Chapter 159: Spiritual Magic

The two true demons retreated from the Sichuan Gang headquarters in a panic, leaving a group of people watching them.

Their martial arts skills were really amazing. They flew as fast as they could, carrying the conspicuous vermilion coffin on their backs, and disappeared in a short while.

Many members of the Sichuan Gang were excited and looked back at the man in white in the five-story building.

Although life in Bashu is comfortable, how can a gangster without some foresight?

After seeing the wind clearly, everyone was shocked and amazed.

The day before yesterday, when the old monster from the Demon Sect retreated in the Martial Arts Hall, only the core elders were by his side. They had only heard about it, but now they witnessed the real demon retreating. They felt relieved and satisfied, but also found it incredible.

The Champion Coffin Palace involves many people who are obsessed with martial arts, and there are too many rumors.

But no matter where I heard it, I never knew that the number one force in the Demon Sect was so easy to talk to.

Many people were secretly shocked. They recalled the attitude of these two people when they first appeared. They did not take the Bashu forces seriously at all.

The illusion that "real devils are easy to talk to" exists only because there is such a person in the Sichuan Gang.

A terrifying character that could scare even the coffin palace.

The look in everyone's eyes when they looked up at the top of the stronghold had completely changed. Even though Zhou Yi's expression was no different from when he first came to the Sichuan Gang, it now made these Sichuan men fill in a lot of information in their brains.

The Wulin Judge is famous in Bashu and is very powerful. Some time ago, people from the Coffin Palace went to Duzun Castle. When the True Demon saw him, he still raised his neck and sneered and scolded him.

But the man in front of them only said one word, and the real demons were so scared that they ran away carrying their coffins.

Jie Hui has been the dominant force for many years, and the people in Shu County have always been in awe of him. Even though Gang Leader Fan supports Jiang Huai, people don't object outwardly, but they are always worried in their hearts.

But now, by comparison, the traditional impression that "Xie Hui is too powerful" has been completely shattered.

The Judge of Wulin can only judge the Bashu Wulin.

If he leaves this comfortable place, his face will be in jeopardy, and tying up the Heavenly Sword will be almost the same.

After a while of silence, there was constant discussion in the Sichuan Gang headquarters, which was even more lively than when they usually gathered together to drink tea and wine.

The elders heard the discussions related to the Grand Commander and did not stop them at all.

The entire Sichuan Gang, from top to bottom, is rapidly moving towards Jianghuai.

No one would think that Boss Fan would stick to one path until the end, as this path is very clear.

On the fifth-floor tower, Gang Leader Fan withdrew his gaze from afar.

He exhaled, suppressed his confused and surprised mood, and spoke in a more respectful voice.

First he said thank you, then he asked:

"Grand Commander, will the Zhou elder of the Coffin Palace come in person?"

"I ruined his plan, so it's no surprise he's here. But the Coffin Palace's main target isn't the Sichuan Gang. The one who should be more worried about this is Du Zun Fort. These two are here just to get you to practice the Coffin Palace secret technique."

Fan Zhuo's face was gloomy, and he heard the humorous voice:

"Boss Fan is fascinated by Boss Qiu's experience. Even if Old Zhou were to come after you, it wouldn't be that bad."

The Gun Master put on a bitter face and said, "Grand Commander, please don't make fun of me. I am just a Mr. Fan who likes dragons, but I don't have the ambition of Gang Leader Qiu."

"Don't worry, Boss Fan. If Old Zhou comes, I will deal with him myself."

His voice was calm but full of confidence, and he exuded an invisible aura while being calm and composed. Hou Xibai beside him could not help but praise him:

"Calling him the foremost of the younger generation is no longer appropriate for the Grand Commander. He should be mentioned alongside the top figures of the older generation."

Fan Caiqi also agreed: "Indeed, the Grand Commander should give young people a chance."

Fan Zhuo glared at his daughter, and Zhou Yi chuckled.

