Confucian Sword Immortal: After studying for ten years, his majesty reaches the sky

【Chen Ning】

【Haoran Qi 100】

【Puppet Stand-in Technique (200/200)(Completed)】

【Mountain Collapse Fist (50/200)】

【Mountain Step (0/200)】

【Demon Suppression Exquisite Pagoda (0/2100)】

After Qing Yan fell asleep, Chen Ning left the room and opened the system panel.

After thinking for a moment, he divided the one hundred Haoran Qi he obtained this time equally among the Avalanche Fist and the puppet stand-in technique.

After reaching the Consummation Realm, the stand-in puppet was already able to possess the same strength as Chen Ning, and could maintain its human form for at least a day.

In addition, the stand-in puppet can also use magical powers such as poetry, wine, and sword techniques, and this magical power is just like when facing the painted skin ghost, and it can exert the power of one plus one at a critical moment.

"Come out, Demon Suppression Tower. Closing

the system panel, Chen Ning called out to the depths of the sea of knowledge.

Colorful qi suddenly swirled out of his hand, slowly condensing into a seven-story pagoda.

Observing it up close, Chen Ning was able to feel the subtlety of this exquisite pagoda even more.

Although the Linglong Pagoda is only the size of the palm, but with the green lotus as the base, this seven-story pagoda is actually carved dragon and painted phoenix, Biwa Zhuyong.

On closer inspection, the details above are no less than those of a massive tower hundreds of meters high.

If this magical power reaches perfection, the Demon Suppression Exquisite Pagoda may really be able to transform into a hundred-meter-high tower!

Of course, the terrifying thing about the Demon Suppression Exquisite Pagoda is far more than its appearance.

The Painted Skin Ghost, who had terrified countless cultivators, was now suppressed in this tower and suffered from purgatory.

Not only that, but all the monsters that are suppressed by the Linglong Pagoda will become slaves driven by themselves.

Take this opportunity to take a look at the extent to which you control the Skinghost.

"Open.

Chen Ning put his fingers together and opened the seal on the first layer of the Linglong Tower.

"Haha, I'm finally out!

Dare me to bear such pain, wash my neck and wait, I will repay the pain a thousand times in the future!"

In the Linglong Tower, it endured the whipping of the fire of purgatory almost all the time, and the intense pain caused its soul to be destroyed but could not be dissipated, it was simply worse than death.

It had been waiting for it to be in the tower for this moment.

The Paintman let out a wild laugh, as if celebrating his rebirth.

As long as it can escape from here, it will be confident that it will be able to make a comeback! Sooner

or later, it will lead an entire ghost town and make all the human beings who crusade against it yesterday pay the price!

However, just when the Painted Skin Ghost thought that he was about to escape, Chen Ning's flat voice came from his ears:

"Fixed. In

an instant, the Paintskin Ghost felt a surge of electricity rush through his soul.

No matter how hard it tried, it was as if it was pinned to the spot, unable to move.

"What the hell is going on, what have you done to me!" the

strange phenomenon frightened the Paintghost.

In just an instant, its illusion of freedom was completely shattered.

"It's actually pretty easy to use.

Chen Ning sighed.

The Demon Suppression Pagoda must have engraved some kind of spell on the origin of the soul of the Painted Skin Ghost, making it unable to resist any of its orders.

"In that case, let's make an interesting order.

Here, give yourself a hundred slaps in the face. "

What are you talking about, even if I die, I will never obey such an order!" The

Paintskin Ghost's eyes widened in anger, eager to rush up and tear Chen Ning apart on the spot.

But it didn't last long before it found itself raising its hand uncontrollably.

Even as it resisted desperately, the hand trembled and reached to its face.

"Smack!"

was a resounding slap in the face.

"Yes, yes, let's continue to fight at this level.

Chen Ning nodded approvingly.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you sooner or later, and take the skin of that pretty maid of yours!"

"Yes, I hope you'll be able to maintain your confidence in a while."

Chen Ning smiled lightly.

In the first few slaps, the painter continued to scold angrily.

"Slap, slap, slap......"

But with one resounding slap after another, by the time it reached thirty or forty slaps, even in a state of soul, its face was so swollen that it could barely speak.

After more than sixty slaps, the anger in the eyes of the painter had completely dissipated, and was replaced by confusion and incomprehension.

By the time it reached more than seventy slaps, it was already trembling with pain, and finally prayed in a slurred voice:

"Please, don't ...... Hit.

Chen Ning sighed: "I still prefer your unruly appearance." So

, the Skinghost's face-pumping task continued, and he didn't stop until he had done a hundred strokes.

"Do you still want to kill me now?" Chen

Ning asked.

The Painttooth shook his head in horror, his mouth swollen to the point where he couldn't speak.

"Well, yes, let's go back to the tower.

But at the moment when Chen Ning's voice fell, the Painted Skin Ghost opened its fangs violently, and its speed increased sharply.

"Haha, although your methods are very powerful, I didn't expect that I had hidden my strength before!

Stupid human, do you really think that you can subdue me?"

