Royal Master Painter

Chapter 380 Carrying Basket (Two in One)

There is no need to talk about Shen Dachi's cultivation and strength, even Song Yingzhong felt great pressure.

"I admit that you are very strong." Song Yingzhong said.

"I don't need you to admit it." Shen Dachi didn't give him any face at all, "There are not many strong people in the world who are at the ninth level of immortality, and I can name every one of them, but why have I never heard of your name. "

"I'm just a small person." Song Yingzhong laughed.

"If people who look at the Nine Levels of Immortals are all small people, then who else in this world is a big shot? Song Yingzhong is not your real name, right? Your eyebrows and eyes look like a person."

Song Yingzhong didn't answer Shen Dachi's words directly.

"I'm not the only one who came to Qingdu to see the Nine-Layer Wangxian. The saintesses of the Baiyang Sect, the left and right protectors, and the heads of the four spiritual officials are all strong in the Ninth-Layer Realm!"

The outside situation is all under Wei Changli's control, Wei Changli's eyes flicked to the direction of the carrying basket An, and Ci Zhaoren who was in the carrying basket seemed to have sensed it too.

"Master, what's the matter?" Chao Yin asked,
"It's Wei Changli, he's coming soon."

"It's a good time to come, maybe we can join hands to kill this strong man who controls the spirit." Another old woman with a hunched back said.

"Don't think that if you have an advantage in numbers, you will be sure to win. What we have to face is the deepest character in Yuling Continent. If it is not necessary, Wei Changli is the opponent I don't want to meet," Ci Zhaoren said.

Standing in front of the landscape pen stand, Wei Changli took a step forward, and his body directly entered the painting made by Yunshi.

There is still room inside this marble painting surrounded by mist. No one would have imagined that there are three futons placed inside this marble painting, two of which are empty, and a white-haired old man sits cross-legged on the futon on the left.

The old man was in an extremely weird state, his skin was withered and his face was ashen, but he always maintained a ray of vitality, as if he was in suspended animation.

Wei Changli came in front of the old man, and the ink stains turned into countless small characters in his palm. The words fell out of his hand and landed on the old man, and were completely absorbed by the withered body.

Soon, the old man's hand moved slightly.

"Mr. Changji, now is the time for Wenfu to rely on your strength."

After Wei Changli's voice fell for a long time, the old man spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

"Changli, what's going on?"

Wei Changli took out a crutch from the side and handed it over, then helped the old man get up.

Changji, very few people in this generation of Wenfu have heard of this name, but in the time of Lord Xiaoyao, Changji was the first teacher of Wenfu, and now he is the only remaining elder.

"It is the comeback of the Baiyang Sect"

"I said in the Battle of Meridian Valley back then that the Baiyang Sect originated from the age of ignorance and is far older than the Eight Houses. They are rooted in the evil of human nature. It is impossible to wipe them out with a single battle." Chang Mr. Ji Da hunched over, leaning on crutches and holding his hands behind his back.

"Your judgment was correct back then. The Baiyang Sect is growing at an unimaginable speed. It has only been a few years since then, and it has the confidence to dare to attack Qingdu."

"Where are they?"

"Basket An!"

Mr. Chang Jida paused in his footsteps, and then asked.

"That person is being imprisoned in the basket."

"That's what worries me the most."

"Sure enough, you can wake me up. I think the situation will be worse than what you said, but with Daoxuan around, he can also stabilize the situation."

Mr. Chang Jida raised his head and looked over the capital, with some doubts in his eyes.

"Why didn't I feel Daoxuan's breath?"

"Brother has passed away." Wei Changli sighed.

"Is there anyone in this world who can take Daoxuan's life?"

"Senior brother took in a good seedling for the Wen family, a member of the Jiang family, and entrusted his life to him.

I am also going to pin the hope of the Wenfu on him, this is the only comforting thing in this catastrophe of the eight prefectures. "

"Wen Mansion has gone through many winds and rains for more than 2000 years, as long as we find a suitable inheritor, we will be able to stand still!" Mr. Chang Jida smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together.

Tilanqian is the place where the Wenfu detains criminals, and it is also a forbidden area of ​​the Wenfu. There is a heavy magic circle around it to prevent people from approaching, and it is guarded by the swordsman Chen Daoshu and Feng Erpi.

It's just that these two people were all driven out of Qingdu by Wei Changli, and Ci Zhaoren arrived with three strong men of the three immortals and nine levels. This kind of magic circle was only blocked for a moment before it was broken.

The whole picture of Tilan An was displayed in the eyes of several people. The place where Tilan An was built was a special mountain range, and all the mountains were indestructible rocks, and they had been specially reinforced.