Shi Qingxuan, who was next to Fan Caiqi, didn't say anything, but looked slowly in the direction where the real demon left.

Fan Zhuo slapped his head and remembered something: "Grand Commander, there is the latest news from the Ba League."

"Did the Goddess of Tongtian save the person?"

"No."

Fan Zhuo didn't know whether to be happy or worried: "The four major tribes have added more living dead. Several relatives of Jiao Luofeng have passed away, and the rest are hanging on for life, with no more than ten days to go. Two elders of the Yao tribe have died, which shows that the goddess is helpless."

"Sina is the leader of the Yao tribe. If Shenlao's mediumship ability is effective, it will definitely favor the two elders. After all, they are old friends."

Fan Zhuo just relayed the news and did not persuade Zhou Yi to go.

The matter of the Ba League was very strange, and he didn't know whether Zhou Yi's Yin-Yang magic would work.

Zhou Yi fell into deep thought after hearing this, which further confirmed Fan Zhuo's guess.

"If the Ba League comes looking for us, the Grand Commander can still refuse to see us. If not, I, Fan, can also find a way to refuse."

"That's not necessary. Are they in the city?"

"There are garrisons within the city, but the ancient villages of the four major tribes are outside the city, not too far from the Dashi Temple."

"Dashi Temple."

Zhou Yi recited it and remembered that the abbot of Dashi Temple was also a great and holy monk, with the same name as the evil king's alias.

Fan Zhuo casually interjected, "I heard that the mortal enemy of the abbot of this temple has returned, frightening all the monks and causing them to flee, leaving only an empty temple."

The host's mortal enemy is none other than Xi Ying, the Heavenly Lord, one of the eight great masters of the Demon Sect.

His Purple Qi Tianluo Dacheng has returned from the Western Regions?

Zhou Yi had not heard any news about Xi Ying, so he was a little surprised by the changes in Dashi Temple.

"When did this happen?"

"About a month ago."

Fan Zhuo said with a hint of helplessness, "The Evil Emperor Temple incident had just broken out, and Dashi Temple hadn't paid much attention to it. I had some connections with several old monks in the temple, but now I don't know where they are."

Zhou Yi didn't pay too much attention. He just asked Boss Fan to pay attention and didn't ask any more questions.

After leaving the village building, we returned to our residence.

The Sichuan Gang members were still chatting about what they had seen and heard today, but Zhou Yi didn't care at all.

This indifference is not fake, and in his eyes, the real devil is not a threat.

"Brother Zhou, you practice here. I'll go find out where the people from the Coffin Palace have gone."

"Brother Hou, please be careful."

Hou Xibai turned and left. Fan Caiqi chased after him and heard her voice from afar:

"I'm going with you. Don't think I don't know that you're going to have some fun at Sanhualou."

Zhou Yi looked at their backs and was about to look away.

The blue-dressed girl at the side suddenly spoke up: "The people from the Xieji Sect seem to be very afraid of you."

"They suffered a lot at my hands. My true energy has some control over the evil spirits, so they have this attitude."

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he found that she was looking at him with her black and bright eyes like gemstones.

Because of Lu Miaozi's relationship, Shi Qingxuan had heard about Xiang Yutian, and had a deep understanding of the secrets of the demon in the heart of Taoism, the evil emperor's relics, and the evil emperor's followers.

"Why, what's wrong?"

Shi Qingxuan said calmly, "The Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Technique is the supreme technique of the Demon Sect, even superior to the Heavenly Demon Technique of the Yin Gui Sect. I remember Mr. Lu once said about the previous Evil Emperor. Even if his disciples practiced the technique incorrectly, it would be impossible for them to be restrained by other true qi."

"My mother practiced the Cihang Sword Canon, one of the Four Great Classical Books, and devoted herself to studying that man's Immortal Seal, but was unable to break it. Given Mr. Lu's admiration for the previous Evil Emperor, I can't imagine any true qi that could break the evil spirit of the Evil Extreme Sect."

Zhou Yi said nonchalantly, "Of course it's Taiping Hongbao."

