"Ape eyes?"

"What is this?"

Zhang Fan looked puzzled. He finally knew what was behind the scenes, but he couldn't understand it.

Zhang Fan didn't understand, but Hu Kai understood it very clearly.

He looked at Zhao Yong excitedly and said, "Yongzi, is your cousin Zhao Yong the heir to Xuanmen designated by the old man back then?"

"That's right."

Zhao Yong nodded, looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Boss, I figured it out."

"It was actually the great terror in Zhao Feng's body that killed the Dragon King!"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the evil spirit that the demon dragon has accumulated over the years that awakened the seal in Zhao Feng's body."

“And that great terror plundered all the accumulation of the demon dragon over the years… Now, I’m afraid it’s a little out of control.”

"Great terror..." Zhang Fan looked thoughtful.

Hu Kai, however, kept grabbing Zhao Yong and wanted to get to the bottom of it:

"We have been looking for you for so many years, Yongzi, why did you hide this from everyone?"

"You clearly know that the seal in this boy's body is related to the direction of the entire human world! You are so irresponsible!"

"I am not responsible?" Zhao Yong frowned and looked at Hu Kaidao:

"Brother Hu Kai, you should trust me. I want to ask you a question now."

"Is the orthodoxy of Xuanmen in me or in the temple?"

"This... is... I was reckless..."

Hu Kai was speechless, and Wang Kai stepped forward to remind him: "Stop arguing, the two of you. The most urgent thing is to deal with the matter at hand first!"

"Yes, but in the current situation, unless we have the Xuanmen seal, we are no match at all." Hu Kai looked at Zhang Fan and said.

"Brother Hu, why are you looking at me again? Do you think I look like someone with the Xuanmen Palm Seal?"

Zhang Fan was a little confused. It was already this late and why was he still looking at it?

At this time, Zhao Yong said, "Boss, to be honest, the Xuanmen seal is indeed in your hands."

"Ah? In my hands?" Zhang Fan looked at Zhao Yong in surprise: "I don't even know it myself!"

Zhao Feng quickly explained: "Do you remember, when the new store opened that day, I gave you a tile, which is the seal of Xuanmen."

"Tiles... Tiles, I remember now!"

Zhang Fan came to his senses and realized that the tile on his desk was the legendary Xuanmen palm seal.

Wow...Zhao Yong is really generous.

I almost sold this thing.

It's really interesting. I didn't even know whether Xuanmen was a human or a ghost, but I got the seal of Xuanmen first.

"What should we do? Go back to South City to get it?"

"Is this the only way?"

While Zhang Fan and Zhao Yong were talking, the sound of crazy laughter was heard from the bottom of the river again.

“Hahahahahaha! Zhao Wangchuan! Zhao Wangchuan!”

Everyone looked at the bottom of the river again, and Zhao Feng's body had expanded several times.

At this time, Zhao Feng was exuding a terrifying evil aura all over his body.

He was seen slowly floating into the air, with black mist visible to the naked eye surrounding his body.

In the black fog, there were vaguely swarms of evil spirits fighting madly.

It is not difficult to see that the slightest bit of evil energy emanating from Zhao Feng is enough to feed a lot of little ghosts.

The strangest thing was that Zhao Feng's eerie and terrifying face had been completely split into two.

Two blood-moon-like eyes, with strange emotions constantly flowing out, half smiling, half crying.

Half crying, half laughing, the top of the devil!

“Hiss… Uh…”

Behind them, Wang Teng and Li Xiaohui couldn't bear the pressure and fell to the ground.

Zhao Yong and others glanced at it and didn't say much.

They knew that this was the mental pressure from Xingmou, which ordinary people could not withstand.

"this……"

Zhang Fan looked at it carefully for a long time. Although his brain felt disturbed, it did not affect anything.

However, even though I have learned so much from my employees, I don’t have any solution at this time.

He quickly activated the Eye of Samsara and locked his gaze on Zhao Feng.

However, Zhao Feng at this time was no longer the original Zhao Feng, but Zhao Feng who was occupied by terror.

All Zhang Fan could see was endless darkness and a tremendous battle.

If I guessed correctly, the one fighting against the great terror in Zhao Feng's body was the old man that Zhao Yong and the others were talking about.

Closing the Eye of Samsara, Zhang Fan looked at Zhao Yong and expressed his inner concerns:

"It's fine to go back and get the Xuanmen seal, but if we leave Zhao Feng alone in this state, I'm afraid there will be a lot of innocent people who will be harmed... Even if we move faster, the losses will be immeasurable."

"Don't panic, boss. I have a plan." Zhao Yong said calmly.

"What countermeasures?" Zhang Fan asked.

Zhao Yong explained quickly, "The four immortals of the Four Valued Officials are the gods who control the time of the three realms. Let's borrow the power of the Four Valued Officials to temporarily seal Zhao Feng and the great terror in his body under the Feilong River. When the Xuanmen palm seal arrives, we will find a way to solve it."

"The Four Guardians..."

Zhang Fan looked thoughtful. He naturally learned the Four Valued Officials' Divine Spell from Zhao Yong.

But as far as he knew, the effectiveness of this protective spell was enough to seal Zhao Yong, let alone the blackened Zhao Feng with azure eyes.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan asked, "The Four Valued Officials' Divine Mantra is probably not powerful enough, right?"

"It's not a protective spell, but it's asking for the real Four Valued Officials." Zhao Yong shook his head.

"A true Gong Cao."

Zhang Fan looked up and sighed, "He is a high and mighty immortal, how could he care about you?"

"Of course it's not for nothing... As a price, we have to pay ten years of our lives. And if we want to seal off Zhao Feng now, none of us four can be missing." Zhao Yong gritted his teeth and said:

"That is to say, each of the four of us must shorten our lifespan by ten years. Otherwise, I can't think of any other solution."

"Ten years of life?"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly.

Ten years of life is nothing but a drop in the bucket for him.

However, Zhao Yong and Wang Kai have very little time left to live, if another ten years is deducted.

By the time I complete my next mission, they may only have a few days left.

After thinking about it, Zhang Fan wanted to suggest a different approach, but when he looked up, he found that the three of them were looking at him expectantly.

Zhang Fan was a little surprised.

What does this mean?

You three short-lived ghosts are willing to make yourselves, and the only thing missing is a nod from me, who has less than 5,000 years left to live?

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan immediately expressed his opinion: "I don't care, as long as you are not afraid."

"Okay, Boss, I, Zhao Yong, will definitely remember this great favor!"

Seeing this, Zhao Yong bowed to Zhang Fan from the bottom of his heart.

He knew that with Zhang Fan's ability, it would not be impossible for him to kill Zhao Feng now.

The reason why the boss was willing to shorten his life by ten years was to save his cousin.

As an employee, I still have some face.

Standing up, Zhao Yong waved his hand and said, "Everyone sit down, I will be the one to invite the spirit."

Zhao Yong is clear about his own position. His strength may not be as good as Zhang Fan, but he is confident that he can surpass the other three in Taoist magic.

The four of them followed Zhao Yong's arrangements and sat cross-legged by the river one by one.

Zhao Yong also took out the yellow paper and brush neatly, and said to Wang Kai while painting: "Old Zhao, you sacrifice a little and stabilize this thing first. I will fill the position of the god first."