"Jinchang is actually dead?"
The morning sun shone on his body, and what Zhang Xuezhou saw in his eyes was not warmth.
Facing the light, Jinchang's bloody head immediately came into view.
Jinchang's ferocious expression after his death looked particularly terrifying.
"Dead, dead," Jin Wanliang said happily: "Grandpa is very agile. As long as he kills the weaker ones, no one can escape from grandpa's pursuit!"
"Ahem!"
King Jinchan's face was rosy. He coughed slightly and signaled Jin Wanliang not to add the words 'kill those who are inferior', which would make him look like he could only bully the weak.
In front of Jinchang, Hao Bugui staggered, constantly examining the head and identifying the features of Jinchang.
He activated his magic power and slowly pulled a bloody filament from his body.
"Junior brother, you will eventually die in this fight!"
The puppet thread in the body was drawn out extremely smoothly.
Without the traction of the master's magic power, Chu Bugui's drawing was done carefully and smoothly.
He looked at the nearly ten meters long puppet string on the ground and felt little pity for Jinchang.
Either Jinchang dies, or he dies himself, or is even made into a puppet by Jinchang, or turns into a human elixir in the future.
Fu Bugui couldn't accept that kind of future.
He cherishes his life.
If you don't want to die, others will die.
The shadow of more than ten years faded away, and Hao Bugui felt relieved, feeling that some kind of imprisonment had been broken.
He glanced at the head with green blood remaining in the nostrils, then leaned down and dug a small hole on the spot.
After throwing Jinchang's head in, he buried it with loess and gave it a good burial.
"His body is one hundred and twenty miles away?" Hao Bugui asked Jin Chan Dharma King.
"It's almost this distance. If you want to take a detour in the mountains, the journey may be longer." Jin Chan Dharma King nodded and said: "Don't blame me for not bringing his lower half back. I am also old and my body has been severely damaged. There’s no way you can jump around with a corpse on your back!”
"As long as you have the medicinal materials, I can refine a few great elixirs for you and it shouldn't be a problem to recover from your physical injuries!"
Fu Bugui glanced toward the distant west several times, and finally gave up the idea of collecting the corpse.
In their team, he suffered repeated physical injuries. Jin Chan Dharma King had several serious injuries and was injured again by Jinchang. Wu Chao's complexion showed an abnormal rosy color, which was obviously due to an accident such as breaking the power.
As for Zhang Xuezhou and Jin Wanliang, let’s not talk about one person and one monster.
Zhang Xuezhou's habit of going to bed on time cannot be shaken. He can only be taken care of by others, and it is impossible for Zhang Xuezhou to work for others.
Jin Wanliang's demon treasure was refined into elixirs, which were almost equivalent to useless demons. Without protection, they could easily be killed by demon hunters.
A dilapidated and damaged team is not suitable for traveling far away to collect corpses.
The prince of Chang'an City and his party encountered risks in Lingnan. Only by constantly staying away from this area can they avoid risks instead of stepping into them.
Fu Bugui thought for a few seconds and decided to stay away from this area.
He complied with the previous request of His Holiness Jin Toad, which immediately put a smile on His Holiness Jin Toad’s face.
"You still agree to my cultivation!"
Zhang Xuezhou came to his senses and quickly reminded Cuo Bugui.
"That's no problem." Zhu Bugui nodded and said, "As long as you are willing to become my student, I can teach you the cultivation techniques of the Yin Yang Jiutian Sect."
"Master, please accept me as my little disciple..."
Zhang Xuezhou opened his mouth to come, but was pulled by Wuchao, which made him blush a little.
According to the rules, he was a disciple of Yi Zhehe Holy Land. At this time, brazenly worshiping at another mountain is tantamount to betraying the Holy Land.
"Taoist Master, you have never said anything about becoming a disciple before," Zhang Xuezhou said, "You directly agreed to practice for us."
"The cultivation skills of the Yin Yang family are only passed down to children and sect disciples," Cui Bugui said silently, "No sect will teach cultivation knowledge to outsiders wantonly. This is a rule that applies everywhere!"
