After setting up the formation and waiting for Guanzhu Zhang to come out, Monk Fayuan used the Law of Cause and Effect to deduce the whereabouts of Old Monster Xue. Later, when Baili Chun and the others arrived, Master Baili also concentrated on the deduction. The two of them vaguely calculated that Xue Guren Still on Wandering Island.
Under the noses of many fourth-level masters, it was impossible for Old Monster Xue to escape unnoticed.
They planned to wait for the battle between the evil god and Guanzhu Zhang to come to an end before joining forces to find out the whereabouts of Old Monster Xue.
At this time, he heard Zhang Guanzhu's words and pointed out where Old Monster Xue was hiding. Lu Zijin smiled and cursed: "You don't want to come out and die, right? Mr. Donkey will use thunder to invite you! Go!"
The others did not compete with Lu Zijin, but each prepared their own attack methods.
No one knows what kind of backhand Mr. Xue has. When he finds Mr. Xue later, he is too lazy to talk nonsense with the old thief. They communicate with each other and agree to attack with all their strength and not to crush the old thief to ashes. It is really difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart. .
Monk Fa Nan gripped the Zen staff in his hand, and veins appeared on the back of his hand. He wanted to attack one more time for Junior Brother Fa Nan.
"Thunder bang", five fists of bright silver thunderballs smashed into the ruins one after another.
The nearby lightning jumped and spread into pieces, all flashed together, and there was a deafening "boom" sound, and a tunnel more than ten feet wide exploded in the ground, revealing a dark cave passage with smoke on the side.
Tu Kun held the flying stone in his hand and looked down at Lu Zijin, who was actually very good at using thunder. He curled his lips and struck, "You think the thunder is louder than the rain but the raindrops are small. You have to practice more. It's such a waste." many."
His flying stone is extremely powerful, but it is troublesome to use, and it will take decades of practice before it can be used with ease.
Lu Zijin didn't argue with the Earth Protector, knowing that the old man was still looking for fun and trouble with him by contradicting him a few times.
He is always easy to talk to when his temper is low, so I don't mind joking or hitting him no matter what.
Controlling a lightning method, he turned around and drilled into the underground passage. In a moment, he reached the end and slammed into it. With a "bang", to everyone's surprise, the lightning easily exploded the restriction, and his consciousness swept away, revealing the situation inside at a glance.
"Hey, he's dead!"
"Old Xue's monster soldiers have been released!"
"His uncle is too cheap for him."
Everyone looked at the corpse wrapped in black robes that was sitting in the secret room without any breath, and they were filled with indignation and yelled and cursed.
Monk Fa Nan and Lu Zi entered several flying passages. Worried that the cunning old monster Xue could escape by pretending to be dead, they walked into the secret room carefully. They first carefully checked the ground, stone walls, and ceiling inside several times, and then used magic power to lift the body. Come out.
Monk Fayuan and Bai Lichun had seen the shriveled and ugly true face of the old monster Xue. They used the ebony hairpin taken from his bun and the jade pendant on his waist to calculate silently and roughly know the cause and effect.
Old Monster Xue sacrificed the lives and flesh of tens of thousands of mortals and most of the monks in the city, and invited the soul-divided lower realm of the evil god Luo Mo. He originally thought that he would be able to sweep away the monks from the Eastern Continent, but unexpected things happened one after another.
He misjudged the abilities of Guanzhu Zhang and Guanzhu Chen, and interrupted the process of the evil god's separated souls descending from the altar.
Later, the evil god and Zhang Guanzhu were defeated in the battle for the soul, and even the fragment of the soul was lost. Old Monster Xue's wish to obtain benefits from asking the god failed, and he even fell into a desperate situation. Knowing that there was no hope of escape, he rushed to find him before everyone else. He committed suicide before disbanding his troops.
The two announced that Xue Guren had been executed, and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's not right. Monster Xue died after being defeated. He kept his soul intact and entered the underworld. Isn't there a high chance of reincarnation? Maybe he has made sufficient preparations and is sure to be able to wake up in a few decades. Later...this old fox, he used death to escape, what a sinister plan!"
The more Zhu Xun talked, the angrier he became, and he was so happy that he kicked the remains of old monster Xue into the air.
The death of the Great Heavenly Master made him feel extremely bad.
Baili Chun smiled bitterly and said: "Now we can only hope that the old monster Xue is guilty of serious sins, and the judge from the underworld will send him to the eighteenth level of hell, where his soul will suffer day and night, and his spiritual soul will be consumed forever. You are not allowed to reincarnate."
