Yan Yijiu feels that he is lucky.

When he was young, he suffered from drought and his family was broken up. He followed the refugees and migrated hundreds of miles south. He was eventually rescued by a doctor who taught him basic medical skills.

Although some mistakes happened later and the doctor's entire family was accidentally killed.

But fortunately, he met Li Qinglin again, was taught martial arts classics, joined the Jiwu Yulongmen, and became the Silver Fish Master.

Now, he has even broken the control brought to him by the visualization of the gods in "Notes on the Taoist Palace's Divine Treasures". Although his realm and strength have greatly declined, he has broken the influence of Li Qinglin's magic on himself.

Given time, we may be able to make further progress.

The road ahead is bright! Leaving Jiwuyulongmen.

He walked out of the mansion, walked in the moonlight, put the long sword on the belt around his waist, and strode against the wind.

Look at the starry sky and the bright moon.

Yan Yijiu felt that the world had never been so vast.

The only regrettable thing is that the old monsters inside Jiwu Yulongmen have different attitudes towards Li Qinglin, each holding their own opinions, and are unwilling to provoke such a person easily.

Yan Yijiu's attitude towards Li Qinglin, who was once high and mighty and visualized gods for him, was extremely complicated.

Awe, fear, regret...

An idea even gradually sprouted in his heart.

If one day, Li Qinglin no longer existed, then no one would know about his messy past, and he would be able to be reborn in the true sense! If Li Qinglin could die, that would be great...

"Just wait and see. Our ancestor Qu Wangliang will soon become a master of his magic. All those who disobey our Yulong Sect will bow down to us! By then, even a mere Li Qinglin won't be a threat."

Before leaving Yulongmen, the words of Taoist Lilong were still vivid in my mind.

Yan Yijiu's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

He had also heard something about Qu Wangliang. Before, he even thought it was a rumor, a weird story deliberately made up by Yulongmen to add to its background.

After all, if it is true, Qu Wangliang is a person of the same era as Wu Yong, the ancestor of martial arts, and they have lived for at least 600 years! If an old man does not die, he is a demon.

Even those who have established their foundation can only live for more than three hundred years!

You are a martial artist, but your life span is longer than that of a cultivator?! But recalling the determined expressions of Taoist Lilong and other martial arts masters, Yan Yijiu could only choose to be half-believing and half-doubting.

Return to the courtyard and walk into the practice room.

Inside the room, there was a statue of a god hanging opposite the door, and it looked somewhat similar to Li Qinglin.

The statue held a lamp in its heart, and Yan Yijiu had a vague feeling that the flame of the lamp seemed alive, spying on him.

In the past, in order to practice Hidden God Jue, he asked someone to copy this picture according to the image he had visualized in his mind.

But now, of course, it is no longer necessary.

He called the servants and removed all traces of the Hidden God Note in the courtyard.

Including this statue, everything was burned.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and nodded with satisfaction.

Nightfall.

"Visualize the sun and the moon setting in the sky, refining and burning your essence into qi, lying down at night, with the sun on your forehead and the moon on your navel..."

Yan Yijiu sat cross-legged on the bed, reciting mantras silently. The martial arts he was practicing now was called "Concentrating on the Sun and the Moon", which was the most moderate and peaceful method, and was most suitable for him to resume the martial arts journey and explore his own path.

He restrained his distracting thoughts, gathered his consciousness, focused his attention on the space between his eyebrows, and watched the sun and moon glow in his mind's space between his eyebrows.

Outside the house, a ray of light like water came in through the window, splashed onto the windowsill, and formed a white spot.

The chirping of insects outside the wall, the suppressed breathing of people in the distance, the rustling of leaves on the streets outside the house...

Gradually, I didn't know whether it was Yan Yijiu's illusion.

In the sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows, there seemed to be waves surging, as if something was taking root in the ground and then sprouting again. An unknown will once again lifted up his eyebrows.

