The Fierce Taoist of Online Games

As soon as the two of them walked into the passage, their bodies involuntarily rose from the ground. They were engulfed by the powerful turbulence of energy and flew into the sky and into the clouds. Immediately, the world in front of the two of them was replaced by a chaos, and the violent energy turbulence roared. Fortunately, there was a red cloak to resist. Their bodies did not suffer any harm, but they still curled up and did not dare to move.

After the two sticks of incense, the noise of the energy turbulence was much smaller and the surrounding chaos disappeared. After three more breaths, their feet suddenly stepped on the solid ground.

This familiar feeling calmed Zhou Xing's heart. He hurriedly looked around and saw the scene when he left the Zixiao Palace. He knew that he had finally left the ghost world and went home.

Unlike Zhou Xing’s calmness, Mo Hui looked very surprised. She saw herself standing on a large disc, surrounded by a dozen monks exuding the unique atmosphere of the Nascent Soul Realm boss, and she became frightened and immediately hid. Behind Zhou Xing. Since following Zhou Xing, Mo Hui's courage has become smaller.

"It's okay, we're home." Zhou Xing smiled, and then looked at a middle-aged man not far away, and Han Yue and Ouyang Ke behind him.

Han Jingyu smiled and said, "Little friend Zhou Xing, welcome home. It's great that you are fine! Is the person behind you the Die Wu you're looking for?"

Zhou Xing clasped his fist and said: "Thank you, Palace Master Han, for great grace. She is my little apprentice in the ghost world, called Mo Hui. I also found Die Wu, but...just..."

"What's the matter?" Han Jingyu immediately asked Zhou Xing with a deep frown.

Zhou Xing sighed, and with a thought, he took out the sealed Die Wu from the Heiner Ring, and said: "She was made a puppet and lost her reason. I have to seal her."

Die Wu was still golden all over, floating in the air, and when everyone saw it, everyone gathered around.

"That vicious trick!" Han Jingyu said after some investigation.

"Senior, please help the younger generation to restore Diawu!" Zhou Xing bowed his fist and said respectfully.

Han Jingyu sighed: "The usual method of refining puppets is to use heaven, material and earth treasures to sacrifice, then condense the human form, and then use secret techniques to incorporate a trace of dead souls into it so that it can execute the commands of the controller. The dead are the same, but this person did the opposite, and directly refines the living people into puppets. This is very rare in the demon sect! In order to let the living people also obey him, this person must Die Wu's original memory was completely erased, and then she was implanted with the heart of killing. If she wanted to return to her original appearance, it would be...extremely difficult!"

Zhou Xing said bitterly: "The person who killed Die Wu is called Shangguanfeng. I have killed him and extracted his soul. I have searched for his soul many times. Indeed, as the predecessors said, he used this The method has harmed Die Wu! I tortured him many times, trying to force a restoration method, but he himself didn't know what to do, so I asked seniors for help!"

Zhou Xing clasped his fists again and bowed deeply.

Han Jingyu sighed deeply, and said after a long while: "I am not proficient in puppet making, but... the two ancestors living in the Zizhu Forest are very knowledgeable, you go to them, maybe things can turn around."

"Thank you senior!"

...

Two old men are playing chess at the Zixiao Palace, Qilin Mountain, Zizhu Forest, and the creek.

One person in black clothes and black hair holds black, and the other person in white clothes holds white hair and white hair. They both play chess and chat, and exchange seats from time to time.

Just listen to the black-clothed old man saying: "Lao Bai, that little guy is here again, he really has a relationship with our Purple Cloud Palace! With that, can we help?"

The white-clothed old man sighed: "He has been chased by the Great Sword Sect so far, and he is still alive, and his cultivation is extremely fast. It can be seen that he is both a poor man and a man of good fortune. If he can help, he should help."

The black-clothed old man said: "It's a pity, those old guys of Tianyuanzong are dead, don't tell me, I haven't seen them for decades, I really miss them! Can you believe it, even that Lian Xingtian unexpectedly I haven't come back! That's the old monster who will be beaten even if we join hands!"

"Hmph, then why didn't you go to the ancient battlefield to accompany them?"

"Do you think I don't want to go? I can't help it!" The black-clothed old man stretched out a thin finger, pointed to it, shook his head and sighed.

While the two were talking, Zhou Xing had already followed Han Jingyu. The latter held a fist and saluted the two of them, and said sincerely: "Two ancestors, this little guy is called Zhou Xing, a disciple of Tianyuanzong, and also Han Yue’s benefactor. He is now in trouble, and the junior begs the two ancestors to help!"

The old man in white looked at Zhou Xing and said, "Little guy, we already know about you. Don't be verbose, take out the puppet and take a look."

Zhou Xing clasped his fists and thanked him, immediately took out the sealed Die Wu, and carefully hugged her in front of the old man. The old man put his hand on her forehead and said after a moment: "The memory has indeed been completely erased, and the soul has been seriously damaged. I have Help you dispel her desire to kill, and after the seal is lifted, she won't attack you again, but it is extremely difficult to restore her to the beginning."

The black-clothed old man said: "So far, the ten major factions have formulated countless rules in the world of spiritual practice. Among them, the puppet making is explicitly forbidden to use living people. It is not a pity for this Shangguanfeng to die! Little guy, you can take his soul Give it to me, the old man will let him go into a sea of ​​suffering and never enter into reincarnation!

Zhou Xing said, "Thank you, senior, but you should take revenge yourself to do it yourself."

"Yes, yes, it's fun to do this kind of thing yourself! Your kid's temper to me!" The black-clothed old man showed appreciation on his face.

Han Jingyu apologized for not helping Zhou Xing. Zhou Xing saw it. After the two left Zizhu Forest, he said: "Senior Han, you have helped many times. You have already repaid the little things I did for Han Yue, Die I will think of a way about dancing, please don’t worry about it."

Han Jingyu was silent, and said after a moment: "Zhou Xing, I want to accept you as a disciple, are you willing?"

Zhou Xing was taken aback, and said, "Isn't Ouyang Ke a disciple of the seniors?"

"I can make an exception."

Zhou Xing thought for a while, clasped his fist and said, "Please forgive the younger generation for not being able to follow their lives."

Han Jingyu was slightly surprised. After all, countless people wanted to worship his own door, but Zhou Xing refused, and he was definitely not acting, so he asked, "Why?"

"First, the junior has a master. Although my life and death are unknown, I am still a disciple of the Tianyuanzong; second, the junior is now wanted by the Great Sword Sect for hunting and killing. If you worship the senior as a teacher, you will definitely bring it to Zixiao Palace. Trouble and pressure, juniors have been harassing many times, and they don’t want to owe them any more, otherwise their conscience will be uneasy."

Han Jingyu sighed softly, shook his head, and nodded again.