Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

Chapter 285 Ghost Shadow... Number One

"It's really interesting that he can escape the tracking of the spiritual treasure!"

A sallow face with a wooden expression suddenly raised up, his eyes were as big as copper bells, his eyes were wide open, his nose was slightly collapsed, and the two moustaches under his nose were thin and slightly curled.

He looked to be in his early forties. He held a green compass in his hand. The material was unknown, but it was a bit magical and emitting a bright light. The inside was not written in the style of the post-natal eight trigrams, ten heavenly stems and twelve earthly branches like an ordinary compass.

There was only one pointer, and it was now motionless.

The paralyzed man waved his right hand, and a corpse walked up with an expressionless face, wearing a red dress, and his steps were high and low, swaying unsteadily.

Seeing that her hands were full of muscles and veins, which was very inconsistent with her slender figure, looking up, her flat chest was slightly sunken, and the breeze could clearly feel that it was sunken a lot.

Looking at her face again, half of it was delicate, and the other half was burnt beyond recognition.

Bullhead!

With only half of her face, she could still be recognized.

Because the remaining half of her face was still recognizable.

But her current state was very strange, as if she had been refined into a corpse puppet.

The paralyzed man waited for the bullhead to approach, stretched out his right hand and pressed against her forehead. In a short while, a small amount of energy was gradually guided out of her body. The energy ignited instantly as soon as it came out of the body, turning into white flames.

"Not bad magical power!"

The man exclaimed, holding the energy and slowly throwing it into the compass. The compass immediately absorbed the small flame after touching it, and then the pointer began to spin wildly.

After a while, when the pointer stopped, it seemed to have returned to the starting point.

"It still doesn't work."

The man had no expression on his face and spoke in a flat tone.

The magical fire on the bull head was deliberately sealed into the body, the purpose of which was to find its owner through this magical power.

The compass was originally normal, but it suddenly failed a few days ago, and no matter how hard you try, it can no longer point out the direction.

The spiritual treasure cannot go wrong or break.

The only explanation is that the other party has other means to hide itself.

It's really a little devil full of secrets!

"Forget it, let me go to another place first."

The man had to give up Han Yu's pursuit and turned to talk to the bull head who had become a dead man.

And the place he was talking about turned out to be the underground palace that Han Yu and several unlucky guys from the Ziqiang Sect had entered not long ago. When one person and one corpse stood in front of a mountain and looked at a bare slope, the man's wooden face slightly pulled his eyebrows.

This looked a little strange. It was a lush mountain, but why was it bald at this location?

"It seems that someone has really moved it."

The paralyzed man muttered to himself. The purpose of his coming here was to determine whether there was any problem here.

After he slightly spread his hands, he just made a move to separate them to the left and right, and it seemed that an invisible force forcibly separated the entire slope silently.

The entrance to the underground palace appeared in front of him, and inside was a deep dark underground.

The man waved calmly, and one person and one corpse slowly walked down the steps.

In the pitch-black corridor, the figures of the two people could not be seen at all, only the footsteps of one light and one heavy kept echoing.

Soon they arrived at the hall of the underground palace, and the countless stone pillars had only a faint glow left.

On the altar, the four dragon-prisoning pillars had dimmed and lost their luster, and the big cauldron on top was silent.

The man walked forward slowly, stepped onto the altar, and looked inside the cauldron, only to find that it was empty.

The suppressed magical monster had long disappeared.

"This is going to be really fun."

The man shook his head slowly and spoke. Just as he was about to retreat, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky and pounced on the man.

Looking closely, it was a black soft thing. Han Yu recognized it, and the man naturally recognized it even more.

Seeing that it was about to touch the man, the soft thing instantly emitted countless silk threads that seemed to wrap the man up.

"Seal!"

Unfortunately, before it got close, the man raised his hand carelessly. A simple word, but it really fixed it in the void as if it was a word.

"Ah!"

The soft monster made an extremely sharp cry, trying to confuse the man in front of it, but after calling a few times, it found that the man was not moved at all.

Then the man tapped the monster with his index finger, and the immobilized monster instantly shattered into countless pieces like porcelain.

"You are really disgusting!"

The man looked at the debris on the ground and snorted softly. As soon as he finished speaking, the debris broke and a thing half the size of the previous monster immediately rushed towards the direction of the tunnel and tried to escape.

"Seal!"

Another finger tapped lightly, and the monster could only change various shapes on the spot, trying to touch the exit by extending its body.

"It is really a tenacious life."

The paralyzed man looked at the mud-like thing and thought for a while.

From a certain perspective, this thing can be said to be inexhaustible. As long as it is given a little chance, it can immediately split another new life, which is quite tricky.

It should have been an excellent magical power, but because it was uncontrollable, the Holy Church could not use it at all and was suppressed here.

In the history of the Holy Church, this thing had almost made the Holy Church think of destroying it several times because of its continuous regeneration characteristics, and then it was repeatedly preserved because of this characteristic.

The thing is too good, after all, I can't bear to give it up.

"Collect!"

A small porcelain bottle appeared in the man's hand. After gently waving his hand, a force pulled the monster into the porcelain bottle out of thin air.

After doing all this, the man's wooden face moved slightly.

Because there was another thing waiting for him to do on this trip.

But he didn't want to go.

"A group of little guys are playing house there. It's really inappropriate for me to go there, don't you think?"

The man seemed to be talking to himself, but he was facing the bull head that had become a dead body.

"There's nothing wrong with playing house, but sometimes they get naughty and an adult should come out to teach them a lesson."

"But I just don't want to go, why don't you go for me?"

At this point, the man paused and felt that this was a good idea.

Thinking of this, he took out the porcelain bottle again and squeezed out a ball of soft matter as if pulling it.

The soft matter struggled frantically, but could only let the man squeeze it into a round shape and flatten it and put it in front of the bull head.

"Here, I'll give you a candy."

After the voice fell, the man suddenly loosened his palm, and the soft matter suddenly regained its freedom and rushed towards the face of the bull head. At the moment it was close to the face, the soft matter spread out like spider silk and kept drilling into its eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The next moment, the bull head, which had been following the man quietly, suddenly moved on its own.

"You are free, ghost... Number One."