Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

They looked at the square ground blankly, then looked around, and then looked at each other, still a little dazed.

It was there the moment before, and it was gone the next moment.

They thought they were dazzled.

But when they saw the eyes of others, they knew that it was not just them who saw it, but everyone saw it.

This was not dazzled, but the fact.

The most unacceptable fact.

"Who!" Fang Jun snorted angrily: "Who did it!"

"It should still be around, chase!" A burly old man shouted hurriedly.

The three of them chased in three directions, and chased to the entrance of the valley in one breath, staring at the secret sentry disciples and guards.

The six secret sentries and eight guards were all confused and panicked when facing their questioning.

They really didn't notice anyone breaking in.

"No one?" Fang Jun snorted: "If no one is a ghost?"

"No matter how powerful the cultivation is, it is impossible to hide it from the three of us at the same time!" The burly old man said in a deep voice: "Even our Phantom Magic Skill can't do it."

The most powerful illusion in the world is their Phantom Magic Skill, which can block ears and eyes, merge with the world, and be unnoticed by gods and ghosts.

This is the basis for their Phantom Sect to dominate the world.

But now someone has stolen four soul-suppressing pillars in front of them without anyone noticing.

These are not four wooden hairpins, but four soul-suppressing pillars, which are long and thick white jade pillars.

How could there be no movement at all?

Even if they can't do this, who else in the world can do it?

"Who could it be?" Another thin old man frowned and said, "No one has been able to sneak into our sect so far!"

"Is it an insider?"

"It can't be an insider. No master in the sect can do this!"

"Who could it be?"

"...Fakong Divine Monk?" Fang Jun gritted his teeth and slowly uttered these four words, his face extremely gloomy.

"Fakong Divine Monk?!" The other two old men's faces also changed slightly.

They already had doubts, but they didn't want to say these four words.

This meant that they had completely lost hope. Once they were captured by Fakong Divine Monk, they would never be able to get them back.

"How about we steal it back?" Fang Jun said unwillingly: "I believe that with our ability, we can definitely steal it back, just be careful!"

"Xiao Fang, wake up!" The burly old man said in a deep voice: "If it is really the monk Fakong, he can come in quietly and steal these four soul-suppressing pillars, how can we steal them back?"

"Elder Gao, I can't accept it!" Fang Jun gritted his teeth and said: "This is the soul-suppressing pillar, but it is related to our sect formation!"

"It's useless." The burly old man said: "No matter how good the formation is, it is useless without the soul-suppressing pillar. Forget it, we don't have this luck after all!"

When he thought that it was Fakong who did it, he made a prompt decision and immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking it back.

Not to mention the great supernatural power of the monk Fakong, even his identity is enough to deter people. He is an existence that the disciples of the Phantom Sect cannot provoke.

Fang Jun's face was gloomy, and he was very unwilling.

If he had not obtained the Soul-Suppressing Pillars and had not collected all four, he would not have felt anything. But now that he had obtained them and lost them again, he could not accept it.

"Xiao Fang, don't mess around." The burly old man said in a deep voice: "It is not too bad for us to offend him now. He has taken away the other three, which should be enough. He will not attack again. But if you provoke him again, we will lose more than just three Soul-Suppressing Pillars!"

"...Yes." Fang Jun gritted his teeth and nodded slowly, but his eyes flickered.

Fakong stood in the pine forest, observing with his heart and eyes. Seeing Fang Jun's expression, he knew that he agreed on the surface, but he did not give up.

As the master of the altar, Fang Jun was arrogant and proud. Obviously, he was not convinced by his own monk.

Fang Jun returned to his yard, his face was gloomy, and he walked around in the yard. He couldn't swallow this breath.

He thought he could take a risk.

Although the monk Fakong is powerful, he may not be invincible. If he can steal the Soul-Suppressing Pillar quietly...

When he thought of this, he suddenly showed a dejected look.

With the ability of monk Fakong, even if he stole the Soul-Suppressing Pillar, he still couldn't stop Monk Fakong from snatching it back again.

Unless he could quickly arrange it into a formation after snatching it back, it would be possible to stop Fakong's counter-snatch.

But without the Soul-Suppressing Pillar, it is difficult to arrange the formation in a short time. The formation needs the Soul-Suppressing Pillar to experiment.

No matter how you think about it, it is impossible.

"Alas!" He sighed for a long time, and finally sat down at the table dejectedly, with a gloomy face and shook his head.

Even if he was extremely unwilling, what else could he do?

He could only give up.

Fakong nodded.

He turned his head and looked at Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe: "Don't touch here yet, let them go."

"Yes." Lin Feiyang agreed readily and smiled: "But they are indeed wealthy."

Fakong shook his head and said: "I have already got what I got, enough."

He did not mean to enforce justice for the heaven.

The Phantom Sect has been able to exist for so long, there must be a way to survive, and the crime of theft is not within his scope of action.

"Okay." Lin Feiyang snorted: "It's their luck."

Fu Qinghe said: "They will get into trouble eventually."

Even if the Phantom Sect has rules, not to provoke people from the three major sects, not to provoke the court, but sometimes it is not so easy to abide by them.

Who knew that an insignificant sect or person would have a relationship with the three major sects? It is easy to involve the three major sects.

Lin Feiyang said: "It's just luck."

Fakong shook his head: "They are not just lucky, they have a unique way of life, and they are not so unlucky. Let's go."

"Abbot, let's go back." Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe turned their heads to look at the valley where the Phantom Sect was located, and turned around and floated away.

Fakong disappeared in a flash.

He returned to his courtyard, and then four soul-suppressing pillars appeared in the center of the courtyard, neatly arranged.

He stared at the four white jade pillars, which exuded a gentle luster under the moonlight, and his face showed excitement.

His efforts were not in vain, and he finally fished back the other three soul-suppressing pillars and collected four soul-suppressing pillars.

With these four soul-suppressing pillars, the establishment of the Little Western Paradise will not be so difficult, and the power will be more powerful.

Although now, with his own clairvoyance, the friends around him are not in danger of life, and they can all be guaranteed to be safe.

But there are accidents in everything.

The fate seen by the clairvoyance has too many variables.

The Little Western Paradise had to be built as soon as possible, lest they really died in an accident, and the Little Western Paradise was not built yet, and they could only watch their souls leave for reincarnation.

At that time, it would be too late to regret.

So in order to avoid this situation, he decided to build the Little Western Paradise in advance and build it as quickly as possible.

He did it as he thought, looked down at the four soul-suppressing pillars, explored them carefully, and experienced their differences.

These four soul-suppressing pillars came from the same source. Except for the previous one with the Mingyue Zhenyu Sutra, the remaining three only had patterns.

Through these patterns, some of the mysteries of the Mingyue Zhenyu Sutra were revealed.

After analyzing it, he began to deduce and began to arrange the Little Western Paradise.

His mind was empty, and the Kalachakra Tower lit up again, burning a month's life.

When the sunlight shone into the courtyard in the early morning of the next day, the entire outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple was already shrouded in the Little Western Paradise, and the four soul-suppressing pillars had disappeared without a trace.

As soon as the Little Western Paradise was built and started to function, the four soul-suppressing pillars disappeared, as if they had become another kind of existence. Only Fakong could sense them.

PS: Update completed.