Chapter 219: The Secret Art Manifests

The demon soul conjured a folding fan and shook it gently, reminding: "There are secret passages that extend in all directions in this Yan Mansion, since the other party can get rid of Cao Ruhui's forbidden spell, it means that he is different from those unpopular goods in the front hall, maybe he has already let his accomplices leave the Yan Mansion, and he will not wait for us to catch him." (Update it's an octave faster"

Zhou Tong didn't ask him how he learned that there was a secret passage system hidden in Yan's mansion, because he could also do this, just release his divine thoughts and scan it around, everything would be clear to him, just now his mind fell into a little misunderstanding, so he ignored this link. Since there is a powerful organization behind the other party, there must be accomplices to respond, otherwise how could the other party advance and retreat so quickly?

Xuan Mingzi inadvertently saw the demon soul showing a thoughtful expression, so he asked casually, "Do you know this waist card?"

Who knows, the demon soul nodded, and the others gathered around, asking him gossiping, all the questions boiled down to the effect that when and where the demon soul had seen such a waist card or the pattern on it. Test Text Watermark 3.

The demon soul tilted his head and thought for a moment, and said: "At that time, in the Ghost Sorrow Canyon, a group of killers set up an illusion to destroy each of us, and after I killed them all, I noticed that there were fragments similar to this waist card scattered near the broken corpse, but I didn't pay too much attention to it. Test Text Watermark 5. ””“

Xuan Mingzi asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you read that right?"

The demon spirit, who didn't care, spread his hands at the others and said, "Maybe! I don't think I've become old and dizzy from thousands of years." ”

Dandelion added: "I was also present at the time, but at that time, I was worried that Zhou Tong, who was in danger, so I didn't care about these details. Test Text Watermark 2. ”

The word 'evil art' flashed through Xuan Mingzi's mind, and he hurriedly asked, "What kind of evil art?"

Dandelion recalled it carefully, and said: "I don't know what evil art is, the inn we entered the illusion is almost exactly the same as the one you live in, but your inn is much cleaner than the one in the illusion, we fell into the other party's magic circle, at that time, Zhou Tong's life and soul had just become one with the body, and I heard the stinky Taoist priest say that there were three main veins in his body that were blocked and the Danyuan aura could not be used, Zhou Tong inhaled some sawdust when he was unable to protect himself, so he fell into a strange evil art. Test Text Watermark 2. ”

"Sawdust?" Xuan Mingzi muttered, vaguely remembering a book he had read that recorded a method of casting evil magic through Nan sawdust, and anyone who hit this method had no cure but to seek more blessings for themselves. But Zhou Tong survived in a good way, could he have guessed wrong? Or was he blessed by the gods?

This evil art originated from a group called the Herb Guy?, the people in this group are good at evil arts, their evil arts are all through flowers and trees as a medium to cast, because of their nature is vicious and vicious, most of the evil arts developed and created have no way to solve them, so that the people in the body of the evil arts will surely die. Test Text Watermark 5. In addition to being vicious and vicious, the nature of the people is that they will be retribution, but anyone who provokes them will not die well, so the people of the people are rejected by the majority of the ethnic groups, and in the end, because they have too many enemies, they will eventually end up in extinction.

Could it be that someone in the clan survived? Or did someone get their evil art books by chance? Xuan Mingzi had to reassess the power of this organization behind the other party, could it be that the Woxian Taoist Temple couldn't catch any clues about this mysterious organization?

Zhou Tong saw that Xuan Mingzi was deep in thought and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and called out with some concern: "Master, have you thought of any clues?"

Cao Ruhui laughed and said, "Your master is asleep!" Before the words fell, he felt a strong wind falling above his head, and his body instinctively shrank back, and his head fell sharply, just avoiding the sneak attack of this strong wind. Test Text Watermark 2. Test text watermark 8.

"He's ***!You're just asleep!" Xuan Mingzi scolded with a smile, he held his chin with his right hand, looked at the ink on the ground with his two eyes, and said to himself: "I still can't think of useful clues if I want to break my head, alas! If you can restore the things under the ink, it would be good!"

Cao Ruhui successfully dodged Xuan Mingzi's sneak attack, and was in a good mood, and said with a smile on his face: "As the saying goes, 'it's hard to collect the water', but I can let the water that was spilled out be taken back again, and the next thing will be on me!"

Zhou Tong couldn't help but complain: "Senior, why didn't you say it earlier?

"Eh, then you didn't ask? How can you blame me for not saying it?" Cao Ruhui retorted with a glare, and then raised his fingers in front of his chest, chanting a spell in his mouth, his mind was united, his palms were facing each other, and he immediately turned his palms to the sky, and steadily tied the two-word tongs of sheep and horses, stepped on the gossip yin and yang steps, and then each palm and index finger in the middle of the two fingers, with the momentum of the immortal pointing the way, facing the ink on the ground, shouting: "Get up!"

At this time, the eyes of Xuan Mingzi and the others were all focused on the ink on the ground, and a few seconds passed, and nothing happened. Test text watermark 7. Test Text Watermark 6.

Cao Ruhui suddenly felt strange, he picked his fingertips up a few times, and shouted loudly: "Get ......up!

The boy looked at Cao Ruhui, who was blushing and thick-necked, with disdain, and teased: "Grandpa, did your old man drink too much, so the spell failed? Why didn't there be any movement at all? It's so embarrassing that you still look confident just now!"

Annoyed and angry, Cao Ruhui scolded: "I'm sorry!--you little bastard likes to see grandpa's jokes, don't you? I can't help at all, and I'm embarrassed to talk cool there!"

Zhou Tong hurriedly persuaded him: "Senior, don't worry, think about it, did you make a mistake or miss that place? You shouldn't have used this spell for a long time, right?"

"It's been a long time...... Even if I haven't used it for a long time, I won't necessarily make this mistake, anyway, I have another way, but I can only make what is under the ink appear for a quarter of an hour. Test Text Watermark 4. Cao Ruhui felt that his spells should not have failed, and the problem should be with these inks.

"You don't need to talk nonsense, you can just say enough after the matter is done! Xuan Mingzi urged angrily.

Cao Ruhui snorted coldly at Xuan Mingzi a few times, his expression suddenly became very serious, and he secretly prayed: Master Zu! This time you must succeed! Otherwise, there will be no place for my old face.

He took a deep breath, reached out and picked up the wine gourd on his waist and shook it a few times, while whispering the incantation, he used the middle index finger of his right palm to draw a spell on the surface of the wine gourd, and then took a big sip of the wine gourd into his mouth.

Cao Ruhui, who had a drink in his mouth, roughly glanced at the ground, poof, a mouthful of mellow wine mist was like a drizzle of moisturizing everything in spring from the air, and after the wine mist completely landed, the ink on the ground seemed to have not changed, just when a sense of loss rose in everyone's hearts, the ink began to gradually emerge a light blue texture.

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