After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

Ning Buwei was puzzled by Chu Jun's promise to help. After all, Chu Jun is not very helpful.

But that Jimo Hongcai kept moving towards Chu Jun's side.

"Where is Chu Daoyou from?" Jimo Hongcai asked with a smile.

"Zhenfu."

"My uncle is also in the Zhenfu, and he is now the elder of Wushizong." Jimo Hongcai said: "He originally accompanied my mother to participate in the Zongmen election, but he didn't want my mother to be elected. After being favored by the Wushi Sect, my mother joined the Qingdan Sect, and these years are just correspondence..."

Ning Buwei thought who wants to hear about your family's family affairs, and was striding forward when Jimo Hongcai's delicate junior sister came up to him and talked, "Did Daoyou Li and Daoyou Chu come here to hunt for treasure?"

"En." Ning Buwei responded in a lukewarm manner.

"Oh." Bu Qing was walking beside him, and suddenly fell on him, Ning Buwei quickly dodged to the side, and Bu Qing fell to the ground.

Bu Qing touched his ankle with a pale face, Zong Liu and Zong Sheng brothers rushed forward, "What's wrong, Junior Sister?"

Bu Qing was in severe pain, "I accidentally twisted my foot."

Jimo Hongcai also came forward, "Junior Sister, you are too careless."

Bu Qing said angrily, "I just didn't see where I was standing."

After speaking, he glared at Ning Buwei angrily, and even stood aside without giving her a hand to help her, even avoiding it.

Ning Buwei was expressionless, he knew that Danxiu was weak, but he didn't expect to be so weak that he could still sprain his feet when walking on flat ground.

A few people over there were busy helping the little junior sister to heal her injuries, and Ning Buwei walked to Chu Jun's side without haste.

Chu Jun handed him the freshly picked fruit, "Taste it."

Ning Buwei took the fruit and weighed it, "Where did you pick it?"

"That purple jade tree just now." Chu Jun said.

Ning Buwei took a bite, the taste was sweet and similar to the petals of the nine-leaf lotus, so he leaned against the tree and ate the fruit.

"Why do you want to help them?" Ning Buwei asked him.

"The small cauldron on his waist is called the Wuyue cauldron, which can be used to refine the heaven-level soul-fixing pill." Chu Jun said, "It's good for Ning Xiu."

Ning Buwei immediately looked at the colorful rooster and became very pleasing to the eye, narrowed his eyes and said: "Why don't I kill him and take the cauldron and we can make it ourselves."

Chu Jun put his hands on his shoulders to prevent him from messing around, "This tripod only recognizes people from the Jimo clan, and it's useless to take it away."

Ning Buwei raised his eyebrows, "I thought you wouldn't let me kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"It's not necessary." Chu Jun helped him tug on the uncovered front, and withdrew his hand.

Ning Buwei smiled and said, "You are quite interesting."

Chu Jun glanced at him, "Why didn't you help that girl just now?"

Ning Buwei stretched his waist, and pulled a flower from the tree casually, "What if you help me and insist on tying me back to the Qingdan sect? My son will have no father."

Chu Jun: "..."

"I'm sorry, I forgot that you are also a father." Ning Buwei turned his wrist, put the flower in his hand away from the front of his clothes, and walked up to Jimo Hongcai and the others.

Chu Jun lowered his eyes and glanced at the little pink flower, then reached out and took it down.

Several people used spiritual power and elixir to help Bu Qing heal his ankle, and then continued on their way.

Jimo Hongcai went to Chu Jun's side and continued talking with him, and saw the man in black who looked very unfriendly walked up to them and separated them domineeringly.

Ning Buwei stared at Jimo Hongcai for a while, then said slowly, "Do you have many family members in Jimo?"

Chu Jun's eyebrows twitched when he heard it.

Jimo Hongcai said very kindly: "The Jimo family is very big, with a large number of people."

Ning Buwei twitched the corners of his lips, "Not bad."

Jimo Hongcai was confused, "Not bad... what?"

Ning Buwei's hands were a little itchy, and his heart said, of course, if you kill one, there will be many others who can use this cauldron, which is very good.

Jimo Hongcai saw him staring at her with a half-smile, instinctively sensed the danger, and said with a dry smile, "I, I'll go and see my junior sister."

Ning Buwei snorted coldly.

Chu Jun said: "He just talks too much."

Ning Buwei said blankly: "He also has many eyes."

Chu Jun: "?"

Behind the two of them, Jimo Hongcai came over and asked Bu Qing, "Does your foot still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Bu Qing glanced at the two people in front, "Why don't you talk to them?"

Naturally, Jimo Hongcai couldn't say that the one in black was too scary, so he cleared his throat and said, "I just talked to Chu Daoyou to thank him for his help."

