Gou was 100 years before the game opened

Chapter 257

"Do people disappear here?"

Holding a bronze command arrow in her hand, the old woman muttered to herself, her eyes penetrated into the void, and her complexion suddenly moved.

"not good."

She flipped her hand to put away the command arrow, just wanting to stay away from this place.

But a voice behind her made her freeze on the spot.

"Grandma, since you're here, why bother to leave?"

When she turned around, she saw that the clouds had dispersed, and a young man with a calm expression was holding a woman with a confused face standing behind him.

"Who are you, why did you call me to stop you?"

The old woman looked puzzled.

Fang Chang smiled faintly and said, "Grandma, aren't you looking for us?"

The old woman shook her head and said: "I don't know what you are talking about, I am just passing by here, please forgive me if I disturb you, and leave."

Fang Chang didn't stop him, he just said:
"I've always been a soft-hearted person, and if someone wants to arrange my life, I always want to smash it all.

Although the red line is strong, it is not enough to control my mind.

I am waiting for you here just to ask what happened.

If you make me confused, even if I suffer backlash, I will fight with you to lose both. "

The old woman finally stopped moving.

She sighed, turned around and looked at Fang Chang and said:

"As expected of the person selected by the red thread, I also want to know who did the wrong thing, so I told you about the red thread."

She knew very well that if Chang Fang knew about the red thread, he would never act as if nothing had happened, and have lived with Ruyan in peace for nearly five years, and he would not let the red thread be planted until it suddenly erupted recently. .

After all, if he really knew the function of the red thread, he wouldn't talk to her so calmly.

The two did not shy away from each other.

But Ruyan is like listening to a book from heaven, and doesn't understand anything at all.

Including the fact that the person next to her pillow suddenly turned into a fairy master flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, she was even more frightened than surprised.

Fang Lang in her impression was a talented scholar with a romantic nature, but the current Fang Chang made her feel strange and even scared.

She felt that her Fang Lang might have died long ago, and was occupied by the immortal master in front of her.

"Fang Lang, what are you talking about?"

She looked at Fang Chang expectantly, and asked:
"Is this all a dream?"

Fang Chang smiled, patted her hand and said:

"Close your eyes and think it's all a dream. When you wake up, everything will be as it was."

He could see the fear in Ruyan's heart, but he didn't force her to accept everything.

Ru Yan trembled and closed her eyes, she felt that she had entered a warm world, where there was light, flowers, and the little house of her dreams.

Princess Fangchang hugged Ruyan who had fallen asleep, and said to the old woman:
"Grandma, let's find a place to talk."

The old woman nodded: "Alright."

……

A small mountain pavilion has experienced wind and rain and fell into disrepair for a long time.

Fang Chang and the old woman landed and swept away the dust.

"Who are you? Why did you find me?"

Fang Chang asked straight to the point.

The old woman replied: "The old man is the Hongchen envoy of the Hongchen Sect. It wasn't that we found you, but the red thread chose you."

"What the hell is the red thread?"

Fang Chang's identification technique can only give him basic information, and that kind of omniscient and omnipotent can't do it yet.

But the old woman shook her head and said, "I answered a question for you, and you should also answer a question for me."

Fang Chang was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "You can ask."

The old woman said: "How did you learn about the red thread? This is a secret of our sect. Few people know about it except the red dust envoys."

Fang Zhang opened his mouth and said, "I've only heard about the name of the red thread, so I'm not sure. That day, my Heavenly Eye, which I had cultivated for many years, finally achieved a small success. When I examined myself, I accidentally saw it."

As he said that, his eyes flashed, and he performed an appraisal on the old woman on the spot.

The old woman was trembling all over, and felt that some kind of mysterious gaze swept her whole body up and down, as if all her privacy had been leaked.

She who was still a little skeptical was shocked on the spot.

"There are such heavenly eye secrets in this world?"

The feeling of being spied on and having nowhere to hide was really terrifying. A murderous intent rose instinctively in her heart, but she suppressed it.

Fang Chang succeeded in pretending to be coercive, and by the way peeped at the old woman's character panel information, seeing that she was only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and did not even have the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul, so he felt relieved.

He sneered and said: "The world is so big, there are so many wonders, how much do you know?
If it weren't for my protection with the secret art of the sky eye, I'm afraid I would have been plotted by you a long time ago.

This red line exudes an ominous atmosphere, which is not a good thing at first glance.No matter what, I will settle this account with you Hongchen Sect in the future. "

The old woman could not refute.