There are many prisons built from bottom to top in this mountain range, and even the strong of the nine levels of Wangxian are hard to destroy.

"Who dares to approach the basket!"

The guard carrying the basket also found out that there was an outsider intruding, but just after shouting, the person had already limply fell to the ground.

"Master, shouldn't we take down Wenfu in one go? Why did we come here?" Chao Yin asked.

"People in the Wenfu pride themselves on being righteous and famous in the world, but their greatest evil is hidden here."

Ci Zhaoren's spiritual power was released, and the whole Tilanyan mountain shook instantly, and the detainees looked out of the iron bars one after another.

"The leader? It's the leader!"

"Master, save me!"

Basically all the prisons wailed, each of these people was scarred, and even only skin and bones were left.

Chao Yin looked at a man who had almost become a man, and always felt a little familiar!
"Green Lion Yuanjun?"

"It's me, the saint is me..."

The man called Qingshi Yuanjun was so excited that he was about to cry, but he still had no tears.

Chaoyin couldn't believe it, Qingshi Yuanjun was the strong man that Baiyangjiao absorbed in Wanyao Mansion 200 years ago.

Wang Xian's fifth level of cultivation could have been regarded as the mainstay of the Baiyang Sect, but it disappeared inexplicably during the mission.

The former Qingshi Yuanjun was tall and burly, and he had nothing to do with the sunken-eyed man with a lame leg.

There are other people in the prison, who are all strong men from the Baiyang Sect who disappeared a few years ago.

"Why are they here?"

"The Holy Maiden doesn't know something. In the Battle of Meridian Valley, the strength of our Baiyang Sect was severely damaged. Many strong people in the Sect were captured. That's how we got the basket."

"Didn't they execute the people of the Baiyang Sect when they caught them? Why did they imprison them?" Even the saintess Chaoyin didn't know these things.

"Because there is an extremely special existence among these captured people, they want to kill but can't, so they can only seal it permanently.

But the seal will always expire one day, once the seal is broken, it will be an earth-shattering event.

Therefore, the people in the Wenfu thought of a vicious method, imprisoning their enemies in Tilanan, and raising these people as animals, absorbing spiritual power and life from them day after day through Tilanan's prison , to strengthen the seal.

After the Battle of Meridian Valley, the Wen Mansion had also reached a precarious time, but after Wei Changli took over, in just 800 years, countless geniuses were cultivated, countless new techniques were created, and even returned to the peak period.

Of course, Wei Changli's wisdom and skills are unparalleled in the world, but there is another more important reason, that is, those scribes in the Wenfu are all experimenting with new methods with living people in baskets. "

Chao Yin saw that, as expected, all the detainees in the prison were seriously injured.Some people even have a human head but a beast's body, obviously created by Feng Erpi.

Almost all of them are begging for help. They have been imprisoned in Tilanqian for hundreds or even hundreds of years. Their only wish is to leave, or die directly, instead of being kept in captivity like pigs and dogs.

"Of course I will save you!"

Ci Zhaoren gave Gu Po a look, Gu Po understood, and weird bugs flew into the prison.

"Officer Tapir, go and open the top cell"

Tapir was the head of the four spiritual officials, he said very little, and went to the cell at the top of Tilanyan alone.

I don't know who is imprisoned in this cell, looking at Immortal Jiuzhong's cultivation base, he already felt heart palpitations even before he got close.

"I can feel it getting closer!"

Seeing that the tapir was about to touch the prison door, Ci Zhaoren's face was filled with joy. After so many years, this is the closest Baiyang Sect has come to success.

"Young man, this cell is also very dangerous. I advise you to leave."

The sudden sound startled Tapir, he didn't know when an old man with a cane had already stood behind him.

The old man was already in his dying years, and it seemed that a gust of wind could blow him there, so he didn't care about it, only Ci Zhaoren and Baiyangjiao You Dharma Gu Po were a little surprised.

"This old monster Changji is still alive?" Gu Po was shocked.

"Tapist Spirit Officer, be careful!"

Before the words fell, Tapir Yuanjun didn't even see when the old man made a move, and his whole body flew upside down and hit the ground.

"You've already shown up, so it's time for Wei Changli to show up too." Ci Zhaoren asked.

"I've been here for a long time."

A voice like a wandering soul rang out behind Ci Zhaoren's ears, and Gu Po and Chao Yin sensed that it was attacking from left to right, but their Wangxian Jiuzhong's full-strength attack couldn't even break through Wei Changli's body-protecting aura.

"I knew you would come to carry the basket, so I made some preparations early!"

As soon as Wei Changli finished speaking, large characters were spread out on the mountain wall around the basket, each word was as important as dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

"Write half of the river, and the inkstone stains the waterlogged pond black. If you win hundreds of parents, you will get dragons and phoenixes."

