Nangong Qian watched his master fall and died, heartbroken. He remembered that his father and Qu Weng had fallen in front of him, and he was equally powerless. He had a splitting headache, and hatred, anger, and despair were clashing fiercely in his mind, threatening to erupt at any moment and tear him apart.
He looked up to the sky and roared, the sound shook the sky, the wind and clouds rolled, and the blood moon disappeared without a trace. The black energy in his body leaked out, and he couldn't see his fingers. The purple space that enveloped him was constantly twisting and changing, and was about to collapse at any time.
Seeing that he was about to break through the restraints, Nangong Shen hurriedly activated the blood lotus, spraying out layers of purple energy to reinforce the space.
Mr. Qian couldn't break free. He stopped struggling, and the black energy around him gradually condensed into a dark figure, with eyebrows that looked exactly like him. The shadow seemed ethereal, but suddenly a heavy punch knocked Nangong Shen ten feet away, causing him to vomit blood.
Although Nangong Shen was frightened, he had experienced many battles and immediately fought back. When he flew over, the shadow dispersed like a ghost, and then condensed again, soundlessly, and hit him hard from behind.
Nangong Shen kept coughing up blood, with a stunned expression, "Is this the 'Demon Soul', the highest level of cultivation in the demon world? I'm looking down on you! It seems that only if a person conforms to one can he kill you."
He flew up to the heart of the blood lotus flower, blood bloomed, the petals were wrapped in layers, and suddenly he spit out a powerful force to engulf the demon soul.
The blood lotus began to deform, as if it had been repeatedly rubbed by a huge force, and gradually turned into a red giant.
"So what about the demon soul? You will still be devoured by me, and you will never recover!" While he was laughing wildly, the giant's body trembled violently, and countless black energy shot out from his body, riddled with holes, and he collapsed suddenly.
The purple and black energy dissipated and everything returned to normal. Master Qian was filled with sadness, hugging Hopeless and crying bitterly. At this time, a young woman in the forest came slowly. She waved her delicate hand, and the seal on Nangong Qian's palm slowly expanded, and a red bead came out of it.
"Are you the master's wife?"
Marcy could only smile bitterly and remain noncommittal. She activated the "Soul Appraisal Bead" and circled it around the giant's corpse. A ray of purple light was absorbed. Marcy was satisfied and collected the bead.
The giant's body shrank accordingly, and finally turned into Nangong Shen's curled up body. The red talisman slowly flew out, as big as an umbrella cover. Ma Xi pointed out flying points, the magic talisman flew around, and countless blue light points flew into the distance.
"All the imprisoned souls have been released. Although it is like a serious illness, there is no fear of life. Your people have been rescued, and this is all your credit!"
Mr. Qian prostrated on the ground and begged in a low voice, "Master, you have great magic power, please save the master!"
"It's a pity that his soul has returned to the underworld and cannot come back. The reincarnation of life and death, the origin and destruction of fate, you may still meet again!"
Nangong Qian was confused by her confusion and was either sad or happy, and was in a daze. At this moment, Ma Xi flicked his slender hand, and the red talisman was held between his fingers.
"The 'Soul-Eating Talisman' is a most evil thing. You must keep it properly and never reappear in the world!"
Half an hour later, Nangong Ding stumbled into the master's bedroom and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Father, something bad has happened. The 'Cui Tower' has been stolen!"
The head of the family supported his weak body and stared angrily, "Why did something happen if we didn't send extra guards?"
"Everyone in the village is controlled by the 'Soul-eating Talisman'. The thief has already planned it. If he enters a deserted place, the heirloom treasure will definitely be stolen!"
"The family is unfortunate. A rebellious son caused trouble and lost a valuable treasure. I am ashamed of my ancestors and should die to apologize!" The head of the family was so angry that he suddenly fainted...
Three days later, the head of the family summoned him again. This time he was in good spirits and had a blush on his face. Nangong Ding felt uneasy when he saw his father's reflection.
"Ding'er, my father has gone through this calamity again, his oil has run out, his lamp has dried up, and he will die soon. I am ready to appoint you as a sect member immediately, and we cannot delay such an important event any longer!"
"Father, you must not do it! My rebellious son caused trouble and brought trouble to the people of the clan. It was because I failed to teach him well and made a big mistake. If you now establish me as a sect, it will be difficult to convince the people, I will be ashamed of my ancestors, and I will have trouble sleeping and eating. . This time Qian'er quelled the chaos by himself and regained the 'Soul-eating Talisman', which is a great achievement. I beg my father to make him the sect!"
"But Qian'er has become a demon and has reached the pinnacle of the three levels of demonic form, shadow, and soul. I don't trust him if I make him my sect!"
"That's wrong! In order to defeat Shen'er, he activated three levels of magic skills, but his good thoughts never died. With such strong roots of good, what else do you have to worry about?"
"It's just a matter of establishing a clan after another generation. This is against the rules of our ancestors!"
"The rules are all set by people. I will carefully teach him to return to the right path until he becomes independent and can stand alone. You can rest assured!"
The head of the family nodded and changed the topic, "How is the investigation on the stolen treasure going?"
"A maid in the west courtyard escaped, which may be related to this matter. But no one knows her origin."
"Then how did she sneak into the villa?"
"It should be a spell or a magical medicine that made us ignore her existence..."
Three days later, on the auspicious day of the zodiac, Nangong Qian was established as the descendant of the family sect and the head of the family. A few days later, the head of the old family traveled westward on a crane. Qian took over as the head of the family and later became a great master in the world.
Besides, Marcy came back victorious, arrogant and swaggering around, showing off her ladylike demeanor. Mr. Ma only blamed her for not returning home for many days without going into details.
