Spirit Walker

The figure in the cyan clothes was full, his eyes were downcast, and he continued to climb day after day, ignoring the words of the skull man.

The skeleton man continued, "All illusionists in the world can get it, but you can't leave it. You are not chosen by God, you are a heretic among illusionists."

"If you are willing to return to the real world, when the world is turned upside down in the future, you may still have the authority of the God of Victory if you dare to survive. All that awaits you is destruction. There is no trace of the past. Back then, you knew the current affairs better."

Hearing the last sentence, Master Wuhen finally raised his eyes, his voice was as thick as a bell, and as deep as a drum, "I flinched back then, but my cultivation was not enough, and I endured it for twenty years, just for today."

"What's the difference in twenty years? You were level 9 back then, and you're still level 9 twenty years later. What's the difference?" the skeleton man seemed disdainful.

Master Wuhen said slowly: "Then why are you afraid of it?"

These words seemed to have stimulated Ku Zanren, and the fire of soul in his eyes sternly said, "Back then, you group of rats sneaked into the temple of the gods and almost destroyed the balance of the spirit realm. The curse didn't kill you, so you should live well. Now it’s time to steal divine power again, the way to take death, this is the way to take death.”

Master Wuhen looked dazed for a moment, "They are already dead, Lingtuo has also fallen, we were too anxious back then, if we waited for Lingtuo and Zhang Tianshi to be promoted to demigods, or waited for Chu Shang to digest the authority left by the ancestors of the Chu family, the ending would be unpredictable. It's the same."

After a pause, Master Wuhen's expression became neither happy nor sad, as if he had fully realized it, and said: "The past is over, I will not die, I will only be promoted to a demigod. If I occupy that part of the authority, there will be one less person in the world." Illusory God, your so-called **** will be weaker, and the profession of illusionist will never be perfect when the catastrophe comes. He can't be a god, and he can't be defiled. I know he is an extraterrestrial demon."

"Bold!" The voice of the skeleton man shook the whole world, "Don't call God's name directly."

Master Wuhen continued: "You can't stop me. I'm an illusionist. I'm qualified to enter the palace to gain authority. This is the rule of the spirit realm, and your **** can't stop it."

"Since you refuse to hug me and obey your heart, then you will never be able to obtain the divine right. I am curious, what made you persist for so many years."

Master Wuhen stopped suddenly, looked at the gatekeeper of the palace, and said slowly: "Because I am a member of the Xiaoyao organization, and the organization's creed is to prevent the world from being destroyed."

He took two stone steps in one step.

"To protect the peace of the world."

Step over two stone steps again.

"We can do anything."

Another two stone steps were passed.

At this time, the distance between him and the skeleton man was less than one meter, and there were only two stone steps left, but Master Wuhen stopped, and the two steps seemed to be Tian Zhan.

The skeleton man seemed to be relieved, and the fire of soul in his eyes burned slowly, "Years ago, you also stopped at the last two stone steps, and there is no trace of the past. As I said just now, how can you advance to the level of phantom if you don't want to embrace your nature?" God? If you can't get over it, the power of the phantom **** will destroy your sanity and turn you into a madman even more depraved than Lingtuo."

Master Wuhen stood where he was, and asked calmly, "So, do you think that I will come here again after twenty years to reminisce about the old days?"

The fire of the soul in the skeleton man's eyes froze, and Master Wuhen put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha, Lao Na has proclaimed himself for twenty years, just to train his mind!"

The last two levels are passed in one step.

After more than twenty years, he finally finished walking the steps and came to this place that symbolizes the pinnacle of illusionists.

"You!" The soul fire in the skeleton man's eye sockets trembled violently. He couldn't tell whether it was anger or fear, and roared, "Why can't you follow your nature, why embrace yourself, you are an illusionist, you are an illusionist!"

Master Wuhen didn't look at it, just pointed lightly: "Amitabha, the Buddha said, you should return to nothingness."

The fire of soul in the skeleton man's eye sockets was extinguished.

The gatekeeper who was supposed to be a dungeon fell into eternal silence.

