Pindao's surname is Zhang, his ancestor is Immortal Immortal

Chapter 130 The terrain of the Nine Palaces locks the Immortal! Qitian stick suppresses demonic corpses

Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes.

Only Zhang Yuqing admired himself in front of the portrait.

He was shameless and shamelessly turned around and asked Zhao Longxiang, "Brother Zhao, who do you think is more beautiful between Sajia and Qi Tian?"

Zhao Longxiang rolled his eyes and said, "Ba Quan, I admit that your martial arts talent is not weaker than mine, but in terms of appearance, I advise you not to ask for trouble and humiliation."

"You just make me sick."

After saying that, he closed his eyes silently and did not look at Zhang Yuqing's face.

"Only paying attention to appearance and not paying attention to the inner self is extremely superficial."

He sneered and turned to look at Shangguan Hongxiu.

Wink, wink again.

"Don't look at me, I'm afraid I can't help but stab you to death with a spear."

Zhang Yuqing moved to the right side of Qi Tianzhen's portrait. She was also a woman with stunning appearance and exquisite and picturesque facial features.

Shangguan Hongxiu stood up and said in a cold tone, "Qi Tianzhen sacrificed his life for all the people to protect the people of Hanyue Mansion. Don't disrespect the real person again."

Zizi visited Qi Tianzhen's living room alone and ignored Qi Sheng's existence.

A pair of cold and beautiful eyebrows were frowning, and the sword light burst out, thinking whether to kill this rough man with one sword.

Seeing that no one answered for a long time, Zhao Longxiang said coldly, "It should be Qi Tianren's wife, the Fairy Liu Ying."

Not because of anything else, just because he has completed his enlightenment.

Before Zhang Yuqing could continue, Pei Wushuang took advantage of the enemy's opportunity and predicted his prediction.

The real person's room is not grand, but extremely simple.

There has been an unwritten rule in the world since ancient times.

One picture shows Qi Tian when he was young, handsome and unrestrained, emerging from the dust.

Unfortunately, Shangguan Hongxiu couldn't understand what he meant.

"What about this one?"

In addition, there are also nickname suffixes such as fairy aunt, celestial maiden, witch, and witch. They are also existences that amaze people with their appearance and temperament and charm all living beings.

Zhao Longxiang did not respond to his words this time. Instead, he sneered at Shangguan Hongxiu next door, "Shangguan, can your Demon Slayer Division sit back and watch this reckless man slander the real person like this?"

This guy actually wanted to provoke a fight between Zhang Yuqing and Shangguan Hongxiu.

After closing his mouth, Zhang Yuqing also sat cross-legged and comprehended the artistic conception of martial arts left by Master Qi Tian.

There is also Qi Sheng, who is inconspicuous and has no sense of existence.

Zhang Yuqing said with envy, "I don't envy mandarin ducks or immortals, I only envy real people every day!"

This move made Zhao Longxiang stunned. How could this reckless man be so obedient?

A table, several wooden chairs, teapots...

To be called the name of a fairy is definitely an alluring look that will amaze the world.

"Slowly comprehend it, let the Sa family go to the back mountain for a walk!"

Shangguan Hongxiu's cold eyes flashed suddenly, he was speechless, but he also closed his eyes.

On the contrary, some nicknames such as hag, grandma, thief, and faceless are all existences whose appearance is invisible.

Soft and graceful, as graceful as a startled dragon.

"Who is this?" Zhang Yuqing admired it for a few moments and asked.

Of course, I honestly chose to keep my mouth shut.

"Tsk tsk...it seems that Zhenren had many affairs when he was young."

I'll fuck your motherfucker.

What else can Zhang Yuqing say?

A tear mole under the eyebrow adds a touch of charm.

What more could Zhang Yuqing say.

He stood up and left gracefully, leaving three...oh...four people in shock.

On the left side of Qi Tianren is a fairy-like woman.

There are also several paintings hanging on the wall.

Regardless of good or evil.

