One silk thread makes the void live, and tens of billions of silk threads give rise to murderous intent.
Our Lady of Jizituo used spider silk to snare the void, and the overwhelming silk strings enveloped the entire divine realm.
Even if he was not bound by the spider silk, just seeing her cast a spell made the Great Immortal Jin Ting feel as if he had fallen into a trap and was stuck in a mire. With all his magical powers, he could not fly out of the Bagua array.
This is Our Lady of Ji Zituo, an ancient demon who was suppressed in the netherworld many years ago.
Immortal Jin Ting had been wandering around Fangfang Mountain for a long time just to inquire about her news. Now when he saw her, he really understood why the goddess and the prince only told him to inquire about her whereabouts and had no intention of letting him handle the matter.
Can't handle it.
The gap between the upper third grade and the middle third grade is like the middle third grade and the lower third grade. The gap is like a chasm, like the difference between clouds and mud.
Although the physical body is strong, it is difficult to withstand sharp weapons; although the spirit is sensitive, it is still afraid of magical powers. But the gap between Tao and Xing is not based on reason at all.
If the palace lord and the goddess hadn't covered him up, he wouldn't even have the ability, qualifications, or even the courage to stand in front of her.
Billions of silk strings are spread all over the void, they are both hard and soft, empty and real.
The atmosphere is so great and the Taoism is so high, it is heart-breaking.
Immortal Jin Ting is not at such a level yet, so it is even more difficult to avoid being amazed at her ability.
However, he was also a very brave man. He stepped forward to please me and said, "Godmother, what kind of ability is this? Five brothers have recently helped me achieve the fourth rank, but I still have no way to use it. Godmother's ability is so great that I don't know if I can do it." Learn?"
Watching the Great Immortal Jin Ting dance like this, Wutong Shen couldn't help but sweat for him.
Although I knew he was a Taoist idiot, I didn't know that he was so crazy that he dared to make such rude requests relying on the favor of Our Lady of Ji Zituo.
Our Lady of Jizituo was also a little surprised. She glanced at him, but only saw the burning ambition in his eyes.
What a Taoist heart.
Our Lady of Chizita admired him and actually agreed.
Our Lady of Jizituo said: "This is not a means at all. It is just a small skill of weaving a snare and waiting for work. It's not that you can't learn it, but you are a fox, so I'm afraid it won't be easy to learn."
Immediately the Immortal Jinting bowed and said, "Please give me the Dharma from your godmother."
Our Lady of Jizituo stretched out her hand, twisted the silk in the air, and weaved the silk into silk, turning it into a Taoist book, which fell into the hands of the Great Immortal Jinting.
"You can give it a try. This is a skill I have learned on my own. If you don't understand anything, you can come and ask me."
Immortal Jinting was overjoyed and said sincerely: "Thank you so much, Goddess!"
Wu Tong couldn't help but look envious. As soon as Jin Ting's eyes came into contact with them, he smiled and said: "Godmother, I wonder if I can ask the five brothers to help me understand the supernatural powers?"
Our Lady of Jizituo laughed and said: "You are brothers and sisters, it's just a silk book, just go and understand it."
Wutong was also smiling.
Our Lady of Jizituo showed a slightly tired expression and said: "Returning to my roots, I am tired of sleeping and need to take another nap. You can go and do your work."
Wutong then led Jinting Immortal to say goodbye to her.
Just when they turned to leave and were about to leave the garden, Our Lady of Ji Zituo suddenly stopped and asked: "It's strange, I always felt that I had forgotten something just now, but now that I think about it, it turns out that I have forgotten Qiong Niang. "
"Where has Qiong Niang gone?"
Wutong's figure became a little stiff, and it was obvious that there was something wrong in his heart.
King Tongkuan took advantage of his blindness and lied: "I was here before, but now I don't know where I am."
Immortal Jinting thought slowly, and it seemed that after Qiong Niang helped the old lady up, when her shadow began to change, she had quietly left the Buddhist hall.
As for where it went, I don't know.
But it seems that the bottom bracket is obviously clear.
Our Lady of Jizituo looked at the Wutong, and just stared at it. The Wutong gradually could not bear the pressure, and her body gradually became rickety, and they fell to the ground one by one.
Our Lady of Ji Zituo asked again: "Where is Qiong Niang?"
Wutong shrank, but no one was willing to speak.
The Great Immortal Jin Ting was completely unaware and naturally had no way to speak. However, it was not him who was being stared at by Holy Mother Jizituo, so he did not feel uncomfortable.
In just a moment, these mighty kings were as if they were fished out of the water, covered in cold sweat.
Our Lady of Ji Zituo sighed and said, "You two brothers and sisters have a deep love for each other, so why would you disobey me just because of her?"
King Tonghui climbed up to Our Lady of Jizituo and cried: "Mother, we respect and love Mother, how dare we disobey her?"
"It's just that Qiong Niang is not from the same group as us, so why force her to stay? Our brother-sister relationship is here, and she will never do anything that would harm Fang Fangshan, so why not let her leave?"
Our Lady of Jizituo sneered and said, "She has indeed left."
She kicked King Tong Hui and kicked him aside, saying, "Of course I can let her go, but that must be my consent for her to leave, instead of her going down the mountain privately and escaping."
"Mother! Please let Qiong Niang go!"
"Mother, for our sake, please don't argue with her, a little girl!"
King Tonghui was kicked away, but the other four brothers gathered around him and kowtowed to beg for mercy.
Our Lady of Jizituo immediately became furious and said: "You bastards! Is this how you honor me? Are you all disobeying me?"
"Mom, calm down, we don't dare!"
Seeing that a deadlock was about to break out, Immortal Jinting hurriedly stepped forward to plead for mercy, saying: "Godmother, please calm down."
Our Lady of Jizituo suddenly looked up at him, her eyes filled with anger, and said, "Are you coming to disobey me too?"
Immortal Jinting hurriedly cried out, "Godmother, how dare I? It's just that these brothers are all kings of Fangfang Mountain, and the living gods are begging you like this. Can you bear it?"
"After all, Qiong Niang is the godmother's daughter and brother's sister. The godmother must also love and protect her. She is worried that she will be in danger alone, so she doesn't want her to go down the mountain alone."
"Since she doesn't understand her godmother, let's forget it. She just needs to go out and suffer to know how good her godmother is."
"We are all a family, why bother making trouble and hurting our feelings?"
Immortal Jinting is talking nonsense, but he is right about one thing.
After all, Wutong was also the king of Fangfang Mountain, so it was really hard to refuse her at the expense of his face.
Speaking of other things, they are mother and son, and there is really no need to hurt the relationship between mother and son for an outsider.
Our Lady of Jizituo looked at the five crying children at her feet, calmed down the anger in her heart, and said, "Next time, don't recognize me as your mother."
Wutong was grateful, and one by one he came forward to say soft words and picked up some nice words to comfort her.
Our Lady of Ji Zituo was already upset, but she didn't want to hear it anymore and said, "Okay, don't pour me the ecstasy soup, everyone can go down."
In this way, Wu Tongcai and Jinting Immortal really said goodbye and retreated first.
After leaving the garden, the cold wind in the mountains was blowing.
Wutong shuddered, and the brothers looked at each other with expressions that seemed to be crying and laughing.
(End of chapter)