Dream Palace.

The Great Elder of the Nan faction on the golden throne suddenly raised his head and looked towards the highest place in the dark.

"Master?

The old man got up and looked up at the sky, but no one responded, but then, the palace surrounded by thick fog began to appear unreal, the pillars supporting the dome disappeared, the red carpet disappeared, and even the golden throne beneath him began to disappear.

The entire palace is like a fading oil painting, the only thing that is not affected is the six-meter-tall cloaked man.

In a short time, the palace disappeared completely, and a new picture scroll was born. The blue sky unfolded like a curtain, and the sun was also outlined. Then, the endless grassland spread out in the field of vision, spreading to the horizon.

After the formation of the grassland, small jewel-like lakes "tear tears" emerged in the depressions, and then horses and birds appeared.

A magnificent grassland scene was outlined, but in the next second, the scene of the grassland turned into a barren Gobi, and the Gobi turned into an aquarium-like seabed.

In a few seconds, the Great Elder experienced landscapes such as oceans, grasslands, Gobi, and forests.

These are both illusion and reality.

Finally, all the scenery faded away, thin dark clouds spread across the sky, the sky was dim and white, the dark brown earth undulated, and the rotten bones were like sores growing on the earth.

This place seems to be an ancient battlefield. In addition to human bones, there are also bones of large animals. Some of the bones are even strange, with six legs, three cervical vertebrae, and nine tails.

Some of the bones cracked and rotted in the erosion of time, while others glowed brightly, rich in spirituality, and were extremely high-quality materials.

There is a lake of blood in the center of the earth, and a majestic ancient palace is suspended above the lake. A figure in a blue robe stands in front of the palace, and the scroll freezes.

The Great Elder looked around the world, and his eyes finally fell on the figure in Tsing Yi.

The black light under the cloak flickered one after another, as if his face was changing, the elder said in a voiceless voice: "Has the past Wuhen been promoted to demigod?"

An ethereal and loud voice came from high in the sky: "Contact Lingtuo!"

The black light under the cloak flickered again, and then he lowered his head, "Yes, Master!"

Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a peaked cap and a mask, stood at the entrance of the underground parking garage 2 and happily waved to the mature woman who was walking towards him in the distance.

The woman was wearing a white village blouse and a black skirt. The hem of the blouse was tucked into her waist, outlining a graceful slender waist. Her beautiful hair was slightly curled and draped over her shoulders.

Black sunglasses are placed on the smooth forehead, and under the sunglasses is a delicate and three-dimensional face.

Dragging a small suitcase in her hand, she ran towards Zhang Yuanqing with a smile like a flower, her high heels making a "da da" sound.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his arms to meet the woman and hugged her, "Mom, I miss you. I haven't seen you for a month. You are younger and more beautiful. Those who don't know think you are my sister."

Fu Xue was coaxed into giggling, "Just keep your mouth to coax Guan Ya, but don't use it on other women."

Zhang Yuanqing was aggrieved and said: "Then I can't even coax you."

Fu Xue shot him a look, Zhang Yuanqing diligently carried the suitcase for the mother-in-law, opened the door to invite her to get in the car.

There is a reason why he is so attentive. After the students of the "Organ R&D Company" screwed the screws day and night, the first batch of organ weapons have been built, and it is time to deliver them.

This delivery is not as simple as paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other hand. Probably because he knew that Fu Qingyang was not there, and the headquarters was in trouble again, so he made two requests.

One: They want to pay a deposit first and try it out for two months before finalizing the payment.

Two: ask to give them free warranty for three years

It is difficult to pay for the project, and it is an official traditional art. Here, there are personnel from relevant departments to take care of it. The relevant person in charge took the opportunity to ask for several places, etc., not only facing cumbersome procedures, but also arguing with the official.

This kind of thing, Xiahou Aotian definitely can't handle it.

The protagonist only patted the table, and said arrogantly: If you don't obediently take the money, how dare you act like a demon and seek death?