That's true, the world is so vast that even the great cultivator of Huashen cannot exhaust the mysteries of the world. She has never heard of this kind of celestial eye secret technique, and it is normal.

She could only scream unlucky in her heart.

It is difficult to refine this secret treasure led by the red thread. Once it is seen through, most of the effect will be lost.

If he waited a little longer, until the love was deeply planted, even if he knew about the red line, he would not be able to extricate himself, why would he question her like he is now.

She thought for a while and answered Fang Chang's question just now.

"Red Thread Pulling is the secret technique of my Red Dust Sect. It is to find a thread of love that idiots and resentful women in the world are entangled with. Three thousand threads of love can be gathered into one red thread, and the secret treasure of Red Thread Pulling can be achieved.

The red thread can help people find a good relationship.

The red thread was originally planted on Miss Ruyan, and if Miss Ruyan chose you, the red thread also chose you. "

Fang Chang shook his head and said, "It's hard for us to talk about it if you hide it like this."

"Did you forget to mention the sad consequences of the marriage formed by the red thread?"

The old woman's complexion changed slightly: "How do you know?"

This is almost one of the biggest secrets of the Red Line.

A beautiful name cannot conceal the essence of its magic and secret arts.

The Hongchen Sect is actually also called the Hongchen Demon Sect, but because it is very low-key and powerful, not many people are willing to provoke it, so its reputation is not obvious.

Of course, even if he is famous, Fang Chang may not know it.

Who told him not to be a local?

But at this moment, Fang Chang pretended to be more like anyone else.

"Do you think I'm a groundless person with such tyrannical eyes?"

"What's the use of the red thread, tell the truth, otherwise, after today, you will be the biggest sinner of the Hongchen Sect."

Fang Chang didn't believe that the red thread drawn after so much effort was made to achieve a bad relationship, there must be some information that he didn't know.

The old woman is not frightened.

Her expression turned cold and she said: "The Hongchen sect has been in existence for thousands of years, and has never been threatened by anyone."

Fang Chang paused, but said with a smile: "Don't be angry, old woman, I'm just kidding you.

Come on, keep going.

It's your turn to ask. "

Just as the old woman was about to open her mouth, she found Zhihai Lingjue frantically warning her.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Chang groaned, and said helplessly: "You found out, and you don't want to tell me the truth, so I have to ask you in my own way."

He reached out.

Hundreds of black shadows rose to the sky, and the huge momentum almost covered the sky.

"A third-order corpse puppet?"

The old woman looked at the expressionless corpse puppets in the sky in disbelief.

"How come there are so many?!"

Even the Nascent Soul cultivator who is proficient in puppets can't have so many third-order puppets.

And this is not another type of puppet, but a corpse puppet.

This is a very simple way of refining puppets, but the requirements for materials are extremely high. If you want to refine a third-level corpse puppet, you need at least a fourth-level body, which is the Nascent Soul Realm.

Hundreds of corpse puppets represent the lives of hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators!

What kind of Nascent Soul is this? It's clearly a hidden Great Demon King!
How many lives of his comrades have been contaminated on his hands.

The old woman regretted being so careless.

I have known for a long time that the people chosen by the red line are all people with profound luck and long-lasting luck. Otherwise, they cannot bear the influence of the red line.

But she really didn't expect that this time it was not a big crocodile, but a dragon that fell into the mortal world.

This has far exceeded her ability to bear.

But Fang Chang didn't give her time to regret it.

He has always been a polite person, if the old woman obediently told him the truth, then naturally he would not make things difficult for her.

But after he gave threats and warnings, she didn't take it seriously, which is too much.

He doesn't want to lose face.

These hundreds of corpse puppets were all guards who had fought with Fang Tiezhu for many years. They had a lot of experience in besieging and killing Yuanying, so Fang Chang didn't need much manipulation.

Because they themselves have simple spirituality, it is enough to remember this simple and crude way of fighting.

Boom!
Hundreds of puppets fell like shells.

The old woman has nowhere to hide.

When she flicked her cuffs, a pink silk handkerchief twirled out, like a canopy protecting her underneath.

The attacking puppet hit Sipa's body protection aura, making a dull sound.

The old woman finally had the strength to catch her breath. She made a formula in her hand and muttered, and saw countless pink smoke filling out from under her skirt, covering her sight.

It is the unique spiritual art of Hongchen sect - Hongchen confusion.

Once cast, it seems to be surrounded by the chaotic world of mortals, and even the spiritual consciousness cannot be seen through. It is an excellent invisibility and escape from the spirit.

