Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

Chapter 334 The poor man wants to punish the wicked 【Subscribe! 】

The gate of ghosts disappeared, and a dozen little ghosts lost their samsara traction, huddled together in horror, and looked at Zhang Qingyun in fear.

More than a dozen little ghosts, but they saw how Zhang Qingyun killed Peng Xiangqian and others throughout the process.

Especially the terrifying flames, they just saw it, and they felt fear from their souls.

Is this person good or bad?

They are too small to judge.

But there is one thing, this Taoist is very powerful and fierce.
"Hey"

Zhang Qingyun sighed softly: "Only those two beasts are so inhumane, using these children as resources for cultivation."

With a thought, Zhang Qingyun made a formula with both hands and landed on the still beating heart of the altar.The beating of the heart slowed down, but it was still beating.Zhang Qingyun stretched out his hand and pointed, and a dozen corpses in the corner disappeared together with their beating hearts.

With a wave of his sleeve, the three piles of ashes on the ground also disappeared: "Pindao said that we will put your ashes in the public toilet. Although Pindao regrets it now, your ashes will only pollute the public toilet."

Keep your word.

Never break your word!

Zhang Qingyun walked out: "Little ghosts, come with the poor."

After all, this place is like a purgatory on earth. These little ghosts are here because of the fear of the soul.

Zhang Qingyun walked out of the cave, and a dozen iron cages in the cave were supported by a force and floated out of the cave.

The moment it landed on the ground, the iron cage opened, a dozen boys crawled out of the iron cage, and a dozen little ghosts also came out of the cave.

Eleven little ghosts and sixteen boys were all terrified.

A little confused, more uneasy.

These children are not very old, and they were captured by Peng Xiangqian and their hearts were removed. The impact on their hearts was unimaginable.

They were not frightened, it was these kids who were strong.

Especially the boy whose heart was almost taken out but was rescued by Zhang Qingyun in time, his eyes were dull and his face was full of confusion.

Obviously, it's been silly.

Zhang Qingyun said softly: "You don't have to be afraid, the poor will not hurt you. The poor have killed the demons, and you are free, but the poor need to punish the evil in the world. Are you willing to follow the poor and expose the hypocrisy of the wicked? "

After Zhang Qingyun announced his retreat, Bai Yunzi and Liu Qingfeng moved out of Zhang Qingyun's tent.

They continued to live here, for fear of disturbing Zhang Qingyun.

In the tent, Zhang Qingyun suddenly opened his eyes.

It was already around one o'clock in the morning. Looking at the sky, Zhang Qingyun got up and walked out of the tent.

One step out and disappear.

In Andao Valley, Zhang Qingyun appeared in a courtyard like a ghost.

The yard is not small, but very quiet.

Without hiding his aura, Zhang Qingyun had just appeared in the yard when the door was opened, and three figures rushed out from the door, instantly surrounding Zhang Qingyun.

"Daoxuanzi, what are you doing here?"

"Who told you to come, do you know where this is?"

"Without the decree of Daoist An Dao, those who trespass will be severely punished!"

The three of them shouted in low voices with cold faces.

Andao Valley is the most solemn holy place of the Andao Conference. Although the real Andao is a puppet, he is the spokesperson of their support.

To trespass into Andao Valley is to despise the Andao Conference!

If there is no punishment, what is the majesty of the Andao Conference?
Facing the scolding, Zhang Qingyun directly ignored it.

A glance at the three people showed that the oldest of the three was in his seventies.Standing directly opposite Zhang Qingyun was a short and thin old man in Tang suit: "Another puppet."

The old man in Tang suit was full of condensed breath, but it was a pity that he possessed the power of the seventh heaven of foundation building, but it was a gift from a magic weapon, not obtained by himself.

Even if it is already in the foundation building state, it is still impossible to cultivate the body of no scale, cannot condense the flawless cauldron, and the aura of heaven and earth is free and cannot be absorbed.

This makes it impossible to practice independently.

Although he found a shortcut and gained great power, he also cut off his future path.

On the right side of Zhang Qingyun is a middle-aged man in his fifties.

He has a fair face and no beard, and is wearing a suit. He is not tall and slightly fat.The middle-aged man in a suit looked very different in this place. Zhang Qingyun could clearly feel the aura of an Onmyoji from him.

It's an islander!

The purpose is obvious, it is the other two old men, and even the master in the heart of the walking 50.

Squinting his eyes slightly, suppressing the urge to kill, Zhang Qingyun despised in his heart: "Another poor man who gained strength with the help of a magic weapon."

The power obtained through the gift of the magic weapon is not one's own power after all: "Eleventh level of foundation building!"

This kind of strength is already not low, but unfortunately, if one encounters the real foundation-building realm, the foundation-building three-layered heaven, it can be evenly matched, and as time goes by, the power of using magic weapons will eventually be exhausted.

