Huangquan is an extraterritorial exercise comprehended by Wang Quanquan after entering the Mahayana period, and with this magical power, he successfully helped the villagers of Taoyuan enter reincarnation.

"Offended."

Wang Quanquan let out a low shout, and the yellow spring more than ten zhang wide hung down from the sky, and everywhere he passed, the grass and trees withered.

The two men on the opposite side didn't dare to underestimate it, and they rose into the air one after another, but Huang Quan followed closely behind, forming a circle in mid-air, trapping the two in the middle.

It was the first time Du Zhao had seen such an evil technique, and he frowned and said:

"Tangible and insubstantial, filthy and evil, what kind of magic is this?"

The younger monk poked the yellow river flowing in front of him with his sword, and wondered:

"He besieged us but didn't do anything, do you think it's possible that it's really not an evil cultivator?"

"Maybe there are other plans, and we can't sit idly by."

The middle-aged monk spoke, his mouth pressed against each other, his palms slowly rubbed, and a huge phantom soon appeared behind him.

This method is called Pregnant Spirit, which is a secret method of Lingyun, which can also be called Yunling, from which the name of Lingyun Sect comes from.

A thousand years ago, in the case of the five immortal clans, the Lingyun Sect was assigned to the Shura Realm overnight from the head of the Lingyun Sect to the Zun Ling, and this secret method was lost.

The huge phantom was the same as the Yellow Spring in front of him, tangible and non-substantial, stretching out two big hands to grab the edge of the river, and the whole body was fighting, and a gap immediately appeared in the Yellow Spring.

The royal authority in mid-air looked at this scene with interest and muttered:

"I knew that Shizun had left a hand on me."

With that, his body slammed into the gap and kicked the young monk in the chest.

Although he didn't use all his strength, the monk still flew out upside down without defense, and fell directly into the yellow spring behind him.

The turbulent river quickly submerged him, and the middle-aged monk immediately turned red when he saw this, and hurriedly called "Jade Mountain", turned his head and said with a murderous aura:

"If you dare to hurt him, I will let you accompany the burial."

"Don't worry, at most, it's just a coma, if the soul falls in, it's hard to say, even I can't save it."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Can you hear me explain it now?"

Wang Quanquan sat down in the air, and told his story of what happened along the way.

He knew that the other party would not believe in him rashly, so in order to show his sincerity, he fished out the young man from the yellow spring and threw it in front of the middle-aged man and said:

"I am indeed a disciple of Lingyun, this time I went to Shura to find people, I respect the people of my predecessors, I keep my hands everywhere, and I hope that my predecessors will not make a big move, and it will not be too late to deal with it when the truth is clarified."

After speaking, he raised his hand and waved, and the yellow spring dispersed.

In the distance, the little girl Suzaku had been tied with a streamer, staring at Wang Quanquan with innocent eyes, and the female monk was no better, and a sleeve was burned off, showing embarrassment.

"Bingxia, stop."

The middle-aged monk commanded, and after a little hesitation, he bowed his hand to the king's authority and said:

"There are many offends, this seat Du Zhao, Lingyun Zhongfeng Zun Order, we still need to verify what Daoyou said, please come back to the sect with us."

Wang Quanquan nodded, beckoned to Suzaku in the distance, the restraint on the latter's body had been untied, made a grimace at the woman next to him, and flew to Wang Quanquan's side.

……

The group flew towards the eastern fairy mountain, and in less than a quarter of an hour, they arrived at the mountainside.

Wang Quanquan raised his eyes and was surprised to find that there were three peaks in this mountain, it seemed that they were in Shura, but their minds had been thinking about their own sect.

"I don't know what peak Zhao Daoyou is from?" Du Zhao asked casually.

"Yanjun Peak."

"Oh, from which class?"

"Sword Hall."

The woman next to her answered:

"Nanfeng Ao, that guy isn't dead yet?"

"It's jumping around, and it's a good drink for me."

When it came to the sect, a few people who had been fighting each other before quickly chatted warmly.