Fu Bugui looked at Zhang Xuezhou.
He did not feel that Zhang Xuezhou was a genius in Yin-Yang Taoism, and he had no special master-disciple relationship with Zhang Xuezhou.
But Fu Bugui knew very well that he had to take Zhang Xuezhou under his tutelage.
The reason for this is firstly the rules of teaching, and secondly because he needs to save his life.
Zhang Xuezhou is the adopted son of King Jin Chan. As long as he becomes Zhang Xuezhou's teacher, he will no longer be an outsider, but can be tied to these people and monsters.
"As long as you worship me as your teacher, I will teach you the Jiutian Sect's cultivation techniques, or even all the cultivation techniques," Gu Bugui said: "This involves our Jiutian Sect's alchemy, formations, and magic weapons."
"Master, my disciple...wait a minute, Taoist Priest, you seem to be overpowering the students." Zhang Xuezhou said doubtfully: "I seem to have heard that you accept a student and kill each student, and then all the students die. How can I join your sect?" Not looking for death!"
"Who is spreading such rumors?" said Bugui Lian Qingdao.
"That's what Zhong Rang said," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"He is slandering my character," Cuo Bugui said bitterly, "Several of my former students died in the turmoil, and Jinchang's intervention was indispensable. They are not my students!"
"But...but..."
Zhang Xuezhou hesitated twice.
If Wu Chao was not present, he would kowtow and wait until he got the cultivation technique.
But Wu Chao's philosophy is different from Zhang Xuezhou's.
If Zhang Xuezhou really becomes a disciple of Cuo Bugui, their fate as brothers will most likely be broken up.
Zhang Xuezhou would even become a traitor to the Holy Land of Yi Zhe River, and he would be cursed and killed in the future.
"My junior brother is apprenticed to Master Hongku from the Holy Land of Yijihe River. He is one of the three inner disciples of this year. How can he change his disciples easily?" Wuchao frowned and said, "You can't be a disciple, but my junior brother is a disciple of yours." He will definitely be expelled from the Holy Land of Yi Zhe River and hunted down, and he will definitely die by then!"
"That's the truth." Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said, "As long as you can protect me, I am willing to become your teacher!"
"Can't afford it!"
Fu Bugui curled his lips and had to make a sound of approval.
His eyes were a little surprised. He did not expect that a young hunter like Zhang Xuezhou would actually become a disciple of the Holy Land of Yijihe River.
But when he thought of Dharma King Jin Chan, he had a general understanding in his heart.
Jin Chan Dharma King is obviously the bridge where Zhang Xuezhou worshiped at the Holy Land of Yi Zhe River. It seems that this old toad adopted his adopted son not just on a whim, but for real.
This made Hao Bugui decide to use Zhang Xuezhou's relationship.
The closer the relationship between Zhang Xuezhou and King Jin Chan is, the closer he will obviously be.
If they cannot complete the binding to each other, he is a tool that must be discarded after using it. Only by staying firmly together can he survive safely in the future.
"But I still say the same old saying, you can only learn skills by becoming a disciple." Zhu Bugui said: "Maybe you can convince your senior brother and let him put down the matter of you joining another disciple first."
"Senior brother?"
"Don't underestimate Hongku. You are the student selected by the Traction Curse." Wuchao said helplessly: "If I really have to change my disciples three times and nine times, I'm afraid Hongku will notice the changes related to the Traction Curse, and he will directly take the Holy Land." The rules will kill you."
"in this way?"
"You'll die sooner than me!"
"That won't work!"
Zhang Xuezhou shook his head repeatedly.
He is not someone who will die if he hears the truth every day.
Zhang Xuezhou's purpose in doing many things is to prevent himself from dying, rather than actively seeking death.
But Zhang Xuezhou's head turned quite quickly.
He glanced at Jin Chan Dharma King several times, then lowered his head and put his ear to Cuo Bugui's ear.
"Taoist Master, do you want to accept your adopted son?"