Bu Qing didn't believe his nonsense and rolled his eyes.

"Brother, the suzerain should have already gone to the Dao Discussion Conference at this time, shall we go directly to the Canghai Tower after we go out?" Zong Liu asked.

"Go out and contact the Suzerain first." Jimo Hongcai said: "We are lucky to catch up with this Dao Discussion Conference, we must not miss it."

"I heard that Sang Xuanqing from Canghailou and Wang Bin, the patriarch of the Wang family, will give lectures, as well as Zen master Ming Sang... I wonder if the principal Hao Zheng from Wanxuanyuan will come." Zong Sheng looked longingly, "Go up At the Dao Discussion Conference last time, there was a Jindan Stage cultivator who had an epiphany after listening to it, and after crossing the tribulation, he became a half-step god."

Bu Qing said angrily: "Master just said that he could only bring three disciples in, but we turned around and lost our way. If you say that no one is obstructing you, you won't believe it."

Jimo Hongcai persuaded: "The matter has come to this, we still need to go out as soon as possible."

They are in a hurry to get out, and they would rather not do it than be in a hurry.

He originally planned to take advantage of these two days to save up his family fortune, but he happened to come across such an undeveloped secret realm of the Purple Mansion, so naturally he would not let go of this excellent opportunity.

The group hadn't gone far when the treasure hunting amulet in Ning Buwei's sleeve lit up.

Chu Jun saw that he was eager to try, "Why?"

"There are good things around here." Ning Buwei took out the talisman in his sleeve, and followed the talisman into the nearby woods.

Chu Jun turned to Jimo Hongcai and the others and said, "You can wait here."

Jimo Hongcai and the others couldn't say no.

Ning Buwei followed the treasure hunting talisman quickly through the woods, and heard the sound of surging water, followed by moist and fine water vapor rushing towards his face.

I saw tens of feet high waterfalls crashing down from the cliffs. If a flood breaks, it looks like a wide sea hanging upside down. The sound is like thunder striking a mountain avalanche.

The mist was misty, Ning Buwei raised his head to look behind the waterfall, and the black glittering with gold was faintly visible under the water curtain, extending all the way to the top of the waterfall, the aura was compelling.

Chu Jun came a step late, walked up to Ning Buwei, and said, "Do you want this knife?"

Ning Buwei didn't see that it was a knife, but no matter what it was, it would never be wrong to put something good in his pocket. He sacrificed the Tiantao Ruler and prepared to take it out of the waterfall. "Of course I want to."

"Who is here!" A majestic voice suddenly sounded over the waterfall, and then the coercion belonging to the cultivators of the transformation stage came down.

Chu Jun waved his sleeve immediately, and before waiting for Ning Bu to react, he directly forcibly pressed the opponent back with the coercion of a Hinayana monk, and the opponent immediately fell silent.

Ning Buwei, who was about to fight for the treasure: "..."

What a bully.

But I have to admit that after the threat was successful, I was really happy.

The cultivator who turned into a god who didn't know whether it was the Wang family or the Zanghailou Sang family left at the speed of light, and he didn't know whether he really ran away or went to move reinforcements. Ning Buwei turned his head and said to Chu Jun, "Thank you."

"Quick battle and quick decision." Chu Jun said to him.

Ning Buwei nodded, and was about to pour spiritual power into the Tiantao Ruler, when he saw Chu Jun flying directly in front of the waterfall, manipulating the water flow to form a huge palm, condensing his spiritual power to hold the inconspicuous black behind the waterfall. , pull out hard.

The mountains shake instantly, and the waterfalls clank.

The black knife was obviously pulled out a little bit, but it wasn't enough. Ning Buwei stepped on the Suzaku narrow knife and flew to his side. The Tiantao ruler in his hand suddenly became bigger, sucking the tens of feet high waterfall into the ruler. The black knife finally showed its true colors.

It was a fishbone-shaped long knife with a sharp blade on one side and a long thorn on the other. It was as high as the waterfall. The blade was deeply inserted into the rocks below the waterfall. The word "Zi Yan" was written on the body of the knife , exuding a cold dark light.

"Ziyan Knife." Ning Buwei's eyes were glued to the knife, and there was a look in his eyes that he was determined to win. He always thought that the Suzaku Knife was not very good-looking. aesthetic.

The Suzaku narrow knife stepped on by him: ...

Chu Jun was shocked by the strange appearance of this knife, and asked Ning Buwei: "Are you sure you want this?"

Although it looked like a good knife, it was really ugly.

Ning Buwei reached out and touched the blade, "Of course, who wouldn't want such a beautiful knife?"

Chu Jun: "..."

Jing and Taizun were silent for a moment, and continued to help him draw their swords.

