After returning to Zhangjiagou, I was in a very bad mood.

Li Datou's death made me suddenly feel a little panicked and confused, he was a very good person, and he was also righteous, but he died, but I couldn't do anything.

In the past, when I was nameless, my actions did not represent a sect, so I could act arbitrarily to a certain extent, but now I am the leader of the Daomen, the supreme of Maoshan, and my words and deeds are concerned by people all over the world.

Thinking of Li Datou's death, my heart was blocked, and I couldn't sleep all night, I knew that this incident would become a piece of my heart.

On the second day, in a large courtyard in Sichuan, the master on the stage was performing a face-changing trick, and the troupe next to him was playing and singing as a lining, and the audience applauded.

The actor who performs the face-changing drama is called Yu Peiqing, the most famous Hua Dan in Sichuan City, passed down from generation to generation, the ancestor is the master of Sichuan Opera, a master of disguise, and the local area is very famous.

After the opera was sung, the music stopped, and Yu Peiqing waited for everyone to clap.

But only one person applauded, a faceless man, and the rest froze in place, their eyes glazed.

"Master Yu's craftsmanship is so handsome, I wonder if I can talk about it?" The Facelings said.

Seeing this, Yu Peiqing stepped back, turned around and got behind the stage.

A monkey face viciously blocked Yu Peiqing's way, Yu Peiqing screamed in horror, fell to the ground, and asked: "Who are you, why do you use demon magic to deal with me, I have no grievances with you!" ”

The Faceling walked up to the stage and said, "Although there is no injustice or hatred, the puppet is not guilty of his crimes, but I didn't come to find it to learn this face-changing skill, because I don't like it at all." ”

"So what's going to do?" Yu Peiqing retreated.

The Faceling's mouth smirked evilly, and he said, "Transfiguration." ”

Yu Peiqing's face changed in shock, and he said: "I don't know how to disguise, I found the wrong person, and the disguise technique is just a legend." ”

"Naturally, there will be no real disguise technique, because the real disguise technique can only be used by the ancestor master Thousand Faces Ancestor, and I, the person I want to find is him." The Faceling said, reaching out and touching Yu Peiqing's head.

Yu Peiqing's eyes became dull, the Faceling's divine sense invaded Yu Peiqing's sea of consciousness, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his fingers gently pressed into Yu Peiqing's skull, Yu Peiqing's qi and blood immediately dried up, becoming a dry corpse.

"I've found a place to bury it." The Facelings said.

A moment later, the Faceling Man and the Monkey appeared at the foot of the Xiling Snow Mountain, and the Monkey carried the Faceling on his back, jumped up the Xiling Snow Mountain, and arrived at a snow-capped ice cave, and the Faceling said, "At the bottom of the ice cave, carry the coffin up." ”

The monkey nodded, and plunged into the ice cave, and soon, the sound of a landslide was heard, and the faceling took a few steps back, the mountain exploded, and a white-faced man in a bright red costume rushed out of the water.

"Who are you waiting for, and why are you awakening this seat?" The white-faced man asked. "Blind?"

The white-faced man was dripping with jade liquid, and he frowned and said, "A garbage from the Divine Realm, how can you wake up this seat?!" ”

The surrounding mountains and rivers vibrate, and countless plant and tree essences poured towards the white-faced man from all directions.

"Is it the Thousand-Faced Ancestor?" The Faceling asked.

"I even know the name of the old man." The Thousand-Faced Ancestor said. "Is it the old man's descendant?"

"The descendants have died in my hands, it's a pity that the qualifications are too poor, otherwise I wouldn't have become a jade figurine in the immortal realm, I barely took the ability to use, and it was not in vain to cultivate this stunt." The Facelings said.

The Thousand-Faced Ancestor laughed and said, "What kind of era is this, a trashy person in the realm of the gods, and it is ......"

The Thousand-Faced Ancestor's words came to an abrupt end before he finished speaking, because a shadow suddenly appeared, and the Thousand-Faced Ancestor suddenly turned around, and the Divine Monkey grabbed the Thousand-Faced Ancestor's arms with both hands, and suddenly shattered his arms, kicked his legs off, and the Thousand-Faced Ancestor screamed miserably, unable to move.

The Faceling stretched out his hand and placed it on top of the Thousand-Faced Ancestor's head, and his body exuded a black aura, and strands of black ghost patterns formed a grain-like link, extending from the Faceling's arm to the forehead of the Thousand-Faced Ancestor.

The Thousand-Faced Ancestor struggled to no avail, and soon his breath was depressed, and he became a dried corpse.

"How?" Divine Monkey Wuzhiqi asked.

The faceling took a deep breath, touched his face with his left hand, and secretly used his skills, only to see that his face was distorted and changed, growing flesh and skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly returned to the appearance of the gentle Chen Wenxi, but his eyes were blind and he could only close his eyes.