“That’s not right either.”

Her voice was clear, and her thoughts were even clearer:

"There's no Great Treasure in the Four Great Books. Mr. Lu is a friend of the Evil Emperor. He lived during the Eastern Jin Dynasty. I've heard of the Heavenly Master Sun En. If there was a Great Treasure, the Evil Emperor would have told Mr. Lu. If Mr. Lu didn't mention it, then there isn't one."

Shi Qingxuan smiled slightly: "The Grand Commander has so many secrets, no wonder he always deceives people."

She knew a lot of inside information, and with her intelligence and carefulness, she was able to notice the subtle details.

"Miss Shi really wants to know my secret?"

"No, I just feel that the world-famous Grand Admiral seems to have his own setbacks. This is a curious process, but prying into someone's secrets is not something I want to do. Just pretend I didn't ask."

She sat on the edge of the well under the ginkgo tree, and her hazy figure reflected in the well water added a charm that was rare in this world.

"Miss Shi loves music?"

"Um."

"So, when you see some beautiful old music scores, have you ever been inspired to create a new piece?"

Shi Qingxuan looked at the young man in front of her with a leisurely look and instantly understood what he meant.

She pursed her lips and smiled: "No wonder the Marquis said that the Grand Commander has more affection. Qingxuan now understands that this affection is the affection of 'talent'."

Zhou Yi didn't respond to her and changed the subject:

"Now that you understand the value of my treasure, are you interested in practicing this skill?"

Shi Qingxuan still shook her head: "Grand Commander, there is no need to mention the Sun-Changing Method again. Qingxuan will forget it very quickly."

Seeing Zhou Yi tilting his head in frustration, the girl couldn't help but smile.

This extremely domineering commander-in-chief is actually quite interesting.

"You're looking for the fake relic, but for the Du Zun Castle?"

Zhou Yi regained his composure after hearing this and said, "Maybe it can be useful."

"It's not easy for you to convince the Duzun Fort, but in Bashu, the words of the Fort Lord Jie are the most effective. I'll go find him for you."

"Where can I find it?"

"We need to go to Dashiji Temple first."

She said with a hint of reminiscence:

"My mother was exhausted and knew she didn't have much time left, so she took me to Dashi Temple. After her death, my body was cremated and the ashes were sent to Cihang Jingzhai. The abbot of Fanzhai wanted to take me to Jingzhai to raise me, but I refused. Later, I lived in Dashi Temple for two years and then moved to Xiaogu. Some of my things are still in the Qingzhu Zen Room on the mountain behind Dashi Temple."

"I remember my mother mentioned topaz. I think she took it to Dashi Temple."

She continued:

"Mr. Lu said that the Evil Emperor's relic is a mysterious yellow crystal. Since the first Evil Emperor, every Evil Emperor, upon knowing their end was near, would use a secret method to condense their life's energy into essence and infuse it into the crystal, hoping that whoever inherited the stone would be able to use the essence for themselves, thus allowing each generation of Evil Emperors to dominate the martial arts world."

The essence in the evil emperor's relics can increase lifespan, and Xiang Yutian lived for two hundred years thanks to it.

Taoism emphasizes refining essence into qi, but the evil emperor's relics seem to be the opposite.

Use Qi to transform into essence, and transform all your life's skills into essence.

Zhou Yi was somewhat curious about this process. What warriors train is their essence, energy and spirit. Rebelling against the three treasures is the ultimate way.

How does true Qi become rebellious?

As he thought about this, a question suddenly occurred to him: "Miss Shi, do you know the origin of this yellow crystal?"

"Um"

The girl murmured, "I remember it seemed to be related to the Evil Emperor Temple. My mother is quite familiar with this matter. There is also a Taoist elder who knows about this matter, Yuan Tiangang from Bashu."

"Strange, how can this matter involve Fellow Daoist Yuan?"

"Then I don't know."

