"I don't understand. Chen Yuanyuan said.

"You don't need to understand. The voice answered him.

"So what are you?" asked Chen Yuanyuan.

"Me?" the voice seemed to muse, "I am...... I am the power. ”

"Strength?" Chen Yuanyuan said suspiciously.

"Yes, power. The voice said.

"What kind of power?" Chen Yuanyuan then asked.

"Strength is power, it doesn't matter what attributes. The voice continued.

Chen Yuanyuan felt that he couldn't ask anything.

So he decided to take a different approach.

"Can you let me see you?" Chen Yuanyuan asked.

"What you see is what I am. The voice said.

Chen Yuanyuan felt a little strange, it was still dark in front of him, there was nothing, but soon, Chen Yuanyuan seemed to know something, and his eyes lit up.

"Are you...... Are you the darkness in front of me?" Chen Yuanyuan asked.

"So to speak. The voice said.

"Then how did you get into the depths of my consciousness. Chen Yuanyuan asked.

"Enter, no, no," the voice said, "I didn't enter, and now this is my home." ”

"What are you talking about?" Chen Yuanyuan only felt stunned, and the voice continued: "Now you must accept this power, and you must also accept this profession. ”

"Occupation?" Chen Yuanyuan asked.

"Yes, occupation. The voice said, "Ever since you started writing your name in the book of yin and yang, you are the new master.

"You don't have a choice. If you don't accept it, your body is better than death! If you fall into hell, you will not be able to live forever!"

......

I have to say that it is a fool's act to open up a space in Zhang Wenli's back house.

Particularly stupid.

Although Mr. Xilu is a nominal friend of Zhang Wenli and is also wary of him, he still doesn't know him well enough.

In fact, a master of the third grade comes with the powerful abilities and resources of a clan, and his self-confidence has its justification.

But something went wrong.

It's been too long.

It's been around for too long, too long.

And there was a fierce battle inside, and the space was even more crumbling, like a thin bubble that burst when poked.

The old monk appeared outside this bubble, I don't know if it was the real body, but he still didn't enter it - this space was not so solid that it could allow a master like the old monk to enter and exit at will.

Moreover, the old monk still has things to do.

He also had to block the snooping thoughts in the void.

There are places that you can't just snoop on if you want to, and that's true of the palace, and it's the same here.

But after all, those people are very powerful, and those divine thoughts are also a lot in comparison.

So the old monk alone still can't stop him after all, even if he is now like an Arhat-like figure.

So the old monk stood there, inside his mouth and nose, spilling blood out, looking quite desolate.

Another powerful divine thought swept over, and the meaning of aggression in it was quite obvious, aggression was like fire, arrogant and domineering.

The red, strange aura that appeared originally came out and wanted to block it, but it was obviously not enough, and it dispersed at the touch of a button, and the divine thought did not stop, whistling towards the house.

There is a trace of invisible, but in fact, you can imagine it as a gray divine thought silently appearing on the path of this divine thought.

Insidious like a poisonous snake.

Quietly lurking there.

The arrogant god didn't notice it and crashed into it.

Suddenly vanished.

That divine thought is the "nothing" that appeared earlier.

"Nothing" hurts the divine soul so much when the divine thoughts are not out of the body, not to mention that now they are facing a divine thought that has no protection at all?

Nature is also silence.

A secret room somewhere in the capital.

After two suppressed coughs, after all, he couldn't suppress the rampaging Zhenyuan in his body, and blood spurted out when he opened his mouth.

A statue was dyed red.

The wick of the oil lamp seemed to be extinguished, but it was still not extinguished, illuminating the secret room.

It's not big, a person is wearing a Taoist robe, sitting on a futon, and there is a painting hanging in front of it, and a statue is offered.

But the statue was not the Heavenly God or the Heavenly Immortals.

The statue is very simple and clear, it is a clay sculpture, not colored, and it can barely be seen as if it is a finger.

But now the clay sculpture was covered with cracks, dripping with blood, and emitting heat, apparently the man had just sprayed it.

The lights were dim, and the shadow of the person who illuminated it was blurred, but it didn't look like a person's shadow at all.

The man curled up in pain and coughed.

The lights finally found the man's face.

It is Zhang Daohai's master, Chengtianguan, and the Void Taoist.

It's just that now this Void Daoist has an old face, where does he have the original demeanor?

......

Chen Yuanyuan finally woke up and was taken aback when he saw Li Guotao.

Now Li Guotao's lips were bruised from the cold, and he kept shivering.

Seeing this, Chen Yuanyuan finally couldn't care about anything else, and a mysterious rune immediately appeared in his mind, Chen Yuanyuan didn't hesitate, stretched out his dry finger, and drew a rune against the void.

Coherent.

A snap of it.

The talisman entered Li Guotao's body, and it was strange to say that this kind of bizarre chill that even Li Guotao couldn't force out disappeared without a trace for a while.

Li Guotao looked at Chen Yuanyuan, Chen Yuanyuan also looked at this Li Guotao, still stretched out his dry finger, and said to Li Guotao: "Uncle Li, I'll talk about it later." ”

Li Guotao nodded.

From here, you can't see anything outside the space.

Not even Li Guotao.

But Chen Yuanyuan is capable.

Chen Yuanyuan drew a circle with his dry fingers, and a circle appeared in that space, revealing the old monk outside.

The old monk opened his eyes, saw this scene, and lowered his eyebrows and said, "Good!"

Chen Yuanyuan did not speak.

The old monk raised his head and opened his mouth slightly.

"If I smell ......"

Chen Yuanyuan shook his head, his fingers dotted in the void, and he drew left and right.

It's a mistake and a cross.

This means that the old monk said at this time that it was wrong for me to smell it, or that it was inappropriate.

So Chen Yuanyuan didn't want to hear it.

If you don't want to hear it, it's the wrong number.

The original Chen Yuanyuan was not qualified to refuse.

The rabbit is not qualified to ask the eagle to do anything.

But now it's different.

Chen Yuanyuan may be very fat, and he can't become an eagle and can't fly, but he is at least an elephant now, an elephant with horns.

So he is qualified to negotiate conditions.

With Chen Yuanyuan's move, the whole night seemed to be even darker.

"Yes. Chen Yuanyuan said.

The old monk's right hand was originally a vertical palm, but now it has become a wisdom fist seal.

Chen Yuanyuan didn't care.

Still took a withered finger and looked at the old monk very impolitely.