Counterattack Xiaoxian

Ji Lingchu felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and his body was under tremendous pressure. He looked at the three people, guessing that they must be the disciples of the great witch sect, and asked with difficulty: "Brothers, how can I, an outsider, ruin your big things?"

One person gritted his teeth and said: "Humph! You are still complaining, what you have done is not worthy of death."

"Have you been to the Red Clay Pot? Was it you who chopped the stone with a knife? Not to mention the hard work of the past two years, the three of us have spent a lot of effort just to collect those pigs and idiots, and now it's all up to you. You're causing trouble!" This man was quite resentful.

"What are you talking about? Please explain clearly." Ji Lingchu's head was confused. He thought they were here to avenge Qi Huan, but he didn't expect something else.

Another said dissatisfiedly: "You talk a lot of nonsense."

The three Wumen disciples were about to take action when they suddenly saw a foreign object slowly emerging from Ji Lingchu's chest. It looked like a dog. They couldn't help but be surprised and surprised.

But the dog ignored them, sighed, and said to himself: "Does someone want to help? According to Section 8 of Article 3 of the contract, in a critical moment, I have an obligation to help you, you bark Just sir."

"Uncle...?" Ji Lingchu smiled bitterly: "No need!"

After saying that, a cold light suddenly bloomed, and the potato puree on his body was bounced away one after another. Among the potato puree flying in the sky, a green flower bud rose rapidly, drew an arc in the air, and slashed the throats of the three people in front of him.

When the light of the sword fell, Ji Lingchu said: "Qie Zi Jue!"

Then he put the knife into his arms and said again: "There is also the dragging technique!"

The Dog Saint's eyes widened, he was speechless for a long time, and said: "You are still the best at pretending."

"After the three people died, the potato monsters all over the ground turned into mud. I don't know what they were."

This is the scene when Ji Lingchu was telling Master Sang about the scene in the potato field. Master Sang said: "'Hu' is a child ghost, and 'Huimu' is the young soul that possesses plants and trees. It is not uncommon and not common. They can collect these Many, I don’t know how many graves I have dug and how many sins I have committed. This is also a forbidden technique in the witch sect. I deserve to die at your hands."

"Oh!" Ji Lingchu lost some of his psychological burden and asked again: "What is the 'Code of Resentment' they are talking about?"

"This is the witchcraft that Qi Gong obtained from the Witch Temple. It is not a forbidden technique, but it is extremely difficult to practice."

Master Sang said: "This method requires you to sacrifice a resentful couple, feed it with your own resentment day and night, and make it grow continuously. After the resentment couple is developed, it is extremely powerful. It can divide into clones and hurt people with resentment. That day I fought with Qi Gong. You must have seen it too."

Ji Lingchu said: "I have seen it. Three against one is really powerful."

"Yes, but it's not all good. Once you practice this method, there is no possibility of turning back. You must always support your resentful spouse. If you are not satisfied, it will backfire on you. It can be said that you are seeking your own death in the end."

Ji Ling was stunned when he heard it for the first time, nodded and said: "I am very curious, what state is Qi Gong in that he can be undefeated in your hands?"

Master Sang smiled and said: "Don't give me such a high hat. Although he has the help of the Wu Clan's Forbidden Formation and takes advantage, he is still very strong in his own right, but his methods are different from those of our Xuan Masters."

Master Sang patiently taught him a lesson. It turned out that since Qi Gong was a great witch, he naturally practiced witchcraft.

Witchcraft originates from the beginning of human beings and has many categories. Wizards can use ghosts and mysterious spells to control all things, which is very mysterious.

In terms of realm, witchcraft can also be divided into nine levels, namely barbarian, barbarian, curser, great witch, priest, guru, great commander, witch king, and witch ancestor. In fact, the witch king is the highest level in the witch sect. Practitioners and witch ancestors are only seen in legends.

Qi Gong's cultivation level corresponds to the realm of a great witch, but his combat power is eclectic. Not all great witches are as good at fighting as he is. This is of course due to his training in the Canon of Resentment.

And the few Ji Lingchu killed should have only been in the barbarian realm, otherwise if he had changed to a spell master, normally he would have been killed by all the effort.

After hearing this, Ji Lingchu had another question and asked: "Didn't you say there is a witch god?"

"The witch god does not walk in the world, so he is naturally not included in this list."

"Is there really a god?"

Master Sang said quietly: "Perhaps, but we Qi Refiners don't believe in this. We only believe in strength or lack of strength. One breath will change the world!"

Ji Lingchu thought about this sentence secretly, and the more he tasted it, the more delicious it became.

After a while, he added: "The Wumen gang believes in the witch god and has abnormal brains. They inexplicably said that I ruined their big event. They are really unjust."

"Haha! Maybe you accidentally broke through other people's arrangements. Try to meet these people as little as possible in the future, but if they dare to stretch their claws randomly, they will be chopped off."

He smiled and said: "Teacher, I find that you are really domineering sometimes, no, you are overbearing!"

The old man couldn't help laughing and said: "I was born in a Xuanmen family. Although I am not successful, I have inherited some domineering skills."

Ji Lingchu also laughed, and after hitting the snake with the stick, he wanted to worship him as his teacher. After this, he decided to find a ready-made backer for himself.

Master Sang shook his head and refused, and said that it was not that he could not worship me twice, but... He was silent for a moment and said something very strange: "Becoming your master to me may not bring you glory." .”

Ji Lingchu couldn't understand it, but he was thick-skinned and full of clever ideas, so he said, "Otherwise, I will call you teacher from now on."

Master Sang only knew that there were masters, masters, and mentors. He had never heard of a teacher and asked, "What is a teacher?"

"When three people are walking together, there must be my teacher. The old man is the teacher, so he is called teacher." Ji Lingchu suppressed his laughter.

"Well, the first two sentences are absolutely correct, but the last two sentences don't make sense." Master Sang was not easy to fool.

"Don't be so serious. I also heard what others said."

"You have to be serious about everything...Forget it, you won't listen anyway, so just call me teacher from now on."

Ji Lingchu was overjoyed and bowed deeply.

Back in the room, Ji Lingchu was inevitably a little disappointed because the master still failed to fully recognize him.

But he also understood that Master Sang's concern all along was not false. Although he was nagging a little, it was always out of love. This reminded him of the various people he met along the way, and most of them were good people, which made his heart always No loss of softness.

It was slightly cold at night, the bright moon was gone, and the dim stars were accompanying me. Some memories sealed in my heart resurfaced, including the laughter of my classmates, my grandfather’s face, the iron tree falling in his arms, and her...one by one, one by one. , although he couldn't stop suppressing it, the corners of his eyes were moist...

"Hey! Stop it, stop it," Dog Saint came out at this time and said scornfully: "This person can't live a good life. As long as things go well, he starts to be pretentious."

Ji Lingchu was interrupted and was quite dissatisfied and said: "What pretentiousness? How do you know what I am thinking?"

"Hmph! Human beings are actually pretty much the same. When you stick your butt out, you're probably going to poop."

"You also know this. Are you eavesdropping on me?"

"You think too much. How can I have such free time?"

"Then what are you doing all day long?"