Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

Chapter 433: Crush

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"It seems you know me?"

Xu Junming said calmly.

The middle-aged monk trembled, as if he suddenly woke up, and fell to his knees.

"Chun Yuliang, a loose cultivator in the East China Sea, pays homage to the real person Chongshan. May the real person be blessed with good health and may his life be as long as the sky."

"Master Chongshan?!"

Yan Ruohai looked at the green-robed Taoist opposite him in disbelief.

The name of Chongshan Master Xu Junming was naturally well known to him, but the Kunlun Sect did not send anyone to attend the last Dragon Palace Fairy of Immortals, so he had not seen Xu Junming's true face with his own eyes.

But this will not affect the other party's reputation in the entire Kunlun Sect.

After all, the Black Heart Demon Cult, which has millions of followers, the two strongest souls of Chongyang Tao, and the Longjiang Shui Tribe, which has existed for tens of thousands of years, are comparable in strength to Kunlun. In the past thirty years, they have been defeated by the opponent. Uprooted.

Hundreds of thousands of demons and ghosts died at his hands. He was truly ruthless and iron-faced.

In the past, whenever the dynasty came to an end, the spiritual world would inevitably be in turmoil.

But now Dayong's officialdom is dim and the people are in dire straits, almost falling into a state of warlord separatism. But the practice world is as calm as before, and it is even more peaceful than when Dayong was founded.

This completely opposite state is mostly due to Xu Junming.

Nowadays, everyone knows that there is such a Yuanshen Daxiu who hates evil and is active in the world of Dayong cultivation.

Anyone who dares to do evil will inevitably face death.

Therefore, all kinds of demons and monsters hid in the mountains, causing the Dayong cultivation world to fall into unprecedented peace.

"Are you a Kunlun monk?"

"Greetings to Master Chongshan. My name is Yan Ruohai. I have now rebelled from Kunlun and become a rogue cultivator." After saying this, he pointed at Chun Yuliang next to him.

"...Master, when I escaped from Kunlun, I took away Kunlun's most treasured Seven Treasures Spirit Gourd planted on Baihe Cliff, as well as forty-seven jade pears. When I fled to Dayuan Port, I planned to become an ordinary person and escape pursuit, but was This Chun Yuliang was deceived by illusions, and all the treasures he obtained were stolen by him."

"...Now that I have met the real person, I am truly lucky. Yan Ruohai is willing to offer the Seven Treasures Spirit Gourd and forty-seven jade pears in the hope that the real person will accept it."

"Fuck your grandma. Yan Ruohai, I didn't take any of the Seven Treasures Spirit Gourd and Jade Pear that you stole when you rebelled against Kunlun. Please stop throwing dirty water on me." Chun Yuliang said angrily.

"Humph, I see it clearly. When I fled to Dayuan Port, the Seven Treasures Spirit Gourd and the Jade Pear were still safely in the magic bag. However, in the busy market, I was tricked by this guy and used illusions to confuse them. All lost. If he didn’t take it, who else could have taken it.”

"… Please also ask the real person to search his bag of magic. If it is not found, then use the soul search method to search his memory to ensure that the real person can gain something."

Chun Yuliang's face suddenly changed.

The soul-searching method is very vicious. After being tortured by this method, the soul is damaged and cannot be repaired without great efforts. If the injury is serious, it will cause soul damage that is difficult to repair.

"Master, don't listen to his nonsense. The treasure must be on his person. Moreover, when this guy fled down the Kunlun Mountains, he raped his junior sister Xu Ling and beheaded seventeen Kunlun disciples who were guarding Cuiyuli. It seems that these people have forgotten their ancestors and betrayed their masters. If he is allowed to live as a traitor to the sect, he will definitely be a great harm to the world of spiritual practice. I would also like to ask Master to kill this beast to eliminate harm to the world of spiritual practice."

Yan Ruohai's expression suddenly changed. Xu Junming's jealous behavior was well known to the world. If these things were really confirmed, his end would not be good.

"The real person, he made up these words. Don't be fooled by the real person."

"Master, these two guys are too noisy. According to Lao Niu, we might as well kill them all with one hammer. I guarantee that no one will be wronged."

Xu Junming smiled lightly.

"Whoever does evil in the world can hide it from my eyes."

With a flick of his fingers, a bunch of yellow rice sank into Yan Ruohai's body like lightning.

After refining the 'Demon Bone Relic' and the 'Kong Ming Stone', Yimeng Huangliang has been trained by Xu Junming to the peak allowed by this world.

It is a spiritual treasure with twelve levels of complete restraints.

The next step is the immortal calamity of Lingbao. If you can pass it, you will be an immortal weapon, if you can't pass it, you will be dust.

Three hundred and sixty-five pieces, a dream yellow beam transformed from yellow rice with twelve levels of restraints, its power is second only to the half-broken 'Netherworld White Bone Flag'.

His ability to capture and search for souls is naturally far better than in the past.

In just a moment, Yan Ruohai's soul was captured, and then all the memories in his mind were wiped out.

He reached out and waved, and a copper mirror as clear as water, one foot long, red Ruyi, and a magic bag on his waist flew into Xu Junming's hands.

Xu Junming flipped through it briefly. Red Fire Ruyi was just a magic weapon and he looked down upon it.

This bronze mirror carries yin and yang, and contains the way of creating and restraining the two rites, which is extremely mysterious.

Moreover, this bronze mirror named ‘Yin Yang Realm’ is also a low-grade spiritual treasure with two levels of spiritual prohibition.

"This treasure has the same name as Zhengying's natal spiritual treasure, and it also contains the Yin and Yang Dao. There is no shortage of subsequent sacrificial training methods. In the future, when the spiritual energy of the Chinese world recovers, I can give him this mirror."