"The common wife of Qi Tianren, Fairy Miaoyu." Zhao Longxiang replied again.

But the effort of only half a stick of incense ended in a hurry.

Zhang Yuqing seemed to be aware of her intention, so she quickly restrained herself and sighed,
"It turns out that this is the farthest distance in the world."

"Okay, okay!"

.......
A real backyard, a place behind the mountain!
If there are Qi practitioners who understand Feng Shui and terrain here, they will definitely be shocked.

The mountains are nine, and the four elephants are among them.

It is a gate with nine palaces and four elephants locking the immortal power!

Those who are qualified to be suppressed here are all great evils from heaven and earth.

However, this terrain was not created innately, but was arranged the day after tomorrow, which is a little less Taoist than the innate one.

In the center of the terrain, an ancient well stands out. Four stone pillars stand outside the wellhead to suppress it, and a rusty stick is stuck vertically at the wellhead in the middle.

The body of the young monk Jiaheng was sitting cross-legged on the stick, and the golden Buddha blood in his body dripped down the stick into the ancient well.

Zizzi! !
As soon as the golden Buddha's blood drops into it, there will be a surge of corpse energy.

You can vaguely hear the roar coming from the depths of Jiuyou.

The young monk Jiaheng was very distressed.

He followed Pei Wushuang into the real person's backyard.

But somehow, he was restrained out of thin air by the stick under him.

He knew that the stick was not an ordinary treasure, it was full of spirituality, and a treasure god was born, responsible for suppressing the evil existence in the ancient well.

And because his blood is contaminated with Buddha nature, it has restraint on evil spirits.

Therefore, the stick spirit soldiers bled him to suppress evil spirits.

This... little monk's life can be taken away at any time!

But it doesn't work now. The young monk has not seen the Mahayana Buddhism taught by the donor, and he doesn't want to sacrifice himself.

The little monk Jiaheng murmured in his heart and shouted to the stick holding the well,
"Stick, stick, what is the evil spirit under this ancient well?"

Suddenly golden light flashed on the rusty stick, and writing appeared,

"An ancient corpse of a heavenly demon!"

"Is it the corpse of a demon that channels spirits?" the young monk asked. The font on the stick changed, "Yes!"

The young monk's eyes suddenly shone with curiosity, "The young monk has never seen a corpse channeling spirits. Living beings should be reincarnated after death, so why can corpses channel spirits again?"

"Is the ancient corpse after channeling different from the previous life?"

The more he talked, the more excited he became, "Stick, stick, this may involve the reincarnation mentioned by the World Honored One. Can the young monk go down to the ancient well to see this ancient corpse of a psychic celestial demon?"

He was once asked by Zhang Yuqing whether he had ever seen reincarnation.

It is impossible to deduce that what the World Honored One said is correct!
Nowadays, his interest in the ancient corpse of the demon even surpasses Mahayana Buddhism.

He wanted to prove the reincarnation spoken by the Blessed One.

"?"

A question mark appeared on the stick, and then the font changed again.

"Impossible! The appearance of the ancient corpse of the sky demon will surely destroy all living beings. I am here to suppress it forever under the command of my Lord."

"Stick, who is your owner?" the young monk asked.

"My lord Qi Tianren."

"Oh, it's the Qi Tianren who has been dead for a long time. I just saw many people outside commemorating him!"

Then, the young monk told the stick about the Hanyue City celebration.

That scene, that sentence "Congratulations on sending Qi Tian to heaven!"

It was an emotion that he could not experience in the Buddhist land of the Western Regions.

A kind of righteousness and a kind of spirit.

Even he was exaggerated.

After listening to this, stick seemed to be whimpering, "The master is worthy of the human race, and all the people of the human race will never forget the master!"

"If Qi Tian is placed in the Buddhist land of the Western Regions, he will surely attain Bodhisattva enlightenment." The young monk clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Impossible, the master hated bald donkeys the most during his lifetime." Writing appeared on the stick.

The young monk was stunned, "Why?"

