Chapter 739 It’s time to sleep

Chapter 739 It’s time to sleep

twilight.

The light of the stars reflected the open fire.

The majestic mansion can be seen at a glance.

The monk wearing a robe and wearing a cloak turned his hand, and the vise-like magic weapon in his hand bloomed with sharp light.

Driven by mana, it looks like a flashing scissors.

The blade of the scissors was nailed to the door of the mansion, allowing the hidden magic circle to appear.

There is a plaque just above the gate of the mansion.

above.

‘Gongsun Mansion’

The monk praised: "What a good thing! It is indeed a formation-breaking tool of the Great Weapon Sect."

Using the 'scissors' to tear open the opening, the monk stepped into it.

"Who are you? You dare to break into Gongsun Mansion!"

The foundation-building monk guarding the door was about to scold him, but was forced back by the ferocious gaze.

"Invite him in."

As the melodious voice came vaguely, the foundation-building monk suddenly felt the pressure around his body relax, as if the invisible hand holding him disappeared.

"please."

Enter the main hall.

The monk raised his head, and his face under the bamboo hat finally emerged.

There was a sarcastic smile on his face.

The charming woman on the high desk was holding a scroll of jade slips in her hand. She put the jade slips down as if she was reading something. With her graceful and graceful eyes, she looked at the monk who had walked to the door of the main hall but was not moving forward.

"I heard that the governor of Cuiqingshan Branch died, and he finally came to Tianji City."

"Did you kill him?"

"no."

The visitor shook his head and said, "Although I wish I could eat its flesh, I haven't had time to do it yet."

"So you made a big fuss at the Raoshan Branch and disrupted my plan?"

The visitor still shook his head and said, "I'm not making a fuss, I'm going to kill people."

Gongsun Wan chuckled and said, "What do you want?"

"eye for eye!"

"not necessarily."

"I must do it."

"It's a pity that I am definitely not the one who fell here today." Gongsun Wan thought that he could have a good talk with this person, but in the end he realized that he was just playing the piano to a cow, so he stopped talking.

Wave gently.

The formation of Gongsun Mansion suddenly lit up.

The pressure of the formation turned into a mighty blue sky and fell on Wu Zhu's shoulders.

Even small sounds can be heard.

…

Quiet interior.

It was no different than when he left.

Tu Shanjun withdrew his gaze and pointed the spirit officer's eye to check whether there was any formation left behind or a back-up plan left by others.

In such an important place, Gongsun Wan must have hidden tricks. If you really find him sneaking into the mansion, you must be careful not to touch him, so as not to arouse Gongsun Wan's suspicion.

"No?"

"Nothing at all?"

His eyes dimmed in surprise.

Mr. Tushan didn’t believe it.

Directly revealing his true appearance, the long scarlet hair like a waterfall was scattered, the bun wrapped in it was spread out, and two purple-black top horns grew.

"In the world of ignorance, open my eyes!"

Putting his index finger on his forehead, the lines at the top corners lit up and converged.

After confirming again and again, he said: "Really not?"

The lack of formations and back-ups saved him trouble.

It should be that Gongsun Wan felt that no one could come to this secret room quietly, and he didn't want to set up formations and spells on his own initiative, so as not to have a bad impact on Xiong Ran, so he didn't stay here, but this was more convenient. good.

Tushanjun tied up his top corners to restrain his true appearance, and walked to the wooden coffin.

Pushing open the heavy coffin lid, he looked at the monk inside the wooden coffin.

Once upon a time, this man was arrogant, cold and repulsive, but now he lay silently in the coffin.

It can only be said that fate has its way with people.

Tu Shanjun's eyes fell on the flowing ancient sword.

It is a real ancient treasure.

Before drinking human blood, his face became sallow and his muscles were thin. It was only after he suddenly received the blood of a genius that he showed his sharpness.

No wonder it could cut open Xiong Ran's body. No one would have thought that this sword was not the magic weapon it looked like, but a treasure that looked like an ancient magic weapon.

Tu Shanjun stretched out his hand to touch the spiritual sword, but his palm still fell. The relationship between the sword and the person was now harmonious. If he drew the sword rashly, it might not be a good thing.

Even though this spiritual sword belongs to Xu Sanniang, she can only find an opportunity to get it back later.

Tushanjun withdrew his palm.

The magic power around his body was circulating, and his palms turned blue-white.

at the same time.

Black and red silk threads gathered into an iron rope.

The blue-white palm held the iron rope of the sickle and moved closer to the forehead of the monk in the coffin.

"Then let me see the truth of that day first."

Just when he was about to touch the forehead of the monk in the coffin, he suddenly stopped.

It’s not that Tushanjun stopped on his own.

Instead, one hand grasped Tushanjun's wrist.

A raised hand.

Tushanjun's maroon pupils instantly turned black, and the whites of his eyes turned blood red as if soaked in blood.

…

Feeling the vibration of the soul flag, Xu Sanniang opened her eyes in the spirit gathering array.

I saw a scarlet ghost eye opening on the main pole of the soul flag.

But the gaze was dull, as if the eyes were not opened here, but opened in another place, which surprised Xu Sanniang and made her worried at the same time.

"Brother Tushan?"

Tu Shanjun said he wanted to break into Gongsun's mansion and take a look.

According to the time calculation, if nothing unexpected happens, we should have arrived by now.

