The small fire butterfly fell down and staggered on Zhang Liang's chest, like a mighty general patrolling the territory, while those green insects were shivering.

The bright eyes of the small fire butterfly turned around, as if it suddenly noticed a few small green bugs at its feet. Suddenly, two brocade-like tentacles moved, and a thin trace of fire splashed out from the tentacles.

Just like a woodpecker naively stretching out its beak to peck at a small insect, its movements are still very clumsy, and the power of fire is also very weak.

Small, but strangely, the green and ferocious little bugs were lowered for some reason at this time. They seemed to be extremely frightened and did not dare to resist. They were willing to die, being pecked by small fire butterflies like chickens.

Like rice, the spit fire hit it, and only a "chi" sound was heard, and the small green bug turned into a ball of blue smoke and disappeared into the air.

Then, the little fire butterfly awkwardly raised its head, as if it was digesting, and seemed to be enjoying the food. It raised its head and closed its eyes for a while, and then its stomach made a growling sound.

The rest of the small green factories seemed to have encountered the nemesis in their lives at this time, and they did not dare to run away. They were all incinerated one by one by the small fire butterflies and disappeared into the air...

The cold moonlight outside the window shines indoors, making this enchanting and strange scene appear even more weird and terrifying.

That night, classmate Zhang Liang had a sweet dream. He dreamed that he was transformed into a monkey from the Westward Journey, wearing golden armor and holy clothes, standing on the five-color auspicious clouds, and majesticly fighting among a group of demons and monsters.

Under the stick, he harvested and fell it like straw, falling in pieces. Wherever the stick touched, everyone bowed down and bowed.

"Hahaha..." Zhang Liang turned over in his sleep and couldn't help laughing in his heart, ***, you just can't watch too many TV series. I have watched old movies more than ten times. Yesterday there was

After reviewing it, he could still have such a sweet dream. He felt so innocent...

"Fuck!" Zhuo Bufan's mental power retreated from Zhang Liang. It was hard to imagine that Zhang Liang would have such a childish dream. As for the other party's spiritual Gu master, he was not considering it. The blood curse

Being completely destroyed means that the life of the owner of the poison has come to an end. If there is no miracle, he will be dead!

And if he wants a miracle to happen, he needs the soul alchemist to appear, but will Zhuo Bufan save him?

The answer is of course no.

…

In the apartment a few kilometers away, just when the last green bug was burned in the air by the flames of the fire butterfly, the dark-skinned man couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was like a plum blossom.

The magical jade sprayed in front of him

On the box, a slender body like a bamboo pole was crumbling. At this time, he remembered Uncle Qing's words: "Then you'd better be careful and don't hurt others. You must know that it is always not good for people with supernatural powers to attack ordinary people.

It is easy to attract divine punishment."

It turned out that Uncle Qing had already warned him, but he was obsessed with making meritorious deeds in front of the young master and couldn't listen to him. What Uncle Qing said, "You'd better be careful and don't hurt others," actually meant, don't hurt him.

When you get to someone else’s house, you won’t

It will hurt yourself. The spirit Gu's soul-moving attack is a double-edged sword. The sharper and deeper the person you want to cut, the greater the damage you will suffer when it is backlashed. If you don't want to kill someone,

No one can kill you!

Divine punishment does not mean that God directly sends down tangible disasters. Sometimes, man-made counterattacks are also one of the ways of divine punishment.

"Master, please forgive Xiao Hei for not being able to be by your side anymore..." The dark-skinned man muttered to himself, blood splattering from his mouth like a spring of free tap water.

Xiao Hei once had a dream, and wanted to carry forward the spiritual cultivation method. Unfortunately, no matter how gorgeous and high-sounding he modified the cultivation method, the cultivation method was always a shady thing, and it was fundamentally impossible.

Mesa, because first of all, the way to kill the poison is to contact the harmful person.

Together, it is completely different from the ordinary powerful self, and it is also incompatible with some moral principles of cultivators. Even the poisonous Gu masters know this, so they never show off their identities everywhere.

World, if you say "Ahem, I am a Gu Master."

Doing that will only win you saliva.

But Young Master was the first person who didn't spit! So Xiao Hei decided to follow Young Master for the rest of his life, hoping that one day he could rectify the name of Gu.

Unfortunately, he could not realize this wish.

…

living room.

Zhuo Bufan couldn't sleep anymore. After the little fire butterfly came back, he was very energetic. Although it flew into the center of his eyebrows briefly, Zhuo Bufan could feel that the fire butterfly seemed to have unfinished meaning. It was in his upper Dantian,

He is separating his two thin feet

Open, it smacked hard, as if it was doing fitness exercises, and it seemed like a newborn baby was learning to crawl and walk. It wasn't until its not-too-big belly began to growl again that it began to chirp in a low voice with some satisfaction.