Yan Yijiu felt an extremely frightened feeling in his heart, and his whole body was restless and filled with fear.

She lay down next to his ear and recited at a moderate pace.

Yan Yijiu, who was sitting on the bed, was trembling. His eyelids were twitching, and he looked like he was about to wake up at any moment.

He had a feeling that something was watching him from outside the window.

There was a man, whose entire body was hidden in a black robe and whose face could not be seen, standing outside the yard, looking at him through the window.

Once this thought arose in his mind, it could not be stopped. That was Li Qinglin. He was haunting him and he was always staring at him! Boom!

There was an explosion in his sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows.

A visual deity that was somewhat similar to Li Qinglin left and came back, then fell into his mind again, standing with his hands behind his back with a cold smile on his face.

Impossible, impossible! Why is he still haunting us?! Dao Palace Hidden God? Why can’t his god be eliminated?! “No!!!”

Yan Yijiu screamed miserably.

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Four or five magical lights shot out, some of which were magical tools and some of which were talismans, causing the spiritual energy in the area for several miles to riot.

Ji Yu was covered in wounds and his face was pale. He turned around in a panic, and the 'Nine-Turn Evil Refining Talisman' in his hand instantly turned into dozens of cold lights, breaking through the void. The surging wind and waves seemed to form a narrow passage, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of the old Taoist Ji Ze.

The extremely cold murderous aura made the old Taoist Ji Ze feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

"Why does this boy have so many good treasures?!"

The old Taoist Ji Ze cursed inwardly and had to transform into a beam of light and retreat several miles. Then he coughed a few times and reappeared.

A green-robed monk was chasing after him. A poisonous centipede as thick as a baby's arm was still wriggling under his robe, extending its tentacles from time to time, emitting a faint fishy fragrance.

His face was also a little ugly. "This kid Ji Yu is worthy of being the posthumous son of Master Jing Yuan. His methods are endless. The three of us who have completed Qi training joined forces, but we still lost a fellow Taoist. We haven't caught him yet!"

Taoist Ji Ze took out a spirit stone and recovered his magic power a little before he said coldly, "Ming Xiang Du Weng, during the previous battles, you were slacking off in the back. What was your intention?"

Upon hearing this, Ming Xiang Du Weng laughed, touched the centipede head in his arms, and smiled complacently, "You thought I was afraid of fighting, but in fact, I'm giving this kid a strong medicine!"

"Look at my wonderful power-dispersing smoke, duh!"

I saw Ming Xiang Du Weng pointing at the void, and a centipede's hissing sound was heard.

In the distance, Ji Yuben's fleeing figure suddenly froze, and he fell to the ground with a thump.

He only felt that the magic power in his body was out of control, and his whole body seemed to be tied up by shackles, making it difficult for him to exert any strength. He could only watch the Taoist master Ji Ze and the other man approaching.

Wonderful Power Smoke? Damn it, if my realm is still there, why should I be afraid of this mere poison? ! "Reincarnate and take over another body to end the obsession of the original body. Could this be my calamity?"

Ji Yu showed an unwilling look.

Just in time,

A green light came like lightning, spinning with a piercing sound.

With a loud bang, the millstone-sized Hunyuan Pearl smashed heavily in front of Ming Xiang Du Weng's concubine.

The protective light shook rapidly and then cracked.

Ming Xiang Du Weng groaned, his vision went dark, and he fell back several steps on the spot, feeling as if his brain was about to be smashed out.

Ji Yu looked up in surprise and saw a familiar figure appear in front of him.

"Han, Han Fei, Fellow Daoist?"

Li Qinglin turned around and nodded to Ji Yu who was lying limp on the ground.

Ji Yuren was dumbfounded.

What happened? Logically speaking, shouldn't I have been the one to rescue Han Fei at the critical moment and put an end to that evil boy's obsession?

How come I was saved by Han Fei now? (End of this chapter)