Now that the Zunhun Banner is moving, it must be an accident over there.

The result was not what Xu Sanniang expected.

Gongsun's mansion.

Gongsun Wan controlled the large formation, surrounded by flying rings and fairy catkins, shrouded in true meaning and magical power to form a beautiful tent.

Wu Zhu, who was in the tent, looked solemn. The pagoda suspended above the palm of his hand was spinning. The spiritual aura belonging to the Great True Lord supported the protective aura and resisted the squeeze of the large array.

"Do you know what is written on that jade slip?"

"What?"

"Sen Luo's true meaning." Gongsun Wan smiled.

She stared at Wu Zhu's face, as if she wanted to see something interesting in it.

Wu Zhu sneered: "Even if my true meaning of Senluo is known to you, and there is no real competition, who knows that I will win."

Gongsun Wan glanced at Wu Zhu with disgust. This damn Tianji puppet greatly restricted the use of her true power.

The Zi Mansion was even more tightly locked under the integration of Guan Dao, and it was impossible to influence Wu Zhu through her true magical power. As a member of the Hehuan Sect, her true magical power would be greatly reduced.

But before she could see the look she wanted to see from Wu Zhu's face, her own expression changed drastically.

Not caring about further delay, he turned into a stream of light and escaped.

Without the monk in control of the formation, Wu Zhutianji's body burst out with powerful force, broke free from the suppression of the formation, and shouted: "Witch, stop leaving!"

The mana in the internal combustion alchemy furnace burned fiercely, turning his body into a meteor escaping in the dark night.

The battle that was supposed to break out did not begin.

"Why haven't you taken action yet?!" Zhong Han, who was sitting on the flying boat with a nervous expression, stood up and paced around.

It was agreed that when Uncle Wu takes action, he will bring people to support him, and then he can push everything to Gongsun Wan. When the time comes, he will ask the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall to take action, and he will definitely be able to capture the opponent.

As long as the person is captured, the truth of the matter will slowly emerge.

However, what he didn't expect was that even after a long time, there was still no movement in the fighting, and the entire Gongsun Mansion was silent.

Of course, it's definitely different from the crowds of people in the past.

Gongsun Wan, as a monk of the Hehuan Sect and the oiran of Dongfang, should have been busy here on weekdays.

Gongsun Wan would not stay quietly in the mansion.

Instead, it will appear in Dongfang Huanlou.

Staying in the mansion is a requirement of the Sanfa Division.

"Brother, should we go and take a look?" The monk in full armor looked at Zhong Han.

It's not that they can't wait, it's just that looking at Zhong Han's appearance, it seems that something is not quite right. They are sitting here waiting for death. Why not take this opportunity to take a look, maybe they can break the deadlock.

Zhong Han quickly shook his head: "No, no."

This time he brought his brothers out without any official documents at all.

If there were fluctuations in the fighting skills, they could still take action. If not, it would be an unauthorized act at a small level, or a public weapon for private use at a large scale. How could he enter the sect's holy land with this merit.

"Just wait."

Zhong Han can only trust Uncle Wu now.

…

Wu Zhu's consciousness was firmly locked on Gongsun Wan.

Gongsun Wan didn't cover up at all and rushed into the secret room like a meteor falling from the sky.

In the secret room.

Tushanjun looked down.

What grabbed his wrist was a strong arm, and the owner of the arm was still lying quietly in the wooden coffin.

Even the closed eyes have been opened.

"Are you awake?"

"I haven't slept."

The man in the wooden coffin spoke.

His eyes were filled with surprise and confusion, and he frowned and asked, "You are the monk who followed Xu Sanniang. I remember you."

Xiong Ran actually has to meet and remember many people every day.

However, he still remembered Tushanjun because he didn't like this person.

I especially remember that when he walked out of Fushe and boarded Wan Niang's four-carriage, this was the person he saw.

He thought that the other party was an old acquaintance of his wife, so he acted very indifferently at first. In fact, he was a little nervous. Fortunately, this person's cultivation level is only Qi training, and it seems that he has never seen it on the market.

He was even more disgusted by people who had never seen the market but pretended to be indifferent.

At the banquet hosted by his wife, his point of view was even more confirmed.

At that time, Xiong Ran also noticed the black-robed monk sitting behind the leader of the Xing Gang.

These mud-legged people are the best at climbing up the pole. If you give them a good look, outsiders will mistakenly think that we are their backers.

The same goes for this person. He clearly didn't receive the invitation, but he still came shamelessly.

For what reason, it is self-evident.

That kind of people,

He thought they would never meet again.

Unexpectedly, we met again today.

When they met again, Xiong Ran looked at the monk in black robes, the surprise and disgust in his eyes melted into doubt.

That person was clearly only in the realm of Qi training, but the person standing in front of him now was clearly Jindan Zhenren. Judging from his aura, it was deep and solid, and he was by no means an ordinary wild cultivator or lone Taoist.

Tu Shanjun said calmly: "Then it's time for you to sleep now."

As he spoke, his palms suddenly exerted force, and the sharp hook seemed to pierce Xiong Ran's forehead.

"presumptuous!"

Xiong Ran roared.

The spiritual power of Jin Dan in the later stage explodes.

He also sat up from the coffin.

Looking at the spirit sword on his chest, Xiong Ran grabbed it and pulled it out. The injuries on his chest disappeared visibly.