Spirit Realm Walker

The Nihility Sect (Southern Sect), as a large organization in the evil profession, has contacts and connections in all walks of life. Coupled with the special nature of its profession, if a member of the organization dies in official hunting, it is impossible for them not to detect it.

Master Chunyang was dug up from an ancient tomb in Jiangnan Province. Jianghuai Province is adjacent to Jiangnan Province. Illusionists in these two places died for no reason. It is difficult for Zhang Yuanqing not to suspect this ancient practitioner.

"The Night Wandering God of the Taiyi Sect did not encounter a murderous hand, but the illusionist of the Nihility Sect was targeted? Hey, dog bites dog, evil professions deserve to die, at least they are bound by moral values. In comparison, Master Chunyang is the most troublesome of."

Zhang Yuanqing interrupted the sacrificial ceremony and called Elder Gao Feng.

"Elder Gao Feng, I have received information that illusionists from the Southern Sect of Nihility Sect have disappeared inexplicably recently. It seems that it is not an official act. I suspect that it is Master Chunyang. You are responsible for apprehending him. Are there any clues recently?"

After hearing this, Elder Gao Feng's tone became serious, "There are no clues. Alas, I'm just a country monster, and I'm not a scout who is good at tracking. The Great Elder is trying to get me in trouble."

After a pause, he said:

"I have a few clues here. Since the ancient tomb incident, several cases of unknown causes of death have occurred in Jiangnan Province. There were reports of hauntings at Yongcheng Port a while ago. An official water ghost disappeared while performing a mission on the bottom of the sea. Afterwards, Yongcheng The city branch organized people to salvage from the sea and found a rotting corpse and traces of a fight, but the colleague was not found. I suspect it is related to Headmaster Chunyang."

"By swallowing the spirit bodies of official practitioners, can we control the current status and organizational distribution of spiritual practitioners?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed his opinion.

"So the mysterious disappearance of the Southern Illusionist is probably related to him." Elder Gao Feng sighed.

As a soil monster, he possesses rare defenses in the world and good combat power, but he is not good at tracking, scheming, calculations, etc.

As we all know, the general character of the earth monster profession is honest, dull, and gentle.

To plot against people, water ghosts, wood demons and scouts are the ones to do it.

"Don't worry, Elder Gao Feng, I will help you as much as I can." Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to build a good relationship, "To be honest, that empress also wanted to get rid of Master Chunyang. She said: Master, I will not be able to sleep and eat well until I die. .”

Elder Gao Feng didn't take it seriously at first. After all, Yuanshi Tianzun was not at a high level, and he had not shown particularly strong calculation and pursuit abilities in the past.

But when I heard that Empress Sandaoshan was very concerned about this matter, she immediately paid attention to it:

"I almost forgot, you can contact the ancient god of travel, Yuan Shi. If you have any ideas or strategies, remember to inform me."

"No problem!" Zhang Yuanqing got the attention of the head of the Hangzhou branch and hung up the phone happily.

Then, he sent a message back to Kou Beiyue, informing him in detail about Master Chunyang.

Kou Beiyue was probably asked to kill the good minister to choose his master. If he could pass this line to convey the threat of Master Chunyang to the Nihility Sect, it would be a good way.

When it comes to dealing with Master Chunyang, evil professions can also be friends.

With the illusionist's weirdness and methods, it may be easier to control some clues than the official. When the time comes, the intelligence can be obtained through the selection and execution of good ministers and fed back to Elder Gao Feng.

The top leader in Hangzhou owed him a huge favor.

"Ding!"

Kou Beiyue's cell phone on the table rang. He didn't check it immediately. He grabbed the wine glass and drank with the human blood steamed buns.

"Reply, reply."

The little fat man quickly pushed the boss and signaled him to check the information quickly.

Kou Beiyue put down his wine glass, grabbed his phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint, took a closer look, and slapped his thigh:

"Damn it, you look so powerful, an ancient practitioner?"

Then eat kebabs and drink wine.

But the little fat man held the phone tightly and read the messages over and over again, feeling cold in his heart.

An ancient practitioner who practiced both the magic of the illusionist and the Night Walker, an ancient practitioner who was not bound by moral values, swallowed up the spiritual growth of the Night Walker and the illusionist.

