Zhang Ling asked a series of soul-searching questions while drawing the Five Thunders Righteous Method on his palm.
An inexplicably powerful pressure permeated the surroundings.
The gods are magnificent and the immortals are loud.
If someone came outside the cave and looked up at the sky at this moment, they would see dark clouds covering the sky, the sun dimming, and several purple divine thunders waiting to be unleashed in the mist.
The old fortune teller was so frightened that his heart was in his throat, cold sweat was pouring down his forehead, his tongue was a little stiff, and his head was dizzy and swollen, but he bit the tip of his tongue hard to calm himself down.
He knew that if his answer could not satisfy the immortal in front of him, he would probably be reduced to ashes and die in an instant.
The old man hesitated for a moment before explaining, "My Lord, regarding the matter of Wang Hansan, I admit that I was impulsive and had no choice but to take ruthless action. I am willing to compensate him. As long as I can fulfill his request, I will satisfy him completely!"
"As for that female ghost... To be honest, this is the method my uncle told me.
Today, the world is peaceful and the destiny is settled. We have weak roots and it is difficult for us to join in and help. Practicing here is already difficult and arduous. The positions of immortals and gods have long been occupied and crowded. The descendants of immortals and gods are unprecedented and extraordinary. Ordinary people will not be able to even reach a hair of their own in a hundred lifetimes.
If you just do your job honestly, you won't be able to catch up even if you eat dust. But if you keep a fierce ghost in your body and release it from time to time to suck the souls of mortals, it is the easiest way to improve yourself.
Firstly, the loss of seven or eight mortals is not a big deal, and secondly, it can be put to good use, making it easier for us practitioners to cultivate our Taoism and thus better protect the world...
Immortal, you know that there is no easier way to cultivate in this world than to plunder the souls of mortals. There are shortcuts to this."
After the old man finished speaking, the cave was silent and quiet. In a trance, one could hear a few muffled thunders coming from the sky.
He watched Zhang Ling's expression nervously, fearing that the other party would beat him to death if he was displeased.
Zhang Ling remained silent, exhaled a deep breath from his nose, retracted the Five Thunders Righteousness Technique in his palm, and asked, "What's your name?"
The old man saw that he had retracted the palm thunder, and the surrounding imposing pressure instantly dissipated. He felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. His back was soaked, and his legs and feet were wet. He said with a look of fear: "To answer the immortal, read Wuwang."
Thoughts without delusion?
Zhang Ling frowned slightly. This name was somewhat inconsistent with his character and moral conduct.
He thought for a moment and shot a ray of light towards Nian Wuwang. The light entered his body and immediately became a marking mark.
As long as this mark exists, no matter where Nian Wuwang runs to, Zhang Ling will be able to find out his movements at the first time.
"Let's go!"
Zhang Ling turned and walked out of the cave, and Nian Wuwang followed him carefully, not daring to have any ulterior motives.
From some perspectives, the power of the immortal in front of him is actually stronger than that of his uncle, the water god of Duyang Lake.
Thinking of this, Wuwang felt extremely terrified and kept praying in his heart, hoping that the immortal would not change his mind halfway and suddenly kill him.
If we reach the area of Duyang Lake, it won’t be difficult to escape then.
Zhang Ling suddenly turned his head to look at Nian Wuwang, almost frightening him to death: "What are you thinking about?"
Nian Wuwang wiped the sweat from his forehead and trembled all over as he said, "No, no, with the Immortal in front of me, how dare I have such foolish thoughts?"
Zhang Ling shook his head, grabbed his shoulder, and soared up into the clouds, flying towards Duyang Lake.
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Above the clouds, Zhang Ling remained silent the entire time, as the strong wind blew his long hair like a waterfall and ink.
The fierce wind dances, stirring up vortex-like airflow around the body.
Nian Wuwang's shoulders were grabbed by Zhang Ling. In the clouds filled with strong winds, he felt his eyes swollen and sore, and he couldn't control his tears.
However, he did not dare to use any magic to block these strong winds, for fear that the immortal would misunderstand him and use this as an excuse to kill him. This would also be a misunderstanding.
He died due to a misunderstanding on the way to Duyang Lake. Isn't it an unjust death?
No, I have to hold it in!
As long as we arrive at Duyang Lake, it becomes my uncle's territory, and he has the final say in everything!
Nian Wuwang kept comforting himself in his heart, and repeatedly reflected in his mind that his uncle was the great god of Duyang Lake. He had the final say in the Duyang Lake area and no one dared to offend him. By then, no matter how powerful this immortal was, he would have to bow his head!
You can't take over the entire Duyang Lake area by yourself!
This is an unforgivable crime. Even if he has ten heads, they will not be enough to punish him and he will be captured and beheaded on the Execution Platform.
Thinking of this, Nian Wuwang couldn't help feeling a little relieved.
The two of them shuttled through the clouds, getting closer and closer to Duyang Lake.
Nian Wuwang's calves were no longer trembling, his voice became calmer, and there was an inexplicable joy in his tone.
Another half hour passed. Nian Wuwang pointed downwards and looked at Zhang Ling respectfully, "Sir, we have arrived at Duyang Lake!"
Hearing this, Zhang Ling raised his eyes and looked down.
I saw a huge lake spanning the ground like a coiled dragon, with layers of white waves piling up and sweeping over the thousand-foot-high mountains.
From a distance, you can see the lake reflecting the distant mountains and forests.
The lake and the mountains were beautiful, complementing each other, but suddenly a strange wind blew by, blowing the mats and causing the river to surge violently.
After two or three breaths, the lake roared, and with a splash, the waves surged high into the sky, winding and hitting the surface of the lake.
Zhang Ling saw a strange wind coming suddenly, as if he sensed something, and continued to look towards the strange wind.
This strange wind became more and more ferocious and abnormal, and it also started from the center of the lake, stirring up the water and stirring the lake wantonly. It roared like thunder, like the roar of a tiger, like the roar of a dragon, shaking the distant mountains.
Zhang Ling asked Nian Wuwang, "Did you just send a message to the Great God of Duyang Lake?"
Nian Wuwang cursed inwardly. He had not expected that his secret method of transmitting sound had been seen through by the immortal in front of him. He was immediately frightened, fearing that the immortal would hold him accountable and use this as an excuse to beat him to ashes.
So he hurriedly said with a smile: "Your Excellency is a distinguished guest. Since you are visiting Duyang Lake this time, it is natural for my uncle to show some hospitality!"
Zhang Ling didn't say anything when he heard this. He had already noticed that Nian Wuwang was making some small moves beside him, and guessed that he was trying to send a message to call someone.
Logically speaking, since he committed a capital crime, he should not be so shameless as to reveal all the information about his backers. He is not even acting, so unscrupulous, and yet he is not afraid of being held accountable.
As soon as he arrived at Duyang Lake, he hurriedly sent a message to his uncle, which gave the illusion that he was not surprised!
At the right time, a strange wind on Duyang Lake stirred up a waterspout, which immediately transformed into an invisible long stick that split the lake into two, creating a wide road.
From a distance, dense black spots appeared on the road at the deepest part of the lake.
Looking closely, they saw shrimp soldiers, crab generals, fish monsters and turtle spirits holding swords, spears and halberds, wearing armor and with battle flags on their backs.
However, they were all lined up in a neat and orderly formation, standing still like a mountain. They looked like a well-trained elite navy.
Zhang Ling looked at Nian Wuwang with a half-smile and said, "Such a grand ceremony is indeed worth the trip!"
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