Unless the energy is replenished with the help of magic weapons, if the strength is exhausted, an ordinary person with magic weapons can only become a lamb to be slaughtered.

So, how can it not be pitiful?
The power of the magic weapon also accumulates over time, once absorbed, it may take ten and a half months, three to five months, and the magic weapon's own strength is difficult to recover, how to give a gift to the person who sacrificed himself to the magic weapon?

If you sacrifice yourself, you are the slave of the magic weapon. The magic weapon is willing to give power, but if you are not willing, you can only be weak or weak.

Zhang Qingyun has studied this method of sacrifice, and finally judged that it is not advisable: "No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it is still a dead thing. It is an aid for people to use. It is really stupid to sacrifice yourself to a dead thing."

Relying on the foundation-building realm of self-cultivation, you can absorb the aura of heaven and earth, build the foundation realm, and communicate with heaven and earth. Although you can't replenish the consumption in a short time, you can also replenish part of your strength while the skills are running.

Although it can't circulate endlessly, life can't stop, and it doesn't rely on magic weapons. There is no fake foundation that can be compared with the bridge between heaven and earth.

Once fighting skills, one will ebb and flow, and the person who sacrifices himself to the magic weapon is not an opponent after all.

The key point is that the normal state of foundation building, comprehension of heaven and earth, and practice of talisman and seal Taoism are far from being comprehended and understood by those who sacrificed the magic weapon. Once the spell is cast, the person who sacrificed himself to the magic weapon can only be hanged and beaten.

Behind Zhang Qingyun was an old man in his seventies, wearing sportswear.

Compared with the previous two people, the aura is much weaker, and it also has the aura of the fourth heaven of foundation establishment.

Shaking his head, they are all a group of poor people who sacrificed themselves to the magic weapon
"It's sad."

Zhang Qingyun sighed softly: "An Dao Conference, what a famous name, unfortunately, under the cover of such a famous name, there are a group of 50 people walking."

"Pindao doesn't need to know who you are, and I'm not interested. I'm here today to borrow something from you."

borrow things?
Although the name of the An Dao Conference hides endless filth, after all, Zhang Qingyun will fight Peng Xiangqian in a few days.Killing people at this time will have a bad influence.

Zhang Qingyun represents the Kunlun lineage, and he can be killed openly, so there is no need to bear a bad name and be reviled by monks all over the world.

The eyes were burning with anger, and the short and thin old man in Tang suit frowned and said, "What do you want to borrow?"

Not surprisingly, these three people are the people who sit in An Daogu at the An Dao Conference. Zhang Qingyun said softly: "I will use your memories. Poor people punish evil people, your memories are very important."

Borrow memory?
What kind of excuse?

No matter how he borrowed it, Zhang Qingyun had bad intentions.

"Daoxuanzi, I originally planned to spare your life, but just punished you, you are courting death!"

The short and thin old man flipped his palm, and there was an extra hammer in his hand.The shape of the hammer is peculiar, the length of the shaft is about two meters, but the hammer head is only the size of a fist, and there is a sharp gun point on the hammer head.

After dancing a hammer flower, the short and thin old man aimed at Zhang Qingyun's head and smashed it down.

Very good and overbearing.

A shot is a killer move, Zhang Qingyun's eyes are cold.

The middle-aged man in a suit with a strong onmyoji aura had an extra samurai sword in his hand and stabbed Zhang Qingyun straight into the chest.

Tsk tsk, as soon as the weapon is lit, the identity is clear, this is an islander.

The old man behind Zhang Qingyun was holding an abacus in his hand, and as he moved the beads with his fingers, streaks of pale yellow energy shot out, directly attacking Zhang Qingyun's legs.

The upper, middle and lower roads are all blocked!

Zhang Qingyun flicked his fingers, with a kind of casualness and freedom: "Kong has strength all over, but he still learns the fighting methods of the Jianghu people. He doesn't know how to use spells at all. The borrowed strength can never be truly regarded as his own strength."

"You've wasted your strength."

As the words fell, the hammer above his head suddenly stopped, as if hitting a ball of glue, and the hammer stuck to it.The short, skinny old man pressed down hard, but the hammer didn't budge.With both arms, I tried to retract the hammer, but the hammer still didn't move at all.

In the eyes, a trace of fear gradually gathered.

The strength of this person is beyond imagination!
The middle-aged man in a suit, the samurai sword in his hand was only three inches away from Zhang Qingyun's chest, a vortex appeared strangely on Zhang Qingyun's chest, and a terrifying suction came from the vortex, and the samurai sword in his hand suddenly fell out of his hand, no matter what .

"hiss"

Strong friction, the handle of the knife rubbed against the palm of the hand, it was hot, and a layer of skin had already peeled off.

