Jutianjing knelt on the ground with his legs, looking pious.

He is a dignified saint, a rare Tongtian Yin-Yang Master in the world, and is also the leader of the Shintoism Sect of the Fusang Xuanmen.

Such a master actually knelt down suddenly, which is very evil.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon.

"Grandpa, what are you doing? These resentful spirits are so powerful that they scare you like this?"

I asked directly. Ju Daofeng is a good boy. Only by asking this way can he fit his personality.

"Bastard, kneel down!"

Jutianjing cursed at me angrily. At the same time, with luck, I was suppressed by his vast holy energy, and I was crushed and knelt down.

I don’t want to kneel down. I am a hot summer man, kneel down on your sister’s Fusang tree?

But I have no choice but to do so. I can’t resist. Even if I resist, I’m not an opponent. I have to follow the customs.

Jutianjing began to kowtow, sonorous and powerful. With every kowtow, a pure energy would be released from his body.

What is released is not the mysterious energy, but the real soul energy.

Jutianjing was actually offering his soul power. Although it was not considered a complete sacrifice, it would not cause much damage to his cultivation.

But the soul is the foundation of Feng Shui masters. Even if it is just a sacrifice to the soul power, it will have a certain impact in the end.

After kowtowing one after another, he sounded his head and sacrificed nine soul powers. Jutian said respectfully: "The current head of the disciple Shintoism, Jutianjing, is the unfilial grandson Judaofeng, accidentally entered the divine realm, which is not the original intention. I hope the gods will understand and let the disciples take him back to the human world."

After hearing Ju Tianjing's words, I wanted to laugh so much that I actually recognized a tree as the god? This Fusang Xuanmen is also weird enough.

After saying that, Ju Tianjing suddenly shook his right hand and a soul dish appeared in his hand.

He silently recited the spell and six ghosts floated out of the soul vessel.

He slapped the six ghosts with one palm, slapped them all at the root of the Fusang sacred tree, making them the nutrients for Fusang sacred tree.

At this time, Jutianjing continued to say: "These six dead souls are all Yanxia Fengshui masters, and the disciples specially offer them to the gods. In the future, the disciples will continue to follow the ancestral teachings and lead the Fusang Xuanmen to continue to grow and grow. Continue to hunt down Yanxia Fengshui geniuses. They spare no effort to collect all the undead spirits in the world and let them nourish the spirits of the gods."

After saying that, Ju Tianjing kowtowed again and said, "Look at the god of heaven to open his eyes and let the disciples leave."

He buried his head on the ground, but his hands kept making seals. The handprints were complicated, so I wrote them down one by one.

Finally, he pushed the handprint towards the Fuso tree.

Suddenly, the wind blew, and strange laughter came from my ears.

The laughter was extremely evil, and I got goose bumps all over my body.

Although I have never heard of such laughter, I couldn't help but hear Chen Kunlun's notes.

The notes mentioned that at the Xuanmen Conference in the Spring and Autumn Period, when the evil spirit appeared, strange laughter first came. If you don’t see the person, you will hear the sound first.

Isn’t this Fusang tree really related to the evil spirits who plotted against Yanxia Xuanmen back then?

Shortly after the laughter sounded, ghosts swayed on the trees.

I quietly looked up and saw the human-shaped fruits that opened their eyes at the same time.

Their eyes are blood-colored and they look very creepy.

When these dolls opened their eyes, Jutianjing obviously looked happy.

"Walk!"

He waved his hand and forced the barrier to tear open the barrier, and jumped out with me.

I was shocked in my heart, let’s not talk about what the Japanese born on the Fusang tree were.

Just saying that Ju Tianjing had just sacrificed the souls of six Yanxia martyrs, it made me feel sad.

I really didn't expect that before I knew it, Fusang Xuanmen had killed so many Xuanmen seniors.

No wonder in Yanxia Xuanmen, big bosses disappear from time to time. We used to think that they were ascending to the Tao, becoming immortals and leaving.

But since I learned the secret of the Yellow River Divine Palace, I know there is no such thing as the ascension, and the so-called realm of ascending to heaven is not the end.

From this point of view, eight out of ten of the ten disappeared Feng Shui masters may have died at the hands of Fusang Onmyoji.

In the hot summer, there must be a group of Fusang Onmyoji who are acting in secret.

Of course, there must be our hot summer heroes in Fusang who are secretly investigating, and some of the members of the Dragon Group are one of them.

I don’t know why this situation happened, and why the Xuanmen of the two countries secretly fought such a battle. I believe that there must be some unknown long ago.

"Grandpa, what was that just now? Why are there those strange human-shaped fruits on the tree?" I asked curiously after walking a distance.

"Daofeng. Don't ask if you shouldn't ask. This is something that only saints are qualified to come into contact with." Jutianjing did not give a positive answer, which was as expected.

I continued to ask: "What's going on with the ghost of the summer? Are the ghosts of the summer more suitable for nourishing the sacred trees?"

Jutianjing glared at me and told me not to ask questions.

But I continued, "Grandpa. I know a few Yanxia people are in Fusang. Should I kill them?"

But he suddenly raised his lips and said, "What's the use of those ordinary people you know? The real battlefield is about to begin!"

"Ah? Can I participate? I feel stronger now and need strength in urgent need of strength." I asked tentatively.

But he said, "You are not qualified."

I was unhappy and said, "What's wrong with it? Although there are many people in the Feng Shui world in the summer, the top power is not good. Can we send a few saints to go over and over again? How can we have so many concerns?"

Jutianjing narrowed the eyes of the Yinqiu slightly and said, "You don't understand these things. We saints used to be inconvenient to go through, but now they are different. A fool thought he was a hero, but he didn't know that he was pushing his compatriots into the fire pit."

My heart trembled suddenly. I thought it was not good.

There was once the Yellow River Divine Palace locking the qi of the summer. Even if the Fusang Saint went to the qi, the limit was only the ninety-nine levels of Qi training.

So they are unlikely to send saints to the scene, at most they will be assassinations of small-scale assassinations.

But now the Yellow River Divine Palace has been destroyed by me. Although I have given Xuanmen Future, it also leads wolves into the house.

"No, I must prepare Wen Chaoyang and the others as soon as possible. I can't be a hero, but I must never become a sinner in history." I said to myself in my heart.

At the same time, I also made a secret decision. I must integrate into the Fusang Xuanmen as soon as possible, improve my Taoism in the shortest time, and figure out why Fusang targeted our Yanxia Xuanmen as soon as possible, and whether they were the forces behind the evil spirits who planned to plot against Yanxia ancestors back then.

Everything has its consequences and causes. Only by finding the true source can you completely solve this problem.

"Okay, Daofeng, these are not things you should care about. Come and show your current state to grandpa. I really didn't expect that your kid's progress was beyond my expectations." Jutianjing happily put his hand on me.

But I rushed to Shinto Palace quickly and ran and said, "Grandpa, let's forget about my ability now, even Xixia is not as good as you. Give me some more time and I will shock the Fusang Xuanmen."

"What are you running away, what are you going to do?" Jutian Jing said inexplicably.

I said: "Grandpa, go back and help me open the Nine Soul Tower. I want to go into seclusion!"

"You boy are crazy?" Jutianjing looked at me like a madman.

But I said, "Either die inside or conquer Xixia. My Orange Daofeng understands that I am a useless person. No matter how powerful a grandfather is, it is useless. Even a woman can ride on my head. I want Xixia to let the entire Fusang Xuanmen know. My Orange Daofeng has changed, I am not a useless person!"
Chapter completed!