When the two of them left, Ning Caichen asked in surprise,""Mister Wu Dao, I didn't expect your magic power to be so strong.”
As he spoke, his voice carried a hint of respect.
In this demon. In the world of travel, even if he was a scholar, he had heard many legends about ghosts and monsters. In addition, he had seen Wu Dao's sword technique, so he naturally believed it a little.
"Haha."
Wu Dao smiled and said calmly,"Brother Ning, let's clean up the room quickly!”
"Yes, yes."
Ning Caichen quickly nodded. He had been a little afraid of this cold ancient temple, but now he didn't have to worry at all.
Then, the two of them strode out.
Lanruo Temple had been abandoned for many years. The two of them found a meditation room and cleaned it. They casually built a bed with some grass and lay down.
The Chaos Demon Art could only be cultivated to the Celestial Immortal realm. Moreover, in this world where spiritual energy was thin, it was almost useless. He could not even be bothered to cultivate Dao Comprehension.
The moonlight is mesmerizing. The pure white moonlight seemed to have covered the earth with a layer of white frost.
Suddenly, Wu Dao's ears perked up and he listened to the situation in Lanruo Temple. Even if he had not opened his six ears, his talent was a hundred times more sensitive than ordinary people's ears.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream followed by a panic. Hurried footsteps followed by a sigh."Brother Xiahou, we've been fighting for seven years. I didn't expect you to die here.”
As he spoke, his voice was slightly desolate.
When Wu Dao heard this, he thought to himself,'It seems that Swordsman Xiahou is dead. In the end, he still can't resist the temptation.' The confusion gave Granny Tree Demon an opportunity.
"Hey, you two in the room, be careful. There is a thousand-year-old tree demon in Lanruo Temple.”
After a while, Yan Chixia walked over and reminded him from outside the room.
"What? Monsters?"
Ning Caichen was startled by this.
"Brother Ning, don't worry and sleep. I'm here."”
As he said that, he thought to himself, Granny Tree Demon was at most an Earth Immortal. He could definitely kill it with his own abilities.
After all, Wu Dao had two Connate Numinous treasures. They were extremely powerful and any one of them could crush them. This was also the reason why he dared to bear the burden.
One had to know that in the world of Journey to the West, when Tang Sanzang went to the West to obtain scriptures, it was filled with danger.
When he encountered the children or mounts of those mighty people, as long as they had magic weapons, Sun Wukong would have a hard time dealing with them.
It could be seen that it was definitely not a problem to challenge those of a higher level with a magic treasure. As for the Dao Comprehension magic treasure, it would be even more powerful if it was completely refined.
Practitioners were particular about being the first one in the game."Spiritual Companions, Wealth, and Land!"
This technique referred to divine powers and spells, while partner referred to dual cultivation partners. Wealth referred to magic treasures, and finally, earth referred to grotto-heavens and blessed lands.
All of the above, the word 'wealth' and two Connate Numinous treasures were rare even for QuasiSages.
Just then, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew over. The originally tightly shut door was blown open, and a melodious and light female song came from the back of the temple.
Wu Dao smiled when he saw her. She had finally found him. This female ghost wanted to lead him to the back of the mountain because she was afraid that Yan Chixia would notice!
Unfortunately, these people did not know that they were the most dangerous people.
After Wu Dao swallowed the Body Transformation Elixir, he concealed his demonic aura perfectly. Even Yan Chixia couldn't discover his true body.
"Main Mission:
1. Save the female ghost Nie Xiaoqian.”
Wu Dao did not forget. He stood up and walked towards the back of the mountain.
After walking out of the door, the sound of singing could be heard, and Wu Dao followed the sound. In just a few breaths, the water vapor gradually condensed, and the scene before him suddenly opened up. A lake appeared before him.
On the surface of the lake, the water was faint and the mist was rising. A wooden plank road connected to the pavilion in the middle of the lake. The candlelight on both sides shone, revealing a mysterious atmosphere.
"Haha!"
Wu Dao smiled and said,"Ordinary illusions are useless against me.”
The Four Monkeys of Destruction were no weaker than Xiantian lifeforms. Although Wu Dao had yet to master Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes, the illusions cast by the tree demons were definitely ineffective.
Wu Dao's heart sank, and his eyes lit up. He could sense that the lake had disappeared, and the pavilion in the middle of the lake had also disappeared.
This place was originally a mass grave, and there were a few graves around that were floating with a few demonic auras. They were entrenched above their heads, as if they were being guided by some kind of power, and they were faintly interconnected.
Wu Dao stared at the clear lake and the pavilion in the middle of the lake. He put on a smile and posture that he thought was natural and unrestrained, and walked toward the wooden plank road.
When Wu Dao crossed the two stone statues on the shore and stepped onto the plank road, a breeze blew from the direction of the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
The white curtains around the pavilion were blown up by the breeze, and a beautiful woman could be seen faintly. It was the famous female ghost, Xiao Qian.
It had seduced many passers-by before, and all of them had succeeded. If Yan Chixia had not been by her side, she would have already made her move.
One had to know that Yan Chixia not only cultivated martial arts, but his Dao techniques were also extremely high. With the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, even the tree demon's grandmother was wary.
After Nie Xiaoqian sensed that Yan Chixia had disappeared from Lanruo Temple, she set up an illusion as usual, played the Serene Ghost Song, and sang the Soul Seizing Song.
Wu Dao quietly walked towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake. There was a long incense burning in the pavilion. Under the faint candlelight, the veil fluttered in the wind as if it was dancing with a song.
When he got closer, he could clearly see that in the middle of the pavilion, Xiao Qian was wearing a light pink thin shirt. Her silver earrings swayed gently. As the breeze blew behind her, a few strands of black hair covered her face.
Under the long hair was a pair of bright eyes. Her face was pale, and her brows seemed to contain unspeakable sorrow, but also seemed to have infinite tenderness.
As Wu Dao walked into the pavilion, the zither in Xiao Qian's hand suddenly broke with a thud.
She raised her head and after she saw Wu Dao, she was like a startled deer. Her body bent back and her pupils constricted. She looked pitiful and extremely mesmerized.
Such a beauty could only walk out of a painting and was hard to find in the world.
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