However, Chen Ning just waved his hand coldly.

"Lightning strikes. "

Boom!"

a thick thunderbolt slammed down.

"Triple hits.

"Boom!"

Three more huge thunderbolts fell, scorching the soul of the painted skin ghost, and even almost scattered.

Chen Ning had long anticipated the capriciousness of the Painted Skin Ghost.

The Demon Suppression Pagoda is like a small world, as long as you face the demons that are suppressed in it, you can impose any punishment.

"Go back to the tower, and the temperature of the Infernal Fire in the tower will triple in temperature.

As Chen Ning's voice fell, the Linglong Pagoda opened again, and the terrifying temperature emanating from it even distorted the space.

"No, I know it's wrong this time, I really know it's wrong, let me go!" Just

by approaching the Linglong Tower, the Paintskin Ghost felt as if his soul was about to melt.

It pleaded in horror, apparently already genuinely wanting to surrender.

But there is no regret medicine in the world, and the painted skin ghost has created countless evils, and he should have experienced the torture of life worse than death before disappearing.

Soon, the entrance to the Linglong Pagoda was closed again, and the scorching and terrifying temperature inside was better than the wave, and only the faint sound of mourning could be heard.

......

After punishing the painted skin ghost, Qing Yan also just woke up.

"Qing Yan, come with me to buy something. Putting

away the Demon Suppression Tower, Chen Ning walked out of the door.

"Shopping?Is the young master planning to go to Wu'an City?"

"Well, there are only ten days left before leaving Ning'an Village, and it's time to prepare the bags and supplies on the road. "

Yes, I'm about to enter Beijing!" Qing

Yan's cheeks showed an unconcealable expectation.

Upon arrival at Wu'an City.

After a morning's work, the two of them prepared a change of clothes, dry food needed for the road, tent utensils and other things.

But when it came time to find the coachman and the carriage, he ran into trouble.

Chen Ning originally wanted to rent a carriage, but after hearing that he was traveling alone, the owner of the carriage shop refused again and again.

Not only did they not plan to send out coachmen, but they did not even plan to rent a carriage.

The owner of the carriage shop shook his head seriously:

"It's not that I don't want to rent it to you, it's just that there are demons running rampant along the way, and it's too dangerous."

Based on my experience over the years, if a lone scholar does not follow the dart line, he will be dead and dead.

Not to mention that the carriage can't come back, even your little life will definitely be ......"

Chen Ning: "......"

Good guy, the saying that there is no life is really violent enough.

This damn world has been hiding from itself for two years.

Fortunately, because of Qing Yan's fox tail, he knew that there were really demons in this world.

Otherwise, with just one scholar, let alone rushing to take the high school exam, I'm afraid it would be extremely difficult to reach the capital alive......

However, today's self cannot be compared with ordinary scholars.

Chen Ning solemnly patted the boss on the shoulder, sighed and said,

"Since the boss said so, there is no way to do it."

I wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but in exchange for estrangement.

Don't pretend, I'm having a showdown......"

"Brother Chen, why are you here!"

Just as Chen Ning was about to slap the boulder next to him and show the boss what a scholar of the new era was, a bald head suddenly ran in the distance at this moment.

The bald monk was in the clear space, and there was a heavy large cloth bag hanging on his back.

Jingkong was surprised:

"I originally planned to go to Ning'an Village to give Brother Chen the bounty of the Demon Division, but I didn't expect Brother Chen to come to Wu'an City. As

he spoke, he opened the cloth bag he was carrying, and there were more than three hundred taels of shining silver in it.

Glancing at the carriage on the side, Jingkong instantly understood something:

"Could it be that Brother Chen is planning to come to rent a carriage?"

This kind of ordinary mortal horse is too slow, has extremely poor endurance, and is easy to die suddenly in the middle of the road, far inferior to our Chifeng Horse that can travel thousands of miles a day in our Ming Silence Temple.

Not only that, there are several old monks in the Ming Silence Temple who are more than 30 years old and have first-class car skills can be selected by Brother Chen.

Leave this little thing to us with confidence, and repay Brother Chen for his kindness to Ming Lin Temple all the time.

Feeling the heavy weight of three hundred taels of silver, Chen Ning couldn't help but stretch out his thumb and said movingly:

"The water in Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, and it is not as good as the clear space to send me love."

Brother Jingkong, you can handle it!"

However, after hearing these words, Jingkong suddenly froze in place, and his eyes became empty in a moment.

Suddenly, two lines of tears flowed from his eyes, and his voice gradually trembled.

"The Peach Blossom Lake is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as good as the clear space to send me a love ......

What kind of quatrain this is in the world!

How can I, a little monk and nun, be able to make Brother Chen make such a peerless sentence for me that is enough to shock the great Confucians of the world!

Can I dare to ask Brother Chen for permission to tell others this sentence?

I believe that it will not be long before this poem will resound throughout the country, causing an uproar among Confucian students all over the world!"

As he spoke, Jingkong could not suppress the emotions in his heart, and he was moved to cry.