Feng Ping retreated from the Moon Swallowing Space, but the mutation there made him feel uneasy.

I thought that if I violated the taboos in "Swallowing the Moon Walking Corpse" and "The Secret Art of Refining the Corpse", I would become an unconscious walking corpse, but now that I think about it, it doesn't seem to be that way!

The taboo violated was the taboo of the Qi Sea Bug, and it didn't do any good to the fishing boss.

In other words, a monk who practices this set of exercises, even if he completely abides by the taboo, just like Gongsun Juni, will still be cut leeks in the end.

And when to cut and how to cut, it all depends on the mood of the big guy!

"It's really a vicious exercise!" Feng Ping sat cross-legged on the bed, fine beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Although, for him, the alien aura can't control himself, but if he is targeted by that terrifying boss, I'm afraid there will be no good fruit to eat.

"It seems that I will have to give up this exercise in the future, and the Moon Swallowing Space should be less, but the "Secret Art of Refining Corpses" is a good thing!"

Feng Ping is still reluctant to use this exercise that can become stronger as long as he has money.

No matter how you say it, you have to cultivate to a small level, so that your body alone will have the strength of a low-grade magic weapon.

And this kind of transformation, even if it is not a walking corpse, is still effective! It's just a little bit less effective.

Feng Ping walked down from the bed, and in the living room, the sunset spilled in through the door.

A piece of golden.

He paced to the table, poured himself a cup of still warm tea, and took a sip.

Cultivation is temporarily unable to practice, and he can only think about the next step.

Feng Ping's habitual fingers were fluffed into clasps, and he gently tapped the table with his knuckles.

He didn't know when he developed this habit, and he would subconsciously make this action whenever he thought about it.

Of course, this must have been cultivated in a previous life, as for how and why to cultivate it, Feng Ping couldn't think of it.

"At present, Shuntian Mansion has begun to be chaotic, it was originally just a grudge between the monk and 'Feng Ping' and Liu Minghui, but now the True Immortal Society has also been dragged in."

"Since that's the case, then we should put some articles on the evil cultivators."

"The method of advancement, the method of advancement? Do you want to reveal this news to Lan Fu in exchange for his trust by the way? ”

The last time I sat at a table and thought like this was before I gave gifts.

It was getting dark, and until late at night, Feng Ping finally had a plan for the next step.

……

The prefect of Shuncheonfu Yamen.

After Chen Boya said those inexplicable words to Niu Dali, he came here with Hu Yangjian's headless corpse.

Zhang Yonglie also just arrived on the front foot, but when he saw Chen Boya, he couldn't help but feel resentful.

"I don't know if the Zixia Fairy is coming, what is the so-called thing?"

The prefect was polite, but his demeanor and actions could not hide his arrogance.

Originally, he was also forbearant everywhere, and even the rebellion in Lai'an County was in a pleading tone, and he asked the two deacons of Dengxian Pavilion to help deal with it.

Who knew that he was polite, but these Xianmen deacons kicked their noses in the face, especially the one in front of them!

Regardless of refining real people, one of the eight spiritual realms of Dongxuan Mansion, he naturally has to respect it.

But this Chen Boya, who has just condensed the golden pill and formed the law of heaven and earth, is afraid that he is not even skilled in supernatural powers, and he is so arrogant!

Can he bear this?

"The deacon of Dengxian Pavilion died at the hands of the evil cultivator, is that it? The prefect didn't do an autopsy to see how he died? ”

Chen Boya ignored Zhang Yonglie's expression, and his face was still casual and smiling.

It's just that this pus and bloody face is very terrifying.

Zhang Yonglie casually glanced at the corpse on the ground and said, "The head was cut off, and the autopsy is still going to be performed?" ”

"That's true, but look at his body?" Chen Boya pointed to the other party's scarred corpse and continued.

"Huh?"

Zhang Yonglie took two steps and approached the past.

He looked at it carefully, frowned slightly, and said, "This wound was obviously hit after the person died. ”

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from the eyes of the prefect." Chen Boya covered her mouth and chuckled, "Look at the incision in your head again." ”

Zhang Yonglie also distinguished it carefully, and then raised his head to look at the other party:

"Ordinary sharp weapons, cut down after death?"

"That's right!"

"You mean, this deacon of the Ascendant Pavilion was killed and then his head was cut off?" Zhang Yonglie noticed something unusual.

"Lord Prefect is really smart, Zixia, I'm really falling for you." Chen Boya said, the tentacles on her right arm kept twitching, as if expressing some kind of excitement.

"If you have something to say, I don't care how he died!"

"Tut-tut. Doesn't the cutting off of the head after death and the scars on the body mean nothing? ”

"Cover up the cause of death, but what's the matter? Who killed, you know? Feng Ping? Liu Minghui? Or Niu Dali? Zhang Yonglie chuckled, "No matter who you suspect, you can tell me what is going on with the dark spirit root ghost palm on his body?" ”

Regarding Chen Boya's tricks, Zhang Yonglie saw through it at a glance.

This little trick can't hide from his eyes, but there is something suspicious in it!

Chen Boya's expression in her chest froze instantly, she wanted to come to Xingshi to ask for the guilt, and by the way, the other party was armed.

Unexpectedly, this prefect saw through her mind at a glance!

From this moment on, Chen Boya realized one thing!

She underestimated this prefect of Shuntian Mansion whose strength was only in the Jindan Realm, and who was a little weak in dealing with people!

"Then tell me, why did they do it on purpose?" Chen Boya asked rhetorically.

Zhang Yonglie glanced at her contemptuously, not ready to answer the other party's question.

"I'll investigate the matter of evil cultivation, but you three immortal sects should also be active! Drop-off! ”

"Hey, why is the prefect so ruthless and let the slave family go like this?"

Chen Boya's "beautiful eyes flow", making a reluctant feeling.

As for Zhang Yonglie, he didn't even look at her, and turned around and went into the house directly.

As soon as the other party turned around, the smile on Chen Boya's face was all retracted and replaced with a cold appearance.

She rolled up the headless corpse on the ground with her tentacles, turned into a bloody shadow and disappeared into the prefect's yamen.

After Zhang Yonglie returned to the house, he thought about it for a long time.

This corpse is indeed a big problem, and combined with the attack on Lan Fu, there are too many doubts in it.

Why did the evil cultivator kill the warden of the barracks?

Why did Lan Fu know all this in advance?

What role does Niu Dali play in this?

What is the intention of Chen Boya's behavior?

Wait a minute!

There are too many questions and puzzles.

Zhang Yonglie stood up from the Taishi chair and called, "Someone." ”

Soon, Lin Qingshan, who was guarding the door, walked in.

"Prefect, what do you command?"

"Quick, go and find Lan Fu for me, I have something to ask him!"