Shi Qingxuan turned to look at him, "However, I heard from Mr. Lu that the previous Evil Emperor stayed in the Evil Emperor Temple for a period of time. I went to investigate and got some things."

"Martial arts secret manual?"

"No, it's the Mohist mechanical technique."

As if guessing that he was not interested in mechanical engineering, Shi Qingxuan did not continue.

Zhou Yi became more interested in the Evil Emperor Temple, as it seemed that there was a lot of information he didn't know.

"Dashi Temple is very dangerous. Don't go there alone. Let me practice for a few days, and then we can go together."

Shi Qingxuan naturally had no objection, but reminded:

"Your fake relic may not exist, so don't expect too much."

Zhou Yi smiled slightly, feeling that this thing must exist.

In the next few days, he transformed himself into an ascetic.

Although he did not practice the Immortal Seal and the Sun-Changing Technique, the martial arts essences described in them flowed in his heart like a trickle of water.

Plus Qiu Qianbo’s insights into martial arts gained from his travels throughout Kyushu.

All kinds of inspirations lingered in his mind. If he had not been busy with various matters in Bashu, he would probably have to stay in seclusion for a while.

Hou Xibai found out some information.

For example, Duzun Fort has been very lively recently. Masters from the Holy Land of Martial Arts have arrived, and Li Yuanji, a master of guns from the Li Clan, has entered the fort.

In addition, Emperor Li Gui of Liang, who occupied the Hexi region, and the Overlord of Western Qin each sent their experts here.

On the surface, Duzun Castle treats everyone equally and welcomes them very much.

They are now being targeted by the Demon Sect, so the more people who come to help, the better.

The Sichuan Gang is keeping an eye on the movements of the Coffin Palace.

The Ba League is still tormented by the affairs of gods and ghosts, and the three major forces of Bashu are almost playing their own games.

Seven days later in the afternoon, the Sichuan Gang, which had been quiet for a few days, welcomed a special guest.

"Boss Fan, sorry to bother you."

Inside the Sichuan Gang's headquarters, a beautiful Yao woman with a colorful ribbon and a high nose bridge was greeting Fan Zhuo.

Fan Zhuo guessed that the Ba Meng would send someone, and the more likely person would be Luo Feng, a leader of the Miao ethnic group, but he didn't expect it to be her.

It was none other than the leader of the Yao people, the beloved disciple of the goddess, Meijisina.

"The chief is here to see the Grand Commander."

According to Sina's usual personality, she should be full of enthusiasm and always smiling as if enjoying life. However, Fan Zhuo could see a solemn look on her face.

"Well, I came here because of your reputation."

The relationship between Nanyang Yiguanzhu and the Jianghuai Grand Commander-in-Chief is certainly no secret in the eyes of the three major forces in Bashu.

As soon as Fan Zhuo heard it, he knew what name she admired.

I felt a little funny.

At that time, the people of the Heyi Sect heard rumors that there was a Master Yi in Nanyang whose ability as a Yin-Yang medium was even greater than that of the Goddess of All-Seeing, but they were not convinced.

The goddess's psychic power is said to be able to communicate with the dead in the underworld.

This is a fame that has been accumulated over decades.

Do you, Master Yiguan, have this ability?

Being stepped on to get to the top in this way once aroused the anger of the Heyi Sect, but Tongtian Shenlao was a senior master after all, and rarely asked about the affairs of the martial arts world, so the people of the Heyi Sect did not have the courage to go to Nanyang to find out the truth.

Who would have thought

The future leader of the Heyi Sect actually came here to invite the mortal enemy of the Yin and Yang world.

This is so ironic.

Fan Zhuo also guessed that the crisis of the Ba League was imminent.

Thoughts raced through his mind, and he extended his hand to lead the way: "Please~!"

Sina stopped her Yao companions who were following her, and went to the secluded building behind the Sichuan Gang headquarters with Fan Zhuo.

Soon, the Yao leader met the man who had caused endless controversy in their Ba League.

Zhou Yi was more friendly towards the Ba Meng and took the initiative to come forward.

