The metaphysics princess fortune-telling spirit, the abstinent and cruel king is addicted to pets

Listening, listening, Nanli heard other information.

No wonder.

She still thinks that Penglai's father is out of his mind, and it turns out that the elder has his own plans.

She speculated that the reason why the elder left was because he didn't listen to advice, thinking that she was just an ordinary person who just used talismans well and didn't take himself seriously at all, so he let the apprentice guard here.

Because the lotus seeds are only used to shape the immortal body, even if they are swallowed privately, they are of no great use.

"Then Chi Jiuzhou is very powerful?" Nan Li became interested.

Only then did the monk realize that he had scolded too much, so he simply shut his mouth and turned his head stubbornly.

Nan Li raised her eyebrows and used a mantra.

She asked again: "What is Chi Jiuzhou? Very powerful?"

"Yes...it's a fairy weapon spear. According to legend, it was used by a Valkyrie. That spear can split the land of Kyushu..."

Before the monk finished speaking, the mantra talisman melted into flames.

Seeing this, Nan Li sighed softly.

This kind of talisman is useful for ordinary people, but the soul of the Jindan cultivator is tough enough, so the talisman can only work for a while.

If you encounter someone with a stronger soul, the talisman will be completely useless.

Thanks to the charm of the Chi Jiuzhou Immortal Artifact, Elder Yuan Ying was attracted to leave for his own selfish desire, otherwise it would be hard to say tonight.

After hearing her words, the monk had a flash of inspiration, and threatened: "My master will be back soon, if you do anything to me, be careful and die a miserable death!"

"Ah? He will come back? Then I'm really scared." Nan Li said, "Then what's your master's name?"

"My master's name is Jiang Chong, is it like thunder?! Are you scared?!"

"Stupid, I'm not from the fairy world, how could I be so loud?" Nan Li took out five copper coins.

"Then why did you ask his name?" the monk was puzzled.

"Give him a divination and ask about good and bad luck."

As Nan Li said, she had already tossed the five copper coins, and then caught them with her hands.

The moonlight is bright.

She glanced at it, then smiled suddenly: "Oh, then I can rest assured that I will attack you."

The monk was stunned, "What do you mean?!"

"Your master, Jiang Chong, is dead." Nan Li's voice was so cold as hell, her expression also turned cold, her eyes darkened.

Presumably there was an accident on the way to find the fairy artifact.

"Impossible!" the monk yelled, "My master is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul! How could he die so easily! Besides, you are a mortal, how can you divination for a cultivator!"

Divination for ordinary people is regarded as revealing the secrets of heaven, and it will damage merit and life.

What's more, they are these heaven-defying monks!
There used to be a powerful talisman cultivator who had a fortune-telling for a powerful man, and he had to use his own soul to get a glimpse of the secret.

It's impossible for someone like Nanli to stand here so well!

Nan Li didn't know why, but she was able to divination and see clearly the life and death of this person.

Too lazy to argue with her, she just said: "Since your master is dead, then I can kill you without worry."

"Wait a minute!"

the monk yelled.

But Nanli had already thrown out the golden hairpin.

In desperation, the cultivator used all his spiritual power to break through the spirit-destroying talisman array.

But in vain.

The golden light is even worse.

The whip was tied tighter.

The monk was already out of breath, and was precisely inserted into his dantian by the golden hairpin!

The dantian was instantly destroyed!
Not only the spiritual power in the dantian, but also the power of the inner alchemy was absorbed by the golden hairpin.

The light scattered, screaming again and again.

The monk felt sad, why did he have such a master, and why did he receive such a difficult task!
His dantian was destroyed, he would not be able to continue to practice in the future!
Rather than that...

Taking advantage of the fact that he still had a little strength, he forcibly mobilized his spiritual power and charged towards his heart!

grunted.

Blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his head drooped weakly.

Once a person dies, the power in the dantian cannot be absorbed.

The hairpin spirit was a little annoyed, it saw the soul of the monk slowly floating out, "Master, take his soul! Let's torture it again!"

The monk was shocked.

Can't beat alive, can't escape death? !
Nan Li rolled her eyes and said, "No need, let him go to the underworld to reincarnate."

She was originally a big enemy, but when the monk heard her words, he was a little moved, "Thank you."

You're so weird.

The gate of hell opens.

Ghosts appear.

"Huh? Are you a disciple of Penglai Island?" asked the ghost messenger.

"Not bad!" the monk asked, "Can the disciples of Penglai Island be reincarnated quickly?"

He wants to start a new life quickly and practice again!

The green-faced fangs of the ghost messenger let out a strange laugh, "Do you still want to be reincarnated? The King of Hades has ordered that all disciples of Penglai Island be put into the frying pan 49 times! Be a beast for 99 times!"

"What?!" After listening to the monk, he wanted to float away quickly.

"Don't even think about running away!" The ghost guard swung out his soul-locking whip, and bound the monk tightly.

He's going to take the ghost back.

Look sideways.

Immediately saluted, and said with a simple smile: "It's the ancestor! The King of Hades misses you again!"

This is Qiu Hai's order.

As soon as the ghost messengers saw Nan Li, they had to say that they missed her.

"I see." Nan Li shook the golden hairpin in her hand, "I'll go see him again when I'm free."

"Okay, let's continue to work, little one, let's go first!" The ghost messenger dragged the monk away and entered the gate of hell.

The monk's eyes widened, no wonder he was so miserable after going to the underworld, it turned out that Nanli was a related household!

regret but too late!

Too late to regret it!
Already useless.

The gate of the underworld was closed, and the ghost roar and scream disappeared.

Nanli withdrew the spirit-killing talisman, and the monk's body fell down.

Another fire talisman was sacrificed, burning his body clean along the way.

Zhou Zida has passed out.

After watching the whole process, Master Zhao and the others couldn't help being stunned and terrified.

The cool moonlight pours down.

Nanli's body seemed to be coated with a layer of glittering light, she was obviously extremely glamorous, but when she approached slowly, everyone was so startled that their bodies shrank back, and they almost shouted to tell her not to come over.

Then Nanli went to Sect Master Zhao and knelt down, clasped his hand, felt for his pulse, and said in a gentle voice, "There seems to be no problem with the internal injury."

Master Zhao regained his composure, and said: "Yes, yes, I can't feel the pain anymore, the talisman of the Ninth Princess is really powerful."

Nan Li smiled, "It's okay, Sect Master Zhao is overrated."

Master Zhao actually wanted to say that you kill people more cleanly and neatly.

I don't know if the Ninth Prince is lucky or unlucky to marry you.

But after thinking about it, the Ninth Prince seems to be more ruthless than her...

From this point of view, the two are a perfect match.

But Master Zhao was worried: "Ninth Princess, you killed that monk, didn't you have to bear karma?"

"He committed suicide, not me." Nan Li said.

"..." Master Zhao didn't expect it to be like this.

Nan Li continued: "But he also died because of me. Normally, I should have compromised my merits. After my two experiments, either the monks have done a lot of sins, and I am doing justice for the heavens. Either There are rules in the way of heaven, people who cultivate immortals go against the sky, and because they are powerful, they will be punished by heaven for killing ordinary people, but ordinary people don’t have to bear the burden of killing them.” (End of this chapter)