"What a good word!" Ci Zhaoren said.

"This character is not only well written, it can also kill people."

Wei Changli smiled, and the words on the scroll merged into ink dragons and phoenixes. Six dragons and six phoenixes occupied the valley, and one of them directly swallowed Gu Po and Baiyang Saintess Chaoyin in one gulp.

Wei Changli looked at the leader of the Baiyang Sect, Zhao Zhaoren, and wanted to see something from his face.

"I don't remember any brothers or nephews of the Ci family? Can you tell me what kind of relationship you have!"

"No."

Facing the most terrifying opponent in Yuling Continent, Ci Zhaoren didn't panic at all.

"If you can't, you can't. If you kill you, this nonsense should end."

"Wei Changli..." Ci Zhaoren's eyes were full of excitement and excitement, "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"

Wei Changli and Ci Zhaoren, the two top powerhouses in Yuling Continent, are about to start a battle.

There are also two masters in the Wenfu, the old devil Zhengyan taught by the Wenfu and the guard of the pavilion.

The two also wanted to participate in such a big battle, but Wei Changli arranged other tasks. Apart from the Baiyang Sect, Wenfu also had another potential enemy.

Even if Wei Changli did it himself, it would take a lot of effort to break open the eight dragon realms in the sky, and the people in the White Tiger Nine-Old Association are all old monsters with powerful means. If they also participate in Qingdu In the midst of the war, the Wen Mansion will undoubtedly come to a dead end.

The guards of the pavilion closely monitored these old monsters, but fortunately they did not make any further moves after supporting the Babu Tianlong Realm.

"As expected of the Wenfu, the Baiyang Sect is aggressively attacking, and even dispatched strong men to watch over us." Old Monster Chen said.

"I didn't expect that besides Lu Daoxuan, there would be other Immortal Nine Levels. Wei Changli's collection is really deep," Zu Wannian said.

"Wei Changli is famous for being tolerant in the Eighth Mansion. If you look at the masters who suddenly appeared in Qingdu, some of them are well-known to outsiders. I am afraid that the old scribes in the Wen Mansion don't even know it."

No matter what they said, the guards always turned a deaf ear and did not say a word, even if they concealed sarcasm, they would not hear it at all, and sat not far from the people of the Guruhui.

As long as they don't leave, the guards don't care about anything.

And the person who is in charge of guarding Old Devil Yan is the leader of the White Lake Guruhui, Boss Qing.

In contrast, Boss Qing was very quiet, standing on a high place looking down at Qingdu, even though he knew that Old Demon Yan was here to watch, not only did he not drive him away, but he invited him instead.

"Yan Ji, why don't you come and have a seat," said Boss Qing.

Old Devil Yan was a little surprised, wondering why the leader of the White Lake Guruhui knew his name that had not been used for many years.

"Don't be surprised, I know all the powerhouses in the eight prefectures, whether they are in the open or in the dark."

Boss Qing threw him a jug of wine, Yan Ji wanted to see Boss Qing's face clearly, but was blocked by a moiré mask, so he didn't know what his expression was.

Yan Ji tasted it, and instantly realized that it was the wine from Qingdu Old Wine Street.

"Nanling wine is the best, but I don't think so. The wine in Qingdu Old Wine Street is the most charming, especially virgin wine."

"The wine shoppers in the old wine street pick the fruits of the four seasons, and then select beautiful and pure women, let them peel off the seeds and pulp with their mouths, and then store them in the old cellar.

The wine brewed in this way is not only not contaminated with worldly atmosphere, but also has fragrance and lightness, which makes people have endless aftertaste. "

Even when drinking, Boss Qing only showed his mouth.

"You seem to know Qing very well." Yan Ji asked tentatively.

"That's right. I have traveled all over Yuling's mountains and rivers, and I always feel that Qing Dynasty is the most beautiful place. It's not only the magnificent scenery, but also the human scenery. No matter what, I can't get enough of it."

"Then why do you still conspire with the Baiyang Sect to clear the capital?"

"When the Eight Houses were first established, they made great contributions to enlightening the wisdom of the people, but after so many years, they have gradually fallen into darkness, and they have begun to decay and harbor filth.

Even the Wenfu is the same, many dirty things in the Wenfu are handled by you, you should know better than me.

So the Eight Houses are no longer suitable for this era, I am just pushing the boat along with the flow. "Boss Qing took it for granted.

"Want to subvert the Eight Houses? Just rely on you people?" Yan Ji smiled disdainfully.

"Do you think that the Baiyang Sect only has these people you see? Do you think that the White Lake Guruhui is what you imagined? If I don't have the ability to subdue a tiger, do you think I will seek skin from a tiger?"

(End of this chapter)