Ji Taoist

Changsong Zhenren found a few monks nearby and asked about what happened in the valley.

"I was wondering which fellow would dare to fight outside the trade fair, but I didn't expect to be killed by a mortal. It's ridiculous!"

"But that mortal seems to have something. Even if we are new to the path of cultivation, this magic power is not something that ordinary warriors can break."

"You said two different types of internal energy?!" The big man with a huge sword on the side suddenly asked.

Changsong Zhenren bowed: "I wonder if Brother Wang has any advice?"

"I don't deserve your advice. In my early years, I saw an elder talk about the road of martial arts. He was also born in Kun Dao. He said that there was once a very unique magic martial arts that could have three accumulation tools when entering the Qi training period!"

"Ah?!"

"Is there such a heaven-defying... martial arts?"

"Yes, what we have learned is the orthodox Xuanmen, and we follow the Fa Gai Huati path. This martial arts path is a popular practice method tens of thousands of years ago. Not many people know about it now."

"Brother Wang, are you telling the truth?"

"Really, didn't our Nanting Mountain area have a very terrifying magic cultivator?"

"Are you talking about... the great demon Wuji who wears a red wind and red cloud helmet, holds a purple gold magic staff, wears a yellow dragon battle armor, and steps on heavy sea wave boots?" Changsong Zhenren said with a dark face.

"So, Fellow Daoist Changsong has heard of this person. This person has a profound martial arts skill that is so powerful that he almost entered the realm of transformation and caused a huge disaster. Fortunately, the eight masters of the Daoxuan Sect acted at the same time to kill him in the Kundao territory. His body was torn into pieces and suppressed in various places in the south to prevent him from resurrecting!"

"Is it really so terrifying? Can you resurrect after your limbs are separated?"

"I don't know about this. I only know that the profound martial arts skill has the ability to resurrect by dropping blood, but the martial arts can only bless oneself, but there are no exquisite Taoist magic methods."

"You mean, that mortal warrior is related to the Wuji Great Demon?" Master Changsong looked strange.

"The profound martial arts skill does not cultivate mana, but true essence. This kind of power seems to be almost the same as mana. If there is indeed true essence in his body, it should be no weaker than that of a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining."

Master Changsong frowned and couldn't judge for a while.

"Anyway, thank you all for clearing up my doubts. I will come to the trade fair to have a drink with you after I handle this matter." Changsong Zhenren bowed with a smile.

"Hahaha, then we will leave first, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Changsong Zhenren saw off several cultivators and turned to look at the mountains.

"Do you really think I'm stupid? The road of martial arts has long been cut off by the saints. There are no real martial artists in this world. They are just four-legged beasts simulated by magic power." Changsong Zhenren said disdainfully.

But since these people didn't find the figure of the thief, it was not easy to deal with. They could only search slowly.

......

On the other side.

Yan Buji, who packed up Zhang Xungui and took him away, hid in the hiding place he had prepared long ago. He tied him up and poisoned him to make him unconscious. He sat quietly beside him, trying to suppress the injuries in his body.

Puff!

"Ahem! Forced to exert force, is it really the limit?" Yan Buji suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his spirit and energy suddenly shriveled. He got up with difficulty, touched the pill beside him, and took it.

Seeing the abnormal thing searched from Zhang Xungui, Yan Buji picked it up and observed it carefully for a long time.

I always feel that this thing is... a little familiar?

Seeing this black wooden stick, Yan Buji immediately took out the fairy thing he had found before.

The equally black Mu Fang master seemed to have some connection with this thing, and it emitted a faint red light when it approached.

Yan Buji couldn't figure out what this thing was for the time being, nor did he know whether it was harmful to him, so he separated it.

The red light disappeared, and Yan Buji took a deep breath and continued to meditate and regulate his breath.

After these days of fighting, Yan Buji actually felt that the bottleneck that had not been loosened for a long time had opened up a lot. It seemed that as long as he regulated his breath well and practiced in seclusion, he could enter the realm of heaven and man!

But what is the meaning of practicing ordinary martial arts?

Beat Liu Feng, who just entered the cultivation world, and he is still a scholar! Yan Buji was sweating profusely, fearing that the other party would be ruthless and use some magic to kill him. It can be seen that no matter how strong the ordinary martial arts are, they are no better than baboons!

It’s also a good thing that Liu Feng doesn’t know any magic, otherwise he would have died long ago?

This is the fatal risk that Yan Buji has to face after losing all his preparations.

Fortunately, he is lucky.

Finally found this resurrected Zhang Xungui!

Zhang Xungui opened his eyes and felt a burst of heat and cold on his body. He was very uncomfortable and looked at Yan Buji weakly:

"You... who are you? Why do you treat me like this?"

"You and I shouldn’t be like this, Zhang Xungui, do you remember who I am?"

Yan Buji took off the mask on his face and revealed his true face. Zhang Xungui was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

"Who are you?"

"You really don’t remember me, or you are not Xiaobao at all, you are the ghost who entered Xiaobao’s body?!" Yan Buji sneered.

Zhang Xungui's face changed. I didn't expect that he actually knew the previous owner of this body? !

But he didn't seem to know where I came from. He only knew that a ghost had occupied this body...

"You...what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do? Hahaha, it's very simple, just tell me who you are?" Yan Buji laughed.

"I... I'm just a traveler looking forward to going home, I don't belong here. I know you can't let me go, so I won't say anything else." Zhang Xungui's face changed and he sighed.

Yan Buji nodded: "I know you won't say much, but this body of yours is my wife's son. You have lived in my son's body for so many years, and it's time for me to take back her relics!"

Zhang Xungui looked at Yan Buji coming over, stretched out his big hand and his face changed drastically:

"You!"

Crack!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Yan Buji stabbed Zhang Xungui's chest with one hand, but at this time a burst of light suddenly burst out from Zhang Xungui's body, pushing Yan Buji's hand out!

"Sure enough, it's here! You bitch, you teased me for three years when you were alive. You told me that this thing would flow out with your fetus, and I knew something was wrong! Sure enough, it's on this bastard!!!"

Yan Buji was extremely surprised and suddenly picked up a skull from the side!

Zhang Xungui was terrified. He saw Yan Buji holding the skull, and the Buddhist beads on his wrist exploded, emitting bursts of mist!

He could only watch in horror as the other party approached the white light on his chest that he didn't even know about!

Crack!

The white light could no longer stop Yan Buji's big hand. The moment he took out the thing from Zhang Xungui's chest, Zhang Xungui felt as if he had lost something very important. The whole person became more depressed and suddenly lowered his head and fainted.

At this time, the white light in Yan Buji's hand gradually disappeared, and a jade plate emitting a bright light appeared.

On the jade plate, four big characters were written:

"Beichen Wanqing!"