"Xu Hongru, Master Xu...White Lotus Demonic Way!" Cao Zhe vaguely figured out a clue.
Just as he was counting again, the faint trace was covered up again.
"Three grains of immortal energy are still not enough. Although with three grains of immortal energy as the core, the daily refining and production of mana is more than three times that of ordinary immortal cultivators, but for me, it is still too slow." Cao Zhe stopped calculating and stood still.
A moment later, the fourth and fifth pills of Immortal Qi appeared in two different locations at the same time.
This is the immortal energy that Cao Zhe condensed by quickly digesting the demons he ate last night.
If it is digested slowly and waste is reduced, at least three grains of new immortal energy can be produced within a month.
But now, I can't care about these consumptions.
There were five grains of Immortal Qi in total. Cao Zhe adjusted the positions of the Immortal Qi and distributed them among the five internal organs. The five internal organs were connected internally and the five elements were connected externally, directly forming a simple five-element array.
At the same time, the Five Elements Formation is wrapped in the Three Talents and Four Symbols Formation.
With the formation within the formation, even if Cao Zhe doesn't take action, the power of the formation formed by the resonance of these five immortal souls can directly resist and block most spells.
On the other side, Feng Sheng returned to Jinling City. After some delay, he found Jing Long as he wished.
With Feng Sheng's carelessness, he would never think carefully about why he could find Jing Long who was hiding intentionally.
When he found Jinglong, he immediately pulled him and said: "Quick! Come with me, you are in danger, it is better to go with me to find the great god."
"If you have anything to do, tell me honestly, and God will protect you."
Jing Long originally intended to be found by Feng Sheng, so at this time he would naturally not follow Feng Sheng's words and immediately follow him to join Cao Zhe and the others.
So he showed a look of embarrassment and said: "I'm afraid this won't work. The Queen Mother has sent people to block the well where I was conceived, and set up a spirit-sealing formation. In a few days, my soul will be wiped out. The body will die at the same time.”
According to common sense, at this time, Feng Sheng should help find a way to solve the problem.
But Feng Sheng was obviously not ordinary, and said directly: "Ah! Since this is the case, you should come with me to find the master first!"
"If a great god takes action, he will definitely be able to avenge you in the future."
Feng Sheng said it very sincerely, and it was obvious that he was not saying polite words, nor was he deliberately talking in circles.
Jing Long Wuyan looked at Feng Sheng, as if he wanted to ask: "Are you polite?"
"What? Didn't you say you were hopeless?"
"Since there is no hope, of course we should make arrangements for the funeral first!"
"If I were you, I would definitely put up a big-character poster to expose all the Queen Mother's behavior. Anyway, if she can't survive, then we can't let her live easily. Even if she is disgusted, we have to do something." Feng Sheng seemed to take on the role. Knowing the role of Jing Long, he gritted his teeth and said.
"Why don't we just put up big-character posters!"
"You are responsible for speaking, and I am responsible for writing. I have worked in the school magazine before, and I am familiar with the publicity aspect."
"Ahem... Listen to the title. The 60-year-old Queen Mother, why did a baby cry in the palace in the middle of the night? Emperor Qingfeng was afraid that green grass would grow on her grave... What do you think of this title? Is it eye-catching enough? Feng Sheng asked excitedly.
He was completely intoxicated and even strayed from the original focus and theme.
But Jing Long could only struggle weakly and said: "The Queen Mother is less than forty..."
Feng Sheng waved his hand and said, "Ha! You don't understand. Sixty is conservative when I say it. Eighty is the best, and ninety and one hundred are not bad either. Who wants to hear tidbits about a forty-year-old woman?"
"And! And! We can fan the people and directly tell the people who have lost children in their dreams that their children have been captured and eaten by the Queen Mother."
"Just say that the Queen Mother eats the hearts of ten children and the livers of twenty children every day."