"Sina meets the Grand Commander."

She bowed with both hands, and Zhou Yi responded with a bow before asking directly, "Why are you here, Chief?"

Seeing him like this, Sina neither said anything nor tried to hide anything:

"Several important figures in our Ba League are caught between life and death. I implore the Grand Commander to take action."

After saying this, I had already thought of what to say.

If we talk about the struggle for supremacy in Jianghuai, we should show some of the sincerity agreed upon by the Ba League.

But this mental calculation was in vain, and Zhou Yi didn't mention it at all.

"I've heard that the Goddess has spiritual powers. I don't think I can match her in communicating with ghosts and gods. Even the Goddess can't wake people up. I'm afraid I can't help."

Sina looked solemn and immediately replied:

"No matter whether the Grand Commander can save people or not, the Ba League will never forget our gratitude!"

Although the four alien races are xenophobic, they are very trustworthy. Fan Zhuo was about to signal Zhou Yi, but Zhou Yi agreed without hesitation.

"When are you going?"

Sina was anxious and inevitably a little rude: "Is it convenient now?"

"It's convenient. Please wait in the gang for a moment."

Seeing Zhou Yi turn around and go back to the house, the beautiful Yao leader returned to where her people were waiting.

Those tribesmen didn't expect her to come back so soon.

An old man in Yao ethnic clothing asked, "What's going on?"

"He was very straightforward. He didn't negotiate with me. He just said a few words and agreed to go to the ancient village outside the city immediately."

After hearing this, the people of Bameng developed a favorable impression.

Some people also murmured: "Just because you agree so readily doesn't mean you can save people."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people of the four tribes of the Ba League began to discuss in a low voice, but it was Sina who interrupted them.

If there is a chance, give it a try.

"Do you really want to communicate with Yin and Yang?"

Shi Qingxuan whispered, "Are those psychic legends true?"

“Some are true, some are false.”

"I'll go with you. When we come back, we can go to Dashi Temple."

"Actually, you're curious and want to see how I save the living dead."

"No way?"

Shi Qingxuan denied it and said with a smile: "Girls are most afraid of those supernatural things. I am the same. I just stopped by Dashi Temple."

Are you afraid of ghosts, so why do you live alone in a secluded cottage in the woods where few people go?

Seeing that she looked like she was ready to be exposed, Zhou Yi was too lazy to say anything more.

"Among the four leaders of the Ba League, there's a burly, bad-tempered old man named Chuan Mouxun. If he asks you where you're from, just say you're from Wolong Mountain in Nanyang."

"Why?"

"He is a wind general of the Yi ethnic group. His ancestors are related to Meng Huo of Shu. He worships Wu Hou, who is none other than Mr. Wolong."

At this point, she covered her mouth and smiled: "However, you are a Wolong Grand Commander, he may not like it."

There is such a connection.

"Miss Shi is quite considerate. This is for you."

Zhou Yi handed her a dining set, and Shi Qingxuan held a Bagua mirror and a peach wood sword.

These were all purchased by Hou Xibai.

"This is.?"

Zhou Yi said calmly, "If I can't save him, I'll just go out and do something black. It won't be a wasted trip."

…

It was already 3 p.m. when the Sichuan Gang left. After leaving Chengdu and heading south, it was getting dark when they arrived at the ancient village of Bameng.

Along the way, Sina expressed her apologies several times.

We should have waited until the next night before inviting Zhou Yi. It would be too rude to invite him now.

Zhou Yi was just about to ask the people from the Ba League to come over, so he thought the time was just right.

I hear the sound of springs nearby and birds singing in the distance.

I couldn't help but look around and saw a Miao village with thousands of households and wooden buildings stacked up against the mountain. Their silhouettes became more and more solemn in the twilight.

“Ding—ding—”

Below the ancient village of Bameng, there are several silversmith workshops with the sound of hammering constantly.

Looking further up, smoke from the village rises one after another, wrapped in the evening breeze, curling and lingering between the stilt houses.

