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Chapter 295 Visit Maoshan
Purdue Cihang.

Didn't expect it to appear so quickly.

A centipede spirit in A Chinese Ghost Story II is the current national teacher.

Even the goblins are in this position, so the court is naturally under control.

It is no longer the treacherous ministers who are in power, but most of the courtiers have been hollowed out of flesh and blood, leaving only skins.

But this goblin is also courageous.

How dare you use the luck of the country to practice.

It was the last year of the dynasty, otherwise, even if it was the capital, it might not be able to enter.

But it’s also good, just to make a foundation for Wang Jie.

Next, go all the way west, build forces on the way, and finally arrive at the capital to defeat the old dynasty.

……

Under the supervision of Zhuge Wolong.

A force was quickly pulled up.

With Yan Chixia as the vanguard, she continued to march towards the capital.

Along the way, countless disaster victims and refugees joined.

All kinds of evildoers were swept away directly.

All this, Wang Jie did not participate.

What he can do is deal with some extraordinary existences.

If you really want to establish humanity, you also need to abide by the rules, and it depends on the person.

As for some evildoers along the way, Yan Chixia can basically handle them.

Unsure, he also left a brief clone there.

And this moment.

Looking at the dilapidated mountain gate in front of her, Nie Xiaoqian on the side was a little scared:
"Son."

She could feel that in this seemingly dilapidated place, there seemed to be a very powerful force that specifically restrained existences like her.

"Don't worry, we're just here to visit." Wang Jie smiled lightly.

Holding Nie Xiaoqian's hand, she walked up to the gate of the Maoshan faction.

Along the way, no one stopped.

But Wang Jie's eyes became brighter and brighter.

This Maoshan faction really has something.

He looked like he was walking up the stairs, but invisibly, he seemed to be taken into another space.

sparkling.

The two passed through an invisible light curtain.

moment.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. Two old men are playing chess on the stone table in the gazebo.

A peaceful voice came: "I don't know if you are visiting today, what's the matter?"

Two third-tier advanced.

Refinement of the virtual.

Wang Jie said indifferently: "Come to borrow something."

"Oh?"

An old man with blue hair and white beard turned around with surprise in his eyes:

"I don't know what you want to borrow?"

"A skill that allows ghosts to practice and improve."

Wang Jie smiled and looked around.

The spaces seem misaligned.

Among the flowers, plants and trees, there stood stone pillars with carved beams and painted buildings. Taoist priests holding long swords stared at him, as if they were very scared.

And directly in front of the two old men, a middle-aged man with a dignified complexion was stroking his long black beard, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

At this time, another old man with thick eyebrows and white robe looked at Nie Xiaoqian:
"Fellow Daoist borrowed it for this female ghost?"

"People walk in the way of humanity, and ghosts walk in the way of ghosts. Why do fellow Taoists interfere in other people's affairs?" The green-haired old man also responded.

"So, you are not willing to borrow?" Wang Jie raised his brows slightly.

The air seemed to freeze.

The elders bowed their heads slightly.

Like thinking, like thinking.

The middle-aged man frowned tightly.

With a flick of the palm.

An invisible light poured into the two old men.

instant time.

The elders stood up, looked at Wang Jie and shook their heads Qiqi:

"No, no, if fellow Taoists are willing to take the exercises and leave, then we, the Maoshan Sect, won't care about this excuse."

"Otherwise, the two of us can only forcibly ask Fellow Daoist to leave."

Saying that, there was a strong and powerful aura that suddenly dispersed.

Press on Wang Jie.

Like a breeze blowing by, Wang Jie's sleeves fluttered.

Nie Xiaoqian on the side didn't seem to feel anything, but held Wang Jie's hand tremblingly.

Seeing this scene, the pupils of the middle-aged man shrank suddenly.

This is equivalent to the pressure of the two Lianxu Hedao.

"Ah."

Wang Jie chuckled.

The old man in white robe frowned slightly: "Why are you laughing, Fellow Daoist? But what did we say wrong?"

"No."

Wang Jie smiled and shook his head: "I just feel that you are very funny, hoping to block me with an illusion, but I don't know that this illusion looks too simple."

In an instant.

The complexion of the middle-aged man changed drastically.

But feeling the gaze projected by Wang Jie, he quickly regained his composure.

With a flick of the palm.

The illusion dissipated.

A somewhat splendid hall was revealed in front of Wang Jie.

Without any hesitation, the middle-aged man stepped out of his seat and bowed deeply to Wang Jie:
"Senior, please don't blame us. It's just that the current situation is chaotic. We don't know what the senior came here for."

"As for the Maoshan faction, they can no longer withstand the second turmoil in a short period of time, so they can only use the illusion left by the predecessors to test the meaning of the seniors."

"So it's clear now?" Wang Jie frowned slightly.

The middle-aged man nodded hastily.

Looking around at the vigilant disciples, he shouted sharply:
"What are you doing with the sword? Salute to senior, and then hurry up and get all the records and exercises related to ghosts in the library."

"Yes."

The disciples responded in unison and left quickly.

On one side, some old men who looked like elders came over, put down some chairs, and bowed deeply to Wang Jie.

Glancing at the middle-aged man, he left without saying a word.

Wang Jie sat down, looked at the middle-aged man, and said with a smile, "I don't want it in vain. I just heard you say the second turmoil. What happened to the Maoshan faction?"

The eyes of the middle-aged man brightened slightly.

but.

He still couldn't figure out the details of Wang Jie.

After a moment of hesitation, he asked:

"Senior, do you know Daguo Temple?"

"The Daguo Temple, one of the four major powers?"

Yan Chixia once told Wang Jie, and checked later.

Now the cultivation world can be said to be extremely withered, and all kinds of cultivation forces have declined, leaving only two or three big cats and kittens.

Among them, the four most powerful forces are Maoshan, Kunlun, Dafo Temple, and Daguo Temple.

But even these four major forces, like the head of the Maoshan faction, are nothing more than refining the gods and returning to the void.

The head of Maoshan nodded, with a bit of sadness: "That's right, but the Daguo Temple is no longer the Four Great Powers, but an evil place."

"Evil place?"

There was a bit of surprise in Wang Jie's eyes.

The word "evil land" is not something that is casually spoken in this kind of world.

Basically, only places occupied by evil spirits can be called evil places.

The head of Maoshan sighed softly: "The Daguo Temple has been occupied by a powerful evildoer. Not long ago, the Dafo Temple sent people to the Maoshan faction to communicate with each other."

"As a result, that night, a large number of books of the Maoshan School were destroyed, and the disciples suffered heavy casualties. Even I was seriously injured."

"I see." Wang Jie glanced at his pale face.

It's like refining the gods to return to the void, which is equivalent to the existence of the third-order intermediate.

If it wasn't for being seriously injured, how could it be possible that he couldn't even maintain a good complexion.

This matter is a bit interesting.

(End of this chapter)