/./ In order to integrate into this world as soon as possible, Wang Yuan bought a courtyard in an alley in Anseong and started to identify antiquities.

There are not many people in this alley, but the owner of every house is full of smiles.

A small tavern, a pharmacy, a cloth village, and Wang Yuan's newly opened "Pinshengju" formed a small circle.

Late at night, Wang Yuan sat under an old tree in the courtyard, and suddenly, his body flickered and brightened, and an illusory scene began to occur.

Wang Yuan's eyes flickered, he looked at the two clones, and said softly: "In order to better experience Hongchen, this time, I need to be separated from you for a while."

In the middle-aged monk, what Wang Yuan realized was that if he looked down on mortals from the perspective of a monk, he would not be able to completely integrate into it after all.

The clone is still cold.Nod.,Disappear into the darkness.His goal is the land of the magic pool.Nothing.After nodding.Disappearing into the darkness.His goal is the land of the magic pool.

Wang Yuan looked at the demon clone.At this moment.The hair of the demon clone had been born by him with mana.It was quite demonic.Wang Yuan thought for a moment.,In a low voice,"The demon clone can't enter the land of the demon pool to cultivate.It doesn't suit him.It seems that it can only be like this."

Thinking about it, the demon clone will sit opposite the deity, and the deity holds out a small bottle in his hand, which is the jade net bottle of Na Sumeru in the mustard seed.

"That day, Xiao Sheng said that there was another Qiankun inside, but I didn't expect that this Qiankun was really big, and it could communicate with Huaguo Mountain, and even enter again."

In an instant, the jade bottle emitted a soft moon-white light to cover the demon clone.

Ripples swirled in the place where the demon clone was, and a strange force swept through, and the demon clone turned into pieces and entered the whirlpool, disappearing.

After doing this, Wang Yuan exhaled lightly.The connection with the demon clone is still there.But the connection with the demon clone was cut off by a force.The demon clone entered Huaguo Mountain again.All the creation depends on himself.

The moonlight is faint.Under the old tree.Wang Yuan's face changes.Changed into a young man.The divine consciousness flies out for the last time.Under a little eyebrows.The divine consciousness turns into countless strands and falls into the body of everyone in Anseong.Unless you cultivate to a person who exceeds Wang Yuan.It is impossible to detect it.

Wang Yuan's expression was solemn, and he typed a strange symbol in his hand, and said solemnly: "When all the divine consciousness can experience everyone's desires, it will be the day when my seal of cultivation will be unlocked."

A gust of wind swept up, shaking the old tree, and the crazy aura poured out of his body, all of which flew into the strange symbol.

At this moment, Wang Yuan has become a mortal.

"If, after this samsara, you can't get rid of the distracting thoughts about enlightenment in your own thoughts, then you're really dead." Wang Yuan clenched his fists, this body has no cultivation background, and it is not as good as the people in the rivers and lakes among mortals.

The reincarnation of a lifetime is very long for mortals, but for Wang Yuan, who was once a monk, it will pass very quickly.

Sitting under the old tree, Wang Yuan still didn't forget that there was a demon exorcism ceremony worth seeing tonight.Although there was no cultivation for the time being.But when separating the divine sense, Wang Yuan ordered every divine consciousness to contact him.He could know the world without leaving home.But it was all one-way perception.

"Exorcism, exorcism...... I'll see who that Taoist priest is." Wang Yuan chuckled, then closed his eyes, and the scene that the divine consciousness saw instantly appeared in his mind.

Late at night, quiet, but the humble teahouses outside Anseong are not so peaceful, they are all crowded with people, everyone breathes heavily, their eyes widen, they don't want to miss every detail, the official road is in the center, it is full of strange flags, forming a gossip array, the center of the formation, a desk is burning incense candles, there are stacks of rune paper, an old man in a Taoist uniform is holding a peachwood sword, at this time, his mouth is quickly reciting countless tricks, his brows are furrowed, this look, there is really a hint of a monk.