"This is what it looks like?" Wu Zhiqi asked.

"Hmm." Chen Wenxi responded, the black qi on his body surged, and his face distorted and changed again, each change made Chen Wenxi's forehead bruise, and it seemed to be very painful.

And Chen Wenxi's face appeared Tiantong's face.

"How?" Chen Wenxi asked.

Wu Zhiqi said: "Except for the voice, it is almost identical, although there are flaws, it is difficult to see the flaws. ”

"That's good." Chen Wenxi spoke, wiped his face lightly, and his face immediately returned to its original appearance and became a faceless person.

Two months later, on Xiaoyao Mountain, the Holy Buddha Dao Immortal killed an elderly man with a single palm, and he roared: "Waste, all waste!" ”

After speaking, the Holy Buddha Dao Immortal spat blood from his mouth.

"The master is angry, be careful." Fan Yu said.

"Anger, how?" The Holy Buddha Dao Immortal roared. "Two months have passed, and the military experts still haven't given a definite answer, none of these divination masters have been found, and if I can't find the hiding place of the real dragon, I'm going to die!"

"The subordinates have really tried their best, and that Zhuo Lao Dao just now is already the most famous divination master in Guangzhou, known as the iron mouth straight break." Fan Yu said.

"Hehe, his divination skills are not as good as mine, and he is still straightforward, and now it seems that the young man named Chen has some real skills." Holy Buddha Dao Immortal said.

"Chen Wenxi."

"Yes, Chen Wenxi, the art of divination is difficult to learn, there are very few people who have learned it, and there are even fewer people who can escape the curse of heaven, otherwise there would not be so many three or five divination masters throughout the ages." Holy Buddha Dao Immortal said. "What to do, I have less than a month left in my time!"

"Master, otherwise, I'll go to General Yuan and ask again, maybe there will be clues in this comparison." Fan Yu said.

"I'll go with you." Holy Buddha Dao Immortal said.

Fan Yu nodded, his hands were sealed, and he summoned out Rashomon, the Holy Buddha Dao Immortal waved his hand back, and several corpses flew into the large array behind him, and were devoured by the four spirit beasts that looked like tigers and not lions, and then the Holy Buddha Dao Immortal and Fan Yu walked into the Rashomon Gate together.

After nightfall, at the foot of Longhu Mountain, a young man in a blue robe stood in front of an abyss, and the wind blew his robe into a hunting sound.

A moment later, two figures galloped forward, sturdy and mysterious under the moonlit night.

The monkey threw the sack on his back behind the blue-robed young man, and in the sack was an old man, the old man struggled out, his face was frightened, it was the head of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Kun.

Zhang Kun broke free, looked at the faceless man and the monkey, and asked, "Who are you, why did you tie up the old man here, do you know the old man's ......?"

"Master, don't come unharmed." A word interrupted Zhang Kun's words.

Zhang Kun turned to look at the blue-robed young man, who turned around and took off the hat on his head.

"Heavenly ...... Tiantong?! Zhang Kun was angry and closing. Where did this kid go, how did he get mixed up with this gang of strange people? ”

The corners of Tiantong's mouth rose, and he opened his arms and leaned back, falling into the abyss.

"In vain!" Zhang Kun was shocked and hurriedly pounced.

Rumble!

The water splashed, Zhang Kun blocked with both arms, and was blasted out.

Tiantong flew out of the abyss with wings on his back, and his wings were completely composed of noctuidae moths, covering the sky and the mountains, flying from all directions.

Tiantong fell in front of Zhang Kun, and without waiting for Zhang Kun to react, he suddenly sent the sword in his sleeve into Zhang Kun's hand.

"The taste of being pierced through the heart by a long sword must not be pleasant, right?" Tiantong said coldly.

The corners of Zhang Kun's mouth were bleeding, and he stretched out his hand to touch Tiantong's hateful face, Tiantong's nose trembled, the hilt of the sword in his hand rotated, Zhang Kun burst into tears, and his fingers slipped from Tiantong's face, down his clothes, all the way to his ankles.

"Good." The Faceling on the side said hoarsely. "Abandon these so-called filial piety, you will find that what you have before is just a bubble-like joke, which can't stand the slightest scrutiny, and now, with the strongest cultivation qualifications in the world, your vision must be very different from before, two months, from the spirit to immortality, has created the fastest cultivation record in the history of the Daomen, I am not mistaken."

"Zhang Kun is already dead in my hands, what else do you want me to do?" Tiantong asked.

The Faceling smiled and said, "Don't worry, I said before that weak strength can become strong, and cowardice can become big, now, it's time to show your ability." ”

The trio quickly disappeared into the night sky.

And on the wilderness, Zhang Kun's body was lying sideways, the head of a generation, and he died a desolate death.