Although he is good at socializing, Zhang Yuanqing is not good at doing this. He can't understand the behavior of using power for personal gain and enriching his own pocket.

Let him handle it, and it is estimated that he will have to go to trial again.

After thinking about it, only the mother-in-law who has first-class communication skills, first-class business skills, and is a shareholder of the company can handle it, so Zhang Yuanqing called her and said that the three-year period has come and asked Fu Longwang to return to his throne.

After the car drove out of the airport, Fu Xue sat gracefully on the seat, opened a small mirror to touch up her makeup,

"Why didn't the dead girl pick up the plane?" she said casually.

"Tired, sleeping."

"Tired?" Fu Xue stopped making powder, and looked at her son-in-law sideways. After a few seconds, as an old Siji, she understood.

The mother-in-law snorted: "As expected of a night wandering god, you are so energetic."

Zhang Yuanqing snorted coldly, "No matter how prosperous you are, your daughter is also a peerless beauty. Have you found the master knight?"

The smile on Fu Xue's face slowly disappeared, "Oh, it's my mother's fault. I was too impulsive back then, and shouldn't have made Guan Ya swear."

Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity and said, "Forget it, mom, you just need to handle the company's affairs well. Anyway, at the end of the year, the statute of limitations for the oath will expire."

In a neighborhood in Songhai, a man wearing a peaked cap knocked on the dark red security door. The person who opened the door was an old lady with gray hair and wrinkled face, about sixty years old, dressed neither plainly nor extravagantly.

"Who are you looking for?" The old lady's Mandarin was perfect, without the Songhai accent that aunts of this age often have.

The man in the cap was expressionless, even a little serious. He took out his ID and said, "Is this Yao Yilin's house? I'm a security officer from the Chaomen District No. 3 Public Security Bureau. I need to ask him about something."

When the old lady heard that she was a security officer, she didn't react exaggeratedly like ordinary people. She calmly let her open her mouth and said, "Come in, he is at home today, comrade, what can you do with him?"

"I have a case to consult with him." The man in the peaked cap entered the room and hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry, it's just an inquiry, it has nothing to do with him."

The old lady led him to sit on the sofa in the living room, poured a cup of tea, and shouted to the bedroom, "Old Yao, there are security guards looking for you."

Although he is old, his voice is still loud.

The man in the peaked cap glanced at the police living room. The decoration and furniture of this house, just like their owners, looked old.

There should be two old people in the family, because the man in the peaked cap doesn't see what the young people use.

An old man walked out of the bedroom. His silver hair was a little thinning, his back was slightly bent, his nasolabial folds were deep, and the drooping corners of his eyes set off, making him appear stern and serious.

The old man had a pair of reading glasses hanging around his neck.

"Comrade from the Public Security Department?" The old man sat down opposite the man in the peaked cap, looked at him, and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

The man in the cap didn't answer, he stared at the old man and asked, "Yao Yilin, a retired teacher, works at Songhai Kangyang Middle School. He retired two years ago, right?"

The old man nodded, and the old dad who was sitting next to him was embarrassed. In the Baba Group version, a kind of wife of the dad couldn't help but said, "Actually, four years ago. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com just retired because of physical problems. He wasn't happy at the time, so he just wanted to teach. If he retired a few years later, his life would be over, so what's the point of supporting him?"

The man in the peaked cap ignored the old lady's complaints, looked at the old man and said, "We are investigating a theft case. We suspect that the suspect used to study in a middle school in Kangyang District, but the teachers and students of the school don't remember this person, so we can only come here." excuse me."

While talking, he took out his mobile phone, opened the photo, and handed it to the old man.

Yao Yilin is the sixth retired middle school teacher he surveyed, and there are many other retired teachers like Yao Yilin on the list.

At present, the investigation on Yuanshi Tianzun has found nothing, and the patience of Master Chunyang is almost exhausted.

He just hopes to lock the identity of Yuanshi Tianzun as soon as possible.

The old man took the phone and carefully looked at the young man in the photo. He tried hard to remember for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I remember him, yes, he is indeed a student of our Kangyang Middle School."

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