Sixteen years have passed since he came to the world of Liaozhai. The Chinese world where Uncle Jiu lives will usher in a revival of spiritual energy in another thirty-eight years.

Although thirty-eight years is almost half a lifetime for ordinary people. But for ordinary practitioners, it is not a long time.

As the master of Qin Zhong and Lin Zhengying, he did plan for his disciples instead.

"Yan Ruohai, I'll see where you run away this time."

A shout came in the distance, and from the horizon not far away, a sword light flew towards him at lightning speed. Before the people arrived, a Xuanhe sword light of more than a hundred feet was already heading straight towards the sailboat.

That fierce momentum obviously did not care about the lives of more than a thousand ordinary people on the ship.

Xu Junming's expression changed.

"The Kunlun sect has really cultivated good disciples!"

He waved the bamboo stick in his palm.

The thin bamboo pole instantly extended, becoming as thin as an adult's thumb. Compared with the brilliant sword light, it looked like a plaything.

But when the two sides touched, the sword light melted instantly like ice and snow under the bright sun.

The bamboo stick is bright, but like light and electricity.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the chest of the young man in purple robe holding the sword.

The two purple-robed men who came from behind changed their expressions when they saw this scene.

"We are monks of the Kunlun sect. Please show mercy, senior."

However, the bamboo pole did not stop, but hit it hard.

The young man in purple robe felt as if he was struck by lightning, a mouthful of blood flew out, and his whole body instantly succumbed.

The bamboo staff flashed with light, sucking the sword in the opponent's hand and retracting it instantly.

"For the sake of Kunlun, I will spare your life. If you let me see you wasting your life and killing sentient beings again next time, I will destroy your Nascent Soul, so get out!"

Liu Zhengfeng quickly hugged the young man in purple robe who was falling. After using his magic power to explore the injuries in his body, Liu Zhengfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the sternum was shattered and the meridians were severed after being hit with a bamboo stick, the Dantian was not broken and the Nascent Soul was still there. As long as he took good rest, it would not be difficult to recover.

Looking at the green-robed monk standing on the deck, Liu Zhengfeng looked solemn. His junior brother was in the late Yuan Ying stage after all. After being injured by Yan Ruohai at Dayuan Port last time, he was given the Kunlun Sect's spiritual treasure Feihong by his mentor. sword'.

The strength has more than doubled.

The ordinary Yuanshen monks could compete with one or two, but they never thought that they would be seriously injured here with a bamboo stick.

There is no doubt that the green-robed monk is also a major spiritual cultivator.

Nowadays, there are not many Yuanshen monks in the spiritual world. They like to wear green robes, and there is only one person who holds a green bamboo staff.

Thinking of his identity, Liu Zhengfeng felt a chill in his heart. He quickly lowered his light and bowed to salute.

"Liu Zhengfeng, a disciple of the 'Ling' generation of the Kunlun Sect, pays homage to Master Chongshan. May the Master live a long life!"

"Since you know me, you know my way of doing things. If it weren't for the sake of your Kunlun Sect's famous and authentic family, with that stick just now, you would have killed this arrogant person who despised the innocent and wasted the lives of thousands of people."

"This is what the real person taught me. Please tell me clearly that my junior brother almost caused a catastrophe because he was eager to capture Yan Ruohai, who had defected to Kunlun. He did not do this intentionally."

"According to what you said, did I blame him wrongly?"

Liu Zhengfeng shook his head quickly.

"No, no, no, this is what the real person taught me. Please rest assured, real person. After I take him back, I will strictly discipline him and never let him get into trouble again."

"It's best, otherwise I won't mind being a villain again."

With a flick of the bamboo stick, the flying sword stuck to it flew straight towards Liu Zhengfeng.

The latter caught it in a hurry.

"Let's go, I don't want to see you again."

Liu Zhengfeng swallowed, glanced at Xu Junming's expression, and said cautiously: "Zhenren hates evil as much as he hates it. He has always set an example for the spiritual world. When my master mentioned Zhenren, he was full of praise..."

Xu Junming interrupted him and pointed his bamboo stick at Yan Ruohai.

"Do you want this person back?"

"Exactly. Yan Ruohai betrayed his master and his evil deeds are obvious. I hope that the real person can hand him over to the juniors and let the juniors take him back to Kunlun Mountain to restore his life."

Xu Junming smiled faintly and swept his bamboo stick.

Yan Ruohai flew straight towards Liu Zhengfeng.

"Forget it, I'll give this person to you. But I took away the things he had on him. Consider it my reward for catching the traitor for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sea water surged, surrounded the ship, and floated away into the distance.

Looking at the shadow of the boat, Liu Zhengfeng searched Yan Ruohai, who looked like a dead body, and sure enough, there was no trace of the Seven Treasure Spirit Gourd and the Jade Pear.

"Zhengfeng, Xu Junming must have taken the thing."

The old man named Zhuge said with an ugly expression.

"I know. But this matter is no longer something we can solve."

Zhuge Ping nodded.

Xu Junming is a Yuanshen monk, and even the tyrannical Longjiang Shui Tribe can be destroyed by him, which shows his tyranny.

Moreover, the tyrannical strength of that bamboo stick just now was fully demonstrated.

Although they were respected among the Nascent Souls, facing the No. 1 Nascent Soul of Dayong with a illustrious reputation and outstanding achievements, they were as if they were three-year-old children and had no power to resist at all compared to adults.

"Let's go back and tell the master that he should come and talk to Xu Junming." Liu Zhengfeng said.

"As of now, that's all."

Zhuge Ping sighed.

The two of them each grabbed one person and flew away from the light, heading straight towards Kunlun.