"Because he has a confidante who was transferred to become a nun by Bald Donkey." Stick responded.

The young monk Jiaheng was sluggish and at a loss.

"Don't worry, I'm just a weapon and have no prejudice against bald donkeys." Stick said again.

"But you caught the young monk and bled him." The young monk muttered.

"The ancient corpse of the heavenly demon under the ancient well is getting stronger day by day. I suppressed it for thousands of years and it was quite difficult. Seeing that you are carrying Buddha's blood, I used the power of your Buddha's blood to suppress its corpse nature." The words on the stick emerge one after another.

"Huh? I feel a familiar breath."

It suddenly trembled slightly, and a wave of consciousness swept over it.

Immediately, Zhang Yuqing, who was wandering around outside, was arrested.

"Donor Zhang, you are here too."

The young monk Jiaheng called out happily.

Zhang Yuqing's consciousness was in a trance for a while. When he came to his senses, he came to the center of the nine palaces and four elephants in the back mountain, and a feeling of palpitations arose spontaneously.

It seemed like there was some big terror around me.

Then I heard the call of the young monk Jiaheng.

"Little monk, why are you here?" Zhang Yuqing felt baffled.

"It's not this stick."

The little monk pointed to the rusty iron rod under him.

The golden light of the stick flashed, and when the font appeared, Zhang Yuqing was even more shocked.

"Do you have the aura of the Red Emperor's Flag in your body?"

Zhang Yuqing asked suspiciously, "Who is your Excellency?"

"Qitian Stick!"

The font appears, coupled with the explanation of the young monk Jia Heng.

Only then did we know that this stick was the treasure of the martial arts master Qitian in the past, and it had been used to suppress the ancient corpse of the sky demon for more than a thousand years.

Zhang Yuqing just thought about it and responded calmly, "The original body of the Red Emperor Flag is in the hands of my master. He only hid the three lines of the Red Emperor Flag on my body for protection."

The Qitian Stick wrote: "Very good, with the power of the Red Emperor Banner, even if it is not in its prime, plus me, it is enough to completely wipe out the consciousness of the ancient corpse of the sky demon underground within a hundred years."

"Warrior, are you willing to lend me the power of a Red Emperor Flag?"

Zhang Yuqing didn't hesitate much, "If it's for slaying demons, senior, just take it."

Qi Tiangun obviously knew that the power of the Red Emperor Flag existed in his body.

Again, he was suppressing demons for the sake of humankind's righteousness.

There is no need to hide it himself.

"Okay, I won't take your stuff for nothing."

The Qitian Stick's body shook slightly, and a Red Emperor Flag brand emerged from Zhang Yuqing's body and was driven into the well. Then, various sobbing and wailing roars were heard, as miserable as a ghost.

It's scary.

Zhang Yuqing looked inside at himself.

Only two of the three Red Emperor flags remain.

One piece was taken away by the Qitian Stick.

Then, he saw a golden light coming from the Qitian Stick.

"This is a battle scene that our Lord Qi Tian has experienced in his life. How much you can understand depends entirely on your own ability."

Zhang Yuqing was startled, and the next moment, his consciousness touched the golden light.

In an instant, endless images came flooding in, as if they were in a world of chaos.

His perspective has been replaced by the perspective of Qi Tianren, in every subsequent life-and-death showdown since the Tiangang Realm.

In fact, from ancient times to the present, there are only three factors that truly judge the level of a warrior's combat power.

Skills, talents and combat!
Zhang Yuqing does not lack the first two, but what he lacks most is combat experience.

Because he has experienced too few battles.

But the purpose of martial arts is to fight against heaven and earth, to be immortal in a hundred battles, and to be immortal in ten thousand battles!
It can be said that since the beginning of martial arts training, it has been a system designed for fighting.

Without fighting, how can one realize the true meaning of supreme martial arts?

Now, Qitian Gun has given him a lifetime of fighting experience from Master Qitian. For Zhang Yuqing, this opportunity is even greater than Master Qitian's inheritance of true skills.

(End of this chapter)