Chapter 601 The number of days changes

After talking to the paper clone of Baizhi City Lord for a moment, Ning Zhuo returned to his residence in Beppu, Zangyang, and took a break.

He took out the four treasures given by the Baizhi City Lord and observed them carefully.

The wine of Han Bone Yuelu wine is translucent silver-gray. If you observe from the side, you can see that the surface of the wine is covered with a layer of white moonlight.

If the wine is left unmoved for a long time, fine suspended objects will condense from it, similar to bone fragments.

Ning Zhuo turned his ring of mechanism and tried to have a drink.

The wine in the mouth is very clear, like snow water. When it enters the throat, a warm feeling like a hot spring comes. When it comes to the aftertaste, the mouth is filled with the cold fragrance of cedar and ice mint.

There are nearly a hundred benzoin in Jiuquan, each of which looks like a thin dead branch with a dark purple surface.

Ning Zhuo pinched half of his finger and tried to ignite it.

The burning Nine Springs benzoin, the blue smoke is as straight as hanging silk, thin and long. When it smells, it is like rotten soil mixed with wet and cold white plums.

The burning ashes still maintain a complete fragrance shape. When you touch something with yang energy, they will immediately transform from the ashes into black water dewdrops. When you smell it again at this time, it will be like the gloomy wood fragrance of a thousand-year-old coffin.

The Hungry Ghost Backfighting Cauldron is more than one person tall, and it is a bronze three-legged and two-eared cauldron.

The body of the tripod is covered with copper rust, and the rust forms a blurry picture of hundreds of ghosts eating each other. There are dry dark green ink marks left on the inner wall of the tripod, and the three tripod feet are wrapped in a layer of gray bones. The tripod ears seem to have a layer of dark brown patina, but when you look closely, countless finger marks and tooth marks overlap layer by layer.

The last one is the "Underland Criminal Book".

It is a tin iron page book, quite heavy.

The iron shell cover is as dark as night, and the cast black iron hoop pattern appears in the outline of the underworld. The roof of the palace is carved with black chalcedony on the ridge, with a solemn shape.

The pages of the book are made of cold-rolled with thousands of forged cold iron, and are as thin as a blade and shining with a faint green light.

Each page is engraved with a punishment pattern, namely oil pan, sword tree, sea of ​​fire, iceberg, iron bed, heart-drawing, tongue-pulling, cow pit, millstone, sawing, stone pressure, iron tree, intestinal twist, blood pool, etc.

When the book is opened, the iron pages intersect each other, making a sound of iron shackles colliding.

Ning Zhuo only needs to touch his fingers, which will make the soul feel pain in different ways.

"All of them are good babies!" Sun Lingtong was also observing, her eyes lit up.

Ning Zhuo nodded slightly and put away these one by one.

He did not rush to use it, but instead figured out the Baizhi City Lord.

Before, Baizhi City Lord had obvious and simple plans, which made Sun Ning and both complain and beware.

But after the last meeting, Ning Zhuo found that this person was quite open and said something.

"She could have hidden all the prophecies and poems and other words, and did not tell me, but she said that, and was not worried that I would raise the price."

"In fact, she is quite good at making a move and is not stingy. The cold bone moon dew wine alone exceeds my expected upper limit."

"I do have a strong aura among women."

"Did my mother cooperate with Baizhi City Lord because of this? Is her feelings about Baizhi City Lord the same as mine?"

"My mother is really kind and grand. She doesn't even want the position of deputy city lord... Compared with my mother, my situation is much worse, and I can't sacrifice myself like this."

"The Wanxiang Sect...The True Disciple..."

A knock on the door interrupted Ning Zhuo's thoughts.

The visitor is not someone else, but warm and soft jade.

Ning Zhuo now knew that this person was his mother Meng Yaoyin's junior brother, a Jindan level, and also a true disciple.

The Wanxiang Sect is a super sect, with a similar personality to the Soul-Devouring Sect and the Bukong Sect. To become a true disciple of such a force, the minimum cultivation level must be the Golden Pill!

"Here you come." Ning Zhuo stood up and opened the door.

He was not surprised at all about Wen Wangyu's active visit. It was because Baizhi City Lord had made a clear explanation before, asking him to cooperate with Wen Wangyu to examine the traitors among the top leaders.

Wen Wangyu bowed to him and smiled: "I will cooperate with fellow Taoist Jiao Ma to complete this important task!"

Since Ning Zhuo captured three Golden Pill-level ghost generals alive, his attitude towards Ning Zhuo and tone have become very equal.

This time, he was personally cared for by the Lord Baizhi, and asked him to attack Ning Zhuo.

This made Wen Wangyu's posture lower, and she vaguely regarded herself as Ning Zhu's deputy.

He is a Confucian scholar. No matter what his thoughts are inside, at least his attitude is very straightforward and in place.

Ning Zhuo also bowed his hand and sent a message to Wen Wangyu's spiritual consciousness, telling him: Don't be alerted. Jiao Ma's identity can be maintained, but you should try your best to maintain it. Next, you will follow Wen Wangyu to detect the traitor with him, and on the surface, it mainly uses Wen Wangyu.

