"This kid, although he is a hanger, after all, he has enough time to practice, the foundation of Taoism has been completed, and some Taoist altars and Dharma protection techniques should be fine." The old man pointed to the Tsukaido.

These words made Zhao Yuankang cry and laugh, and he almost didn't laugh out loud. Li Laohan really has a unique vision, and a few simple comments can be described as hitting the nail on the head.

Tonghai always gives people a feeling of unreliability, coupled with the obscene image of a hippie smile, how can there be any temperament of a master.

But after in-depth contact, you will know that this guy is definitely a harmless and bloody man.

As for his miscellaneous Taoism, it is both good and evil, as long as it is useful, he can come twice, but he can't determine the rank, in the old man's opinion, it is actually because the time spent is enough, and he can barely use it.

He peeked at Tonghai, this guy actually accepted it with a smile, it seems that this cheeky magic skill is also a necessary mastery for walking in the rivers and lakes.

"As for Xiao Zhao, you." Li Laohan turned his head to look at him, his voice paused, and continued.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should have a peerless knowledge of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master Mansion, right? It's just that the foundation is still shallow. ”

His heart moved, this old guy is really powerful, he has been banned from spiritual power, and he can actually find out what he has learned through a short period of contact, this psychic person is really amazing.

His silence confirmed Li Laohan's words from the other side.

He smiled and apologized to Tonghai, after all, he never confessed that he was from the Heavenly Master's Mansion from beginning to end.

Tonghai didn't say much, although Zhao Yuankang has been hiding his sect, but the people in the rivers and lakes are more important, but they don't care about the difference between origin and portal. The other party refused to speak, so naturally there was a last resort. Thinking too much about it will destroy the relationship between the two sides, and it will not be beautiful.

"I don't know, what can I do for you?" He continued.

Since Li Laohan focused on revealing that he was born in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, there must be a decomposition.

"Heavenly Master's Mansion not only enjoys a great name in your Central Plains, in fact, one of your branches, hundreds of years ago, also took root and multiplied in my northeast region, becoming a well-known Taoist base."

The old man told an unknown secret, which surprised Zhao Yuankang. Back then, he had also searched all over the materials in the sect's library pavilion, but he had never seen a record of the Northeast Heavenly Master's Mansion.

"Even later, when the third master of the fox immortal Hu was in danger of being hit by a thunderstorm, it was the Taoist master of the Heavenly Master Mansion at that time who cast a spell to help, so that he succeeded in crossing the catastrophe, and only then did he have the status of being worshiped by thousands of people in the future. Therefore, your Heavenly Master's Mansion has great kindness to the Northeast Spirits, they are extremely trustworthy, and they have always been friendly to the descendants of your Heavenly Master's Mansion and do not infringe on them, so you can help me avoid ghosts and attract fox fairies. ”

The old man did not hide it, and revealed a relationship between the fox fairy and the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

"And your Blood Cube, although I can't be completely sure of its breath, I have preliminarily judged it to be a thing of the Nine Shadows. Under the urging of the formation, it will definitely be able to open the mechanism and give directions. ”

The old man pointed to the Blood Cube on the table, thoughtfully scrutinizing it, and determined it to be the key to finding it.

"Then how to cast the spell, please ask Elder Li to arrange it." Zhao Yuankang bowed down and asked.

"Tonghai Xiaoyou, you are here to be the protector of the Dharma to avoid the invasion of demons, I don't need to say more about this. As for Xiao Zhao, I need to borrow this treasure of yours, and at the same time, I need you to use the Heavenly Master's Mansion spell to draw three immortal talismans and stick them around me, and the rest depends on how many spiritual powers the old man can recover. ”

Li Laohan stood up, his original decadent state was swept away, and his eyes radiated a cold light.

The circumstances of his life are all closely related to his identity as a psychic, which can be described as great ups and downs, great joys and sorrows, and now thinking of the opportunity to regain that kind of supernatural power, even if it is only for a moment, is also a great comfort in life.

Tong Hai had changed into a cyan robe, skillfully arranged a simple Taoist altar, placed the things to be used, held a three-foot peachwood sword, and stood beside Li Laohan and waited.

Li Laohan was already sitting on a futon at this time, his eyes slightly closed, his hands clasped, and he was holding the blood cube.

Zhao Yuankang had also quickly drawn three immortal talismans, which were placed around Li Laohan in a triangle.

In the past two years, he has made limited progress in his exercises, but because of his high IQ, he has made extremely rapid progress in the form of charms.