This alien scenery, different from the ones in the city, made Zhou Yi feel fresh and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Grand Commander, this way please~!"

A row of lights suddenly lit up on the mountain road leading to the top of the village.

Sina sent someone to report the news early.

At this time, both sides of the mountain road were full of people, and everyone was holding a torch.

This is the enthusiasm of the Bameng people and also their custom, hoping to burn away plague and disease and seek peace.

Those holding torches were all men from the four tribes of the Ba League who understood the inner true energy.

If you don't have some skills, who would dare to break into the Bameng stronghold when it's almost dark?

There was a lot of commotion on the mountain road. People from the many stilt houses around leaned their heads out to look to see which important figure from the Ba League had arrived.

Zhou Yi looked calm as he climbed the mountain with Sina who was leading the way.

In front of the rows of uneven stilt houses, Zhou Yi saw several familiar faces at first glance.

"Grand Commander!"

Wu Sansi, Xi Jie and Fan Shaoming, the three heroes of the Yellow River, stood at the front and briefly stopped Sina's team.

The people from the Yellow River Gang came to look for their leader, so they stayed in the ancient village.

Finally the real owner arrived.

Aren’t you from the Li family? Zhou Yi was puzzled by their attitude.

Wu Sansi said:

"The Grand Commander left in a hurry that day, and we were lucky enough to survive, but we didn't even have the chance to say thank you."

Zhou Yi waved his hand: "No need, it's just a piece of cake."

The three heroes of the Yellow River looked ashamed, did not answer, and made way for them.

Behind them, an old man holding a jar of wine came out and bowed down as soon as he walked out.

Zhou Yi flashed and supported Hu Xiuhuai.

"Why do you have to do this, bro?"

Hu Xiuhuai felt deeply guilty and said, "Last time, it was because I was blind and didn't recognize the Grand Commander's identity. This time, even if it's rude, I must make it clear that I, Shili Kuang, am definitely not an ungrateful person."

"Since we set foot in Bashu, we have not done anything to offend the Grand Commander."

When Zhou Yi heard this, his expression changed slightly.

"Didn't Gang Leader Tao give instructions?"

"Mr. Peng has been deceived. We have already agreed to go back and help him explain things clearly."

Zhou Yi was silent for a moment, and Hu Xiuhuai suddenly asked, "Grand Commander, would you like to drink another bowl of wine from me?"

"What kind of wine?"

"It's this Xingyang Tukuchun." Hu Xiuhuai patted the wine jar and looked at Zhou Yi with a very complicated look, eager to redeem his own chivalry from him.

"What cup?"

Hearing this, Hu Xiuhuai's eyes lit up: "Of course it's a white porcelain cup!"

"The whiteness of the porcelain cup is enhanced by the frost, and the clear light shines through the night, imitating the translucence of the wine. Old Hu, I have not forgotten what my friend said!"

Zhou Yi smiled heartily: "Brother Hu, please take one."

Shili Kuang was very happy and poured a glass of wine for Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi drank it all in one gulp and showed him the empty cup:

"I used to be in Fule, now I am in Bashu. The mountains and rivers have changed, but the people remain the same. The wine still tastes like that of Dapengju."

Hu Xiuhuai laughed loudly. The living dead of the Ba League were still lying there, but he was already alive.

For the people of the wine country, just this one cup is enough to make them feel liberated.

But Hu Xiuhuai poured another cup and said loudly:

"I've heard there's an evil spirit in Bashu. This cup doesn't dwell on the past, but simply boosts my courage. I pray that the Grand Commander's sword will destroy all the evil spirits."

"good."

Zhou Yi was pleased with this good luck and drank another glass.

The three heroes of the Yellow River were delighted to see this, as their past grudges were finally resolved.

Staring at the young man in white in front of them, the three heroes breathed a sigh of relief for no reason. For a long time, they felt like there was a huge stone pressing on their chest, and now they finally felt relieved.

