Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(75)

"..." Kong Qu struggled to grab the feathers under his body. His hair was already in a mess. He was blown by the howling north wind like a row of rice seedlings falling to the south. It was blown back: "Zhi—Qing—, don't you have a private jet?"

Zhiqing's situation is much better than Kong Qu's, because he has no hair to blow.He also sat on Huang Yinger's back once, and although he was trying his best to maintain a dignified look, he couldn't help but hold on to the oriole's back feathers.Kong Qu's voice has become broken here, when Zhiqing first heard it, he thought it was the wind, and only after the wind brought all his words to his ears did he piece together a sentence.

private plane?

Zhiqing also wants to use a private jet, but the plane is the public property of Lanruo Temple, and he can't use it whenever he wants. Besides, is a private jet not allowed to apply for a flight route?He had no choice but to raise his head and send his voice downwind: "It hasn't been consecrated yet."

Penglai Xianshan is not on the ground, and of course it is not in the sky. It cannot be seen on human satellite maps, and it is naturally difficult for ordinary planes to fly directly.To be precise, Penglai Xianshan should be in the interlayer between the human world and the higher nine heavens, and it is the overlapping point of the two interfaces. Although it is not as difficult to enter as the Buddhist gate above the nine heavens, it is not easy for anyone to enter. went in.

Even if the plane of Lanruo Temple can fly all over the world, it will not be able to fly into Penglai, unless it is enlightened by a truly high-level monk.

"Consecration?" Kong Qu took a mouthful of wind, quickly closed his mouth and changed the sound transmission into the secret, the spiritual power was pressed into a line and sent into Zhiqing's ears, "Your temple's plane has to be consecrated?——You said earlier Ah, I have a plane!"

As the group boss of a multinational hotel chain, Kong Qu bought a plane very easily.Moreover, he is a magician, and he does not need to go through the door to modify the plane. Especially for a while, Kong Qu loved to modify the plane. He hired several retired military senior technicians from all over the world, and almost changed the ordinary passenger plane into a fighter jet.

No matter what kind of plane you take, at least you don't have to sit on Huang Que's back to fill the wind like you are doing now. Besides, Huang Ying'er doesn't even have a seat on her back.

"Even if you bring a Maza?" Kong Qu thought gloomily while resting his chin, thinking of the way Fang Yanchu rushed them away when he sent them out, he murmured, "He must have known about it a long time ago, right?" ?”

He held a reinforced confinement cage in his hand, which contained Nightmare, and the finger brought by Nightmare was handed over to Fang Yanchu.Meng Yan huddled in the cage depressedly, pulled the clothes on her body tightly to wrap herself, and under the thin clothes was her body that had become thin and transparent.

Nightmare is like a little black cat, its whole body is condensed with evil spirits, which can be easily neutralized by the clean energy, so as long as the little black cat can get a ray of clean energy, it can neutralize the evil spirits, and it is expected to be promoted to the fairy class.But the nightmare is a demon, and the source of the demon's power is evil spirit. It is impossible to actively seek to neutralize it, let alone collide with someone of Fang Yanchu's level.

"It's so ruthless." Mengyan clutched her skin from the gate of life, where Fang Yanchu's hand had already made a deep handprint, and strands of evil spirit overflowed from the wound.That wasn't an injury caused by brute force, it was a wound caused by Mengmai being corroded by Fang Yanchu's fresh energy.

Shivering in the cold wind, Mengyan remembered the torture in Lingyun Palace again.Yes, it was a torture for Nightmare, Fang Yanchu used the fresh air on his body to devour his strength bit by bit, not only that, but also allowed him to fully feel the pace of his being devoured.

"Is there anything else you didn't say?" Fang Yanchu asked while pressing the gate of Mengmai's life.

He looked down at Mengbai from a high position, pressed down on Mengbai's shoulder with one hand, and firmly pressed his thumb on Mengbai's neck.Nightmare could even feel the pulsation of her own blood vessels, as if jumping on Fang Yanchu's fingers.

He's gonna kill me, he's gonna kill me...

During the disaster of the underworld fire, he once took a look at the army under the saint's seat from a distance, and the blade was stained with blood, and ended a battle in a devastating manner.The eyes that passed through the dream world of the Nightmare Clan's talent were shockingly cruel and vicious.

Nightmare's pupils constricted.Gradually, I felt as if I had given my breath to the person in front of me. Finally, under Fang Yanchu's eyes, Mengyan gradually lowered her head, took out another thing from her arms, and held it forward under pressure: "Shang—— "

Before he could speak, he vomited a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with nearly black blood clots.The banning spell when he and Penglai established cooperation finally took effect, as if the blade swept through the internal organs, the internal organs were smashed into pieces, and were spit out with uncontrollable vomiting movements.

"Brother Fang—"

"Mr. Longyou—"

Two voices sounded at the same time, Kong Qu and Zhiqing stood up abruptly, almost instinctively wanting to stand in front of Fang Yanchu.

