In Li Mingshan's secret room, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and thousands of ways formed a mysterious sword array. The chairs, pillars, soft couches, etc., all disappeared. If it weren't for the great prohibition of the City Lord's Mansion, and the fact that Wuxu had been outside like a Dharma protector, I'm afraid this secret room would have collapsed long ago.

In the middle of the mysterious sword array, Li Mingshan didn't know where, there was only a short sword, glowing with purple light, flying around the Xingyun Bamboo. The Nebula Bamboo still had a faint blue-green glow, and only occasionally released the breath of the starry sky.

One night later, it still was.

Naturally, Wuxu can't just keep guarding outside like this. At this moment, he was already able to control the ban of the City Lord's Mansion, so he deliberately strengthened Li Mingshan's ban in the secret room, leaving a trace of divine consciousness before leaving.

But at this time, he hugged Wuxu's legs with both hands. These hands, incredibly thin and long, stretched out from the flowers outside Li Mingshan's secret room, green and oily, like poisonous snakes, wrapped around Wuxu's legs.

Then, with a moan, a rough and distorted face was revealed, and his eyes were a little crazy, and he said breathlessly, "Help me!"

Wuxu looked at it, and it turned out to be Niu Er!

Wu Xuan dragged Niu Er out like a sack. He was full of demonic energy, angry but nothing, and it seemed that the rest of his life was overdrawn and given to the demon god.

Wuxu thought about it, carried Niu Er, performed the escape technique, and quietly flew towards the stone platform behind the city lord's mansion.

When he arrived at the stone platform, Wuxu Fang took this Niu Er to appear and then put it down. Niu Er immediately collapsed there, like a patient with a high fever, or a sheep epilepsy, convulsed and confused, and whispered crazy words.

Occasionally, just a few words, but Wuxu secretly wondered. What was the first time I went to Lushan, I had no choice, what kind of slut was hypocritical, hooking up with disciples。。。。。。

This is Li Mingshan's husband in the world, the tone of the sect master of the Ziyang Sect?!

Li Mingshan, didn't you kill him? Don't you hesitate to fall into the devil, in the world, under the Demon Peak, you will kill him like a jade stone?

What kind of exercises is Li Mingshan cultivating? Is it so mysterious, or is it an evil sect? If Wuxuan's guess is good, Li Mingshan not only poured the demonic qi into this Niu Er, but also transferred the karma of his own demon to this Niu Er. Otherwise, how could last night, one's demonic aura and resentment suddenly disappear? How could the sword aura be like a rainbow and the righteous qi awe-inspiring?

But how can one's own causal karma be passed on to others? In the eyes of enlightenment, this is not in line with the Dharma and is not scientific.

These thoughts and speculations are like lightning and flint, but they are only instantaneous. In this instant, Wuxu had already taken out a psychic pill suitable for a true spiritual monk obtained from the Demon Domain Casino, scraped some powder with his fingers, and then put it into Niu Er's mouth while saying, "If you can bear it, you can live, and you can cultivate demons." ”

Niu Er seemed to understand, his eyes widened, and he showed a grateful look towards Wuxu, and then closed his eyes, humming and sighing there, in a subconscious way, he tried his best to digest and absorb the medicinal effect of the psychic pill powder.

Seeing this scene, the ghost made the god worse, and said to himself, "One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon." Contemplation, contemplation. Everything has a way of doing things, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such. ”

Niu Er was on the stone platform, in front of the stone tablet, his whole body was twitching uncontrollably and squirming, but his eyes seemed to have tears.

Since he was announced that he could practice, he was taken to the secret room by Li Mingshan. Li Mingshan told him that he was born with a demon body, and because he was old and not a virgin, he had to open it on how to open it. Then it was like a dream, he seemed to have become another person, despicable and shameless to the extreme, and did all the bad things, and then his wife cheated on his disciple, and he was a cuckold, but he was gloomy and unmoving, and later, he finally found an opportunity to strike out with one palm, so that they all fell into the devil, and also let themselves fall into the devil, and then he was pierced through the heart by the wife of the demon, Wanjian。。。。。。

It's too absurd, it's too realistic, for example, your hands have grown longer and become greener, for example, you can sense the aura of the outside world. So, it's hard to tell the difference.

"One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon. Contemplation, contemplation. Niu Er silently recited what Wuxu said in his heart, let the aura in his body wander endlessly, and then turned into wisps of demonic qi to transform himself.

Seeing this, Wuxu no longer cared about the life or death of Niu Er, and then walked towards the stone tablet. This stele seems to be a little different from yesterday, there are traces of cracked fine lines in some places, and the three words "longevity stele" on it have also been erased. Wu Xuan stepped forward, his divine sense carefully examined, and suddenly he was shocked! If he was right, the trace of breath left on this stone tablet turned out to be the breath of the Great Zhou Emperor who appeared in Yongzhou City a few days ago.

