On the way to climb the ground, Wang Cong gradually felt that the spikes in his hands no longer brought pain to him, and he couldn't help but be happy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info||dia|small|say||Looking down, he suddenly felt a sense of distraction, it turned out that where there was still a thorn vine in his hand, it had already turned into a long, thin snake.

Wang Cong was startled, grabbed the snake and fell tight, and then found that his foot and neck were also tight, and it was the snake that wrapped its foot and neck.

Wang Cong desperately tried to break free, but the snake became tighter and tighter. Eventually, he really got a little desperate.

At this moment, an old monk suddenly appeared in front of him. When he looked at it, it turned out to be the Master Juehui he had seen before. Previously, Master had whispered to him that Jue Hui was the only high-level secret sect among all the secret people present. Therefore, he was very impressed by Juehui.

"Master save me! Master save me! Wang Cong shouted.

Seeing that Juehui was indifferent, Wang Cong grabbed the corner of Juehui's clothes. By this time the snake had strangled him in great pain, as if his foot and neck had been severed.

Only then did Juehui sigh and say, "Donor, you are hopeless." ”

Wang Cong listened to the urgency: "How is it possible?" How can it be? ”

A mirror suddenly appeared in Juehui's hand, and after looking at him, he said, "Evil has entered the body, and life hangs by a thread, you can see for yourself." ”

Wang Cong looked in the mirror, his face was full of black anger, and the situation was indeed not good.

He couldn't help but panic, and asked anxiously, "Master, is there a way?" My master is Zhang Sitong of the Nine Ghost Sect, he is an elder, and I am his favorite apprentice. You and my master must know each other, you saved me, not only me, but even my master, even the entire Nine Ghost Sect will repay you. ”

Jue Hui didn't speak, and there was no expression on her face, she just stared at Wang Cong.

Wang Cong's scalp was numb when he saw it, and a sense of fear completely invaded and occupied his heart. He shouted, "Master, save me, save me!" You can tell me to do anything! Really, you can do whatever I want! ”

"Is anything fine?" Juehui finally spoke.

"Yes, anything!" Wang Cong didn't have time to think about what Juehui wanted to express. Now that the master and the old demon are gone, Juehui is his only hope for survival.

"I want you to learn a secret art."

"Okay, I'll learn!"

"Learn now."

"Okay, I'll learn now. It's just that I'm afraid I won't be able to learn. ”

"I can learn it."

"Then please tell the master as soon as possible what kind of secret technique it is, I'm really uncomfortable!"

Juehui's lips trembled slightly, and Chen Feng only felt that the words in his ears were very clear.

After listening to it for a while, he no longer felt pain, and he even forgot the fear of death, because the secret technique that Jue Hui said was really amazing. He felt that once he learned such a secret technique, he would even have the strength to confront the secret sect. At that time, his fate would never again be played with as arbitrarily as it is now.

After Juehui finished speaking, she asked, "Have you remembered everything?" Now you can cultivate. Practice this secret art, and you will be saved. ”

Wang Cong agreed without saying a word: "Okay! ”

Jue Hui put his palm on Wang Cong's forehead and said, "I'm here to help you!" ”

After Juehui finished speaking, Wang Cong only felt that his brain was hot, and then, a lot of things seemed to pour into his secret sea. The most important thing was that the cultivation method he had just learned was actually working automatically in his body, as if he had been in contact with and cultivated this secret technique for many years.

Juehui said while helping Wang Cong: "Very good, very good! ”

Wang Cong didn't know how long it had been, but he felt that his cultivation had broken through the realm of a beginner-level secret master and had become an intermediate level secret master.

He even said that if he was willing, according to the method of this secret technique he had just learned, he could easily raise his cultivation to the realm of a beginner secret sect. What a terrible secret art! You must know that before this, he had only just crossed the threshold of a beginner secret master.

Juehui's image is getting taller and taller in Wang Cong's heart, and every word of Juehui can cause great repercussions in Wang Cong's heart. At this moment, he is so respectful, grateful, and in awe of Juehui. He felt that this was the real master, and only such a master was worthy of being his master. It turns out that there can be such shortcuts in cultivation. He suddenly asked himself again: Why had Master never handed over these things to him before? Even if the master is not as good as Juehui, he is also a secret sect with real value, how can he not know a little about it? He couldn't help but think of Master's refining corpse, which he never knew existed. It turned out that the master, who seemed to have always loved him, had hidden so many things from him.

With the first trace of his hatred for Master, he became more and more grateful to Juehui.

Juehui's voice started again, still not loud, but it sounded like a Sanskrit chant from another world, resounding in the depths of his heart: "Whoever sees my body, develop bodhicitta Whoever hears my name will cut off evil and cultivate good. He who speaks, get great wisdom. Those who know our hearts become Buddhas. ”

After the joy, Wang Cong was a little confused. It's an inexplicable feeling. Is there something wrong?

It's just that the doubts in his eyes just appeared, and Juehui shouted like spring thunder: "The demon is not going away quickly!" ”

A gust of wind blew, making Wang Cong feel cold. When he looked again, he was standing on the ground, and the serpent was gone. Once again, a sense of security came to him.

It was still pitch black, and it was hard to see the way out.

Jue Hui opened his palm and let him look in the mirror again, in which he had returned to his usual appearance, and even said that his complexion was better.

At this time, the doubts in his heart had long since disappeared, and he didn't bother to care about why he had such a strange feeling just now.

"Thank you, Master, for saving your life!" Wang Cong bowed down and thanked him.

Juehui returned the salute and said to Wang Cong, "I'll take you to find your master." ”

After Jue Hui finished speaking, a golden light appeared on the whole person, and his seemingly ordinary face suddenly had an incomparable majesty, which made Wang Cong have an urge to bow down.

Jue Hui pointed to an inconspicuous corner, and a scream suddenly came from there, and then a blood shadow flashed, and a strange black beast appeared there, long since it was out of breath.

"The beast is dead, let's go." After Juehui finished speaking, the surroundings shone brightly, and the two of them were in the familiar passage again.

Seeing Juehui like this, Wang Cong's mind suddenly appeared with all kinds of favor from his master. In the Nine Ghost Sect, Wang Cong has his own pride, and he can also have his own grievances. It's just that in order to maintain his identity, he never confides in others. Right now, facing such a kind elder as Juehui, the grievances, pride, touches, desires, sorrows and joys in his heart suddenly came to his heart. He suddenly felt that he had been too stupid in the past.

As soon as Juehui was about to take a step, Wang Cong had already fallen down, hugged Juehui's legs and said, "Please take me in from the master." I don't want to stay in the Nine Ghost Sect anymore, I'm willing to join the Great Jue Sect! "One