I made myths

Chapter 133 Ascension God Sect
Wen Qian left, but he didn't leave completely. He stopped in a small town not far away and found a hotel to stay.

One is to be able to see Jiang Yan as soon as he leaves the customs, and the other is to feel the turbulent fire underground here.

At a depth of more than [-] meters underground, the ground fire passed through the underground of this city, and then spread all the way deeper, and only rose vertically when it reached Shennongjia.

Wen Qian could only vaguely feel such a depth, and could not determine the exact information.

But this doesn't mean that other people can't feel it. Those heavenly monks can not only feel it, but also go all the way through to cut off the ground fire.

It's just that Wen Qian wasn't worried. He could think of others, and the reason why he chose this place was just to see the excitement, and it would be great to get some benefits if possible.

"Dangdangdang!"

The knock on the door interrupted Wen Qian's thoughts, and he responded: "The door is unlocked, come in."

The hotel clerk opened the door and entered, but was a little surprised when he saw Wen Qian's appearance, and tentatively asked in a low voice: "Master?"

His behavior was very strange, hesitant and cautious, and his legs trembled slightly due to fear, which immediately made Wen Qian suspicious, and began to pry into his heart, and heard some information:
"Isn't this a master? Really, I change my appearance every time, a male and a female, and my personality is also moody. If I can't recognize it, I will be punished. It is obviously my own habit that delays the implementation of the plan. Still throwing the blame on us..."

The more you hate and fear a certain person, the more you will secretly scold the other person in your heart, so as to bring yourself a sense of security.

The information he got was not enough for Wen Qian to see the whole thing clearly, so he looked at the guy unemotionally and said, "What's the matter?"

"Is it a cold personality this time? Be careful." The man whispered in his heart, and responded in a low voice: "A grown-up has already prepared everything for teaching and offering sacrifices, and the masks have already been distributed. This is your mask." .”

As he spoke, he lifted the white cloth covering his hands, and a pure black mask appeared in his hands.

The craftsmanship of the mask was very rough, as if it had been picked out with a knife. It was not smooth and covered with wood thorns. It was simply dipped in black paint and dried in the sun and given to him.

Wen Qian didn't say much, took the mask and put it aside, and the clerk whispered again: "An adult asked me to inform you that when the sacrifice time tonight changes, please don't be late again."

"Ah."

Hearing Wen Qian's response, the buddy had nothing on his face, but he was still complaining in his heart: "Oh~, it seems that I will be punished again this time."

"It seems that Master Wu likes to be late, but... where is the location of this sacrifice?"

Wen Qian didn't ask, even if the so-called Master Wu was really moody, it would be too strange to ask such a question that everyone knew the answer to.

Although it is not enough to make the other party suspect that he is a counterfeit, it is not good anyway. It is better for him to follow until he finds the destination.

He stretched out his hand, pointed at the back of the guy who turned away, and drew a few strokes in space, which happened to be finished when the guy turned back to close the door.

"It's just a coincidence to try out the newly researched formation to see if we can achieve instant transfer of monitoring and monitoring."

The corner of Wen Qian's mouth raised a smile. The simple three-dimensional pattern can easily transmit sound and images across space, and the most unstable is the teleporter.

Since he had a half-day understanding of space, he has been devoting himself to the research of traveling through space at will. After all, the speed is still not as fast as teleportation.

Sitting on the hotel bed, he saw the sight of the clerk's back and the sounds around him.

The guy went all the way back to the kitchen and complained to the cook: "My lord has changed his face again, I almost thought I recognized the wrong person, I was shocked."

Hearing this, the cook paused for a moment while holding the kitchen knife for chopping meat, turned his head to look at the waiter, his eyes were full of coldness, and said, "Who are you talking about? Who did you give the mask to!"

His voice was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, which made the clerk tremble with fright.

"No, why are you so excited!" Seeing the cook pointing the kitchen knife at him, the waiter was stunned for a while, seeing the other's cold eyes, he panicked a little, and looked around subconsciously.

He saw a fat finger with many knife marks mixed in the minced meat. Isn't this the cook's finger?
But why are there so many cooks in front of me...

The guy immediately understood everything, and hurriedly knelt down and cried, "My lord! I'm sorry, my lord! It's really not my fault. It's because your disguise technique is too superb. How could a person like me see through it?" !"

The cook, whom he called Wudaren, had a fierce look on his face and asked angrily, "Didn't I tell you that I was in the third room at home! Why are you still admitting your mistake!"

"Family, family three? Isn't it Jiashanfang? I heard it wrong! And the guest didn't deny it! I mistook it for you! My lord, I..."

Shine——

puff-

The sharp blade pierced his throat, blood began to spurt like a fountain, and the man fell to the ground with his eyes blank.

Mr. Wu shook off the blood stained on the knife, pulled off the blood-stained apron, and walked towards the home mountain house, which was the room where Wen Qian was.

Because of the unique taste of the guests, the chef has to go to the room to listen to the guests' requests and make meals that meet the guests' preferences, so no one cares much.

Master Wu came to the door of Jiashan House unimpeded all the way, felt the breath of mortals inside, and had no worries.

Pushing open the door to enter, and closing it carefully with his foot, he walked towards Wen Qian step by step.

Suddenly, he felt light under his feet, and he was tightly restrained by countless aura chains, and there was no time to struggle. The aura chains were like snakes about to hang people, completely enveloping his body, leaving only one head outside.

Not only that, he felt that the aura in his body was passing away quickly, draining him dry in a short time, and a sense of powerlessness swept over his body.

"But the spiritual level cultivation base, no wonder it was not wiped out, it turned out to be too weak, and still likes to change my body."

The contact just now directly let Wen Qian know the details of the other party. It may be due to physical reasons, or it may be due to some special skills that he has practiced, allowing him to freely change his body shape through aura.

It's just that this kind of method is very inferior. It depends on the diffusion of spiritual energy to squeeze the body. If things go on like this, you need to swallow a lot of herbs to recover.

"Who are you? What does sacrifice mean? Where is the place of sacrifice?"

"Humph!"

Master Wu turned his face away, without a trace of fear, and Wen Qian was not annoyed, but his smile became wider and wider.

With the ability to listen to the voice of all things, what is he like facing the current situation?
It's like: "Do you think I'll tell you that we are the Ascension God Sect, a big religion with millions of people in the whole religion. Sacrifice refers to sacrificing non-believers, so as to kill chickens and monkeys, encourage more people to believe in religion, and encourage more people to believe in religion. In order to seek benefits, and get forgiveness from other civilizations by the way, the place of sacrifice is underground in the hotel, is there an underground altar with an unobstructed mirror?"

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