From time to time, they asked about some old people and old things, and when they learned that the people they knew were still alive, their faces could not hide their joy, if the king had never heard of it, then eighty percent of them were dead, and the scene would fall into silence again.

At the end of the conversation, the young monk named "Lu Yushan" grabbed the shoulders of Wang Quanquan and said:

"Chong Zhao Daoyou's talking, it can't be an evil cultivator, come to Yanjun Peak at night, I'll be the east, let's not get drunk and don't return."

These people are really a rectum, no wonder they didn't confess the mastermind when they were punished in the Shura realm.

……

Most of the plants and trees on the mountain are red and black, not only have no medicinal effect, but are also poisonous, and there is no scenery at all.

Along the way, Wang Quanquan has encountered not many monks, most of them are in the Mahayana period of the soul residency period.

Listening to Lu Yushan, at first, the Shura Lingyun force only had more than a dozen people, including the head, elders, and honorable orders, and later there were evil cultivators who were willing to abandon their merits and join the gang, and there were also monks who formed Taoist couples and gave birth to offspring.

The children Wang Quanquan saw along the way expected to come to this way.

Seeing this scene, it was difficult for him not to secretly complain about these people.

They could have enjoyed the life of the immortals, but they were trapped in a desolate place due to power struggles, but even so, they still did not throw away the hope of survival, cultivated and weaved, had children, and lived in a corner of peace.

Wang Quan was brought to the Zhongfeng Palace, and there was a rough atmosphere everywhere in the hall, and the materials that could be found in this world were limited, and it was far from being able to carve beams and paintings like the real Lingyun Sect.

In the center of the main hall, a black-robed old man was whispering something to the big water balloon in front of him.

The image in the water balloon is blurry, only a vague figure can be seen, and the sound is intermittent, so that you can guess the meaning from a few words.

"Immortal Emperor, I already know about the matter, Lingyun will help your disciple."

When Wang Quanquan, who had just stepped into the main hall, heard this, he immediately came to his senses and rushed forward:

"Master, I'm here."

"Du Zhao, how did you bring outsiders here at will?"

The black-robed old man turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man with a little displeasure, who stepped forward and explained:

"Elder Gongsun, this Zhao Daoyou claims to be a disciple of Lingyun, and his master is named Li Changsheng."

"Li Changsheng ......"

Gongsun Zhe's face showed suspicion, he had just received instructions from the Immortal Emperor, and the next moment he met the main master, it was too much of a coincidence.

The old man turned to the figure in the water balloon and saluted respectfully:

"Dare to ask the Immortal Emperor, this young man is the disciple you are looking for?"

On the other side of the water balloon, the old man squinted and looked at the person opposite, the image here was relatively clear, looking at the ordinary face, he directly denied it:

"Where did you dare to pretend to be a disciple of the Immortal Emperor, the old man's disciple is not so ugly, Gongsun Zhe, find my apprentice, he has a way to bring you back."

Anyway, the image closes directly.

The water balloon fell heavily into the big ding below, Wang Quanquan opened his mouth, and then turned his head to look at the rest of the people, and the previously amiable predecessors changed their faces again.

……

Late at night, in the Lingyun dungeon, the king's back was against the wall, his hands and feet were bound by chains, and he scolded the old guy in his heart.

Du Zhao seemed to be afraid that he would be lonely, so he specially arranged for him to be in a manned cell, and the prisoner had to be messy and unkempt, and he didn't know how long he had been locked up.

Since the king's power came in, he hadn't heard the sound of chains on the other party's hands and feet, and the noise gave him a headache.

"Can you stop somewhat?" Wang Quanquan frowned and looked up.

The sound of chains stopped abruptly, and after a moment, the man's voice was hoarse and asked:

"What's your name, new kid?"

Wang Quanquan is not angry:

"Zhao Zhiyi."

"Zhao Zhiyi?" The other party's voice immediately raised by one degree, "Zhao Zhiyi of the Spirit Yun Sect? ”

…… (End of chapter)