After a few calls, the sound was extremely light.

Then the tentacles were combed on his aqua wings, as if cleaning the battlefield, and then he lay down beautifully on Zhuo Bufan's upper dantian and fell asleep.

The little thing fell asleep beautifully, but Zhuo Bufan couldn't sleep. It never thought that he would raise such a monster in his Dantian. Is this still the Void Pill formed during the Void Pill stage of the cultivator?

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"Old man, please come out and explain!" Zhuo Bufan called Mr. Xu fiercely.

"Is there any explanation?" Mr. Xu rolled his eyes. Isn't this a normal thing? The nine tails are sealed there. If you want to form a normal Void Pill, that's abnormal!

"Damn! What do you mean? Do you mean to just let it be like this from now on? I think it looks like the second of the nine tails, as if it can stand on its own and have its own consciousness!" Zhuo Bufan cursed.

"What's wrong with this? Won't you have another thug in the future?" Mr. Xu pretended to be crazy and seemed to be stunned.

"You! This is my virtual elixir, and it will become my golden elixir in the future. Have you ever seen a cultivator with a living golden elixir?" Zhuo Bufan said angrily, even fighting! If he comes out to fight with others in the future, he will

If you know, it would be weird to smile unhappily. If you don't beat your golden elixir into a pig's head, I will take off my head and let you kick it as a ball.

"Okay, okay, do you think the Spring Water Butterfly is so easy to hit? It has a trace of phoenix blood, and is a bit stronger than the Suzaku. After it is completed, it can make illusions come true, and it can also make dreams come true.

Reality has become an illusion. If you want to defeat it, even ten of you will be no match!" Mr. Xu comforted, but no matter how it sounded, Zhuo Bufan felt it was a bit fake!

More powerful than Suzaku? You thought I was a three-year-old kid and you deceived me!

"No, he thinks you're a four-year-old kid and he's fooling you." The crazy person said something. Damn it, people don't think this explanation is reliable, okay?

Have you ever seen Jindan as a living creature?

"Tch! You two ignorant idiots, why do you think we are soul alchemists? Create new lives!" Mr. Xu said disdainfully. It is normal for soul alchemists to produce any weird things.

Okay.

Because they can give living things new souls!

Naturally, the golden elixir can also be alive, although it was also the first time for Mr. Xu to see it...

Damn! Zhuo Bufan tightened his fists and resisted the urge to punch Mr. Xu to death.

**

No matter whether you are a poor person or a rich person, whether you are in the mountains or the bottomless abyss, the moonlight bathed in you is the same this night.

While Zhuo Bufan, Mr. Xu and Nervous Huang were discussing unnutritious topics in the living room, at the same time, in a quaint large courtyard in Beijing, the young man in white who appeared in Tianleiyin Temple was looking at

Staring at the moon in the sky outside the window, he seemed to be concentrating on something.

"Something happened to Xiao Hei." The wooden door opened with a creak, and it was Uncle Qing. The young master knew it very well.

"What's going on over there?" the young man asked.

"Nothing happened, everything is as usual." Uncle Qing replied, then tilted his head slightly, "The young master mentioned it before, and I made a calculation. The fire started in the southeast, and it had the appearance of a red bird. I was afraid that there were many variables, so I gave the order.

Xiao Hei, but I didn’t expect that Xiao Hei still insisted on going his own way.”

"The appearance of the Suzaku? Uncle Qing, are you sure?" The young man in white began to frown. There is no reason for a divine beast like the Suzaku to go down to the world to take action.

"I'm not sure. I feel that it should be someone with a blood relationship who took action. It's just that someone cast an illusion to cover up the truth. With my strength, I can't see clearly what kind of being took action." Uncle Qing regretted.

He replied that the opponent's strength became more and more unfathomable the more he probed it, which made him feel worried.

Where did the monster come from that invited Fan Yun, the old bald donkey from Tianleiyin Temple? There should be no such figure in the world of cultivation.

"The people in Beijing are also very cautious. When it comes to the young college student, they are tight-lipped. It seems that he has a lot of background. Our people have only found out now that the other person is a person with a top-secret identity. It seems that this person is not only a cultivator.

A master should have a political background." Uncle Qing continued.

"Can't we find out if we start from the CPPCC?" The young man in white asked again, that is where they have the deepest channels. After all, they are from across the strait, so they have a natural advantage in this regard.

"Nothing was said over there, but one of the vice-chairmen who has a close relationship with us emphasized that his surname is Zhuo!" Uncle Qing replied, with a trace of speculation on his face.
Chapter completed!