Chapter 974 Follow the Five Immortals into Shamanism
"Leader!"
There was solemnity and a hint of shame in Crow's expression: "One of the disciples who was sent to observe the shamanism has returned!"
"he……"
The following words became more and more difficult for the crow to say. It lowered its head and said: "Please also ask the leader to take action to save him."
"What's going on?"
Qian Chen rubbed his brows: "I'm not in a good mood lately, and I'll inevitably get angry at others. Forget it, don't say it yet, I'll see for myself!"
After saying that, Qian Chen got up and went downstairs.
When I walked down from Wanghai Tower, the scenery around me changed from a brightly lit small building to a pile of coke.
Qian Chen stood in the burned-out building and looked down at the people below. A Xuanzhen disciple stood downstairs, looking around. When he heard the sound of people going downstairs, he raised his head and looked at him.
Staring at the visitor, Qian Chen's expression gradually changed.
The disciple frowned, and his every move was a little stiff and weird. He tilted his head and looked at Qian Chen, and shouted vaguely: "Are you the leader of Xuanzhen?"
Qian Chen turned to look at Crow.
The crow's feathers were trembling slightly. It lowered its head and whispered: "My subordinates sent him to the bridges in Zhigu to maintain the town. He is just a new disciple, and his cultivation is not good enough. And I never thought that shamanism could be like this."
Shameless, using the big to bully the small..."
"Have you ever taken black Tai Sui?" Qian Chen asked directly.
"I've taken it!" Crow said quickly.
"That's okay..." Qian Chen said calmly: "Your original cultivation level is a bit poor, and your knowledge is also insufficient. In the past few days, I have let go and maintained a stall as big as Zhigu. It is inevitable that there will be some mistakes."
The crow didn't even dare to speak. He just lowered his head and didn't dare to reply.
"whee……"
The disciple below smiled mysteriously. He covered his face, imitating others and said to Qian Chen: "Reciprocity! Grandma heard that there is a Xuanzhen sect in Zhigu, and there is a Xuanzhen sect leader, which makes a big fuss.
In terms of momentum, we, the Huang family, were the first to be killed to establish our authority."
"Master Xuanzhen is so majestic!"
The disciple danced and said with a smile: "Use the blood of our Hu family to warn those seventeen martial arts schools. The talisman drawn with yellow blood suddenly suppressed the arrogance of Zhenwu Dao. Today, our grandma from the Huang family will also follow the example of the leader."
Come back and return the gift to you!"
The disciple cupped his hands and bowed to the end: "I wish you and your family good luck!"
Qian Chen, who was above him, raised his hand and pointed downstairs.
The disciple's clothes were brushed off, revealing his naked body. His belly was bulging, and with this finger, a cut was opened, revealing a white-haired weasel curled up inside.
The weasel's eyes glowed green, exposed to the public, and squeaked.
Seeing that the spell to control the corpse was broken, it couldn't even use the ventriloquism of the minor skills. It hurriedly tried to escape, but was tightly wrapped in the corpse.
The broken ribs grew back one by one, shutting the weasel inside like a cage.
Qian Chen smiled: "It is said that weasels are the most vengeful, and now I have seen it!"
The weasel stared at Qian Chen with its green eyes and squeaked in a sad and miserable voice.
But there is a kind of malice in his eyes that makes ordinary people's hair stand on end, and that kind of spirituality makes people feel uncomfortable.
"No wonder you, except for the crows, you deacons were originally people in the fourth realm, or even on the threshold. The Huang family is one of the five immortal families that came out. The head of the family, the grandma, should have achieved immortality.
The characters on the threshold of the seventh realm. In addition, this time I entered the border with the shaman leader, there must be care for each other, and it is a bit difficult for you to control the overall situation!"
Qian Chen has been trying to excuse everyone, but the deacons dare not say anything.
They just bowed their heads and didn't dare to say a word.
"But that's not why a beast comes to your door and humiliates you and me."
Qian Chen's voice turned cold and he said calmly: "Weasels hold grudges, foxes hold grudges, snakes hold grudges, rats hold grudges, hedgehogs hold grudges, so many beasts hold grudges, and each and every one of them has become a fairy outside the customs."
"But you have to let them know that people hold grudges the most!"
"Shamanism is the state religion outside the customs. It was canonized by the imperial court. This time its leader went south to set up an outpost and pave the way for the demons and monsters in the capital."
"It's getting cold! It's cold outside the Pass, so don't let them go back..."
Qian Chen stretched out his hand again, and a roll of human skin flew out from the body of a deacon next to him and draped it over the disciple.
The tattoos on the human skin squirmed, wrapping him completely like a big blanket.
Gradually, a touch of ruddy color appeared on the dead man's face. The disciple's face gradually became normal and he slowly opened his eyes.
Behind the empty eyes, the sad and strange ghost-like soul gradually returned to normal.
In the disciple's body, the weasel let out a shrill scream.
Something seemed to be lurching from left to right in his chest, and the sound of claws desperately scratching the bones could be heard from inside. However, the empty skin bag was wrapped tighter and tighter. The disciple held his stomach and tried to figure out what was inside.
Gradually, the commotion subsided, and he bowed his head towards Qian Chen and said: "Kanzi Tan Xiaoqi Du Xiaoling, pay your respects to the leader!"
Qian Chen nodded and said to them: "Reciprocity!"
"Du Xiaoling, since the old lady of the Huang family took it upon herself to send you to see me, you should also send it to the Five Immortals' house outside the Pass to bring my feelings to the shaman leader."
"crow!"
"My subordinate is here!" Crow quickly bowed his head respectfully.
"There are... several other deacons. The shaman leader only has five immortal demon spirits, so he allows you to use four talismans."
"This "Secret of Ten Thousand Ghosts, Moon and Demon Embroidered Painted Skin" is temporarily given to Du Xiaoling, so that he can do it himself. You will assist with the other three talismans."
"In the past, when I was refining elixirs, Liu Ding was sweeping and scattering, and Liu Jia was fanning the wind; the five poisons were gods, sitting on the furnace. The five immortals were loading the charcoal, and the Supreme Being was watching from above and below. Under the heavenly spirits... there were hundreds of ghosts from the underworld, who stole the medicine and offered it to them.
"The evil immortals offered it to me and set it on fire to make the Three Corpses and Ten Thousand Poison Pills!"
"Now that I think about it, this elixir still has merit, so I'll give those fairies outside the customs a chance to become immortals..."
Human skin covered with tattoos crawled on Du Xiaoling's body, and the tattoos seemed to be crawling.
The charred human bones burned on the fire, making crackling sounds, and inscriptions were carved next to the cracks...
The knots of the rope are tangled, and the human face is strange.
Most of the deacons of the Xuanzhen Sect were dispatched this time, each carrying an extremely evil talisman as they headed north. Crows flapped their wings and flew in the sky, looking down at the mouth of the Sancha River below.
On the river in the distance, a willow boat tied with colorful ribbons stopped at the mouth of the North Canal, in front of the last stone bridge.
Chapter completed!