Looking at it, cold sweat almost broke out on his spine.

It's terrible, this kind of existence is terrible, but why do ancient practitioners appear in reality? I remember that the internal records of the sect stated that all the ancient practitioners were dead.

An existence that is not bound by moral values ​​and has mastered the two pinnacle professions of Night Walker and Illusionist is simply a nightmare for spiritual realm walkers.

"Yuanshi Tianzun actually told the boss such important information. No, he was not telling the boss, he was telling me." The little fat man stood up suddenly.

"There are few orders now, so you don't have to work so hard. Sit down, sit down." Kou Beiyue asked his younger brother to sit down: "Keep drinking. Today we will come to Taoyuan to become sworn brothers."

He was obviously drunk.

Alas, the boss didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all. He had no brains and how could the happy fat man drink. His round face showed solemnity and uneasiness, "Boss, I have something to go back to."

After saying that, regardless of Kou Beiyue's attempts to stay, he stepped onto the little electric donkey on the street and left in the dust.

The text message said that the Master Chunyang had not yet recovered, and the illusionists who had disappeared recently were all at level 1 and 2, not level 3. The threat must be nipped in the cradle before he recovers.

Fujiawan.

Zhang Yuanqing focused his attention on the parchment scroll. After confirming that the materials were all correct, he covered the parchment paper on the materials, entered the power of the lunar calendar, and muttered:

"Empress, empress, come out quickly, empress, empress, come out quickly"

Amidst the meaningless chanting, the parchment quickly drained away the spirituality of the material. The circular array of spiritual vessels painted on it emerged from the paper, quickly rose into the sky, and solidified in the sky more than ten meters away.

The next second, the circular array collapsed toward the inside and turned into a circular passage.

After a few breaths, majestic golden light rushed out of the dark and collapsed passage.

Damn it, the empress's aura has become several times stronger. It feels more terrifying than the aura of the Demon Eye. The majestic pressure fell overwhelmingly, and the aura of a high-ranking ruler descended on the world. Zhang Yuanqing, who was directly below, was the first to bear the brunt. His knees weakened and he almost lost his head. Just worship.

The whole person was hunched over the table, not daring to move.

Suddenly, as the golden light approached the entrance of the passage, it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

After the golden light was blocked, it rebounded in the opposite direction, colliding with the subsequent golden light, bursting out with dazzling light, and the entire circular channel turned into a small sun.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing received the spiritual realm prompt:

【Ding! You are forcibly opening the entrance to the spiritual realm. Please stop immediately, otherwise you will be punished. 】

Obviously, the forced opening of the channel between the spiritual realm and reality was blocked by the spiritual realm, and that barrier was created by the spiritual realm.

"snort!"

A cold hum came from inside the passage.

Immediately, a crisp sound of "click" came from the void, and the invisible barrier at the bottom of the golden light was full of cracks.

Then, the barrier suddenly shattered, a golden light fell, and it was nailed to the ground with a bang. It was a demon-suppressing pestle.

This prop is completely different in the hands of the real owner and in the hands of the useless owner.

After the passage opened, golden light fell overwhelmingly, and the flowers and plants in the yard were instantly burned to ashes. Zhang Yuanqing reacted very quickly and rolled away before cracks appeared in the passage.

When the golden light came, Zhang Yuanqing looked expectantly into the passage, waiting for the ghost mirror to fall.

At the same time he shouted:

"Empress, what should you do with your master who suffered a thousand blows? He is so tactful. The official losers are far less intelligent than your empress, and there is no way they can be caught."

The cold and magnetic voice of Lao Bangzi came from the passage: "We will wait until you enter the spiritual realm next time to talk in detail. Okay, go down. Do your best in this world from now on, and don't embarrass me."

"Ah? Madam, what do you mean? Who are you talking to?" Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment.

At this time, a reluctant voice came from the passage: "Master, please think about it again."

"The passage is about to be closed. Do you want to go by yourself, or will the master kick you down?" Old Bangzi's voice was cold and ruthless, far less gentle than when he spoke to Yuanshi Tianzun.

This, this voice is the spirit speaking, isn't it? An incredible thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Yuanqing's heart.