The middle-aged man in the suit was horrified and wanted to back away.

However, the middle-aged man's legs softened, as if all his strength had been emptied, and he fell limp to the ground.

In a blink of an eye, the vitality of the middle-aged man in the suit collapsed, his hair was snow-white, his face was wrinkled, and the flesh and blood on his body slowly shriveled, like a mummy.

"The samurai sword is disconnected from you, and your power disappears. This is the consequence of sacrificing yourself to the magic weapon and using your power."

Zhang Qingyun glanced at the middle-aged man who was still breathing on the ground: "Without strength, you are just a corpse that has been dead for many years."

Behind Zhang Qingyun, the old man who moved the beads seemed to have been cast with a fixation spell. He stood there with a face full of horror, and his eyes were full of fear. At this moment, he was unable to move a single centimeter!
Zhang Qingyun's strength was far beyond imagination, and they seriously underestimated Zhang Qingyun's strength!

Taking a step forward, Zhang Qingyun stood in front of the middle-aged man in a suit.

The old man holding the hammer kept swinging the hammer, motionless, and his eyes seemed to be frozen.The old man's heart was full of turmoil, he couldn't even blink his eyelids, his eyes were sore, and a line of hot tears flowed down.

The body cannot move, and the eyeballs cannot move!

Only the beating heart is still bursting with vitality, and only the brain that is constantly running and constantly conveying fear can still think.

Kicking the body of the man in the suit flying, the suit of the man in the suit has become extremely fat at this time, like a mummy, wearing a suit, so funny.

The body of the middle-aged man in the suit was still in the air, and he was already lifeless. Zhang Qingyun stretched out his hand to grab it, and the soul of the middle-aged man in the suit fell in front of Zhang Qingyun.

At this time, the middle-aged man in a suit who just died, his soul has not yet turned into a ghost, and his soul and body are exuding fear: "The old saying goes well, if you practice martial arts without practicing kung fu, you will die in old age. Once the strength you borrowed dissipates, your Soul, compared with ordinary people, is even worse"

In the normal foundation building state, the soul is extremely powerful.

In the realm of foundation establishment, one tempers the physical body into an impeccable body, and absorbs the aura of heaven and earth to temper it into the dantian.The soul is constantly being condensed, and it is extremely solid, which is to prepare for the state of concentration and condense the yin and yang twin gods.

And the middle-aged soul in a suit is very weak, worse than ordinary people.

Stretching out his hand to grab it, eight light spots flew out from the soul of the middle-aged man in the suit.This is the soul seed, which carries all the memories of a person's life, from birth to death.

With his eyes slightly closed, the eight light spots in Zhang Qingyun's hands burst into soft light.

"Dengdeng."

For a few minutes, Zhang Qingyun stepped back a few steps, as if he had been hit hard.

Zhang Qingyun's face was a little weird, and his eyes became incredible when he looked at the middle-aged man in the suit: "As expected of being an islander, you and your mother actually did what your father and your mother should do!"

"It's really not as good as a pig or a dog!"

So perverted!
With a wave of Zhang Qingyun's hand, eight light spots landed in the middle-aged soul body in the suit.Take out a jade talisman and put this soul into it.

At any rate, he also possessed the strength of the foundation-building realm. The old man holding the abacus and the old man with the hammer had a panoramic view of all this, and his heart almost stopped beating: "Where is this pervert that came out?"

Is there such a strong person in the Kunlun lineage?

It seems that it is not a wise decision to provoke Kunlun!

She actually grabbed the soul and collected the memories of a lifetime!
This is no longer a simple technique, but a fairy technique!

Seemingly aware of what Zhang Qingyun was going to do, the eyes of the two old men were anxious.

If the dirty things they have done are exposed, they will be ruined!

Stink forever!

Pulling the abacus from the hand of the old man with the abacus, Zhang Qingyun was amazed: "There are no wonders in the vastness of the world, and there is such a magic weapon, which is really rare."

With a single swipe, the connection between the abacus and the old man was broken.

The body of the old man Abacus shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was extremely old and looked like a mummy: "It's sad and lamentable. With the help of the magic weapon, the body of the mummy is covered. As a puppet, you still have to be complacent, silly."

After taking the abacus away, Zhang Qingyun grabbed eight spots of light from the soul of the old man with the abacus, closed his eyes, and the expression on Zhang Qingyun's face became more and more gloomy, terribly gloomy.

After a few minutes, Zhang Qingyun opened his eyes: "You really deserve to die!"

"You forgetful scum!"

In just a few minutes, Zhang Qingyun has already understood the life of the old man Abacus, which is a total of 50 walking, which has been more than forty years.
There are countless things that are harmful to nature and reason: "If your soul is not useful for the time being, the poor will definitely crush you!"

