinctively sensed something was wrong, and his face suddenly changed.

"Not good! Everyone get out of the way!"

boom!
It was at this moment that a huge explosion suddenly rose into the sky.

The shock wave with infinite magic and evil energy instantly swept over everyone nearby.

Xu Hairen, the ancestor of the Liuyun Sect who had not recovered from his injuries before, was torn into pieces by the terrifying shock wave.

It's a pity that he escaped a catastrophe before, but in the face of the sudden danger now, he still couldn't hold on, and fell on the spot.

Besides him, the situation of the other masters in Zifu who are here is not very good.

Although they resorted to their own defensive methods afterwards, their reactions were ultimately a bit slow, and several of them were still seriously injured.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, three or four black beads filled with strong demonic and baleful energy flew towards them rapidly.

"It's the Demon Bead!"

The complexions of the few surviving masters of Zifu suddenly changed drastically.

Right now, they had already recognized what it was that had just seriously injured them. It was the third-order disposable item that could threaten the lives of the masters of the Zifu, the evil spirit bead!
Now there are three or four more at once.

If they are bombed by them again, there is no doubt that the rest of them, even if they are not dead, will inevitably be on the verge of death, and their future path will be completely cut off.

"It's you! Phantom Demon Xie Feiyang! It's you who manipulated them!"

Nangong Baizhan's angry shout suddenly came from the air.

Immediately afterwards, a long spear lingering with majestic mana suddenly hit the three or four pitch-black demon beads, and instantly annihilated the three or four demon beads in the air.

It can be seen how powerful Nangong Baizhan, who is a Jindan real person, is.

At this moment, his eyes were burning with flames of anger, and his whole body was like a war god returning from ancient times. His eyes were fixed on a humble Qi Refining Stage monk in the crowd.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on the face of the Qi Refining Stage cultivator.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body seemed to melt like a candle, shrinking in an instant, and finally turned into a puddle of greasy, yellow-brown human skin, which quietly fell to the ground.

"It's the magic method of painting skin!"

Some people recognized this strange spell, and they couldn't help showing a look of horror on their faces.

It is said that as long as this spell can find a suitable carrier, it can put a trace of its own god on it, and it can have about [-]% of the strength of the main body.

But practicing this method also has a huge disadvantage, that is, you also have to melt your own flesh and bones, and reduce it to a piece of human skin, completely turning into a monster that is neither human nor ghost.

In addition, monks who practice this evil method need a large number of living human skins as sacrifices every day.

In secular terms, it means changing clothes.

It's just that normal people trade for clothes, but those who practice the painting skin method trade for living human skin.

"Jie Jie Jie...

Nangong Xiaoer, now this is just a warning from me to Qianyangzong. Guess, if you still dare to continue, who will be my next human skin? "

Suddenly there was a cold and strange voice in the air.

With endless viciousness and gloom.

Everyone's faces could not help showing deep horror.

Including the people from the Zifu who were present.

Obviously, they all know that Xie Feiyang, the phantom demon, is the strangest and most troublesome one among the many golden core demon cultivators.

His painting skin technique has reached a very high level, even if several Jindan real people join forces, they may not be sure that they can really win him.

What's more, his real body is always hidden behind the unknown.

What appeared in front of everyone was often just his painted skin.

"you wanna die!"

The spear in Nangong Baizhan's hand suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light.

With a bang, the yellow-brown human skin that fell on the ground was instantly reduced to dust.

Immediately afterwards, he disappeared in place.

After a long time, everyone looked up in astonishment.

In the sky at an unknown height, suddenly a mushroom cloud of light burst open.

Like a shock wave, it instantly swept through the void tens of thousands of miles away.

It wasn't until after a stick of incense that Nangong Baizhan returned to the crowd holding the magic weapon spear.

It's just that everyone at this time noticed that there was a big hole running through Nangong Baizhan's chest.

The flesh and blood inside was wriggling, slowly pushing out traces of black air with howling screams.

Almost a few hours later.

Only then did Nangong Baizhan's chest return to normal.

He glanced around the crowd with cold eyes, and then said coldly:
"Everyone, continue to follow me to wipe out the demons.

But if you find something, shoot to kill! "

"Yes!"

Everyone's heart trembled.

Not daring to be negligent, they immediately bowed to accept orders.

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(End of this chapter)