"No need." Fang Yanchu raised his hand to stop the two of them, watched Mengmeng vomit blood, did not continue until Mengmeng felt as if he was about to vomit all the blood in his body, and then ordered in a cold voice: "—I'm hanging Your life is saved, you can continue."

"Hanging? When did it happen?" At that time, the nightmare was already dizzy from the Penglai Suppression Curse, and he couldn't remember when and what Fang Yanchu did to him.It wasn't until the numbness caused by vomiting subsided that he remembered that Fang Yanchu had cast a curse on him when he first entered the room.

Could it be that he knew what had happened at that time?

Is the power of a saint so terrifying?

Or is it only this person who is so scary?

Before he had time to think, he raised the cloth in his hand forward: "This, this is, ahem, Penglai and I—" He didn't dare to mention Shang Fuliang's name again, and the pain of being crushed internal organs still made him uneasy. The place of residence convulsed, "The contract made, I, I will help them and lead you to Penglai. They—he—they helped me reorganize the ethnic group—"

The three people present were all familiar with that piece of cloth, it was a silk cloth specially produced in Penglai, and it had a beautiful name, Yunsi.It is said that the immortals of Penglai plucked the clouds from the sky and spun silk, which was completely hand-arranged line by line, and the output was very small.In addition to supplying internal use positions in Penglai, only ten meters of cloud silk will be produced each year for circulation.Yunsi is almost completely monopolized by the sect, and only places like Lingyun Temple, Lanruo Temple and Daomen can have things made of cloud silk.

The most important point is that cloud silk can identify evil spirits. If it is not preserved properly, it will dissolve as soon as it encounters evil spirits, turning into a wisp of cloud and smoke before returning to Penglai.

Yunsi, which was safe and sound in the hands of Nightmare, obviously has undergone special treatment, and the special treatment method is also simple, that is, three drops of the blood of the three immortals are melted into the rootless water, and the cloud silk is soaked for three days. The cloud silk processed in this way is tough and reliable, even the strongest evil spirit cannot be dissolved.

But besides Penglai, where else are there immortals?

Fang Yanchu took the cloud silk, there was no words on the blank space above the cloud silk, only a strand of gold thread pulled out a small piece of thread from the cloud silk.Kong Qu looked at the blank space on the cloud silk seriously, his eyes could not help being attracted by the golden thread, and he raised his hand wanting to draw it.

With a "snap", Kong Qu withdrew his hand in pain, flinched when he saw Fang Yanchu's eyes, and argued in a low voice, "I didn't mean it either..."

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and when the nightmare realized that Kong Qu had already been slapped, he quickly explained: "Golden thread, ahem, the golden thread cannot be drawn."

"I know..." Kong Qu scratched his head, "This is a magic technique."

To be precise, this spell was researched by Lord Cantian back then, because the things sent to Fang Yanchu were always intercepted by Xuantian Lord and Kong Qu, and they couldn't take it anymore, so they developed a magic to prevent theft, called gold. line method.Away is as simple as incorporating a gold thread on the wrapping paper of all objects, and applying a less powerful spell to the gold thread to attract attention.Once the golden thread is pulled out, it will trigger the teleportation spell attached to the item, and the item will be automatically transferred to the sender.

This anti-theft spell was very popular for a time, but it was too troublesome to mix gold thread into the package, and soon no one did it anymore, and in the end only Mr. Shentian was left to use this method foolishly.

The technique is simple, but it is more effective in its brutality. If Fang Yanchu hadn't been watching Kong Qu, I'm afraid he would have been hit.

This is the last lock that Shang Fuliang buckled for the deal between him and Nightmare. Once it is broken, Shang Fuliang will be vigilant.

Fang Yanchu squinted at Kong Qu's dishonest hand, grabbed Mengmeng's hand and drew a line on Mengmeng himself, then pressed the piece of cloud silk onto the wound, and took it off after Yunsi had sucked enough blood.

The blood-sucking Yunsi was dripping blood under the sunlight, and the place where the blood flowed showed white writing that was completely different from the blood.

Looking at those words, Fang Yanchu frowned more and more, and finally grabbed Yunsi in his hand, casually stuffed Mengyan into the confinement cage and threw it to Kong Qu, telling him: "Let Mengmai lead the way and take you to find Penglai. "

"Hey hey hey!" Kong Qu hurriedly took the nightmare, seeing Fang Yanchu's whereabouts and hurriedly asked, "What are we going to Penglai for?"

"Go to Shang Fuliang, and get the mirror of the world from him no matter what. Remember, there is only the mirror of the world, and don't touch the others."

Zhiqing said: "Then I—"

"Listen to me." Fang Yanchu took a deep look at Zhiqing, "I will help you get the Eternal Light back, but not now. You must help Kong Qu get the World Mirror, if there is no World Mirror, the Eternal Light will not be able to get back .”

Fang Yanchu's eyes seemed to have weight, which weighed on Zhiqing's eyes as well as his heart.He has believed in Fang Yanchu for nearly 1 years, so why not believe it again.

Nodding affirmatively, Zhiqing gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll get the mirror of the world, what about you?"

"Me?" Fang Yanchu smiled and waved his hand, "I have an appointment with someone."