Jing Long looked blankly at Feng Sheng, who was frantically trying to commit suicide, and suddenly felt that it was an unwise choice to contact this person rashly.
Without contact with Feng Sheng, he would only be slowly found and killed by the Queen Mother's people.
If he comes into contact with Feng Sheng, he will kill himself.
How can it be so simple to spread rumors and cause trouble?
If things get serious, not to mention the Queen Mother, not even the City God, the Underworld, and even the princes and nobles in Jinling City will not tolerate them.
That is when there is really no way to heaven and no way to earth.
Such widespread rumors seem to target only the Queen Mother, but in fact they question and challenge the impartiality of the underworld. At the same time, it was also a provocation and waver to the entire Ming Dynasty.
Of course Jing Long was able to hide in Jinling City for so long because he had some allies secretly.
If something like this happens, all his allies will become enemies.
"Okay! Okay, shut up!" Jing Long finally had enough of Feng Sheng's endless thoughts.
Then he suppressed his temper and guided more plainly: "How about we ask your Taoist priest to take action and unlock the seal for Xiaolong first?"
Feng Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then asked in surprise: "Are you still able to save me? Can you still break the seal?"
Jing Long explained helplessly: "I never said no..."
"It used to work, but I'm afraid it won't work now." A voice intervened.
Someone came holding a black iron umbrella, which was covered with charms. The whole body was shrouded in a black robe, and suddenly appeared in front of Feng Sheng and Jing Long.
When Jing Long saw the person coming, he didn't even want to fight and test him first, so he grabbed Feng Sheng and tried to escape.
"escape?"
"Did you escape?"
"Boys, get 'em."
"I will extract their souls and torture them."
The iron umbrella turned, and a large number of ghost ghosts appeared in broad daylight, flying towards Jing Long and Feng Sheng with their teeth and claws open.
"Don't look at those brats!"
"Those are not real ghosts, but its eyes!"
"He is the Hundred-Eyed Evil King, a demon recruited by the Queen Mother. His true body is a hundred-eyed centipede. He has made each of his eyes into an imp. Once he looks at each other, he will be pulled into the most feared illusion. Until he tortured him to death." Jing Long said.
It's just that he said it a little late.
Feng Sheng was already jumping to his feet and yelling loudly.
"Bah! It's you vixen again!"
"You still dare to pester me?"
"Look at the magic weapon my master gave me, go to hell! You vixen!" After Feng Sheng said this, he took out the treasure at the bottom of the box... the copybook given by Cao Zhe, and then stretched out his hands to Pull it open.
Baimu Xiejun stopped his movements, and a large number of imps were floating in the air, looking at the copybook at the same time.
"As if I were here in person?"
"Hahaha! How about I come in person?"
"What the hell?"
"You want to show off here too?" Baimu Xiejun looked at the mediocre copybook and let out a harsh laugh.
But at this moment, Cao Zhe's voice rang in Feng Sheng's ears: "Don't panic, remember what I taught you, use the thunder method first!"
Feng Sheng chanted a mantra in his mouth, used his magic power, and began to summon thunder.
It's just that his magic power is low, and the arc thunderclouds he generates are weak and narrow, and look very shabby.
Not to mention it is used to kill big monsters like Hundred-Eyed Evil Lord, but even if it is used to deal with ordinary ghosts, I'm afraid it will be quite difficult.
Baimu Xiejun continued to laugh, but Jing Long had already taken out his golden bow and was about to shoot.
Suddenly, there was an explosion in the sky, and thunderclouds with a radius of nearly dozens of miles spread out.
Above the clouds, it seemed that Thor's thunder chariot could still be vaguely seen, flying among them.
And the thunder, as thick as a dragon, was spreading on the dark clouds, quickly connecting with the thunder clouds above Feng Sheng's head.
Karma...!
Baimu Xiejun's laughter stopped suddenly, and a mouthful of thick phlegm got stuck in his throat, almost blocking his throat.
