Qeng Ho Mage

Chapter 6

The sound of shouting and killing resounded through the valley.

Grandma Spring Silkworm is like a mouse crossing the street, being chased and beaten by the monsters in the valley.

It is in a dangerous situation now, and there is no escape.

It tried to spread its wings and fly away, but the Star Dou Dingwen hanging in the air was like an iron curtain, and it could be easily knocked down to the ground.

Casting spells has no effect. Every time it starts to be a monster, it will always be suppressed by Fang Dushu and thrown into the spring silkworm cauldron. After it dies down, it will be thrown out and handed over to the red-robed mother-in-law and the iron-skeleton skeleton to kill.

After repeated hacking and killing several times in this way, Grandma Spring Silkworm soon lost her wings and was severely injured, reaching the verge of death.

When death was approaching, Grandma Chuncan was full of anger and resentment.

The spring silkworm tripod was originally its personal treasure, but now it has become its vital gate.

Thinking that it has been studying the spring silkworm tripod for three years, but the solution to the tripod mouth is not complete, so it can only barely open the lid of the tripod, and use the spring silkworm tripod as a closed space.

Fang Dushu only looked at the Spring Silkworm Ding Wen for an hour or two, and he had already resolved the tripod and moved it freely.

God is so unfair.

Thinking of this, Grandma Chuncan suddenly stopped in place and did not move.

"The old demon is exhausted!"

"The old demon has surrendered!"

"Little ones, one bite at a time, eat the old demon to satisfy your hunger!"

The red-robed mother-in-law and the iron-skeleton led the way in shouting.

When they rushed to Grandma Spring Silkworm, they were about to raise their mouths to bite wildly, but they saw dense black silk spraying out, and caught them all in one go.

Grandma Spring Silkworm's unique sorcery is silk, and this time she spit out a lot of silk, as if she sacrificed all the memory in her body in one breath, and bound the group of monsters tightly.

The iron bone skeleton is like a fish caught in a net, no matter how hard it struggles, it will be of no avail, and anxiously shouted: "Fellow Taoist Huatan, hurry up and subdue this old demon!"

Before he could say anything, Fang Dushu had already started to act.

But while Fang Dushu was casting a spell, a blue thread suddenly ran for a long distance, hung directly on Fang Dushu's brocade robe, and then wrapped around the air, binding Fang Dushu's arms.

Fang Dushu didn't expect it, Grandma Spring Silkworm seems to have just opened her mouth, and the silkworm silk broke through the air and struck him, leaving him no time to escape.

But it doesn't matter, although his arms are tied, it doesn't affect his casting of the imperial cauldron.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the red-robed mother-in-law was warning loudly: "It's no good, this old demon is going to set himself on fire, and drag us to death together. Friends of Hua Tan, quickly suppress it with a cauldron, only the spring silkworm cauldron can stop it The demon fire!"

Fang Dushu looked at the battlefield and saw Grandma Chuncan was looking at him with resentment, her eyes were full of madness, she suddenly shook her body, aroused the moth fire, the fire spread in the wind, instantly ignited all the silk around, and followed Strips of silk spread outward.

One of the lines of fire rushed towards Fang Dushu.

At this critical juncture, Fang Dushu tried to suppress the spring silkworm grandma with a tripod to prevent the fire from spreading.

But Grandma Spring Silkworm was desperate, it used all its monster power, wrapped the red-robed mother-in-law and the iron-skeleton skeleton around her, and bound them into hemp flowers, the body of the tripod could no longer hold it.

Fang Dushu immediately received his merits and decided to escape first.

He stomped his feet violently, his body flew up from the ground, and the Yufeng Orb also slipped out of his arms, turning into a wave of wind and waves, wrapping him and fleeing out of the valley.

But he just flew halfway up the mountain, and his body was suspended in the air.

He didn't break the silk wrapped around him, Grandma Spring Silkworm desperately grabbed the other end of the silk thread to prevent him from escaping.

He didn't panic, after all it was a thin thread, as long as he summoned the spring silkworm cauldron and put the cauldron on the thread, he would be able to escape.

But at this moment, moth flames were attached to the silk, and it was already burning to him. Even if he could escape, he would be injured in the end.

"Master, I'm here to help you!"

Seeing that his master was in trouble, the green-skinned zombie immediately summoned the demon wind.