Que Xiu was still meditating among the flowers, his eyes slightly closed and he was in concentration. Ma Xi smiled and said: "You have been nourishing the underworld flower with your blood in the mortal world. You should have awakened your soul for three lifetimes. Why are you still here pretending?"
"I like the fragrance of the underworld flower, it makes people endlessly daydream!"
"Although this operation went through twists and turns, it was a complete victory in the end. I should take stock!"
"You asked me to teach you the 'soul-taking technique'. I was still confused at the time. After Qu Weng died suddenly, I understood your intention. You killed Qu Weng, blamed Nangong Shen, and used this powerful medicine to kill a Turning an ignorant boy into a pawn in his hands can be described as an extremely vicious method!"
"You will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals. This is what you have taught me, Miss. That day I had a long talk with Qu Weng and he was honest and sincere. He smiled generously. It was a cost-effective deal to give up his old age and exchange his life for a modest rise."
"You actually trained Qian to practice three levels of demonic skills, and a trace of kindness is never extinguished. The Buddha and the demon are perfectly combined. It's really a new way, and it's amazing."
"At the last moment, you sacrificed your life for justice and used your own life to force out Nangong Qian's special trick 'Devil Soul'. Although you only destroyed the skin bag collected by me, you still have courage and spirit."
When Maxi said this, he looked at him seriously, "What have you experienced? To have such courage and wisdom? I am really curious!"
Que Xiu said with a smile: "I am just a lonely soul who died in a guest. I am as insignificant as a piece of grass. How can I get into the eyes of the young lady?"
Ma Xi suddenly changed his expression, "You killed innocent people and violated the first commandment of ghost generals. Be careful, I will send you to hell to be tortured!" After saying that, he smiled sweetly, "I am happy today, so I will spare you first and let you be more happy." day!"
Three days later, Mr. Ma summoned him. He looked modest and motioned for Que Xiu to take a seat.
"You have done a great job this time, especially in saving Maxi from danger in a critical moment. I will be very grateful!"
Que Xiu was surprised, "Do you know what happened?"
Lao Ma smiled and said: "It was extremely difficult for Xi'er to hide the secret. She only tolerated it for three days and couldn't wait to confess to me!"
"Then why did the young lady need to suck blood after being injured?"
"Back then, I separated her souls from those of Sister Lian Li, brought them back to the underworld, and made a body out of the branches and leaves of the underworld flower. So after she was injured, she had to be watered with mortal blood before she could recover."
"Oh, the lady is quite pitiful!"
"So my old horse devoted all my efforts to take care of her, and I spoiled her!"
At this point, Mr. Ma changed the subject and returned to the subject: "Did you know that there is a kind of strange soul, which is rare and powerful. It is derived from the mutation of the Minghua. It has seven colors and is dazzling. It is immune to many spells, and can frighten and suppress evil spirits, making them Undoubted. Call it the 'Shocking Demon Soul'..."
"This kind of strange soul has not appeared in the world for many years. Today I found traces of this strange soul in the capital. It is very powerful and dangerous. Many people want to take it as their own."
"Sir, please send the lady there. She wants to go to the capital the most!"
"Xi'er is willful and tangled with Prince Nanxuan. I don't want her to wade in troubled waters!" Seeing that he didn't answer, Lao Ma changed the subject: "Murong Qingtian got the 'Dragon's Breath', it's a pity that The 'Dragon's Breath' has gone through three generations, and its power has weakened, but it has not split the 'Sirius Formation', and Murong Villa is still trapped in it."
Mentioning Qingtian, Que Xiu's heart suddenly hurt.
"The 'Shock Demon Soul' can suppress all kinds of magic. If it is supplemented with 'Dragon Breath', the 'Sirius Formation' can be lifted."
"But Que Xiu is dead, his flesh and blood has been returned, and he has nothing to do with the Murong family anymore."
"Haha, how can you and Murong Zhi settle their relationship in one lifetime? Not to mention that your master is also trapped in the formation. Think carefully. If you accept this mission, I will officially make you a 'Soul Chaser', and you will be promoted from the third level to Ghost General. , and I’ll give you a secret book.”
"Also, the strange soul of the Jade Red Pavilion is likely to appear. This is an additional reward..."
The Sutra Pavilion is also on the west bank of the Styx River. The road has nine twists and turns, leading directly to the top of the mountain. The three-story wooden attic is red and dark in color and looks very strange.
Que Xiu showed his belt and was led by the guard Ming Bing to see Bo, the manager of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. This man's face was ashen, as if he had been poisoned and died.
"Since I have Mr. Ma's badge, please tell me which Buddhist scriptures you want to borrow?"
"I still need to ask the Registrar to give me some advice on this!"
"The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is divided into three floors. The first floor is mostly for auxiliary spells, Bagua divination, Qimen Dunjia, and secret alchemy skills; the second floor is mostly for magical illusions and mental cultivation; the third floor is full of unique skills from various schools, and they are very powerful. Needless to say, you can also fly to the sky, escape from the earth, and become an immortal through cultivation. I wonder which level you want to go to, General?"
"Of course we are going to the third floor. Please give me the guidance, Lord Registrar!"
The master smiled thinly and did not answer. Que Xiu urged him again and again, his face gradually darkened, "It turns out that the general is so unreasonable. Monk Tang's fashion for learning scriptures is to do 'human things'. Humanity is 'money can make ghosts grind'. This is simple. Don’t you understand the truth?”
Que Xiu couldn't laugh or cry, he was so greedy for money even if he died. But the man had to bow his head under the eaves, so he could only plead in a low voice: "I am new to Taoism and have no money. Please be merciful. I will make up for it when I come back to the human world this time."
The chief secretary looked miserable and walked away, leaving only one sentence: "Since you don't understand human affairs, you can only humiliate the general and go to the first floor to select scriptures!"