The next second, a figure in a red dress fell gracefully, accompanied by a strong yin energy.

As she landed, the passage could no longer be maintained, quickly contracted, and then disappeared.

The spiritual realm prompt sound also disappeared and there was no longer a warning.

Zhang Yuanqing was sitting at the round table, staring at the woman who landed with dumbfounded eyes. She was wearing a horse-faced skirt from the Ming Dynasty, and the coat on her upper body was embroidered with exquisite dragons and phoenixes. It was extremely close-fitting, and outlined her plump and towering breasts.

Her appearance was extremely beautiful, but she was too pale, her eyes were as dark as ink, and her pupils were scarlet, with a bleeding thread-like red glow spreading across them. She was extremely beautiful.

Princess Yinyao? !

Zhang Yuanqing said in his heart, Madam, I just asked you to get the ghost mirror and lend it to me to suppress the inner demons. I didn't ask you to send your apprentice here.

Princess Yinyao looked at her with her enchanting and beautiful eyes from a distance, snorted softly, and turned her head to the side.

Quite arrogant. Zhang Yuanqing felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Once upon a time, this princess scared him so much that he almost peed his pants. But now, she is still powerful and her aura is at least level five, but Zhang Yuanqing is no longer afraid.

In just one month, he was no longer the transcendent ant he was before.

At this time, Little Green Tea and the Queen rushed out of the villa, and the former shouted:

"Brother Yuanshi, what happened just now? Li Chunfeng was so scared that he collapsed on the ground."

Li Chunfeng in the rear lowered his hands and held a gun as if facing a formidable enemy.

When the three of them saw Princess Yin Yao standing in the courtyard, they all stopped in their tracks, showing vigilance and fear on their faces.

On the other side, Fu Qingyang came with Lingjun Yufeng and landed in the courtyard. Both of their faces were a little solemn. They felt the aura of the high-ranking master and the aura of the spiritual realm next door.

Thinking that something big had happened, I rushed here in a hurry.

Sensing that the aura of the master and the spiritual realm had dissipated, Lingjun felt relieved, and returned to his carefree attitude, looking at Princess Yinyao, and said:

"What a pretty girl, eh, she is a highly intelligent Yin Zombie. Yuanshi Tianzun, have you finally reached the stage of exorcizing corpses? What happened just now? I seem to feel the breath of the master and the spiritual realm. You kid again What's the trouble?"

Regardless of whether the first half of the sentence was true or false, Fu Qingyang, as his brother-in-law, didn't like hearing it. He frowned slightly and cast a questioning look at Zhang Yuanqing.

Wuhen Hotel.

The little fat man hurried back and didn't even have time to say hello to Xiao Yuan. He took the elevator directly to the second floor and opened his room.

Then, he took out a helmet full of technology from his inventory, put it on, and lay flat on the bed.

This prop was given to him by the Grand Elder of the Southern Sect of Nihility Sect after he was promoted to Saint. By wearing the helmet, he can enter the dream world constructed by the Grand Elder.

As a potential new protector, he has the qualifications to report directly to the Grand Elder.

Meetings between high-level illusionists are held in illusions and dreams.

This is also the reason why they are the most difficult to arrest. In terms of weirdness and unpredictability, illusionists rank first among the three evil professions.

After passing through a strange and hazy void, his consciousness appeared in a hall.

Sixteen thick stone pillars support the dome of the hall. The scarlet carpet extends from the door of the hall to a golden throne at the end.

Sitting on the throne was a six-meter-tall figure, wrapped in a cloak, and inside the cloak was a twisted and flickering black light.

It symbolizes the dirtiest and most chaotic emotions in the world.

"Choose the master and kill him at the right time. I have seen the great elder!"

The little fat man knelt on the ground, feeling that the great elder's aura was unfathomable, as if he were facing an abyss, and he didn't even have the courage to look up.

"What's the matter!"

The figure on the golden throne spoke slowly. The voice was difficult to distinguish between male and female, old and young, and seemed to be the voices of countless people, male, female, old and young, combined together.

"I have found out the reason for the mysterious disappearance of the illusionist in the sect." The little fat man said:

"This matter is of great importance, and I believe it must be reported to you personally."

PS: I encountered some troublesome trivial matters today, which delayed my coding time.