The world of Taoism

Chapter 70 Chapter of the Demon King of the Color Realm (Please recommend for collection)

Zhou Xuan agreed with Zhang Bo's point of view.

Now that the demons are flooding, it is only a small problem after all.

In the decline of the dynasty, what is most feared is a large-scale peasant rebellion.

This is the kind of storm that affects millions.

As long as there are no too powerful monsters, everything else can be compromised.

"So let's stop here, it's just a waste of effort." Uncle Zhang shook his head and said.

"Who is the man in black?"

"I won't tell you!"

The world itself is protected by officials and officials.

A few people die every year, which is not a big deal at all.

"But, don't those dead people need to take revenge?" Zhou Xuan retorted.

His expression was full of anger, like a hot-blooded youth.

Zhou Xuan did feel pity for the dead, but not to the extent of working hard for them.

The reason for this performance is still for his own sake.

The man in black killed the tenant of the Zhou family and sent someone to assassinate himself, causing Zhou Xuan to fall into a demon.

Zhou Xuan and the black-robed man had already formed a death feud.

If you let this guy go easily.

After the black-robed man recovered from his injuries, he might come back again to take revenge.

Concentration period masters are not so easy to deal with.

So Zhou Xuan planned to take advantage of this precious few days to kill this person so as not to leave any future troubles.

Anyway, now I am taking the lead and pretending to be public, so that others cannot refute.

"Are you sure you think so?" Uncle Zhang looked at Zhou Xuan suspiciously.

Zhou Xuan is a cautious person who acts after making decisions, how could he act like this?
"Of course, this person is very harmful. If we don't get rid of it, more people may die."

"If you're looking for something in his position, if you're a corpse, what's the difference from those corrupt officials?" Zhou Xuan said sincerely, not as if he was lying.

Uncle Zhang took a deep look at Zhou Xuan, and said with a smile: "You convinced me, this person is called Shankui, Captain Jingtian, and he is good at driving mandrills."

Above the inspector lieutenant is the inspector captain, and above that is the inspector captain Jingtian.

"It is said that this person has lived for 130 years and has the secret of immortality!"

"Live for 130 years?" Zhou Xuan asked in surprise.

The realm of practice is divided into psychic, induction, and concentration.

There is actually not much difference between psychic and induction, and the judging criterion is nothing more than whether to build a bridge.

Building a bridge is telepathy, not building a bridge is channeling.

The magic of building a bridge can directly communicate with the sky and the earth, and it is much more convenient to use than before.

The criteria for judging induction strength are relatively rough.

Generally speaking, the more spells you use to build a bridge, the more powerful it is.

Zhou Xuan built two bridges, and his strength is not bad.

Of course, some people specialize in one spell, and the bridge is extremely stable and powerful.

Above the induction is concentration, and the cultivation of concentration is the soul. At this stage, qualitative changes will occur.

These three realms all have a common feature, that is, they cannot increase their lifespan.

Concentration masters have the same life expectancy as normal people.

Shan Kui has lived for 130 years, which is already a very exaggerated statistic.

At this age, I am afraid that his grandson will die of old age.

"The secret technique of immortality?" Zhou Xuan thought of something, "Could it be that he turned the baby into a monster just to prolong his life?"

"It's possible!" Zhang Bo nodded.

Then tell Zhou Xuan where the Shan Kui probably lives.

The place where Shankui lives is not in Wannian County, but in Jiangnan County.

After being reminded by Zhou Xuan, Zhang Bo just remembered.

In fact, Shan Kui kills people every year, and the location is not fixed.

This year it's this county, next year it might be another county.

This kind of thing is extremely hidden, few people know.

Zhang Bo has been in Jingtiansi for so many years, but he only heard the rumors faintly.

"Understood, thank you for your guidance." Zhou Xuan nodded.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Zhou Xuan said goodbye.

Before leaving, Zhang Bo looked at Zhou Xuan's back and said, "The world is turbid, don't trust any cultivators, they are all lunatics, including me..."

