Although he was reluctant to lose his momentum in front of Xiang Yutian, Zhu Houlie understood that the Dafa of cultivating demons was not as easy as they said. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is a problem to select a good furnace, it is also a problem to cultivate the furnace to prevent it from regurgitating, and whether it can be perfectly digested after devouring the furnace is a big problem.

Although it is said that plundering other people's skill perception realm is a pretense of external objects, in fact, self-slow cultivation is also plundering, but this plundering belongs to turning the creation of heaven and earth into one's own use. The real difference between the two is that one plunders heaven and the earth, and the other plunders living beings.

However, most people do not have a lot of psychological burden on plundering heaven and earth, and it is easy to digest the energy and rule perception drawn from heaven and earth, so this is the right path in the public perception. And snatching other people's property and things such as the realm of the practice will not only be condemned by public opinion and morality, but more importantly, it will forcibly melt others in terms of realm perception, and will also be negatively affected by other people's thinking, making one's thinking chaotic and mentally deviant, and if you don't strengthen your own Dao heart and will, you will easily go mad.

If Zhu Houlie really wants to use the method of planting him, the demon cultivation is secondary, and how to turn all the cultivated comprehension realms he has plundered into his own is the most important.

"It's time to go out!" Zhu Houlie said to Xiang Yutian.

When Xiang Yutian heard this, he honestly burrowed into the black porcelain altar, and he was now somewhat accustomed to the life of a ghost body.

After cleaning up this secret room, the one that should be put into the mirror is put into the mirror, and the one that belongs to the Qiankun bag is put into the Qiankun bag. After these chores were done, Zhu Houlie left here.

There are four stone chambers in the true treasury of Yang Gong's treasure house, each room is as wide as a hundred steps, three are hidden weapons, and one is a treasure mainly containing gold. All weapons were kept in special oilcloth bags for anti-corrosion and placed in thousands of sturdy wooden boxes. There are tens of thousands of pieces of armor of all kinds, which are enough to equip an elite army of more than 10,000 people.

However, for Zhu Houlie, in the entire treasure house, except for the evil emperor relics, only those gold were useful to him. He couldn't take these weapons with him, and even the gold was only packed in a dozen boxes to almost fill the independent space in the Divine Mirror.

Because he got the detailed drawings and the secrets of opening and closing from Lu Miaozi, Zhu Houlie's entry into Yang Gong's treasure house did not alarm anyone like Shuanglong.

When he came to the fake warehouse, Zhu Houlie didn't care about the boxes of jewelry and weapons equipped with more than 100 people, and just as he left the fake warehouse and walked out of the door, he suddenly felt a killing intent.

A murderous cold light sword stabbed at Zhu Houlie with lightning speed.

Zhu Houlie snorted coldly, stretched out his left hand, and clamped the tip of the sword with his middle index finger.

"Where did the thief come from, secretly assassinating Uncle Ben. Zhu Houlie sneered.

"Han dog damn it!" a cold female voice pierced Zhu Houlie's ear.

"Han dog?!" Zhu Houlie laughed, "Then you will die!"

As soon as the two fingers were exerted, the tip of the sword was broken by him, and then before the assassin could react, Zhu Houlie shot the broken sword head between his fingers to the source of the sound.

"Ahh

The female assassin flew to the ground with a muffled grunt, spitting blood, and remained motionless as if she were dead.

Zhu Houlie ran to the assassin's side, and although the fake library was dim, he could still see the assassin's true face. This woman was dressed in a snow-white samurai suit, with a beautiful and incomparably pale jade face, and a small mole like lacquer at the corner of her mouth, which made her doubly mysterious, but at this time she did not have much human breath.

This woman is a rare beauty, but Zhu Houlie will not pity the jade, he put his toes on the woman's abdomen, and asked, "Who are you, why do you want to stab the poor?"

The woman had more breath out and less breath in, and although her right shoulder was planted with the sword head shot by Zhu Houlie, she was not dead.

"This time, I'm planted, if you want to kill, you have to listen to the respect!" The woman in white had a cold voice, looking at death as if she were home.

"Then you'll die!" Zhu Houlie didn't have much leisure to talk to this woman, his true anger was on his toes, and he kicked her hard and kicked her to death.

"Soon I'll show you what it's like to live better than die!"

Zhu Houlie took out a spirit talisman and put it on the head of the corpse of the woman in white, reciting the mantra, and directly detained the woman's soul.

However, the level of this female soul is far inferior to Xiang Yutian, so Zhu Houlie still has to wait for her soul body to condense for a while, so after putting this soul into a small jade bottle, he touched the corpse again, and found that there was nothing to show her identity, so he stopped.

Leaving the fake warehouse, through the tunnel, I came to the stainless steel gate, and found that the gate was indeed open, and it was obvious that the female thief had come in from here.

"Isn't Yang Gong's treasure house very safe? In the original book, except for Shuanglong and Lu Miaozi, no one else knows the specific location of the treasure house, how did she sneak in......" Zhu Houlie suddenly thought of something, looked at the wall around the gate and watched, only to see a smooth granite wall that was hard carved out of a line of words with something like a dagger, writing: "The Goryeo Rakshasa has been here" nine words!

"Sure enough, it's really Fu Junwu. Zhu Houlie said clearly.

Rakshasa Lady Fu Junwu, although she hung up not long after her appearance in the original book, she did guide the main line of the plot. Without her, Ssangyong wouldn't have been in so much trouble, but it wouldn't have risen so fast.

"But if you kill it, you will kill it, am I still afraid that Fu Cailin will not succeed?" Zhu Houlie thought about it for a while, and he no longer dwelled on this matter.

If it weren't for Fu Junwu's Han dog, Zhu Houlie might not have been ruthless, but it was a pity that she died by herself, so it was no wonder that Zhu Houlie would have died.

Moreover, although Fu Junwu was like a mother to Shuanglong in the original book, before she met Shuanglong, she ran from Goryeo to the Central Plains to stir up the wind and rain, and failed to assassinate Yang Guang twice in a row, so she showed the treasures obtained from the fake treasury of Yang Gong's treasure house in the rivers and lakes, so that the Han people could kill each other and make the situation even more chaotic. So Zhu Houlie has no guilt at all for killing this woman.

"By the way, I remember that Fu Cailin, a stinky old man, raised his three beautiful female disciples as assassins. Moreover, the sword theory of swordsmanship is also a very good martial art, so it is still useful to teach Fu Junwu well. ”

In line with the consciousness that even sesame seeds have to squeeze out a little oil and water, Zhu Houlie remembered the value of Fu Junwu, but if he wanted Fu Junwu to spit out all these things, the first thing to do was to help Fu Junwu's soul condense and keep her memory from being lost.

It didn't take long for Zhu Houlie to leave Yang Gong's treasure house, as for Fu Junwu's body, Zhu Houlie didn't have the leisure to help him collect the body, so he let her lie in the fake library all the time, maybe one day she could see the light of day again!