Drawing a spell is a kind of innate understanding and spiritual power, some people look at it twice and draw it once, and some people still find it difficult to draw an effective spell after holding it for a few years. Zhao Yuankang is a genius who can understand the charm at all.

At that time, he was practicing in the master's sect, and it was because of his outstanding wisdom in this area that he was identified by the high-level as a peerless strange person with a life-saving personality and was able to revive the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and was entrusted with an important task.

He retreated to the door and waited for Li Laohan to open the psychic secret method. This was the first time in his life that he had seen the spells of a psychic person, and he couldn't help but be curious, and his eyes widened.

Li Laohan silently recited a very strange and jerky incantation in his mouth, because his voice was very low and similar to the tone of a foreign language, he couldn't hear the content at all, which may be the mystery of the psychic.

"Up!!"

The old man let out a deep cry, and his eyes suddenly opened, like two bolts of lightning piercing the void, making the surrounding air cold.

The three immortal talismans around him suddenly lit up with dazzling golden light, illuminating the old man's face, which was already as dry as orange peel, with brilliance.

With the futon as the center, a half-human-high barrier was formed, enveloping the old man in it, and a little bit of light was injected into his body that had entered the late stage of life, quietly undergoing incredible changes.

His hands, entangled in this mass of black and purple qi, gradually eroded his upper arm, causing his arm to be contaminated with black qi and become extremely black, like two strips of charcoal.

And his face, however, had a flash of red light, which made his already shriveled skin gradually regain its vitality, and his face was ruddy and his temperament was detached, as if he was twenty years younger.

Psychic people have the inheritance of some immortal cultivators, and powerful psychic people can freely walk the two worlds of yin and yang. It's amazing.

What I saw in front of me was just a little bit of power that was driven by the Dao Law after being banned from spiritual power.

The old man's hands as black as thick ink dragged upward, and the blood cube took off his hand, rose out of thin air, flew above his head, and spun around.

"If you want to ask about ghosts and gods, the turbid wine will be sacrificed to the sky."

After Li Laohan shouted these words, he reached out to Tonghai to ask for a glass of realgar wine, shook his hand, and sprinkled it on a layer of lime three feet in front of him.

With a thud, the wine rubbed against the lime, splashing a bright spark, like a brilliant firework, which was fleeting and dissipated into the air, leaving an afterimage.

"Alinnan Murro Heavenly Wind."

An inexplicable voice came out of the old man's mouth again. It seems that the sound of Sanskrit chanting in India makes people feel much calmer.

The Blood Cube suddenly stopped in the void, and the blood-colored modules distributed on all sides suddenly lit up, condensed into a beam of light, and projected onto the short wall opposite the door.

Familiar breath, familiar scenes. Zhao Yuankang almost screamed, and the Blood Cube gave guidance again.

Where the hundred-year-old immortal root is located, the old iron mountain, and the snake island.

His self, which was as red as blood, flowed on the somewhat mottled and iron-blue wall, reminding him of the bloody handprints left by Li Mochou in Lujiazhuang at the beginning of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", which looked shocking and chilling.

"Close!"

Li Laohan spit out a word, folded his hands together, and suddenly thousands of rays of light converged without a trace, and the enchantment around him also dissipated.

What's even more amazing is that the black qi in his hands and the red light on his face also completely disappeared at that moment. It reverted to his withered and senile state.

"Serve me three fine wines." Li Laohan screamed, raised his head and fell down.

Fortunately, Tonghai was quick and hurriedly leaned over to support the old man. I saw that his face was pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth, staining the clothes on his chest a little messy.

Zhao Yuankang went up from the table and took a glass of Sanjing wine prepared in advance, and slowly sent it into the old man's mouth.

Sanjing liquor refers to the wine blended with flavor, alcohol, pigment and water, and is generally very cheap fruit wine and wine.

Soon after the wine was in his stomach, he heard the old man's belly gurgling and rolling, and suddenly he shrugged his shoulders, wow, leaned over and vomited, and a puddle of fishy yellow stuff spit on the ground.

After a long time, Li Laohan stopped vomiting and slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm all right, open the door and clean up the filth."

The old man commanded softly, his voice extremely weak. The two helped him to the bed to rest, quickly removed the altar, cleaned up the blood stains and vomit, ventilated him, and sprayed some air fresheners to restore the room to its original state.

"Now that we've locked the target, let's take a long-term view." The old man let out a long sigh.