Wen Wangyu thought for a moment. This was a meticulous and steadfast move. Her evaluation of Ning Zhuo increased a little, and she agreed.

He asked Ning Zhuo where to start next.

Ning Zhuo did not hesitate, and his spiritual consciousness passed on his mind: "I have already thought about it and let's go to the south of the city first."

When he arrived at the south gate of the city, Ning Zhuo saw the Paper Man again, as well as many monks who were actively resting on the battlefield.

Ning Zhuo: "I need to see the various arrangements made by Senior Meng Yaoyin back then."

Wen Wangyu followed Ning Zhuo's secret instructions and first asked the other monks present to retreat, leaving the two of them alone, and then opened the magic array for Ning Zhuo and entered the magic array space together.

Here, Ning Zhuo saw the real structure of the magic circle, which was so complicated that it made him dizzy.

"Mom is so awesome!"

"I have too deep knowledge in setting up the formation, and it is difficult for me to understand it in a hurry."

Ning Zhuo secretly communicated with Sun Lingtong, looking respectful and admiring.

Sun Lingtong giggled and thought to herself: Didn’t this magic circle be designed by your mother and Baizhi City Lord for seven days and seven nights?

Sun Lingtong understood Ning Zhuo's mood very well and did not break it up.

Meng Yaoyin is the true teaching of the Golden Elixir of a super sect. She is proficient in mechanism techniques, so she is naturally proficient in many cultivation techniques. Unfortunately, she died early and only left a set of classics for Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo did not inherit her formation background and could not understand the magic array here, but he had his own way.

"Senior Wen, please explain the structure to me." Ning Zhuo directly made a request.

Wen Wangyu immediately explained patiently to Ning Zhuo, saying everything he knew and saying everything he said.

Ning Zhuo's formation foundation is solid, and he barely understood two or three points, and made an accurate judgment in his heart: "My mother personally arranged this place. If the various arrangements of this magic circle were burned with the Cremation Prajna Sutra, she would have gained a lot of spirituality."

After reading the magic circle, Ning Zhuo said to Wen Wangyu again: "Let's go inside the Paper Man's Colossus."

It is impossible to warm and soft jade.

Underworld.

Deep in the water burial valley.

The old man gray bone sat cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, staring at the skull in front of him with complicated eyes.

This is the skull of the Tiangui, which is a treasure material at the level of refining the emptiness!

Now, the skull has been refined by the Fujun to melt the surface like water, but the inside is still stubborn bone.

"No wonder, Mr. Man, you spared no expense to train this piece of Heavenly Ghost bone."

"This is a top talent, and you are very good at matching with the Lord of the Mansion. No, it seems to be as harmonious as heaven and earth."

The Duke laughed: "If it weren't for this, why would I have fought so hard?"

After obtaining this skull, he carefully studied and found that a small part of his magical power was left. He had been working hard for hundreds of years and constantly investing manpower and material resources. Finally, he saw signs of accomplishing this year.

Only a small part of the bone remains in the skull of Tiangui.

As long as you completely refine it, the Fujun can fully absorb it and add a new talent to himself!

The mansion said with emotion: "I have worked hard to obtain this talent. I have spent 30% of my mansion's treasury just to obtain the ceremony of the God of Heaven and Ghosts, and I have obtained it with other mansions."

The old man with gray bone was silent for a moment before he said: "This ritual originated from Confucianism, worshiping heaven and earth, serving virtue in the underworld, and committing evil in the living. Therefore, it caused countless killing disasters and blood debts in the Baizhi Fairy City."

The Duke sneered: "Those who accomplish great things do not care about minorities. I am the king of the underworld. Do you still need the morality of the world?"

"I must get rid of the Baipaper Immortal City. The whole city is used for blood sacrifices to complete the ritual of the birth of my Heavenly Ghost!"

The old man from Gray Bone sighed: "So, this skull is the source of disaster. I used the skull energy in the middle to perform the art of shaking the gray cover of the line, but at the same time it also counts as your success and is still close."

Fu Jun nodded slightly: "I know."

"To be able to absorb this skull, it must have the foundation of at least a million souls, and it must also have sufficient evil spirits, enough to control the impact of this foreign talent."

"I am the king of a mansion. My soul has already exceeded tens of millions, and the souls of millions of people are not an obstacle."

"And if I use the ghost tide to attack Baizhi Immortal City, I can obtain the aura of the military evil and help me resist the impact."

The old man gray bone nodded slightly and shook his head gently: "There are others."

"Hmm?" The Fu Jun was surprised and immediately said, "Can fellow Taoist Ash Bone calculate for me?"

The old man from gray bone shook his head: "No. But I can remind the Duke of one or two."

The Duke bowed: "I would like to ask fellow Taoists to give me advice."

The old man gray bone said: "It's simple. According to my divination skills, all kinds of obstacles are a battle of energy and quantity."

"You are the lord of a mansion. If you place it in the world, you will naturally be the lord of a country and the powerful are extraordinary."
To be continued...