What is he going to do? If he doesn't like it, he can destroy it completely. Wu was more curious about this place, this stone platform, this stone tablet.

At this time, on the boulevard between the stone platform and the city lord's mansion, a mortal sergeant figure faintly appeared, and it seemed that the situation was about to walk towards the stone platform.

Wuxu immediately carried Niu Er, went incognito, and returned to the City Lord's Mansion. Li Mingshan's secret room was still closed, the sword qi was surging, and Wuxu vaguely sensed the breath of Xingyun Bamboo in it.

Wuxu put Niu Er still in the flowers, and then went back to his secret room.

"Master Wuxu, can you protect the Dharma for me? This Nebula Bamboo is an ancient artifact, and Li is afraid that he will not be able to control it in the back, so that his breath will leak out. Li Mingshan suddenly came to his senses, and intermittently transmitted, looking very weak.

Wuxu couldn't help frowning. The Great Zhou Emperor has obviously not left yet. If Li Mingshan's retreat is not successful, and Xingyun Bamboo's breath leaks out, I'm afraid there will be big trouble. Immediately, Wuxu flew into the sky and sacrificed the mandala Dharma Realm to isolate Li Mingshan's secret room. Then, he took out a true spirit-level psychic pill and sent it in.

Li Mingshan did not send a message to thank her. It was only after a stick of incense that the sword qi in the secret room gradually began to restrain itself. After a long time, even Wuxu, a person who is very familiar with Xingyun Bamboo, can't sense any of its existence. At this time, Wuxu Fang secretly sighed.

It was also at this time that Wu Xuan was in the Dharma Realm, and he looked leisurely towards the back of the City Lord's Mansion. Condescendingly, even with the naked eye, you can see a sergeant with a gun, walking around the stone tablet on the stone platform, looking at it as he walks.

Then the sergeant walked to the front of the stele, put down his spear, and made a respectful salute, similar to three bows and nine bows, his lips moved slightly, as if he was still silently reciting something.

Then the sergeant picked up his spear again and danced. One move and one style, there are boards and eyes, and they do not shy away from dancing, and the head of the gun will face the stone tablet. He danced quite vigorously, and the dead leaves and gravel on the stone platform around him were lifted one after another, but unfortunately, there was not a trace of aura fluctuation, and in the eyes of a monk like Wuxu, it was just a juggling trick.

The sergeant danced a little selflessly, sweating profusely and panting, but he still danced non-stop. Half an hour passed, and Wuxu could see that this sergeant had danced nearly a hundred times with this set of marksmanship. But as if enchanted, he took off his armor and danced again.

An hour had passed, and the sergeant had danced the spear in his hand more than a hundred times. There was no sweat on his forehead, and his moves slowed down, but he still didn't stop. Later, he had to let out a low roar for every move before he could continue.

This sergeant seems to belong to the Stone City Lord's Mansion. Wuxu had some impressions, and thought in his heart, "If you act like this, you must have something on your mind." If it's a business, you can ask about it. ”

Wuxu watched silently, if his estimation was correct, if he continued like this, this sergeant would dance for two or three rounds at most, and then he would be physically exhausted to the extreme, and he would lie there.

Sure enough, the sergeant, moving extremely slowly, with a spear in his hand, almost dragging the ground, towards the sky, swung there with a gesture. He was also a little unsteady on his feet, staggering, as if a spear was dancing at him.

Finally, the spear stood heavily on the ground and finally stopped. The sergeant leaned on his spear, staggering.

Then he literally fell headlong on the stone platform.

But the spear still stands. Not only did it stand tall, but a red light flashed on the head of the gun.

Wuxu stood up. Because, this red light is manifested by the surrounding aura converging on the head of the spear. Wuxu can see clearly, although it is only a flash of lightning.

Wuxu flew over and fed the sergeant some psychic pill powder with a snap of his fingers.

At this time, the spear also fell and landed on the sergeant's palm. The silver spear head was dyed with a hint of red, just like the blood that flowed from the sergeant's forehead after he fell to the ground.

Wuxu carefully inspected this spear, the material was ordinary, not a spiritual asset. But at this moment, the head of this spear seems to have some spirituality. Wu Xuan vaguely felt that if a low-level monk was stabbed by this spear, he would be substantially injured. Looking at this sergeant again, he is still a mortal person, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Why is this so? Wu Xuan is a little puzzled. I've been watching with my senses. I didn't see any aura converging towards this spear head at all. You must know that around the City Lord's Mansion, because of the prohibition, there is not the slightest scattered and overflowing aura. How did these aura come about, and how did they gather at the head of this spear in a way that they couldn't detect?

Wuxu picked up the spear, held it in his hand, and looked at the stone tablet.