The mottled flesh worms turned into powder in Zhu Qingfeng's palm.
Thousands of miles away, in an ordinary small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River.
A pair of blood-colored eyes slowly opened, and a hoarse voice like an old woman spoke: "Young Master, the Corpse Soul Insect has disappeared."
"It doesn't matter."
The quiet and elegant young man leaned on the green bamboo, with a bit of confidence in control on his handsome face: "The goal has been achieved."
The long dark veil streaked across the ground, and mottled poisonous scorpions and centipedes fell to the ground.
"Young Master, could it be that Zhu Qingfeng noticed something? After all, he is also a master on the Supreme List."
There was a hint of worry in the hoarse voice.
The young man stared at the sky with a calm expression: "Today, in the northern grasslands, the Immortal Heaven has come to the world. Iron cavalry came from the north and invaded the borders of the Sui Dynasty. Therefore, Dao Sect issued an edict to the world. Now there are thirteen rivers and lakes supremes. Set foot in the royal court of the Golden Tent.”
"Now that Zhu Qingfeng is in northern Xinjiang, how can he have time to care about the land south of the Yangtze River?"
A proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Unless his daughter is fatally threatened."
The young man shook his landscape folding fan and said with a faint smile: "It's just that in the hands of that silly girl, there is a supreme treasure. It contains the supreme will, and even a warrior who has condensed the true elixir of martial arts cannot stop it."
"Who can hurt her? Unless!"
His words were slightly condensed, and a strange look flashed across his face.
"Unless what?"
There was a hint of urgency in the hoarse words.
The young man sneered and said with some fun: "Unless there is a madman who is not afraid of death and dares to anger a supreme king! This is not enough. He must have the ability to destroy a supreme treasure. Otherwise, no matter how powerful Zhu Qingfeng is, he will not be able to detect it."
Even though he boasted of his talent, he could not destroy the supreme treasure weapon while holding a mysterious weapon.
After all, the so-called "supreme treasure" is something that purely contains the supreme true meaning.
How many warriors in the magical power realm can withstand the power of the Supreme?
...
The brilliance dissipated, and Zhu Qingfeng's figure also disappeared.
Zhou Tianlin slowly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed loudly: "Master, my disciple will never let you down."
Chen Xiu stared at what was in front of him, but he couldn't calm down in his heart: "The heroes of the late Sui Dynasty have all been born. Today, the dragon boat is about to go down to the south of the Yangtze River. Troubled times are really coming."
He slowly raised his head, stared at Zhou Tianfu and said slowly: "Brother Tianlin."
After a pause, Chen Xiu stared and said, "No, Du Fuwei. Do you have any plans next?"
There was a bit of confusion in Zhou Tianlin's eyes: "I don't know. Since I was a child, Master has taught me how to practice the exercises and accompany my junior sister. Now I am alone and I really don't know where I am."
Ji Wuqing's eyes moved slightly and he said softly: "How about I write to the prince and recommend you to join the Xuanjing Division."
Zhou Tianlin clasped his hands in his fists and said with a wry smile: "Brother Qingqing's kindness, I will remember it. It's just that I'm used to being comfortable in the Shenwu Pavilion and don't want to join the sect. Now, I want to visit the famous mountains and rivers. Find a quiet place and practice the "Six Mountains Royal Palm" well."
There was a hint of amusement in Chen Wu's eyes.
It seems that he was hit hard.
Chen Xiu held his chin and pondered slightly.
Then, he suddenly said: "Then I can give you some direction."
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He spoke slowly: "Liaodong, Changbai Mountains! There are mountains all over the place, maybe it's suitable for you."
There was a somewhat inexplicable look in Chen Xiu's eyes.
As far as he can remember, Du Fuwei started his career in Changbai Mountain.
Luo Cao became a bandit and raised up his righteous troops to attack the Sui Dynasty.
"It is indeed quiet in the north of Liaodong." Du Fuwei had some sparkle in his eyes. He stared at Chen Xiu and slightly cupped his hands: "Brother Chen, I lost to you today because I didn't practice enough. If we can meet again in the future, See you, I hope I can compete with you again."
After saying that, his feet were like shadows, his movements were like illusions, and he walked straight into the crowd without looking back.
Finally disappeared from sight.
"Chen Wu, can you figure out anything? About this corpse soul insect." Chen Xiu turned around slightly and his eyes fell on Chen Wu.
In his hand, he held a rather delicate paper crane.
This paper crane has a slightly dark gold color, and it has an inexplicable power.
This is the messenger crane given to him by Zhu Qingfeng, which comes from the Taoist sect.
It is said that the paper cranes in Taoism are white, yellow, green and black, a total of four colors, representing four identities.
White is the most common, it is ordinary talisman paper, used for daily communication between disciples; yellow is "soul paper", which is used to suppress demons and eliminate demons, and the transformed paper crane is used to communicate with each other among the Taoist sects; cyan It is the "Thousand Years Unifying Spirit Paper", which is the official document of the Taoist sect and also represents the news of the Zhenwu Shen Sect, the leader of the Taoist sect.
As for the black paper crane, only elders and above of Xuanwu Zhenzong can possess the "Xuanwu Soul-Calming Paper". It is specially used to contact the Taoist ancestral land and the elders with deep connections, and it is valuable.
"Okay, it's okay. However, the price of my fortune-telling is very high." Chen Wuguai laughed, flipping the folding fan in his hand and pressing it against his heart: "Because, if you calculate once, you will live less. Ten days."
As he spoke, scattered calculations floated in his hands, and a deep look appeared in his eyes: "However, if we cooperate, the cost is negligible. After all, I still have fifty days to live, and I also want to Just keep living."
Chen Xiu narrowed his eyes: "What can I help you with?"
Chen Wu grinned, with a bit of fanaticism in his eyes: "The Red Cliff Altar is about to open! Let's cooperate!"
Ji Qingqing clasped his fists and said calmly: "By the way, what is in this? It makes you so crazy."
Chen Wuguai laughed twice, and a deep voice sounded: "Zhuge Wolong used to divine the days and predict the wind and rain. As long as I get it, I am sure to enter the realm of supernatural power!"
"At that time, I will be able to live another sixty years!"
At this moment, there was the sound of heavy wheels rolling, from far to near.
"Mr. Chen, my third son has invited me."
A slightly respectful voice sounded in Chen Xiu's ears.
The flow of people in the distance spread out to both sides like a tide. A huge four-wheeled carriage slowly approached.
The exquisite and luxurious chariot was pulled by four snow-like white horses. The dark golden horse hooves stepped down gently, drawing everyone's attention, and gradually stopped in front of Chen Xiu.
The rather gorgeously dressed old man bowed slightly, his respectful face showing a hint of curiosity.
My third son, what is his identity?
The first aristocratic family in Jiangnan, the heir to the Nanchen Wang family!
He is also the heir to Anlehou and the peerless genius ranked third on the Billboard.
This is the first time in so many years that he has seen the Third Young Master so solemn?
"It's an invitation from Young Master Chen." Chen Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly.
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