Ning Buwei slapped the rock that was inserted into the blade with a foot, and suddenly the knife clanged, and a purple light rose from the blade, faintly matching with Tiantao ruler, and then came directly towards Ning Buwei like a real shadow of the knife.

Ning Buwei flipped to the side and dodged neatly, his heart was not that simple, as soon as he looked up, he saw the shadow of the knife rushing towards Chu Jun, Chu Jun still stood still, gritted his teeth and rushed forward to block the waist and lead others away , angrily said: "What are you thinking!?"

Chu Jun was taken aback by his yelling.

Ning Buwei turned his head and met Chu Jun's overly beautiful red phoenix eyes, his breath stagnated for nothing, and his tone slowed down: "I'm not mean to you."

Chu Jun regained his senses and looked at the Ziyan knife, "The shadow of the knife just now was an illusion."

It means that it can't hurt anyone at all.

Ning Buwei let go of his arms around his waist, and said in a stiff tone, "Didn't you say it earlier?"

"Blame me." The smile flashed across Chu Jun's eyes, Ning Buwei turned his head and glared at him instantly, and said, "There should be a mechanism to pull out the blade, let's go down and have a look."

So the two sneaked under the waterfall, and after searching, they found a hidden door in the magic circle at the bottom of the water. Chu Jun pointed at it, and Ning Buwei nodded. The two of them urged their spiritual power to break through the magic circle at the same time, and they were instantly sucked in. into the secret door.

Ning Buwei opened his eyes, and saw a man dressed as a servant approaching him cautiously and said: "Master, Madam is here."

He was wondering, when he saw Chu Jun stepping into the door in a pink shirt, he almost laughed out loud, "Ma'am?"

The servant tremblingly said: "The eight outhouses you raised outside were all beheaded by the madam in a rage."

Ning Buwei: "..."

Such a cruel lady.

Seeing that Ning Buwei didn't respond, the boy showed a hint of doubt on his face, Ning Buwei said immediately after seeing this: "If you cut it, you will cut it."

The boy looked even more suspicious.

Ning Buwei changed his mind and slapped the armrest of the chair, "You jealous woman!"

Only then did the boy heave a sigh of relief, seeing that he was angry, they all retreated, leaving only Ning Buwei and Chu Jun in the room.

Chu Jun casually set up a barrier around it, and said, "This place should be the obsessive illusion left by the previous owner of Ziyan Dao."

Ning Buwei nodded, but couldn't help but glance at his pink clothes, and smiled and said: "First of all, we must find the master and obsession."

Some masters of magic treasures, no matter whether they ascend or fall, will leave the obsession in their hearts in the magic treasure to form an illusion, as a test for the next master to obtain the magic weapon. Most of the monks who will do this have deep feelings for their own magic weapon , even if I am gone, I hope that the magic weapon will have a good home.

And the key to breaking the illusion of obsession is to find the right owner of the magic weapon and change the thing that he can't let go of the most.

Chu Jun said: "The owner of this Ziyan knife is a monk ten thousand years ago. He was once a proud son of heaven, but now he is not good at it, and there is no way to use the knife again."

After hearing what Chu Jun said, Ning Buwei realized that he had no feeling in his legs and was sitting in a wheelchair.

"It's not good to be able to support so many outhouses, tsk." Ning Buwei guessed: "Is his obsession with the eight outhouses beheaded by his wife?"

Chu Jun shook his head, "Probably not."

"That's right, he was killed as soon as he entered those outer rooms." Ning Buwei lazily leaned on the wheelchair, "Now that his legs are useless, is it because he wants to stand up again? good?"

"It's all possible," Chu Jun said, "Let's split up and find out the news first."

Ning Buwei nodded, glanced, and suddenly saw the corner of the clothes slowly retracting under the bed next to him, "Who is it? Come out!"

A three or four-year-old child crawled out from under the bed, looking at him timidly, "I have seen father, father, mother."

Ning Buwei and Chu Jun were stunned for a moment.

There is even a child.

The toddler's face was stained with dust, and his sleeves were worn out. He knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to them both.

"Come here." Seeing him so small, Ning Buwei frowned.

Unexpectedly, the toddler shrank when he heard what he said, but in the end he forced himself to walk in front of him.

The three or four-year-old baby was still walking unsteadily, and his legs were weak when he was approaching Ning Buwei, and he almost fell to the ground, but was supported by Chu Jun.

The toddler broke away from him in horror, and cried, "Mother... Huanhuan made a mistake..."

Ning Buwei and Chu Jun looked at each other, and Chu Jun followed his words and said, "Where did you go wrong?"

Huanhuan wiped his tears with his hand, looked at them, and sobbed, "Huanhuan is willing, willing to sacrifice the knife to father."

Ning Buwei's heart sank instantly.