Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Looking at Huikong and Huiming in the Xuanguang Mirror.

Zhao Mu sneered and said: "You actually let others cast a spell to kill me. Monk Shangzhen, you really made a good plan."

"In this way, it can be proved that when I died, you had no chance to take action, and the witness is still a member of my Ziwei Taoist sect, right?"

"Haha, it's disrespectful to come back and not reciprocate. Today I will return a gift to you."

Zhao Mu clasped his hands together and then slowly pulled them apart.

Six golden threads condensed with mana appeared in his hand. Then he stretched out his hand and the threads stretched into the Xuanguang mirror and wrapped around the limbs, body and head of the scarecrow.

…

In the distant valley.

Huikong and Huiming felt that the wooden man stopped moving, so they also withdrew their magic power.

"That Xuanchengzi should be dead, right?" Huiming asked uncertainly.

"It must be dead. This curse-killing puppet was made by the master himself. If you want to kill a mere monk in the Sea of ​​Bitterness Realm, isn't it easy to catch him?"

Huikong is obviously quite confident in his master's methods.

So after he finished speaking, he was ready to take back the wooden man.

But suddenly, Huiming next to him exclaimed: "Wait, the scarecrow seems to have moved?"

"Um?"

Huikong stared at it suspiciously, and saw that the scarecrow in the hand of the wooden man was still pricked by needles, and there was no movement at all.

"Did you see it wrong? Don't scare people. The scarecrow is not a puppet. What can it do? Besides, we are not controlling it."

Huikong shook his head, reached out and put the wooden man and the altar back into the black box.

Just as he was about to cover the box, his eyes suddenly widened in horror.

Because he discovered that the scarecrow that had just been held by the little wooden man had disappeared.

"What...what's going on?"

Huikong felt a chill flow from his forehead to the soles of his feet. He stood up in shock and looked around, trying to find the scarecrow.

"What's wrong with you?" Huiming asked in confusion.

"Where's the scarecrow? Where's the scarecrow? Find it quickly?"

Huikong felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly froze as he looked around.

His eyes looked at Huiming's head in disbelief: "You...your head..."

"What's wrong with my head?"

Huiming raised his hand in confusion, touched the top of his head, and suddenly felt a strong stinging pain.

"hiss……"

He gasped and quickly retracted his palm, only to find that a sharp needle actually appeared in his palm.

This sharp needle turned out to be one of the ones that had just pierced the scarecrow's body.

I saw a small scarecrow standing on top of Huiming's head. He reached out and pulled out two sharp needles from his body, and then inserted them into Huiming's scalp.

Hee hee hee hee hee...

In an instant, waves of powerful pure Yang magic power poured directly into Huiming's head along the two sharp needles.

"ah……"

Huiming screamed miserably and fell to the ground, rolling continuously.

It was as if a big hole had been opened on the top of his head, and streams of blood spurted out for free, even dyeing the ground red.

He desperately tried to stop the blood flow, but to no avail.

At the same time, the scarecrow jumped off Huiming's head and quickly got into Huikong's trouser legs like a little mouse.

"Come out, come out!"

Huikong screamed in horror and slapped his trouser legs desperately, trying to take out the scarecrow.

But unfortunately, the scarecrow had already penetrated his vital parts along his calf and thigh.

The next moment, a stinging pain that penetrated into the bone marrow came from the vital area.

Huikong's eyes suddenly widened. The strong sense of humiliation and the terrible pain made him choke.

A ball of powerful mana condensed in his hand, as if he wanted to kill the scarecrow directly.

But when he thought of the Scarecrow's location at the moment, he hesitated suddenly, and he really couldn't bear to attack himself.

As a result, when he hesitated, a spike of thorns flowed upstream along the blood vessels, shot out directly from his eyes, and inserted into the ground.

puff!

Huikong looked up to the sky and vomited blood, then fell to the ground like a rag bag, lifeless.

At the same time, Huiming over there finally breathed his last.

Two disciples died in one fell swoop. I wonder if Monk Shangzhen would feel distressed if he found out?

At this time, the scarecrow came out of Huikong's collar.

It walked back into the wooden box and climbed onto the wooden man's shoulders.

Then, it pulled out a sharp needle from itself and slowly inserted it into the wooden man's throat.

…

Beijing.

In the reception room of the Demon Slayer Division.

Mukongcheng and Monk Shangzhen were discussing matters about the river, while Chihuo was sitting aside.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Zhenzi, we still don't know the true identity of Jiang Hehe, so we can put his matter aside for the time being."

"Next, our focus is still on the great catastrophe of the national destiny. Now the monks led by the five major sects have gradually cleared out five areas throughout the Jin Dynasty that can be used to set up formations."

"And this time we brought millions of monks and divided them into five parts. There are also millions of monks in each place."

"In this way, we can completely use the monks as the base of the formation to arrange a five-element world-purifying formation. If possible, the poor monk hopes that at noon tomorrow, when the yang energy in the heaven and earth is at its strongest, the formation will be activated to clear out the entire Jin Dynasty. The devil is evil."

Monk Shangzhen said slowly.

"Can."

Mukongcheng nodded: "It would be better to end the catastrophe of the national destiny as soon as possible, so that the people of the Jin Dynasty can return to normal life, and when the time comes, we can also go all out to find the fake river."

"Well, that's what we've settled on. The poor monk will..."

Monk Shangzhen wanted to say something else, but suddenly felt a sting in his throat.

"Zen Master Shangzhen, what's wrong with you?"

Mukongcheng was shocked when he saw a trace of blood seeping out of Monk Shangzhen's throat.

"Damn it, who's plotting against me?"

Monk Shangzhen wailed in pain, feeling almost out of breath, and even the magic power in his body began to be abnormally restless.

No, this is a problem with the cursed puppet.

Those two idiots Huikong Huiming, the poor monk asked them to use the curse to kill the puppet, to curse Xuan Chengzi. How could the curse to kill the puppet fall into the hands of others now?

A trace of monk Shangzhen's spiritual thoughts remained in the cursed killing puppet.

Once the Cursed Killing Puppet is attacked, he will also feel the same pain and suffer backlash.

Monk Shangzhen did not think that his two disciples would use the curse to kill the puppet to plot against him, so he judged that the puppet had now fallen into the hands of others.

He squeezed the seal in his hand and tried to regain control of the cursed killing puppet, but found that he couldn't do it.

And he also vaguely felt a familiar aura from the puppet.

That is……

Monk Shangzhen's face suddenly became extremely ugly: "Xuan Chengzi, it's you, how is it possible, how is it possible for you to control the monk's cursed puppet?"