The swordsman sat on the tree, his cold eyes flashed with a strange light, and as a swordsman, his head was raised at his waist as he walked the rivers and lakes.

The swordsman is different from the swordsman, for example, the difference between the sword and the sword, the sword, the king of a hundred soldiers, represents integrity, benevolence and righteousness, and the knife is a murder weapon, the courage of a hundred soldiers, the dance is up, the sword wind is whirring, the cold light is pressing, only the sword wind is heard, there is no human figure, so the sword represents bravery.

His brave personality makes him very interested in the things of ghosts and gods, and he has been at war with people all his life, and he has never tried to fight a monster.

Therefore, the swordsman is waiting for the monster to appear, and immediately fight the monster, even if it is worth dying.

Feeling the battle intent on the swordsman's body, Wang Yuan's divine sense turned to the Taoist priest who was setting up the altar.

The old man squinted, his shrewd eyes turned around, and the attention of the people around him was attracted by him, and he smiled obscenely.

Lao Dao shouted, causing the people around him to take a step back, gasping, wanting to see the monster, but not daring to look at it.

Lao Dao took out a piece of talisman paper from his bosom, his eyes gurgling, and suddenly, he pointed in a direction in the darkness, and said loudly, "There."

Everyone's eyes all turned there.At this moment.Lao Dao quickly put the talisman paper on the top of the incense candle and lit it.When everyone didn't turn their heads.,shouted again: "There's none.It looks like this monster is full of demonic energy.If Lao Dao doesn't show some real skills.,I really can't let it appear."

Everyone's eyes were withdrawn.In such a tense state.Even the swordsmen followed everyone's gaze.No one paid attention to the old man's demeanor.

The rune paper was painted with a bewitching symbol, and it was not fully lit. This time, the old man symbolically pinched the trick in his hand, and spewed out the little liquor that he had deliberately held in his mouth when he came.

Lao Dao raised the peachwood sword, sniffed it, smelled a strange smell, his eyes glanced at it, and secretly said in his heart that it was terrible.

But Lao Dao has long been experienced, and the more mysterious things are, the more they can attract people's attention...... So what about ......"

As he spoke, Lao Dao's eyes turned around, looking at the indignant crowd, and he continued: "So, Lao Dao fought hard to subdue the monster, but Lao Dao's manifestation consumed too much energy, and he could only use gold and silver to fill the five elements missing between heaven and earth.

Lao Tao set an example, took out a handful of silver from his bosom, and threw it on the altar that he had deliberately prepared.

Lao Dao's saliva flowed out, he hurriedly wiped it, looked at it, and took out some powder and raised it in the gossip array.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the desk and the gossip array were blown away by this wind.

The swordsman's sensitive perception instantly sensed that an unusual aura was approaching this side.

Lao Dao was blown to the ground, but even so, he didn't forget to put away the gold and silver scattered all over the ground, and muttered: "Why is it so evil today.

Lao Dao didn't know it, a pair of scarlet eyes were slowly approaching from the darkness, and a fresh fragrance followed.

After the old man had taken all the gold and silver, he hurriedly stood up, and when he was about to turn around and run, he turned around." "Wow," he scattered the gold and silver in his bosom and sat down on the ground.

Wang Yuan's consciousness moved, and out of the yellow smoke came a red fox the size of an old cow.

Wang Yuan smiled and said secretly: "I didn't expect that this old Taoist would really summon this monster...... Very poor."

Lao Dao sat down on the ground, was stunned, wiped his face, looked at the fox demon in front of him in disbelief, and muttered, "It's over, it's over, something is wrong this time."

"Roar..."

The huge fox demon roared violently, and instantly lifted Lao Dao away, rolled on the ground dozens of times, and a disheveled smart man stood up and shouted at the equally surprised crowd: "Run, this monster is too strong, Lao Dao is not its opponent."

151 Kanshu.com .