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Chapter 119: You are responsible 6

Maoshan, among the beautiful mountains and clear waters, a big shabby thatched hut was built on the top of the mountain, which immediately reduced the style of the green mountains and green waters by a big margin.

At this moment, in front of the dilapidated hut, the Setou Taoist priest climbed over from another mountain and ran towards the dilapidated hut.

He must find out who the man in Xiaoyi is today, otherwise his heart will remain unsettled and he will always feel that something is wrong.

After somersaulting into the dilapidated hut, Seto Taoist priest ignored the strange sights from all directions and ran straight in.

The base camp of the Taoist priests in Maoshan looks like a shabby thatched hut from the outside, but in fact it is very big inside. It almost occupies a huge palace on the top of a mountain. How can it be so small?

However, the Taoist priests in Maoshan know how to keep a low profile, so they have been hiding it from the outside. To outsiders, they look like they are very poor. Since they are poor, they don’t have to pay taxes, right? Open and honest tax evasion is a shortcut to getting rich in Maoshan.

After passing through the layers of palaces, Taoist priest Seto came directly to the last room of the Taoist temple, where his master and ancestors of all generations placed the most precious things, called the Treasure Pavilion for short.

"That's not it……"

"It's not this..."

"No, no..."

Setou Taoist priest was lying on his back among the messy treasures, constantly looking at the things left by his ancestors.

He remembered that he had an impression that there should be a painting here, and that the painting seemed to have the appearance of sealing ink. He had glanced at it when his master was the painter, and it was so impressive that he always had that impression.

Quickly looking through the countless treasures, Taoist priest Setou almost buried his whole body in the treasure pile.

No, no, no, damn, where did that painting go?

Outside the last treasure room, I don’t know when the sky began to slowly darken. Dark clouds pressed straight down from the top of my head. The originally refreshing air in all directions began to gather a bit of cold air. There was a kind of cold air.

An inexplicable cold and dark aura began to envelope the surroundings.

It's getting darker.

The entire last room was shrouded in darkness.

But the buildings in the front are still blue as weaving, and the sunshine is shining brightly, which makes people feel good. There is nothing unusual about the last one.

The wind blows across the sky, feeling leisurely.

"I found it, that's it." In the treasure hall, the Seto Taoist priest suddenly found an unsophisticated and unsophisticated scroll from a pile of scrolls, and crawled out of the pile of treasures with a face full of excitement and seriousness.

The white paper has a slight yellowish tint that has been tempered by time. Even if it is maintained by magic, it still cannot resist the traces of time. It has begun to age and has begun to break in some places.

However, the powerful anger that came out of the painting spread out in all directions through the scroll.

Before opening the scroll, just holding it in his hand, he could already feel the murderous aura coming towards his face, and the Seto Taoist shuddered.

Taking a deep breath, Taoist priest Seto grabbed both ends of the scroll and opened it.

The cold murderous aura, the arrogant aura, the domineering aura of overlooking the world, and the disdainful madness all exploded like fireworks in an instant.

Taoist priest Setou was hit by the aura and took several steps back. He almost fell into the treasure pile before he regained his balance.

It's just a painting, but it already has such a powerful aura before facing a real person. This person...
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