The old woman didn't intend to force Fang Chang at all.

One is that you can't beat it at all.

Not to mention Fang Chang, she is no match for these puppets alone.

There is a huge gap between the Nascent Soul Realm and the Golden Core Realm, but when the gap is a hundred times larger, it doesn't seem that big.

Not to mention that there is an unfathomable person of the same realm next to him.

The second thing is that if you can beat it, you can't fight it.

Since Fang Chang was selected by the red thread, he was the one who should be robbed. If she broke it, she would not be able to bear the anger of the owner of the red thread.

That is her path to enlightenment, and anyone who tries to destroy it will die forever.

And as the confusion of the world of mortals unfolded, the many puppets who were originally aggressive were like headless flies that lost their way and lost their targets.

A smile appeared on the corner of the old woman's mouth.

This mortal confusion has always been unfavorable, even the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator of the same realm faced it, and it took a lot of effort to dispel the confusion and find a clear path.

At that time, she had long since disappeared without a trace.

Just when she was leaving, a heavy punch came, and then a thousand blows, the light of the magic weapon in front of her shattered with a crash.

She herself was beaten hard.

I saw that the many puppets who had lost their way seemed to have opened perspective at this time, ignoring the interference of the confusion of the world of mortals, and hitting her body shield heavily every time.

The pink silk handkerchief has an extra rip.

Fang Chang's laughter came: "Grandma, have you forgotten that I still have the secret technique of the sky eye?"

Fang Chang's eyebrows opened the eyes of the demon, opened the vision of the void, and controlled the puppets to attack remotely, just like pushing a boss in a group.

He only needs to manipulate the puppet to continuously attack and consume the boss's blood and mana.

And he himself has his own resurrection point.

It didn't take long for the puppets that were severely broken by the old woman to be intact again and go into battle again.

The old woman only felt that she was facing more and more puppets instead of fewer and fewer puppets.

Because the puppet's cooperation is becoming more and more tacit, and it seems to be growing according to her attack methods.

The old woman gradually despaired.

Fang Chang didn't even make a move himself, and only relied on some third-order puppets to force her to this point.

The puppet offensive became more and more fierce, and the roar continued to resound in the mountains.

The tops of the mountains were directly collapsed, the wind swept up the dust and sand, countless big trees were uprooted, and the herds of beasts ran away.

Thanks to the desolation of the population here, otherwise it is unknown how many people would have suffered.

The old woman only felt that the mana in her body was being consumed at an unimaginable limit speed, and suddenly a white jade-like palm protruded from the void.

"Suppressing Prison Qi!"

The infinite power hit the pink silk handkerchief, and the old woman felt that a mountain was crushed down, and she couldn't support it anymore when she was already at her limit.

The magic-level silk handkerchief was torn apart and scattered all over the place.

She herself vomited blood even more, the mana in her body was directly scattered, and the primordial spirit was sealed before she could escape in the future.

I was caught under the arm of a puppet like a little chicken, and I was unconscious.

"I'll give you a chance, don't you want it."

"The old man is the messenger of the world of mortals, who protects the people of the world of mortals. If you hurt the old man, you are the enemy of the whole world of mortals."

In a daze, the old woman instinctively wanted to move out of the background to protect herself.

Fang Chang smiled: "The person who crossed the catastrophe, did you talk about Ruyan?"

The old woman's complexion changed: "What did you do to me?"

This is her secret, so she won't say it casually.

Fang Chang's eyebrows flickered with the eyes of the demon, and said lightly:

"Small tricks that allow you to open up."

When the divine light of the heavenly demon fell, the old woman showed a struggling look. When a demon seed fell into the sea of ​​consciousness between her brows, and a golden body of a demon Buddha full of anger suppressed it, her face calmed down instead.

It's just that a trace of pain and struggle flashed across her face from time to time, obviously she hasn't given in yet.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. I'm not a guest here. I just want to borrow the land to practice in a simple way. Why is it so difficult?"

Fang Chang muttered to himself:
"Since Gou Dao can't keep it, let me go completely crazy while I'm still young."

"I want to see, with my current strength, how many people in this world can stop me!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand towards the sky, and said with a smile:
"Miss Yao Ji, I am Her Majesty's registered disciple and nephew's son-in-law, remember to save my dog's life when the time comes."

It doesn't matter if anyone above can hear it.

Fang Chang seemed to have taken a reassurance.

With a wave of his hand, he put away the other puppets, leaving only one with the unconscious old woman.

He picked up Ru Yan himself, found a direction at random, and flew away.

(End of this chapter)