Zhou Xuan paused, nodded slightly, and then left without looking back.

Looking at Zhou Xuan's back, Zhang Bo leisurely leaned back on the chair.

There are some faint protrusions on both sides of the shoulders, and some nail-shaped things are faintly nailed into the flesh and blood.

"It's weird, you know this kid is full of lies, why did you believe him?" Uncle Zhang muttered to himself.

Uncle Zhang couldn't believe Zhou Xuan's blood-boiling, self-serving appearance.

This is obviously a personal revenge, so how can there be so much sense of justice.

Perhaps there is such a sliver of true feelings in it that Uncle Zhang believes it himself.

Is there really such a person in the world?
...

As night falls, the Zhou family.

In the quiet room.

Cigarettes are curling up, and the aroma is tangy.

Zhou Xuan sat cross-legged, and there was an incense burner in front of him, with three sandalwood sticks stuck in it for meditation.

Zhou Xuan's mind wandered, and he entered a gray world.

The world was pitch black, and the sky above was extremely gloomy, making it hard to breathe.

The red bridge and the blue bridge extend down from the sky, connecting the unknown depths.

The pitch-black sky is so vast that you can't see the end at a glance, giving people a feeling of oppression, vastness, horror and sacredness.

Seeing the pitch-black sky, Zhou Xuan immediately lowered his head.

I dare not watch, dare not imagine, for fear of affecting my mind.

Zhou Xuan was surrounded by crimson runes, and lines of golden scriptures floated in the sky.

With the protection of the Human-Living Sutra, Zhou Xuan was able to stabilize his spirit, and he would not be as panic-stricken as before, trying his best to suppress the tyrannical will in his heart.

Of course, if Zhou Xuan insisted on looking at the pitch-black sky, it was inevitable that he would be affected.

After stabilizing his mind, Zhou Xuan began to communicate new runes.

Zhou Xuan wanted to build a new bridge.

After knowing the true identity of the black-robed man, Zhou Xuan didn't directly come to him in a daze.

To deal with such a master, one must be well prepared.

Zhou Xuan intends to build a bridge of catching wind and shadows and ear-ringing charms.

After the strength increases, it is not too late to come to understand the cause and effect.

This kind of low-level spell, with the blessing of saving people, shouldn't be a big problem.

A ray of crimson light rose from his body, connecting to the sky.

Boom!

There was a loud noise in my mind, and a vast coercion hit, wanting to tear people into pieces.

Zhou Xuan hurriedly recited the Mantra of the Sutra of Saving People.

The last time was the voice of Flying Sky in the Desire Realm.

Zhou Xuan recited the Chapter of the Demon King of the Color Realm this time, and it can protect his mind and spirit.

Low and high, Ming Qi and four Qian.

The heavens of the Brahma world, return to the ten directions every week.

Countless great gods, all belong to me.

I have a hole chapter, and I will become a fairy ten thousand times.

Immortals are expensive, and ghosts are connected.

The world is boundless, the atmosphere is dirty...

……

In a brightly lit room.

In the center is a huge gossip altar surrounded by dozens of yellow cloth flags.

Cigarettes curled up, making it hazy, making it difficult to see the real situation in the house.

There was an old man with white beard and hair, dark spots all over his face, deep wrinkles, and skin like bark.

The old man was breathing weakly, sitting in the center of the eight trigrams altar.

Sandalwood and red candles are lit on both sides, and three fruit plates are placed.

The old man was wearing a gold-threaded purple taoist robe with Zhou Tian gossip printed on it.

There is a small bronze tripod in front of it.

There was actually a pitch-black baby corpse above the small bronze tripod.

The baby's whole body was pitch black, his eyes were closed tightly, and his two rows of teeth gleamed sharply and coldly, like a monster.

The baby lute is hooked by two brass hooks and suspended above the small bronze tripod.

Can't move, like a dead thing.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and the cloudy pupils shone with a golden light.

(End of this chapter)