Zhou Yi caught up with Sina.

Shi Qingxuan looked at Zhou Yi, then turned back to look at Shili Kuang. The old man suddenly picked up the jar of wine and drank it by himself, looking very heroic.

I don’t know what kind of story there is between them.

As she was thinking, she had fallen two steps behind, and then she quickly caught up.

A group of people came to greet us at the gate of the big village ahead.

But these people had different expressions, and not everyone welcomed Zhou Yi's arrival.

Although Monkey King Feng Zhen is a Qiang, his dress is no different from that of an ordinary martial artist.

He looks a few years older than Fan Zhuo, with a longer beard and a high hairline, and looks a bit like a monkey.

"Sina was so reckless as to ask the Grand Admiral to come here overnight," Feng Zhen said at first with a guilty look on his face, then hurriedly said, "I hope the Grand Admiral won't blame me. It's really because the seven elders of the Ba League are in danger, and some of them may have a hard time tonight."

Sina was startled: "Why is there another person?"

At this time, a burly old man with a stern face said, "It's Laomu from my tribe."

"When did it happen?"

"Just in the evening, he suddenly fainted."

Zhou Yi frowned and looked around, which caught Feng Zhen's attention.

"Alliance Leader Feng, since the situation is urgent, please take me there first."

"good."

Zhou Yi was invited into a wooden building filled with the scent of herbs. The building was extremely spacious, and was lit with copper lamps of varying brightness. The flames were as small as beans, floating on the lamp oil.

In the center, there is a white-haired old woman holding a whisk.

She had a knobby nose, and her head, neck, hands, waist, and feet were adorned with all kinds of gems and jade, but her face was thin and cold, which did not match these precious stones at all.

With her sharp, curved fingertips, she looked like a female zombie resurrected from a coffin.

The old woman was fiddling with a person in front of her, not knowing whether that person was dead or alive.

Suddenly he turned around and stared at Zhou Yi.

She put the man's arm down and asked sinisterly:

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she exuded a wonderful spiritual power, and everyone around her fell silent.

Zhou Yi replied calmly, "Wolong Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple."

"Oh, I've long heard of your name. Are you Master Yi from Nanyang?"

"It's just a little reputation, not worth the Goddess's attention."

The Bashu Unification faction, like the Yao people, has certain connections with the Western Turks, so they support the Li family more.

If three elders of the Yao tribe were not in imminent danger, Sina would never have gone to the Sichuan Gang to ask for help.

Not only is Tongtian Shenlao proficient in mediumship, her skills are even better than that of Fengmengzhu. It was naturally difficult for her to accept when she saw that the person who was as famous as herself in the martial arts world was such a young boy.

She scratched the arm of the man in front of her with her nails and looked at Zhou Yi:

"Martial artists in Jianghu practice their skills to cultivate the three treasures of human nature. The power of a psychic lies in the spirit. When the spirit is extremely strong, it is enough to peek beyond the void. At your age, it is probably difficult to cultivate great spiritual power."

Zhou Yi smiled slightly: "Did the Goddess wake him up?"

The coldness on Tongtian Shenlao's withered face grew even colder: "You come and try."

"Please move aside."

After hearing what Zhou Yi said, Shenlao was not angry at all, but just smiled sinisterly.

When she stood up, all the lights in the room flickered.

The flame of each candle seemed to grow an inch taller.

It gives people the illusion that the lights have spirituality and are sitting with the goddess.

This scene is really weird.

Even if Zhou Yi had not fought with Shanmu, he would have been shocked by this spiritual method. But now it seems just commonplace.

The people from the four major clans of the Ba League saw Zhou Yi again, and when he sat next to the "corpse" man.

The lights held up by the Goddess of Heaven collectively became half an inch shorter.

What's even more strange is that the lights of the seven soul-calling lamps around the dead person have become brighter.

One positive and one negative, this young man's ability to control the subtleties is even better than that of Tongtian Shenmu!