Monk Fayuan shook his head and said: "Xue Guren's practice is contrary to the right path.
"The destroyer of Tao, he may be confident that he will not go to the underworld to accept the judgment according to common sense. Otherwise, with his temperament, he will definitely find ways to take a bite before dying. How could he die so peacefully?"
The others were so impatient that they had already cursed. This battle had suffered heavy casualties, but the culprit was not found. There was no way to pursue and defend him. It would be decades before Old Monster Xue changed his appearance.
So damn frustrating.
Lu Zijin cursed loudly and loudly.
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to hold up the fallen remains of the old monster Xue with magic power, preventing others from using it to vent their anger, and said: "Everyone, please be patient and let me think of a way. Maybe I can make the old monster Xue's body The idea fell through."
Zhu Xun suddenly remembered something. Guanzhu Zhang had a relationship with Bai Wuchang of the Nether Realm. He had read the top-secret files and it was recorded in it. He hurriedly said: "Brother Zhang, please cast the spell. No matter whether it is successful or not, just try your best."
The rules of the underworld are different from those in the human world. It is extremely difficult to interfere even slightly with the underworld's punishment.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded. He was unwilling to give it a try. When Bai Wuchang didn't see him, he still said something. He carried the remains of old monster Xue and flew to the tunnel below. He arranged a restricted cover. He walked through the passage into the secret room and put down the remains. He took out the incense table, placed wine, spirit and fruits as sacrifices, lit three sticks of incense, held them in his hands and murmured.
After a while, some slight fluctuations appeared in the air.
Bai Wuchang's blurry figure appeared, and he actually met him. He said politely: "Zhang Daoyou, why are you looking for me?"
Of course the past unpleasantness will be forgotten if it should be forgotten, no need to mention it.
Looking at the Taoist priest who had advanced to the golden elixir realm, he was attracted by the invisible canopy of merits and virtues shrouding Guanzhu Zhang this time. Otherwise, if he wanted to stay cool for a while, there must be a sense of restraint between friends.
Zhang Wenfeng was overjoyed to see Bai Wuchang willing to show up to meet him. He inserted the incense into the incense burner, pointed at the remains on the ground, briefly explained the matter, and expressed his meaning euphemistically. Of course, he could not directly ask for the soul of Old Monster Xue to be broken into. In the eighteenth level of hell, Bai Wuchang doesn't have that right. He has to have a correct attitude when asking for help.
Bai Wuchang didn't need to pay attention to the grievances between monks in the world. Taoist Zhang asked him for help, but he didn't refuse and shirk it.
He took out a booklet and compared it with the remains on the ground. The book flipped quickly and stopped at a certain page. After reading it, Bai Wuchang smiled and shook his head: "His soul fell into the territory of the three halls. Cross the hall." It’s more troublesome to ask ghosts for help.”
Zhang Wenfeng listened to his friend and saw that Bai Wuchang wanted to help him, so he smiled and said, "Can you ask fellow Taoist Bai to do something? What kind of sacrifices or items are needed? Let me know in advance and I will see if I can get it."
If it is really troublesome or too costly, he has to consider whether it is worth it.
He would definitely not pay for it privately. If the item was too valuable and rare, others would inevitably suspect that he had swallowed it, and it was impossible for him to let Bai Wuchang type a receipt.
Bai Wuchang nodded and said, "I'll give it a try. If it can be done, you can help me draw a talisman."
The ghost leaders of the ten palaces in the underworld are all related to each other. In that position, who can not ask for ghosts for thousands of years? It happens that he is familiar with several ghost leaders of the same status in the third palace. Things that cannot be accommodated in the eyes of others are really not a big deal in their eyes. There are too many places that can be manipulated.
It is not a difficult task to circumvent the judge and punish the ghost and send it to the eighteenth level of hell.
Zhang Wenfeng heard Bai Wuchang agree and clasped his fists with joy: "Can you tell me what talisman you want to draw?"
Bai Wuchang did not show any pretense, he directly took out a leather scroll and a few thin black jade, and said: "You have merit, drawing the 'Cloud Seal Collecting Yin Talisman' is not difficult for you, but it will cost you a little." Some merit."
Zhang Wenfeng understood. He carefully looked at the requirements for drawing the Yunzhuan Jiyin Talisman, as well as the sequence of beginning, succession, transition, and completion. He nodded and said, "No problem. I will practice for some time and I can draw it."
The two reached a simple deal and decided the tragic fate of Mr. Xue's ghost in the underworld in the middle of a joke.
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