"Besides, without the sect mark, you can't enter the Kunlun Immortal Realm. It just so happens that I have a mark on my body, and as long as you agree to join the Heavenly Palace, you will get the mark, and when I return, you will be able to go with me. ”

Hearing this, Bai Daoren was unable to make a decision for a while, and suddenly fell silent.

As a disciple of Maoshan, betraying his master is a serious crime, and he doesn't dare to commit it easily.

At this time, the ninth uncle also adjusted, although he was surprised that Wan Gu's true cultivation was no less than that of the ancestor, but he couldn't take care of it anymore.

He immediately reminded: "Master, please think twice!" ”

Of course, even if Uncle Nine doesn't remind him, Bai Dao people will not make a decision easily.

"I wonder if there is a Maoshan faction in Kunlun Wonderland?" Bai Daoren thought for a while and asked unwillingly and expectantly.

When Wan Gu heard this, he immediately understood what he meant.

He lifted a pot of tea, poured himself a cup, then sipped it lightly, and said lightly: "I haven't heard of it!" ”

After speaking, he spoke again: "Actually, Bai Dao Chang doesn't have to be like this, the Monkey King and Marshal Tianpeng back then can leave Taoism and join Buddhism, why can't you?" Besides, my Heavenly Palace is also one of Taoism. ”

As soon as Wan Gu's words fell, Bai Daoren suddenly realized and suddenly became enlightened.

In fact, he was not so rigid, but because he had no suitable reason, now Wan Gu's words woke up the dreamer and gave him a reason to leave the Maoshan faction.

Bai Daoren looked at Lin Fengjiao, sighed under his gaze, and said, "Yes, but I will definitely not do anything unfavorable to the Maoshan faction!" ”

In order to pursue a higher realm, Bai Daoren unexpectedly agreed, but after all, he was born from the Maoshan faction, and after a long time, he also had feelings, and it was normal for him to be unwilling to be unfavorable to the Maoshan faction.

Seeing this, Wan Gu nodded, and continued to flicker: "This is natural, but if you want to join the Heavenly Palace, you have to go back and talk about it, I will give you the mark now, don't resist." ”

Then, with a flick of his fingers, a chanting needle came out of his hand, instantly piercing the forehead of the white daoist, and then hidden.

This chanting needle is manifested by Wan Gu's ability to manipulate the system, and although it cannot reach the level of controlling a person, it has the effect of suggesting and restraining it.

As long as the Hakudao people have thoughts that are unfavorable to Wangu in their lives, then the chanting needle will be triggered, killing the Baidaoren, and at the same time, Wangu will also learn the news of the betrayal.

As for whether or not you can kill the other party, it depends on the other party's cultivation.

Of course, it is difficult to say whether this Bai Dao person can gain his own recognition during the period before Wan Gu goes back and take him back to the real world with him.

After all, people's hearts are separated from their bellies and are unpredictable, and if they are brought back without investigation, isn't this asking for trouble for themselves?

"Okay?"

Bai Daoren was startled at first, and quickly touched his forehead, then closed his eyes tightly, looked inwardly at himself, and calmed down after finding that there was nothing unusual.

"Well, it's okay, as long as you officially join the Heavenly Palace after you go back, you'll be done." Seeing this, the corners of Wangu's mouth rose slightly and said.

"Thank you, ...... Wan" Bai Daoren stopped talking, pondered for a while, and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Wan!" ”

Although Bai Daoren was several times older than Wan Gu, Wan Gu joined the Heavenly Palace before him, and it was reasonable to call him a senior brother.

At least it's much better than being a generation lower.

Although he hasn't officially joined yet!

"No need to be polite! In fact, I'm already planning to take a stroll along the coast and stop by to say goodbye to the forest trail chief. Wangu said contentedly.

When Uncle Nine saw such an ending, he could only reluctantly accept it, after all, he had no way to intervene in the decision of the master at all.

He sighed helplessly and said, "Since this is the case, then I also ask Wan Dao Chang to stay for one night and set off again tomorrow morning." ”

Bai Daoren touched his white beard and echoed: "Yes, let's stay for one night, I still have some things to explain to Feng Jiao." ”

He naturally wanted to follow Wan Gu, after all, Wan Gu didn't say when it would be 'Kunlun', what if he missed it.

Hearing this, Wan Gu nodded, and said with a smile: "Okay then! ”

Subsequently, Wan Gu stayed at Uncle Jiu's house.

After a few people chatted for a few words, Uncle Nine went to settle the fainting Qiusheng Wencai and the two.

However, the Bai Dao people have been following Wan Gu's side, tirelessly inquiring about the various conditions of the Kunlun Wonderland.

