Mozun's coffin can't be held down anymore

Chapter 100 Creditors
Dehong didn't dare to look any further. He looked away and lowered his head to report, "Yesterday, Chu Yan escaped from the Demon Palace and strayed into the phantom formation jointly set up by the Sen Luomen and the Holy Land Sect. Afterwards, he disappeared. Everyone in the Demonic Way claimed that he had disappeared. .”

Dehong roughly recounted the news he knew, "The one who went to find Chu Yan was Elder Luo's daughter and disciple, his daughter escaped, and the disciple's body was still left in the magic way, it is said that he encountered a ruins of a monk's cave. The owner of that ruins is most likely the Dissipating Demon Fu Zhe who has cultivated to the Tribulation Realm with the power of his soul."

Speaking of this, Dehong's tone couldn't help but sigh, and he had some bad guesses in his heart, "Master, it is said that there is a thousand-year-old soul-breaking tree guarding Fuzhe Cave Mansion. You think Chu Yan won't... ..."

Could it be that it was attacked by the soul-severing tree and turned into fertilizer for the tree of soul-severing?

Dehong didn't ask for the second half of the sentence, but the unfinished meaning in his words was obvious.

I saw the old man in the mirror who looked like a fairy, stroked his beard twice, shook his head slightly, and said firmly, "No."

"Your junior brother is a man of great fortune, and he will not die easily. A small tree of broken souls will not trouble him."

"Do you need to find out his whereabouts?" Dehong asked.

In the mirror, Patriarch Daoming gently shook his head.

"No, everything has its own will. Your junior brother's fate has already been set, so there is no need to interfere."

"It's okay, you can go down."

After saying this, the figure in the mirror gradually faded, and disappeared under the respectful eyes of Sect Master Dehong, who leaned slightly, and then the clouds that gathered into the mirror also dissipated, and the towering Wangchen Peak returned to calm again .

Only then did Dehong straighten up, looking east through the dissipated position of the cloud mirror, with longing and enthusiasm in his eyes.

At the same time, at the other end of the cloud mirror, beside the turbulent sea water, Patriarch Daoming stood in the air in a white robe and slowly fell down.

With a flash of his figure, when he returned to his cave on the island, his face lived up to the gentle and indifferent look in the cloud mirror.

...

"My lord, everything you want is here."

Seeing Moon Valley, the maid Liu Yang came to the magic palace with a thick stack of scrolls.

This is the record about Wuxianghai that Yu Xi ordered her to collect. All the records related to Wuxianghai among the five sects and three religions of the magic way are all here.

"Originally there was a map to the Wuxianghai at the Ghost Shamen Gate. When I went to get it with Elder Gong who was in charge of the Library Pavilion, I found out that the map was stolen at some time. My subordinates and Elder Gong searched the Library Pavilion In the end, only one rubbing was found.”

Liu Yang carefully took out the rubbings she kept in her arms.

The rubbing paper used seems to be a kind of silky paper, as thin as a cicada's wing, with light shining through the paper surface, and the traces of the paintings on it can't be seen clearly at first glance.

Yu Xi gently held up the rubbings with spiritual power, and with a thought, the light penetrating into the front hall was instantly blocked, and the hall became dark.

At this time, the imprint on the rubbings finally appeared. I don’t know what material it was printed on. It glowed a bit fluorescent, and the picture was a little blurry, but it was vaguely discernible that it was a sea area and some scattered islands.

"This is indeed a map of Wuxianghai." The wooden doll hanging on Yu Xi's waist swayed slightly, and his spiritual consciousness said through voice transmission, "I have seen the island where the master is in the cloud mirror, which is the same as the one in the southwest of the picture. The five-star-shaped islands are very similar."

Yu Xi asked Liu Yang to keep the things he brought.

Yu Xi was the only one left in the hall.

Chu Yan asked, "Are you really planning to go to Wuxianghai?"

In Chu Yan's impression, the only one who can go to Wuxianghai is the great power of his master Daoming Patriarch.

There is absolutely no precedent for crossing the phaseless sea with the state of golden core since ancient times.

"If we can't find a way to crack the puppet, Wuxianghai, we must go." Yu Xi's eyes fell on the wooden puppet.

If you can't find a way to crack it here, it will be impossible to keep Chu Yan in the form of a wooden doll.

After all, we must find a way to restore him to his human body.

While speaking, Yu Xi dug out a few spirit stones from the storage bracelet and suspended them around the wooden doll.The spirit light flickered, and most of the energy in the spirit stone was absorbed by the wooden doll in an instant.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Chu Yan said in a low voice.

"It's okay." Knowing that Chu Yan was not talking about Lingshi, Yu Xi smiled lightly and joked, "Remember to supply me with Lingshi then. Now I'm your creditor."

...

In the middle of the night, in a small town outside Lu'an City, the gate of the town was slightly open, more than a dozen people took advantage of the darkness to quietly leave the town and head north.

Most of the dozen or so people were women, children, old and young, with only two guards accompanying them.

After leaving the town for three to five li, they dared to take out the chariot and call out four spirit horses.

On the carriage, an old woman with a young child in her arms was frowning, and asked the tired woman in a goose-yellow dress beside her, "Can Qin'er's illness be cured in Beizhao?"

"At least there is a glimmer of hope." The woman glanced at the pale child with purple lips in the old woman's arms, and sighed, "There are monks from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect in Beizhao City. It is said that those demon cultivators are good at using poison Good at medicine, Qin'er's disease is caused by fetal poison, maybe they just have a way to cure it. Now this is our only hope, it's better to try our luck than to stay at home and wait for death."

"No matter how bad it is, there is still one day left before the Fuze Grand Formation outside Beizhao City. After accepting the baptism of the Fuze Grand Formation, Qin'er's situation should be better."

Perhaps the carriage was bumping, the child in her arms snorted twice, and the old woman quickly patted her on the back lightly.

After the child fell asleep again, she said to the woman beside her, "You have to know, we won't be able to come back after we leave."

"Nurse, once I'm gone, I don't plan to come back."

The woman's eyes were firm, "No matter how long Qing Yizong's hand is, it can't reach the side of the devil's way. No matter how bad Bei Zhao is, at least there, I don't have to serve Qing Yizong's group of beasts that are inferior to pigs and dogs for the sake of the family. .”

The old woman sighed again, her eyes filled with distress, "Since you have made up your mind, we will take Qin'er and stay in Beizhao. We will make other plans after Qin'er is cured."

Similar scenarios are constantly happening at the junction of Central Continent and North Continent.

The Fukuzawa formation has been open for three consecutive days, and now it is the last day.

If you miss today, most people will never encounter the second Fukuzawa formation in their lifetime.

Compared with the personal benefits, the position of the camp is not so important.

On the last day, the number of people who came to Beizhao was ten times more than the sum of the previous two days.

Some of these people came here on their own initiative, and some were forced to leave their homeland.

But more than forty adults decided to stay and settle down after visiting Beizhao City. In just a few days, the number of Beizhaocheng residents was several times that of the original.

These people received the tasks issued by the City Lord's Mansion and enjoyed the benefits brought by the new city regulations.

I sincerely thank the Demonic Dao that built this city, and the Mozun-sama enshrined by the Demonic Dao.

"I heard that these regulations were drawn up by that adult."

"Even this Beizhao New City was proposed by adults."

Moon Valley, the bedroom of the Demon Palace.

In her sleep, when Yu Xi didn't realize it, her cultivation kept rising.

(End of this chapter)