This old thing turned out to be one of the main drivers behind the decline of the Dao Sect!

Turning his head and looking at the old man swinging the hammer, Zhang Qingyun's eyes were cold. This old man is also a scumbag. Zhang Qingyun can tell without searching for his memory.

"Are you still crying?"

Zhang Qingyun reached out and patted the old man in Tang suit on the cheek: "So you still have face, I thought you had no face. Crocodile tears are not worthy of sympathy."

Stretching out his hand to grab it, he hammered the old man's soul out of his body, and eight light spots fell into Zhang Qingyun's hands.

Closing his eyes, Zhang Qingyun took a deep breath: "You should be damned!"

It was also a walking 50 old man with a hammer, who even ruined his granddaughter, and then dedicated it to the middle-aged man in a suit just now.

The inheritance of Taoism was interrupted, and this old thing also contributed a lot!
Zhang Daoyi's grandfather fell to his hands!
To be precise, nine of the Taoists who entered the Taoist sect fell into his hands!

"You fucking, you really know how to lick!"

"You are embarrassing your ancestors!"

After receiving the three souls, Zhang Qingyun got the information he wanted, and the sky fire fell, and the three mummies were reduced to ashes.

With a wave of his sleeves, Zhang Qingyun said softly, "Put your ashes in the public toilets, and they will pollute the public toilets."

Walking out of the courtyard, Zhang Qingyun grabbed a futon and walked towards the square.

"Pin Dao Yanfa Andaogu Plaza, come here."

The sound was not loud, floating and spreading around.

In an instant, the Andao Temple was brightly lit, and 200 people rushed here.

When they saw Zhang Qingyun, the people who rushed over were startled: "Daoxuanzi, why are you here?"

This is An Daogu, Zhang Qingyun has no qualifications, and came here without the call of An Daoist's decree!

This is contempt for Andogu!
Unforgivable!

"Where is the real An Dao? Do you have the decree of the real An Dao?"

An old man in his sixties scolded loudly.

"Humph"

Your Daoist An Dao has already gone to hell!

Zhang Qingyun snorted coldly, like Huang Zhong Dalu, exploding in the ears of Taoist Andaogu.

In an instant, the bodies of these two hundred people shook and their faces turned pale.

Zhang Qingyun's voice seemed to come from hell, which made people's soul tremble: "Whoever of you say one more word, I will send him to hell!"

The voice is awe-inspiring, mixed with irresistible majesty.

There are probably not many Taoist priests here, but they are all eagle claws cultivated by Andaogu.Naturally, Zhang Qingyun would not give them a good face, and he was not polite to them: "Poverty Dao is performing here, and you can see that you are lucky in your three lives."

There was a dead silence all around, Zhang Qingyun waved his sleeves, and dozens of jade stones flew down all around.

In an instant, a beam of light emerged from the jade, and each piece of jade had a mysterious connection with each other.

The beam of light disappeared, followed by the jade.

Suddenly, the square seemed to have changed, and no one here could tell what was different.

But they feel that this place seems to have become a cage.

Formation!

Zhang Qingyun waved his hands and set up a simple lost trace formation.

There are about 50 people from An Daogu here, Zhang Qingyun knows best if there are [-] people walking, these people must be found out.

Otherwise, it is a Taoist moth.

Not long after, someone came to the square with doubts.

Seeing the people in An Daogu, and Zhang Qingyun sitting cross-legged on the futon, they stood aside.

As time goes by, the east gradually increases its volume, and the light comes.There are more and more people in the square.

The last ones to come were the two veins of Dragon and Tiger Quanzhen, and the Kunlun people were the last to arrive.

When they heard Zhang Qingyun's voice, they went to Zhang Qingyun's tent immediately.After waiting for a long time, there was no response from Zhang Qingyun, and he entered the tent without seeing Zhang Qingyun.

Therefore, this is the time to rush to Andao Valley.

Zhang Qingyun is indeed here.

In the end, when no one came again, Zhang Qingyun glanced around.

No matter whether they knew it or not, no one said anything.

Even Bai Yunzi was only standing beside Zhang Qingyun at this time, with a vague posture of escorting him.Behind Zhang Qingyun stood Yuhe Tianxia, ​​Xuanjizi and others.

Surrounded by a circle, Zhang Qingyun's surroundings are very safe.

Since coming to An Daogu, Ma Lingyu, who disappeared after a hasty sight, is also vaguely close to Zhang Qingyun.

However, seeing the vigilant eyes of Yu He and others, Ma Lingyu chose to leave a certain distance.

Looking away, Zhang Qingyun said softly: "You have a lot of confusion in your heart. About how the poor Taoist is here, the secret of the Andao Conference, and why the Taoist inheritance was interrupted, all the secrets will be revealed here."

"As for the poor, I will punish the evil people here."

(End of this chapter)