Chapter 223

For a moment, the light on the surface of the bronze mirror was like a light in the dark night, and even the moonlight was temporarily pressed down.

The brilliance flowing in the bronze mirror seemed to have life. Unexpectedly, it flowed out of it and hovered in front of Zhang Zhengli.

"He is..."

Yang Xuan was surprised and quietly asked the fat man surnamed Yu.

"Shh."

The fat man put up a finger at his mouth and said seriously, "senior brother is now practicing the secret method of our wanlingzong, which can stimulate the power of the magic weapon dispelling mirror to the greatest extent."

Seeing that the middle-aged fat man with a smile was so serious, Yang Xuan also cheered up and watched silently.

In his body, the little Panther scoffed at it.

"These guys are really stupid. Even the sky thunder has disappeared. They are still trying to find my trace, not to mention their two little friars. Even if they shout out their master, they can't get any harvest."

These words seemed to be prophecies. Those streamers swirled in the air for a long time, but there was no movement, and Zhang Zhengli's face was getting whiter and whiter.

After another five or six breath, he seemed unable to support. As soon as the decision changed, the aura of his fingertips dissipated, and those streamers returned to the bronze mirror at a faster speed.

"Strange."

Zhang Zhengli frowned tightly, and his left hand, holding the spirit driving mirror, turned white slightly. It was obvious that waves had risen in his heart and exerted too much force.

"I have brought the spirit driving mirror into full play, but I just can't feel the smell of evil."

"Elder martial brother, maybe it's not in this direction, or let's turn around and go back?"

The fat man surnamed Yu hesitated, and his eyes were filled with joy.

He didn't want to hunt down any demons. Now that he had a legitimate reason to go back, he naturally wouldn't let go, but due to Zhang Zhengli's power, he didn't say it directly.

Zhang Zhengli was stunned and bowed his head for a long time.

Just then, a sharp long scream suddenly came from the mountains in the distance.

The sound was very long. It seemed that it was due to many mountains and brought some echoes. It seemed that a huge ape was neighing, and it was like a giant eagle.

Zhang Zhengli raised his head and looked at the front in disbelief.

The fat man surnamed Yu instinctively retreated two steps, with a startled look on his face, and Yang Xuan was also frightened. He frowned and squinted to the front.

Just when the long roar came out, a violent spiritual pressure rushed to them, which was so terrible that the cold hairs around them stood up.

At such a distance, even the howling sound was blurred, but the spirit pressure could still reach this level, which showed the strength of its master.

"What a powerful monster. It's just a small country. It has little spiritual power. How can it exist?"

The fat man surnamed Yu shivered and exclaimed.

Zhang Zhengli looked serious and looked down at the bronze mirror. There was still no change on it. The light flowed aimlessly and had no directivity.

"It should be just an ordinary monster, not the monster we're looking for."

He breathed a sigh of relief. Just from the feeling of spiritual pressure, I'm afraid it's difficult to defeat the master of the voice with their cultivation.

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "is there any difference between monsters and demons?"

When the fat man surnamed Yu heard the speech, he immediately came up and explained: "the difference is natural. Yang Daoyou doesn't know. The so-called demons are the genus of poisonous ghosts, which are not accepted by heaven and earth. Once born, if they are not killed, they will inevitably disturb the world, making the people miserable and withered all over the earth."

"So serious?"

"That's nature."

Zhang Zhengli's face was solemn, and his voice sank. "Those evil spirits are extremely heavy in killing, and even more, they regard the whole life as the foundation of practice, and seize the essence to strengthen their strength, which is very cruel."

At the end of his speech, he was gnashing his teeth again.

Yang Xuan was relieved. After all, what they said had nothing to do with the little panther, at least for now.

Zhang Zhengli continued: "as monks, we should not forget our roots. Those demons are cruel and must be eliminated as soon as possible. As for the long roar just heard by Taoist friends, it should be a high-level monster. If we don't go into the mountain to provoke, we usually won't come out to harm the common people."

"I see. I have lived in the sect for a long time. I have little knowledge. The two Taoist friends laughed."

Yang Xuan nodded and was secretly happy.

The name of the disciple of the hidden world sect can not only be a tiger skin, but also greatly cover up his cognitive deficiencies. After all, even if he integrates part of Jiang Weisheng's memory, he is still confused about many things and can't compare with these sect children.

Seeing Yang xuanming, the Zhengli also nodded. Then he patted the storage bag around his waist with one hand, and a paper symbol appeared in the palm of his hand.

As soon as he pointed out, the paper symbol burned out of thin air, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a mass of embers wrapped in fire.

Strangely, the ember did not dissipate, but suspended in the air. After a moment, it turned into the shape of a bird.

Zhang Zhengli's lips kept opening and closing, as if he were talking about something. After a long time, he suddenly shouted, and the palm sized Firebird suddenly disappeared into the air.

"Pass notes!"

In Yang Xuan's mind, three big words suddenly jumped out, which came from Jiang Weisheng's memory.

The so-called note transmission is a common method used by monks. It can be transmitted thousands of miles away with special Rune paper. It is very fast. It is the best choice for transmitting messages.

When all this was done, Zhang Zhengli turned around and said, "OK, I have reported the matter here to the senior level of the sect. The specific treatment method needs to be determined, but we don't need to worry about it."

"Zhang Daoyou."

Yang Xuan said suspiciously, "isn't it a monster in the mountains? Why..."

"Oh, you don't know. It's just the time for our Wanling sect disciples to go down the mountain to look for the spirit beast recently. Even if we can't recover it, there will always be more powerful senior brothers who will come to have a try."

"Accept the spirit beast?"

Yang Xuan nodded vaguely, thinking of the original Li Lao. He kept spirit insects in captivity, which was somewhat similar to them.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned his eyes to their waists.

Sure enough, in addition to the storage bag, there are also three or two bags hanging outside, which are very similar to those used by old Li.

If he can also accept some spirit beasts, will it help him a lot?

For example, when encountering any danger, there are monsters to help share