MTL - Demon Sect Cultivation: I Can Disable Debuffs-Chapter 121 Zhengdaofang

Demonic Sect Practice, I Can Erase Negative Affects Chapter 121 Zhengdaofang City

Zhang Chen stretched out his hand indifferently, and placed it on the head of the temple master.

"No!" The viewer widened his eyes, trying to struggle.

He recognized it, this is the action of using the soul search technique.

He could face death calmly, but he couldn't accept that his memory and secrets were taken away.

Facing the eyes of the temple master, Zhang Chen remained unmoved, he channeled his mana and searched for souls!

With the use of the soul search technique, many images appeared in Zhang Chen's mind.

The picture starts from a child who just remembers, playing carefree every day, as he grows up, love begins, and he likes the girl next door who is a childhood sweetheart.

When he went to participate in the Silver Moon Sect Acceptance Ceremony, he promised the girl that he would marry her after becoming a fairy, and the girl readily agreed.

After becoming a disciple of the Silver Moon Sect, he came into contact with another magical world, and also met many beautiful seniors and seniors.

Gradually, he forgot about that girl, forgot the original promise, and fell in love with a senior sister.

Time flies, decades passed, he went out to slay monsters, and when he passed by his hometown, he remembered the girl next door he once liked.

After returning to the village to inquire, I found out that the girl next door had died of old age and never married, and had been waiting for him.

People said that there was an old woman with gray hair who staggered to the entrance of the village every day, looked in the direction of Yinyuezong, and muttered to herself.

If someone asks her, who are you waiting for?

She would say, "Waiting for my husband."

Ask again, who is your husband?

She would answer with a happy face and longing: "My husband is a fairy, I know that one day, he will appear in a situation where everyone is watching, wearing a golden armor and holy clothes, and stepping on colorful auspicious clouds to marry me!"

And this is what she said before she died.

After hearing this, he remained motionless and remained silent for a long time.

He forgot the promise, but she did not, and waited for her all her life.

Because of a promise, a woman's life was delayed.

He felt guilty and remorseful, left a knot in his heart, and his state of mind could not be fulfilled, so he was unable to break through the foundation building stage, and was trapped in the ninth level of Qi refining.

For Zhang Chen, these are not what he cares about.

What he cares about is the process of cultivating Taoism in his memory, as well as the environment of Yinyue Sect.

Because of the modifiers, the memory obtained by Zhang Chen's soul search is like watching a first-person movie.

Others, on the other hand, are substituting it, just like personal experience, if the willpower is not firm, it will lead to memory confusion, and it is difficult to distinguish which is their own memory and which is someone else's memory.

The Guanzhu's memory of hundreds of years is very long, but in his consciousness, the time is very fast, and the outside world is only a stick of incense.

"boom!"

Zhang Chen let go of his hand, and the viewer fell to the ground.

Guanzhu is only in the stage of refining Qi, and the spells he has come into contact with are not advanced, and they are of little value to him.

On the contrary, the internal situation of Yinyuezong and the location of Fangshi are more valuable to him.

From the memory of the viewer, I know that the environment in Zhengdao is really good, teachers and friends are respectful, and there is not much intrigue.

At least on the surface.

Some masters even risked their lives to save their disciples.

Looking at the temple master who had lost his vitality on the ground, Zhang Chen frowned.

He also learned from the memory of the watch master that every disciple of the Yinyue Sect left a life lamp in the sect. Once they die, the life lamp will go out, and the last scene they saw before they were alive will be transmitted back.

In other words, Yinyuezong already knew the news of the death of the temple master, and would send people here soon.

Fortunately, he changed his appearance with the Wuxiang Mojing, and nothing was revealed except that there were many blood **** children.

"It seems that we have to buy the materials quickly and leave the territory of Yinyuezong."

After speaking, Zhang Chen turned into blood and flew towards Fangshi.

The blood of the temple master has been sucked dry, and his own cultivation base is low, so Zhang Chen looks down on the corpse. At the same time, he is also afraid that the Silver Moon Sect will have some means to track down the disciples.

In a main hall of Yinyue Sect, there are many copper lamps densely packed, neatly arranged, and the fire lights are constantly swaying, mysterious and sacred.

Just then, a light suddenly went out.

A disciple of the Yinyue Sect who was in charge of guarding the lights felt something, looked up, and his face suddenly changed: "Go and inform the elders, the fate lamp has gone out!"

"I'll go right away!" The other person hurriedly ran out of the hall.

"I don't know which senior brother died again." The disciple of Yinyue Sect who guarded the lamp was full of sadness.

Not long after, a ray of moonlight shone into the hall and manifested into a handsome man.

"Disciple pays homage to the elder." The disciple of Yinyue Sect who was guarding the lights quickly saluted.

"En." The man nodded, stretched out his hand, and took the extinguished copper lamp into his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the lamp oil was poured into the air.

The lamp oil did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, condensing into a mirror.

What is displayed in the mirror is exactly the scene that the Lord of the Temple saw before the moment.

Zhang Chen looked indifferent, grabbed the head of the temple master, and many blood gods circled behind him, looking like a demon.

The handsome man frowned: "Blood God Sect? Could it be that the Blood God Sect still refuses to give up?"

Three days later, four Yinyue clan relatives came to Yinyue Temple outside Kangcheng.

Looking at the mummy on the ground, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's four Yinyue clan relatives were filled with anger: "The demon cultivator of the Blood God Sect will die!"

"Junior Brother, don't worry, we will definitely avenge you!"

"Let's bury the body of our junior brother first, and wait until night to find the magic cultivator of the Blood God Sect who will perform the moon mirror technique."

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On the other side, Zhang Chen also came to the nearest Yinyue Zongfang City.

But at this time, he changed his appearance again, revealing an aura that belonged exclusively to the Silver Moon Sect.

Obtaining the memory of the temple master, he naturally knew the Yinyuezong's exercises, so he absorbed the breath of the Yinyuezong's bone slave and pretended to be a disciple of the Yinyuezong.

In the Fang City of the Silver Moon Sect, as a disciple of the Silver Moon Sect, one can obtain many conveniences.

Zhang Chen walked into a shop, and the shopkeeper immediately greeted him: "What materials do fellow Taoists need?"

"Can there be a hundred years of resentment for sale?"

To cast the Great Resentment Curse, nine kinds of resentment are needed as materials.

Unborn resentment: Refers to the resentment generated by monks who have finally reincarnated but died in the womb.

Resentment for not raising: Refers to the strong resentment caused by being abandoned by parents.

Murder, wait...

What can last for a hundred years is extremely strong resentment.

The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed: "Resentment belongs to the material of the magic way, we can't use it in the righteous way, and the shop is not prepared."

"Excuse me." Zhang Chen cupped his hands and left.

"Fellow Taoist, walk slowly."

If it wasn't for Zhang Chen's aura that belonged to Yinyuezong, the shopkeeper might turn around and report to Yinyuezong that a demon cultivator entered the market.

Zhang Chen asked several shops in succession, but none of them sold them with a hundred years of grievances, so he could only change his target and buy them from casual repairers.

After walking around, Zhang Chen came to a booth.

The reason why I chose this booth is because there are several magic tools used by magic cultivators on the booth.