There was a glimmer of hope in the eyes of Luo Feng, the elder Miao man.

Tongtian Shenlao showed a strange look for the first time.

She stared at Zhou Yi intently, and saw him trying to probe the acupuncture point, pressing on the Danzhong acupoint with great purpose.

The most yang acupoint, the top of the sky.

No, none of them!

Zhou Yi concentrated his mind and checked his pulse. Although the man in front of him, who was about thirty years old, had weak energy and blood circulation, he was still alive.

It seems that it would be a troublesome task to explore the secrets one by one.

"Which tribe is he from?"

Behind the leader, a burly old man came out: "He is my descendant of the Yi people."

This old man was none other than the Yi leader Feng Jiang Chuan Mouxun.

As he spoke, he looked at the Seven Star Lamp beside Zhou Yi, and couldn't help but think of Wu Hou extending his life at Wuzhangyuan.

Thinking that Zhou Yi also came from Wolong Mountain, this xenophobic and irritable old man softened his tone a little:

"He is already on the verge of death, so please do as you please."

Zhou Yi nodded and unbuttoned the clothes on his chest.

Yan Chongxian once said that the deceased's heart was rotten and had honeycomb holes, as if it had been eaten by insects.

The heart meridian should be the source.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the Yi man's heart.

His heart was still beating and he felt normal, but when Zhou Yi slowly injected his true energy into the acupoints and veins around his meridians, he suddenly made a miraculous discovery!

Near this person's heart meridian, there were extremely subtle streams of true energy passing through, like a fishing net wrapping up the entire heart meridian.

Following the clues, I found Dantian Huangting.

It turns out that this true energy absorbs true essence in the Huangting and lasts for a long time.

This method is extremely evil and poisonous. If you want to keep him alive, you have to continuously input true energy. I am afraid that if this continues, the masters of the Ba League will become weaker and weaker in order to save people.

Weak people are easily harmed, which gives people the feeling that a plague is spreading.

The strange thing about this method is that its true energy is not only subtle, but also similar to the spiritual secret method of the Great Ming Sect.

It is a substantial spiritual power package. Even the Goddess can only detect mental abnormalities but has no way of determining the true energy.

Zhou Yi suddenly realized that he not only found a way to understand, but also found a way to explore the spiritual essence.

The room was silent for a while. Seeing that Zhou Yi did not move, everyone shook their heads secretly.

The hope in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Suddenly, the lights in the spacious house flickered collectively.

The people of the four major tribes of the Ba League immediately showed strange expressions, and then everyone's heart beat uncontrollably like those lights.

That was the aftermath of the collision of two powerful mental forces!

Zhou Yi changed the sky and struck the earth, knocking down the spiritual essence on the Dao Heart Net, just like defeating the Xiaoyao Chai of the Good Mother. In an instant, the perfect combination of the primordial spirit and the primordial energy was cut off.

It was like countless taut fishing lines broke at the same time!

To others, that kind of spiritual shock sounded like chains from the underworld being broken.

It gives people a wrong feeling, as if the souls of the Yi descendants are breaking away from the soul chains in the underworld, and these soul chains were pulled apart by the young man in white.

Tongtian Shenlao's mental power is sharper than that of the people around her, and her face has changed drastically at this time.

The moment the Yi descendant's heart network was broken, he gained freedom and opened his mouth to take a deep breath of the cold night air, but his body at this moment could not withstand the cold.

Everyone saw Zhou Yi stretch out his hand and grab, and under the fluctuation of space, it was simply a magical skill. The light on the Seven Star Lamp was contained in his palm and gathered together as the space contracted.

Following the changes in the hand seals, press out using the Taoist Tiangang Seal method.

The Seven Star Lamp went out on the Yi descendant, and the heat entered his body, instantly offsetting the cold.

Under the impact of this heat, the man who had closed his eyes for nearly half a month suddenly opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him blankly.

The Seven Stars extend his life, the Yin and Yang fight, he is back, he is back from the gates of hell

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(End of this chapter)