It flew to Fang Dushu, grabbed the silk with both hands, and opened its mouth to bite.

This silk is extremely sharp, the harder it bites, the more it bites back. It only took one bite, and one of its fangs was cut off, but it didn't care, and used all its demonic power, using both hands and teeth, the silk broke immediately.

"Master, run!"

The green-skinned zombie yelled, bumped his head against Fang Dushu, and helped Fang Dushu fly out of the gap between the two mountains, away from the valley safely.

It itself was entangled in silk, fell to the bottom, and could never stand up again.

When Fang Dushu stopped in the air and turned around, the valley was already ablaze with flames.

He tried to go back to the valley to rescue, but the fire was too strong.

The entire valley is like a pool of fire, and it is impossible to get close to it.

Fang Dushu recalled the Xingdou Dingwen, combined them into the Spring Silkworm Ding, and dropped the green-skinned zombie to the place where it fell, hoping that it could catch the legs of the tripod and pull it up.

But no matter how Fang Dushu shouted, the green-skinned zombie never responded.

It was burned to death the moment it hit the fire.

No bones left.

Fang Dushu stayed outside the valley for a long time, finally staring at the fire area, mourning silently.

"Idiot, idiot, master shouldn't suspect you, you are really loyal!"

"The master will tell you the truth. In fact, the master is not a zombie, but a human being. But the master didn't mean to lie to you."

"Originally, the master wanted to call you brothers and sisters, but you insisted on being loyal, so the master can only push the boat along, otherwise wouldn't it make you feel chilling?"

"You have no children, and the master wants to return this favor to you. Hey, it's hard."

"From now on, if the master meets your close relatives, the master will give you face, make friends if you can make good friends, and treat you kindly if you can."

Fang Dushu knew in his heart that the rice bucket was not loyal to him, and if the rice bucket knew that he was pretending to be a zombie detective, he might fight with his life.

But Fang Dushu was still moved by the behavior of the idiot who gave up his life.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness.

Wait until the fire goes out.

He was emotionally cold.

At this time the night receded.

The morning light breaks.

Fang Dushu stepped into the valley.

Looking around, the eyes are scorched black.

Fang Dushu turned around in the valley, but found no corpse.

Including the red-robed mother-in-law, the iron skeleton skeleton and the demon body of the rice bucket, there is no trace, not even the ashes of the corpses can be found, all of which have been scorched by moth flames.

The items were also basically incinerated.

Fang Dushu searched every corner, only found a silkworm shell and a bronze mirror.

The silkworm shell is shed by the spring silkworm's grandma, which can resist the moth fire, so it survived.

As for the bronze mirror...

Fang Dushu wiped the mirror, and saw a vivid landscape picture sealed in the mirror.

He immediately thought of Yibao: "Shenzhen Mirror!" '

Highly simulated portraits or landscapes can be sealed in the camera lens.

The monks made this kind of treasure at first to commemorate their relatives and friends, and sealed their true faces on mirrors, picture frames or scrolls, and hung them in the cave to show their memory.

Later, the use gradually increased.

Now it has become a daily necessity for monks.

Because the refining of Shenshenbao is relatively easy, the mortal world has also begun to popularize it.

However, refining is carried out with the use of spiritual consciousness. If the cultivation base is too low and the spiritual consciousness is too weak, then the God-Provoking Treasure will not have much imitation.

The stronger the spiritual consciousness and the more proficient it is in using it, the more refined the sacrifice of the Sheshen Treasure will be, and the more realistic the scenery will be.

In Fang Dushu's hands, the sealed landscape image is as real as a photo.

It took his breath away.

In view of the fact that the main function of the Progenitor Mirror is to commemorate, the refining materials are often kept away from fire and water, which is why the mirror was not destroyed by moth fire.

He carefully screened the contents of the environment.

This is a moonlit night environment. Under the moonlight, a knife-sharpened cliff shines. The center of the cliff is shimmering with a pale yellow light wall, and there is a faint shadow of a door on the wall.

He secretly wondered: "Could it be whose cave location is this?"

It is commonplace in the world of cultivating immortals to save a certain address with the God-Censoring Mirror.

But he immediately shook his head again: "Even if it's a cave, I don't know where the cliff stands, so how can I find it!"

This Divine Mirror is a waste product for the time being.

(End of this chapter)