Like the power, legend, appearance, etc. of Kunlun Wonderland, it is like chasing stars, crazy, obsessed, and never tired.

Wan Gu can only keep making it up, anyway, he read a lot of magnificent novels when he was in high school, and his ability to make up stories is not bad at all, and he almost can't find the Bai Dao people.

In this way, Wan Gu stayed up until the evening, and after everyone went to rest, he had a trace of peace.

Dragging his tired body back to the room, Wan Gu let out a long sigh of relief, and the tense nerves were also relaxed, and the day was over.

Finally get rid of the white people!

Wan Gu lay on the bed, and when he thought that the Bai Dao people would have to follow him in the next time, he felt that he had fallen into an endless abyss, into endless darkness.

This white Taoist is really torturous.

However, after a day of contact, Wan Gu found that this Bai Dao person is really more and more simple, whether it is thinking or thinking, he is simply a second literary talent.

Of course, he is much smarter than Wen Cai, after all, he is a cultivator who has lived for more than a hundred years.

Perhaps it was his character with no distractions and simple thoughts that allowed him to cultivate more quickly, so that he broke through to the Qi Refining Divine Realm in this world where spiritual energy was scarce.

Suddenly, there was a slight knock on the door, Wan Gu frowned slightly, walked forward to open the door, and it was Uncle Jiu who came into view.

"Brother Lin Dao, what's the matter?" Wangu opened the door and smiled.

Uncle Nine walked into the room and said, "Wan Dao Chang, my master has been in retreat for a long time, and he has little contact with the world today, so he is easy to be deceived, so I ask you to take care of it in the future." ”

"Lin Daoyou, don't worry!" Wangu laughed.

"Then thank you Wan Daoyou."

Then, the ninth uncle left alone, and he still had to go to the Baidao people, and the ancestor said that he would find him at night.

……

On the other side, the Bai Dao people made a big move in their own room.

He first boiled a large bucket of water, then took out a quaint medicine bottle from his Qiankun bag and poured the liquid from the medicine bottle into the wooden basin.

Suddenly, the water in the entire wooden basin boiled, and the hot water in the basin even turned blue, exuding the medicinal fragrance of talking.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and it was Uncle Jiu who came.

When Bai Daoren heard the movement, he took out a handful of dust, raised his hand and waved, and the ninth uncle outside the door was sucked up by a suction force without any resistance.

At the same time, Bai Daoren swung out a palm again, and the strong palm wind instantly destroyed Uncle Jiu's clothes, making him naked for an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Nine fell into the wooden basin under the action of this suction.

Uncle Nine was about to resist, but he heard Bai Daoren's voice coming slowly.

"Feng Jiao, this quenching body fluid is a gift I left for you before I left, hurry up and use the exercises to absorb the medicinal power."

When Uncle Nine heard this, he immediately closed his eyes and continued to operate the exercises.

What seems to be calm is that he is actually experiencing extremely painful training, and his whole body is like being in the Nine Heavens Divine Fire, constantly calcining his body.

This quenching body fluid was obtained by the Bai Dao people from the hands of a martial arts innate powerhouse, and it was extremely precious.

Not only can it improve cultivation, but it can also refine his physique and improve his qualifications, he used it once back then, and there are still some left.

Now that he is leaving the Maoshan faction, without him as a guardian, the Maoshan faction will have a very hard time in the future.

In order to prevent such a thing from happening, he even took out the last and only quenching fluid.

That's a little compensation!

The ninth uncle sitting in the wooden basin seemed to have forgotten everything, and concentrated on the Shangqing Dadong True Scripture of the Maoshan faction.

The cyan medicinal power was constantly absorbed by Uncle Jiu's body, changing and enhancing his physique, and the intense pain almost made him scream.

The chest was slightly slight, and between breaths, there was a sense of rhythm, and with the passage of cultivation time, the cyan water in the wooden basin gradually faded, and Uncle Jiu's cultivation was also improving rapidly, and his physique had more than doubled, and his skin even discharged layers of dirt.

The cyan liquid stained Uncle Jiu's skin, and a trace of medicinal power slipped into his body along the pores of his skin, warming his bones and washing his veins...

It wasn't until the cyan liquid in the wooden basin disappeared that Uncle Nine reluctantly stopped.

At this time, not only did his mana increase greatly, his cultivation had reached the realm of the late stage of refining and refining qi, his skin was as bright as warm jade, and his appearance was ten years younger.

In the wooden basin, Uncle Jiu's eyes were closed, his eyelashes blinked slightly, and after a while, his dark eyes suddenly opened.

In the black pupils, the white light flashed, and he slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath in his chest, looked at the white Daoist in disbelief, and said, "Master ......"

He was speechless when he shouted out the honorific title.